0 comments/ 5889 views/ 6 favorites Zelda By: jjcolejr My family and I were at a bar in Sturgis when a fight broke out. My family may have started it. The fight was with another family that was amazingly arrogant and all had expected it would come to this since our first trip to Sturgis. They had made it obvious we were not welcome. It was puzzling because our families looked like mirror images of each other, ordinary people playing bikers. I had guessed that someone had convinced the other family they needed to strut their stuff in the town. I saw the one called Zelda jump on Mom's back and begin to pound her. She was a very small woman dressed in black leather with tattoos on her arms and neck. I lifted her off Mom and put her butt on a table and told her to stay then told Mom to go to her room. As Mom began to leave Zelda charged at her again and I stopped her. She took a swing at me and hit me on the shoulder. I looked at her like she was demented, I was the biggest guy there and she may have been the smallest woman there. I saw some sanity creep into her eyes but she swung at me again. I put her in a bear hug. "How fond are you of air in your lungs?" I asked her. In answer she beat on my body and tried to knee me in the balls. I squeezed her harder and I saw panic creep into her eyes. I also saw cops coming in. I carried her to the outside patio and sat us at a table. There were beers there so I handed one to her and I held the other. When the police went past I asked them what was going on in there. He said, "The usual, we are just making sure the war did not spill out here." "Why would anybody come here to fight?" "Exactly." I looked at Zelda and she pretended not to have heard the exchange between me and the cop. The cops took several members of our respective families away and peace was restored. "You could have killed me." she said. "Yes, but I'm not into that. You seemed to be seriously trying to hurt my mother so I did think about it for a second. What do you have against her?" "She doesn't like me." "She does not understand your biker persona. She does not see that is not who you are. She really thinks you are a dangerous outlaw animal." "And you don't?" "No, my first guess was you were an elementary school teacher but have changed that to college English Lit professor." I saw her eyes widen in surprise then consider throwing her beer in my face. I smiled and she grunted. "And what are you? A psychic?" "No, Psychologist." "And you want to talk me out of my violent behavior." "No, psychiatrists do that. I do research at the same university you preach Chaucer." "What?" I smiled and finished the beer then belatedly remembered it was not mine and stood. I knew she knew we were colleagues. I was sure she knew we were in high school together. I was a football player and she was a cheerleader, the one that took the high risks in their routines. I was a sophomore and she was a senior so we moved in different circles but I had noticed the cute redhead and I was hard to miss. "Well, are you coming? We need to get our families out of jail." She got up, growled at me and I followed her out. We were surprised to see our respective uncles put into the same squad cars handcuffed to each other. "Well some dreams come true." I said. "What?" she asked. "My uncle Fred has had a crush on him for two years." She laughed and walked over to them and said, "You two behave and don't try to talk the officer into leaving you handcuffed together." Both looked at her in astonishment then looked at each other and burst into joyful smiles. "Excuse me, are these guys a couple? The officer asked. "They are now," Zelda said. "OK, you two, out. I don't want my squad car contaminated with the likes of you." The four of us immediately knew the officer was gay. We thanked him and walked our uncles to their bikes. "Where are you going?" I asked. "We need to check out of our hotels, violent people stay there." Zelda kissed her uncle's cheek and my uncle looked like he expected a kiss from her so she giggled and kissed him too. "Well, that saved us money," I said. "We can't go get our families out of jail while we are together, we would be exiled if we did." "We will just growl at each other when we are at the station. That's my brothers bike. We can ride it there." "Where is your bike?" "I don't have one, I have an old Tundra. I drove the bikes here." "You don't even bother playing the role do you?" "No, probably because I worry about how deeply ingrained people are to their roles." "That is a psychiatrists worry." "I know, I apologize." I started my brothers Harley and she got on the seat behind me and we headed to the police station. Mom was there making arrangements to free our family from custody. Zelda's Grandmother was there doing the same. Mom was taken aback when she saw my companion and showed definite fear of her. Zelda was crestfallen. "Mom, this is Dr. Elizabeth Carson, she is a professor at the University." "What? She is the one that attacked me. She should be in jail." "No, no one should be in jail especially Dad. Anyone here from the city would be glad to report that the well respected newsman was in a bar brawl with bikers. How would you like having him home all the time?" "Oh, well. I will keep quiet." Mom gave me that smile that mothers give their son when they think he is taking on something risky but thinks he can handle it. I kissed her cheek. "How much is the bail?" Zelda quietly asked. "There is no bail. They are in court now and will be fined then released." "Oh, western justice. How are they getting home?" I brought my SUV." "And I brought my van," Zelda's Grandma said. Zelda surprised Mom by introducing us to her grandmother. Mom and her grandma immediately began to share the grief their families had caused them. I learned from the grandma that the one that had started the trouble was the boyfriend of Zelda's mother whom she obviously didn't like. He had pushed Dad. I asked if they needed any help and they said no, that they had it covered. "In that case, bye," I said and took Zelda's hand and walked out. "Wait, wait, where are we going?" "To the restaurant at the west end of town. Brawling makes me hungry." "Breathing makes you hungry," she said but followed me to the bike. We had a nice lunch and talked about our families and generally had an excellent non-date. Elizabeth was in her mid-thirties, a redhead with a naturally wound-up disposition. Her small size had more to do with her attitude than her red hair did however. She had a fabulous sense of humor and many freckles across her nose and cheeks she tried to hide with makeup. We had finished our food and beer for a while and were just talking when I said, "I better get my brothers bike back before he sends an assassination squad after me." "What does you brother do?" "He's a cop." "Oh, so is my brother. What does your uncle do?" "He is a cellist in the symphony orchestra. Yours?" "He is the stage manager at the playhouse. I am amazed they had never met." "Where would you like me to drop you off?" "My hotel, I don't want anyone to see me hanging around someone like you." I could hear her grin and felt her hands on my back for the first time on our ride. "Good, it would ruin my reputation to be seen with such an aggressive outlaw as you." "You know, I think I will drop the aggressive bitch part of my character. It did hurt me to see your Mom was really scared of me." "Thank you and may I suggest you try seductive bitch instead. Oww!" "Sorry, but you bring out the violent bitch in me." She leaned her body on mine and we rode on in silence. We did not say anything as she walked into her hotel, just stopped, nodded at me and smiled. I got back to the bar just as my brother got there. "I went to bail you out but saw you were already in court. By the way, the guy you were fighting is also a cop." "Really. Which station?" "Don't know, go over and ask him." "He will throw a punch at me and we will end up back in jail." "No, he is under the same judge's order as you, go ask him." I left him there and walked to our hotel which was diagonally across the street from Zelda's. I wondered if she would be going to the big dance party/concert that evening. I had been fascinated with her for years. I had suspected she may have had some interest in me but we had never connected. It seemed that Sturgis was the only place we could ever be in the same room at the same time. The problem was I did not like the tough bitch persona she assumed while there. I knew that was not who she really was but was afraid there was some part of that in her real psyche. That evening, except for Uncle Fred who no one had seen since the fight, all my family went to the party and concert at Buffalo Chip. I saw my brother and Zelda's brother greet each other formally. I saw their wives be friendly with each other. Neither wife had been present at the brawl. I looked around for Zelda until someone punched the back of my shoulder. "Well are you going to ask me to dance or not?" "If you promise not to hit me." "No promises," she said and pulled me to the dance floor. Elizabeth had become a different persona, she was dressed in soft blue jeans and a western blouse. Her hair was in braids. She looked like an all american girl. I could dance thanks to Mom and my sisters. For a big guy I was light on my feet. "You are the best dance partner I have ever had. You must still be sober." "I wont be as soon as you let me go." "You just signed the- dance until you die- warrant." I gave her a big sigh and stayed on the dance floor. A slow waltz began to play and she pressed her body to mine. "When you crushed me to death today, did you enjoy it?" "No, I thought I had a demented woman in my arms." "And now?" "I still think I have a demented woman in my arms but I am enjoying it some." "You are enjoying it a lot more than just some," she said as she pressed her body to my erection. "That's a gun," I said. She giggled and settled into my arms softly but did not back away from my erection. The band began to play rock and roll and she started to walk off the floor but I kept her there and danced like no one was watching. Eventually she did too and we had a lot of fun. We were holding hands when we worked our way towards our families. "Your mother looks confused." "Yeah, she likes a peaceful world and knows you don't. Either that or she is wondering where your tattoos went." "Non aggressive biker broads probably don't wear tattoos so I rubbed them off. I assume you knew they were fake?" "Yes, the stuck up professor would not have any." "I am not stuck up!" "One of your students called you a prune dried bitch." "I am not prune dried!" "So you admit the bitch part?" "Well, yes; no wait. Demanding is a better word." "That role you play well. Still, you don't seem to enjoy it that much." "It's not a role, its who I am." "No, who you are is the funny person still holding my hand. This one knows she is smart, beautiful, and fun to be with. This is the woman I will ask to keep me company at symphony concerts and baseball games." "Taking me to baseball games would constitute cruel and unusual punishment." "Yes, that is a nearly historically bad team but they are learning and its still baseball." "Well, OK. Do you ever go to operas?" "A few, the classics. They don't show up in the schedule very often anymore. You pick one and we will go." "I like the classics too but I do enjoy the comic ones. The Marriage of Figaro is coming in October." "We will certainly not have playoff games to got to so we have a date." We had suddenly become a couple. That had been my wish for a while and apparently it had been hers too. As we reached my family I kissed Mom and she gave Elizabeth a small smile. We mingled with both families for a few moments but her Mom and her boyfriend were not there. We left the party before the concert even started and were driving towards a small bar on the opposite end of town that seemed to be normally populated by couples. Our uncle's were there trying to look like they were not in love with each other. "Uncle Barney," Zelda said to her uncle as she kissed his cheek. My uncle Fred turned his cheek to her and Zelda kissed him too but without a giggles that time. We walked past them and sat in a booth. Our hands separated and she punched my shoulder for letting go of it. I stuck my tongue out at her and she jumped on me and kissed me hard. When the kiss ended the waitress was at our booth. "Smelling salts please," I said. "We don't carry those although I see you need them. We do have draft beer," the waitress said. "That and french fries would do," I said. "Beer and onion rings," Zelda said. After another kiss she said, "I was married right out of high school, my husband did not like that I had a high school diploma and he didn't so he left me in less than a year. To him I was putting on airs. I worked my way through college then taught elementary school until I got my PhD then moved on to the university. I am thirty-five years old. And yes, sometimes I do put on airs." I kissed her softly then said, "I am thirty four years old. Went to school for twenty years straight then got my mentors job when he retired. I have a lab at the university but I am just a visiting professor. I do teach one class of consumer psychology and the class on interpreting standardized testing. I mostly work for a business consortium that wants their products and their ads to have better appeal to consumers. I test the ads on the students and report back." Zelda kissed me softly and said, "I knew that. You are hard to miss." We were kissing again when our beer and fries arrived. "You seemed to have recovered well," the waitress said to me. "Not completely." "Hey, with any luck that will never happen," she answered with a smile. 'We feel lucky," Zelda said. I kissed her again. The waitress was gone when the kiss ended. It lasted a lot longer than I had intended. We ate our fries and onion rings, drank our beer then shared some cheese covered concoction as we had another beer. We learned everything there was to know about each other, even the things our families did not know. Some revelations were embarrassing. I wondered if we would use the knowledge on future fights. "No, we wont use that knowledge on future fights, well except for the one that you never liked playing football. That is a strange thing to say by someone that was all-conference and second team All American. I am sure no one knows you ignored the invite to the NFL combine." "Mom does. The guys don't and please keep it that way." "OK but it will cost you. I did see you play your senior year in the university. I went to games with Dotty Parker who became a Chemistry professor. She had me watch you saying you were the best player on the field. I did not know what a pulling guard was until then. We were in the same college graduating class but I did not make it to the graduating ceremony, I had to go back to work, elementary school was still in progress. During graduate studies Dotty told me you were a brilliant student and a very polite man. I thought she had a crush on you but it turned out she had a crush on me. And yes, we have." "Often?" "Rarely. Our relationship is platonic now. Anyway, all our fights will be physical and I will win all of them." "You little pipsqueak, I can lift you over my head with one arm." "Huh, right. Like you are The Hulk." I stood and had her stand on the bench then put my hand on her ass and lifted her straight up as I held her steady by a leg. She squealed then said, "You said you could do it with one hand." I let go of her leg and we got applause. I flipped her up and caught her in my arms and we kissed. After we sat down the waitress came over with more beer. "Your uncles bought them for you. What possessed you two to try that?" "Oh, he just wanted his hand on my ass," Zelda told her. "Guilty," I said. The waitress laughed but was soon crowded out by people that wanted to talk to us. A few told me they were amazed she trusted me to do that. I then became amazed she had trusted me to do that. Then I remembered that in high school that would have been a tame stunt for her. By the time our admirers left Zelda's hand was caressing my erection. "Your place or mine," she asked. "Mine is closer," I said. We said good bye to everyone and she kissed our uncles then we hurried to my room. We rushed to get naked then slowed down and just stared at each other. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen naked. Her red pubic hair was a lighter shade than the hair on her head. Her tits looked large on her slim body. She was perfect. "That thing is going to hurt as it goes in, be gentle please," she said. My cock was appropriate to my body so I had never thought about it as exceptionally large. Several women had told me they couldn't wait until I slid it in them. Yet the most important woman in my life was afraid of it. Most women wanted me to just fuck the hell out of them. I needed to love Elizabeth. She was in bed, waiting for me. I slid onto the foot of the bed and kissed her thighs as I worked my way to her pussy. She groaned when I kissed it. I clamped my lips on her clit and began to write a poem for her on it with the tip of my tongue. I paused after her first orgasm then resumed as I slipped a finger in her pussy. As she enjoyed her next orgasm I slipped a second finger in. I fingerfucked her with both fingers for a while then resumed my poem. I had three fingers in her as she was consumed by her next cum. Leaving my fingers in her I kissed my way up to her tits and adored them for a few moments then slid my cock in her as I slid my fingers out. She moaned. I rolled us over and she was now on top with my cock buried in her. She kissed me over and over before she began to move. She had another orgasm. She began to kiss me wildly and began the fuck. She was frantic and went into a series of big orgasms that may have added up to seven or ten, maybe twelve. After the last one she gasped, "Cum in me, fill me up." I rolled us over keeping my cock in her but kept my body up, our only points of contact were our lips, her pussy and my cock. I took slow strokes as she tried to increase the pace from under me. I stopped. She groaned in frustration into our kiss but eventually stopped moving. I resumed the slow fuck fuck and she was suddenly plunging into her biggest orgasm yet. I emptied myself in her. She pulled me down to her and wrapped her arms and legs around me. I tried to keep most of my weight off her body. I turned us to our sides and we kissed softly. A few minutes later I was surprised to see she was asleep. I got up, turned out the lights then cuddled next to her. Before I fell asleep I looked at her naked body next to me and thought, "Bingo." I managed to remind myself I needed to take flowers to Dr. Parker before I succumbed to slumber.. Elizabeth was over my body when I awoke the next morning. "Did you want to see the parade?" she asked. "Not really." "Good," she said as she slid my already erect cock into her then just laid on me with a sigh. "It's amazing how hard it is to meet someone at our school," she said. "I have tried since I first saw you. When I saw you here last year I got in front of you often but you never saw me." Zelda "I saw you but I bought the mean biker chick persona and passed. I was very disappointed to see you that way. Imagine my surprise when after we got home I saw you were a non-tattooed professor at the school. In case you wondered, I was often right behind you in the corridors." She kissed me and said, "As I'm sure you suspect I attacked your Mom so you would have to rescue her from me. My attack may have looked fierce but if you ask her she will tell you I never did hit her. I fought you to prove to myself you were a gentle giant and panicked when I thought you could smell my pussy lubricate itself as you squeezed me. It took all my willpower not to embrace and kiss you as you carried me outside. I am in love with you which is OK since I suspect you are in love with me." "No, hell no. Well maybe. A little. OK, maybe more than that." She smiled and we kissed and we fucked gently until we had orgasms but she continued fucking me even after my cock had slid out of her. I lifted us out of bed and went to the shower. We laughed and played then shared a toothbrush. Before she dressed I requested, "Don't cover your freckles please." She immediately devoured me with a kiss. We were in a cafe before the parade was over so we easily found a table and ordered. She ordered more food than me, ate all of hers, then tried to eat what I had left. "I see breathing makes you hungry too." "High metabolic rate. The women in my family have high speed internal engines then we just stop and go to sleep. Last night I didn't want to go to sleep before we made love again so I was surprised to see it was morning." "My body has a steady but somewhat revved up metabolic rate. Our differences there are unlikely to lead to murder." "Are we going to get married or live in sin?" "Both, live in sin until our families understand then marry. That should be sometime around Labor Day weekend." "Sounds good to me. Tell me about your house." "Two bedroom townhouse with a patio and a two vehicle carport about twenty minutes from campus. And yours?" "I live in a fine large house but unfortunately my divorced older sister and her two teen daughters live there too. I will be moving in with you as soon as we get back." "Thank you." Apparently the parade was over and people began to fill the place. I saw that Mom and Dad were searching for a place to sit so I stood and waved them to us. Mom did not seem surprised to see me with Zelda and simply said "Good morning, you missed a loud parade." "We did not miss the loud part. Dad this is Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Dad." "Wow, a celebrity. Very happy to meet you sir. I am a loyal viewer." "Thank you, it helps the ratings. Mom tells me you work at the university too. Did you know each other from there?" Mom said, "No, she attacked me yesterday so he could rescue me from her. At the concert last night I saw it had worked as she planned." "Well, that was better than the scathing letter you sent me about my on air manners," Dad said to Mom. "All of it was true and you know it but really I still don't understand why I put my number on the letter. I am still shocked you called me and asked for a date." I explained to Zelda, "Dad had gone to her house to cuss her out then saw her and fell in love. He called her the next day and asked her out. History began on that date." Mom and Dad ordered then Mom asked, "When is the wedding?" Elizabeth was stunned by the question and stammered, "I, I, have to talk to Mom first. She does not know about us." "Sure she does. We talked about the two of you after you left together last night. Nice woman, we are already friends." "Labor Day weekend maybe. I really need to talk to her." "She will be here in a minute. By the way her boyfriend is now an ex-boyfriend. She decided she did not need the aggravation. He got into another fight last night and no one is paying his fine because this time for him it is not a token amount. Apparently he has a long record in this town. He will still be in jail when we leave. As it turned out his animosity towards us stemmed from a beef against your lover here. Apparently their high schools are rivals on the football field and his team lost every game while his son played there. Apparently my little boy here flattened his son on a regular basis. He blames those meetings for his son not getting the athletic scholarship they expected. Your Mom just found all of that out last night." As if on cue a small redhead woman walked towards us and kissed Elizabeth and Mom then me. "Were you talking about me?" she asked. "Yes," we all said. We laughed as the waitress brought Mom and Dad's food then asked if she was ready to order. She ordered the big breakfast and Elizabeth ordered hash brown potatoes and a sausage gravy biscuit. "You just finished eating a big breakfast," I said. Her mother said, "Oh, good thinking. Add hash browns to my order please," she told the waitress. I tried to resist but ordered hash browns too. And a biscuit with sausage covered with gravy. And sausage. Before we left the place our wedding was planned, bridesmaids selected, the reception hall agreed upon, and a catering service chosen. Dad was going to be my best man. Elizabeth decided her gay uncle would give her away. That made her mother, his sister, cry. After we left the cafe Elizabeth's Mom Beth, Mom and Dad went to watch some contest while Elizabeth and I returned to my room and fucked to celebrate our engagement. Neither of us saw much of our families for the remainder of our stay. We were living together the same day we returned home and much to the surprise of no one so were our respective uncles. We married in a simple ceremony. Our reception turned into a wild loud party and when it ended our two families were one. We knew we were with the person we were meant to be with for the rest of our lives. I enjoyed being attacked often and she was right in thinking she would win every fight. I was hers to do as she pleased. I loved what she pleased. Elizabeth told me the main question her girlfriends asked about me was the size of my cock followed by how could she possibly accommodate it. Her answer was, "Practice, practice, practice." Zelda From Tralfamador You never know, stranger things have happened. Bob parked his car to the side of the road in the middle of the bridge and at the highest point, got out, walked to the rail and looked down. It was cold, bone chilling, but he didn't care. He was too despondent to notice the cold. Just as Jimmy Stewart did, when he played George Bailey in the movie, It's A Wonderful Life, he started to cry at the contemplation of what he was about to do. From where he stood, he could see the Christmas lights in all the houses in town, including his own. With the light fluffy snow that fell, it all looked so pretty, idyllic really. Standing on the bridge and looking out across the town, one wouldn't have thought that Bob was thinking about ending it all, but he was. Just one last look at his little town before jumping. Only, he hadn't said good-bye to his children and his grandchildren. How could he? What could he possibly say to them. Take care, Papa's going away for a while? Taking the coward's way out, he had no choice but to end his life. At the end of his options, he had already tried everything else. With the death of him, all of his problems would finally go away and he'd be free from all the worry. It was Christmas Eve and his family were already tucked in bed. The thoughts of his children without a Dad and his grandchildren without a grandfather was the only thought that made him pause climbing over the fence. How could he do that to them? What kind of life would they have without him? Then, he figured that his wife was young enough and pretty enough to remarry. She'd make sure their children and grandchildren would have a better life than the one they have now with him in the picture. Yeah, it would be tough in the beginning, but they'd be okay, she'd see to that. She's a strong woman, a survivor. They'll all be fine, just fine, without him. He wished his life was more like the life of Jimmy Stewart in It's A Wonderful Life when all his friends and family rush to his aid to help him out of a financial jam. He was in a financial jam now, but there was no one there to help him out of it. Real life doesn't happen in the way it does in the movies. Real life is sad and doesn't usually have a happy ending, at least, from all that he's experienced of it. It's always been nothing but a struggle for him, taking one foot forward and two feet back. He felt so alone, literally and figuratively. Not a soul was out. It was so quiet that he felt the urge to sing, Silent Night, but he didn't, he couldn't, he was so very sad, too sad to even sing. Singing songs, just as Donna Reed did as Mary Bailey in the movie, It's A Wonderful Life, with her husband George, Jimmy Stewart, always lifted his spirits, but not tonight, not this silent night. He told his wife he needed to get some air. He said he wouldn't be long. He's already been gone three hours. Knowing her, she'd think he was having an affair, instead of having a life and death crisis. Knowing her, she wouldn't miss him and even mourn the loss of him. Knowing her, even after being married 30 years, she probably never loved him, anyway. He just wanted and needed to get away from her. He couldn't take the arguing, the bickering, and the fighting anymore, not tonight. He couldn't do it tonight. He had enough. Tonight, instead of arguing with her, he was so beaten down that he'd just break down crying. She didn't need to see him any weaker than he already was. Instead of clearing his head, he went to the neighborhood bar and tried to lose himself in enough whiskey to make him not feel the pain he felt. Only, there wasn't enough whiskey in that whole damn bar to numb the sorrow he felt. He was a failure and a disappointment. He was a loser. What had started out so excitingly promising, building a retirement community for those residents over 55-years-old, had turned into a nightmare with the credit crunch. Had the economy not taken a nosedive now, of all times, had it just waited another couple of years, after he had completed and sold all his units, he'd be walking on easy street. After only selling seven houses of the fifty he had planned on building, and with those buyers threatening to sue him to get their money back because he didn't have the money to have the utilities install the electric, gas, telephone, and cable lines and build the road into and out of the place, he was doomed for disaster. It wasn't his fault. No longer able to get loans from the bank, the bank called in his existing loans, loans that he couldn't even pay the interest on, never mind the principal. He was being squeezed into bankruptcy. Having personally signed for everything, he'd lose it all, including his own house. He was ruined. Now, with not enough money to pay his sub-contractors, he couldn't continue building and with his project stopped, he couldn't sell to collect the deposits he so desperately needed to continue. He owed everyone money. Without at least the deposits received from those customers wanting to buy their dream retirement home, he was dead in the water. His only option was to burn it all down and he would have done that, had he not allowed the liability policy to lapse for non-payment. He was done, finished. He couldn't even get a job as a construction superintendent and make enough money to tie him over. Everything had stopped. Except for working at Home Depot for little better than minimum wage, there were no jobs, not for someone like him, a dreamer. He looked down from the bridge at the water. It was pitch black. He could barely see the water below from this height. Everything looked as black and as bleak as his life had been these past several months. He hadn't had a real job in nearly 5 years and he hadn't had hope in a year. Every dream and hope was tied to this construction project that hit rock bottom like the economy did and so much like he'd soon do by jumping from this bridge. He actually believed he could pull it off and he would have had the rug not been pulled out from under him. Now, he had nothing, no job, no money, no friends, and not even life insurance to leave his wife, his children, and his grandchildren. He felt like such a loser. Even his wife had turned against him. "You're a loser, Bob. I'm leaving you and getting an apartment, before the sheriff comes and kicks me out of my own home." He had even borrowed her life savings and the inheritance her father had left her. He promised to pay her back with interest. Now, that was all gone, too. "What are you doing?" "Huh?" Bob turned and there was a diminutive woman nearly half his size, a midget, he thought, or more politically correct, a little person. "What are you doing?" "Doing? Oh, uhm, just looking at the view," he said wiping the tears from his eyes and hoping she'd go away so that he could go about doing the last thing he had control over, killing himself. "No you weren't. You weren't looking at the view. You were thinking about jumping off the bridge and killing yourself, weren't you?" "So, what if I was?" "Go ahead then, if you think that will solve your problems. Jump. I don't care. And so it goes," she said, "Tweet, tweet. I'll never understand humans," she said walking away. "Wait, who are you? I know everyone in this small town and I've never seen you around here before." "I'm Zelda." "Zelda? You don't look Jewish." "And what does a Jewish woman look like? Actually, I'm not Jewish, but Zelda is a name that you'd understand. You couldn't pronounce my real name." "Understand, why would I understand the name Zelda? The only Zelda I know is from the computer game Mario that my grandchildren play," said Bob. "Oh, that's not true and you know it." "I do?" "What about Zelda from Dobie Gillis. That used to be your favorite show back in the day." "Yeah, I forget about her. Believe it or not," he said looking at the woman, "she was even better looking than you," he said and apologizing as soon as he said. "I'm sorry. That was mean of me to say that to you." "Knowing you, as I do, you'd prefer me to look more like the character that Tuesday Weld, played, Thalia Menninger." "Oh, you're right. She was so very beautiful." Suddenly, Zelda transformed herself to look like Thalia Menninger. "Oh, my God! How'd you do that? You look exactly how I remember her, but that was nearly 50 years ago." "This is the appearance that I allow you to see. You'd be frightened if you saw what I really looked like." "Wait, let me get this straight. You can change your appearance to look like anyone?" "I don't really change at all. I still look the same, a green plumber's friend with a hand on top of my head holding one eye. It's you who changes, not me, rather your perception of what I look like changes." "So, it works much like hypnotism. I think you're someone else, even though you're a little green toilet plunger?" "Basically, but I don't particularly like the comparison you gave me to a toilet plunger." "Hey, you're the one who said you looked like a plumber's friend, not me," said Bob. "Let me ask you a question. Can you make yourself look like Laura Bush. I always wanted to fuck her in the mouth with my cock, while her husband was stuttering, stammering, stumbling, and lying to the American people about there being weapons of mass destruction in Iraq." "I'm not going to blow you, you sick son-of-a-bitch." "Okay, okay, just forget about that. It's just a fantasy of mine, anyway. So, where are you from, Zelda? There aren't any little people in the town I live." "Oh, I'm not from around here," she said with a little laugh and returning his perception of what she looks from Thalia Menninger to Zelda, the woman she presented to him when he first met her. "And that's an understatement," she said with a laugh. "Are you visiting family?" "Family? I have no family, never have. In reality, I'm a machine designed to amuse and then destroy my creator. My ship crashed and I had to destroy it, so you humans wouldn't find it and panic that the Earth was being invaded by little green aliens, which is what I am," she said with a laugh. "Sorry, but everything is funny to us. I'm waiting for the mother ship to come pick me up, even that's funny to me. Only, you wouldn't understand my humor." "That is funny. You've been drinking, too, Zelda? Mother ship," said Bob laughing. "I wish it was that simple, aliens beaming down to take me away. Boy, I could use a trip to outer space right about now." "I could do that for you, take you away, if you're agreeable. I mean, I certainly don't want to take you against your will. Even though there are plenty of folks in Maine and New Hampshire, who claim they were abducted by aliens. We don't do that," she said with another little laugh. "What do you mean?" "I'll take you back with me, if you want to go. It's not that far, a billion light years or two. Actually, it's just on the other side of this dimension. We can take a shortcut. There's a wormhole opening through a black hole that I know." "To Where? Where would you take me?" "Tralfamador. That's where I'm from. I'm Tralfamardorian. Tralfamador is in the 4th dimension. I feel bad for you that you humans can only see 3 dimensions. You're missing out on so very much." "Tralfamador? There's no such place and there's no 4th dimension. I think you've been reading too much of Kurt Vonnegut for your own good, Zelda. Maybe, you should switch to JK Rowling and read about the exploits of Harry Potter or Stephanie Meyer and read about vampires and werewolves." "Harry Potter doesn't interest me, in the way that you humans do. Besides, there's no such thing as vampires and werewolves. Vampire and werewolves were created as symbolic representation for those who were sexually abused as children, those exposed to a pedophile is much the same as being bitten by a vampire or scratched by a werewolf in the way that they, all too often, become pedophiles themselves." "I think, as a child, I'd rather face a vampire or a werewolf than a pedophile. Better to be dead than to have to deal with a lifetime of traumatic issues," said Bob. "If I live to be ten thousand years old, I'll never understand the human emotion of fear, just as you were afraid of living, contemplating jumping off the bridge, you suddenly became afraid of dying. Why are you so afraid of living, as much as you are of dying?" "So, tell me, Zelda, " said Bob not answering the question and eager to change the subject, "if you don't mind me asking you a question. What would you do if you were me?" "For starters, I wouldn't be so afraid. Fear, as it seems to me, is a waste of time. Let me ask you a question. When asking me what would I do if I were you, are you asking my opinion as a passerby or are you asking my opinion as a superior alien, one who already knows the answers but cannot change the present to alter the future." "Really? You already know what's going to happen in the future?" "I do." "So tell me. What happens?" "Well, I can tell you that I know you don't jump." "I don't? And why don't I jump," said Bob putting a foot to the rail to test the alien's resolve in standing by his statement that Bob wouldn't jump from the bridge. "Well, because by having had this conversation with me and now with me being part of your present, which I was destined to be and am here by no accident, jumping is not in your destiny." "I see. So, what is in my destiny, Zelda." "Success." "Ah, now, I know you can't see the future, Zelda, because I'm a complete failure." "It depends how you measure success and failure." "And how are they measured on your planet, Tralfamador, Zelda?" "They're not. They're meaningless. Yet, if they were, they'd be measured much in the same way as they're measured here on Earth. I should say though, sometimes, it's just a crap shoot, a lucky stroke or a bad break, and life can change, either way, for the better or for the worse, on the turn of a dime. Whether you believe it or not, much in the way of an algebraic equation, there is always a balance in life." "Yeah, well, I wish it would turn better for me. Life has been skewed for me and not very balance." "Oh, but it has, Bob, it certainly has. You have a wonderful life filled with people who love you, a loving and loyal wife, wonderful children and grandchildren. You just don't know it, yet, but you life is about to take off like a rocket to IOK-1." "IOK-1? Where the Hell is that? And how do you know my name, when I didn't tell you my name?" "IOK-1 is the furthest galaxy that you Earthlings have found with your primitive Hubble telescope," she said giving me a snicker. "Seriously, Bob, it's not a magic trick that I know your name. I'm an alien. I know the past, present, and future. I just can't change any of it. Do you seriously believe that I wouldn't know your name?" "So, you do know that I become successful...for sure." "Yes." "How?" "Go home, Bob, and you'll see." Zelda disappeared just as she had appeared. Who knows? Maybe the mother ship picked her up or beamed her up or whatever the Hell they do to Tralfamadorians in Tralfamador. Maybe he had imagined the whole thing. He was still a little drunk and always had a habit of talking to himself. Bob climbed down from the railing of the bridge, got in his car, and drove home. When he pulled in the driveway, his wife was there waiting for him. Unlike Tiger Wood's wife, at least she didn't have a golf club in her hand. Only, if she looked more like Tiger Wood's wife, maybe he wouldn't have contemplated killing himself. "And where have you been, Bob," asked his wife. Bob wondered if this is what happened to Tiger Woods, when he returned home from drinking. He wouldn't mind having Tiger Wood's money, that's for sure, and his wife either. Definitely, he'd never cheat on that hot blonde, if he was married to her. What in the Hell was Tiger thinking? "Nowhere, just out?" "You've been drinking, haven't you?" "Yes, I celebrated the holiday, if that's what you mean by drinking" said Bob. "And who were you drinking with, a woman?" Suddenly Bob felt bad for Tiger Woods to be so driven, so successful in his career, and such a fuck up in real life, a disappointment to his wife, his child, and his family. Who knows, for all that he knew, Tiger Woods may have been bitten by a vampire or scratched by a werewolf. His Dad was quite the bastard. "I wasn't drinking with any damn woman. If you must know, I was out talking with Zelda. She's not a woman, she's a machine." "Zelda? Who's Zelda?" "Well, you wouldn't believe me if I told you, so I may as well tell you. She's a Tralfamadorian from Tralfamador." "You're either nuts or drunk or a little of both. I'm going to bed. Your supper is in the refrigerator." Bob took off his coat, hung it on the coat rack, kicked off his shoes, put on his slippers and his sweater, and sat in his easy chair. Glad that he didn't, he wondered why he hadn't jumped off the bridge. Then, the reality of his doomed construction project reared its ugly head. Monday was another deadline for a loan coming due and he didn't have the money to pay the bank. They'd foreclose on everything he owned, no doubt. He turned on the television and the movie, It's A Wonderful Life Was Playing. "I hate that fucking movie," he said turning off the television. "I more believe that Zelda exists than the reality of a happy ending like they had in It's A Wonderful Life." He picked up the newspaper and read the news. He liked doing the crossword puzzle, but before opening to the crossword, he checked the lottery number. He had been playing the same damn lottery number for 30 years, made up from his, his wife's, and his children's birthdays, knowing full well that the day he stopped playing that number was the day that it would come out. It took him a moment for it to register that the number he read was the number he had played and had been playing since 1980. He won. He won the lottery. He hit the jackpot. A multi-millionaire, he was rich. He couldn't believe it. Zelda was right. "Shit," he said out loud for no one to hear, "by Zelda being right, that would mean that he just met and talked with an alien, a Tralfamadorian from Tralfamador." Nah, he was just drunk and imagined the whole thing or did he?" Zelda Hyrule Warriors - Future Hero A frenzied Ordon goat rushed at Link, but he stood his ground, holding his arms ready. Just as the goat was about to make contact, Link determinedly grabbed it by its horns, and pushed back hard and simultaneously to the side. They began to turn, the goat's charge stopped and its movement redirected, but something felt wrong. Link lost the ground from under his feet, and suddenly he couldn't grasp the horns either, his hands just went through them. The blue sky and green pasture of Ordon ranch suddenly fell into the golden, somber colors of dusk, then darkened completely, not just into night, but complete blackness and nothingness. The world around him vanished, until only Link was left. That was when he woke up. He wasn't in his bed in Ordon village anymore. With growing alarm, as if the dream hadn't ended, Link realized he was floating in blackness, with nothing anywhere around him. Then he fell. "Aaaaaaahhhhh!" With a thud softer than he had expected, he landed somewhere. "Welcome, Link." He stood up, and right away his attention was drawn to the woman standing close by. She seemed to be a sorceress of some kind, judging by the spellbook she held in one hand and magic staff in the other. Her greenish eyes observed Link intently. "I'm sorry... was that a little rough? This is the first time I've done something like this," the woman said. She wore an elaborate white robe, with some greenish gems as adornment, matching the color of her eyes. One of the gems, hanging from her necklace, was set just over her cleavage, and Link couldn't avert his eyes from her ample breasts. Link didn't know what to say, but he gave a faint smile. He looked around, and it seemed they were in a large room in some kind of a mansion. Through open doorways and windows, he could see some hallways and stairs as well as outside, with thick forest surrounding the mansion. "I'm... Cia," she continued. "I hope you don't think badly of me, but I couldn't restrain myself any longer. I just had to do something... naughty." Link had already been at a loss for words, but he found himself even more perplexed when he saw the paintings on the walls of the room. It was him. Yet not him. Slightly different in each painting, all wearing variations of unfamiliar green garb, none wearing anything resembling his Ordon clothes. Not even the one that by his face looked almost like his mirror image. "So... I have to ask a favor of you, future Hero of Twilight. Make love to me. Then I will send you back to your home." There was a tinge of something else on her otherwise serene face when she said it. Link stood in shock, mouth agape. An image of Ilia flashed before his eyes. Was he still dreaming? "Um... here," Cia said and lifted her staff. Out of thin air, the outlines of a bed came into view, made of white light. There were actual, real sofas in the room as well, but the bed didn't materialize into anything further. And it didn't look like a real bed or solid at all, until Cia took off her headdress and threw it onto the bed. It stayed on, as if the outlines of light were just highlighting an invisible object. "Please?" she said. Her serene expression seemed to break into... sadness? Link wasn't sure what to make of it. He hadn't been in a situation as weird as this before. So he went by instinct and... hugged her. "Ah!" she moaned, out of surprise. But she quickly eased into the hug, and when she detached enough to look Link in the face, she had regained her composure. First she touched Link's face, looking him into the eyes, then without word, kissed him. Link, for his turn, was surprised by the kiss, but it was certainly not unpleasant. Something that felt good and even familiar in this weird situation. So he kissed her back, took her light purple hair in his hand and drew her tighter into himself. She didn't seem to need much help. The sorceress was eager, even hungry, and kissed Link sloppily. He took a look at the curious headdress on the magicked bed, and its two white cones reminded him of her breasts. When he took hold of her ample bust, she moaned in encouragement. He peeled off the dress from her ample mounds, then pulled it down a little more. His eyes widened at the sight of her huge, round tits, before he covered them with his hands and kissed her again, teasing her nipples with his palms. She moaned lightly into the kiss. Meanwhile, her hands wandered over his body, and into the hard lump in his pants, making Link groan in exchange. "Mhmm... Let me..." she said, and kneeled down. She put her hands under his white shirt, embroidered with Ordon's insignia, to feel out his lean stomach. Then she pulled down Link's pants and underpants, and his rigid cock sprang into view. Her eyes and mouth opened with enthusiastic expectation, and she quickly wrapped her soft lips around the red head. She enjoyed its hardness in her mouth, playing with the head with her lips and tongue, making it slicker with her saliva. Then she detached, letting her outstretched tongue lap his length before taking a feel of it with her hand. Its hardness felt good to her touch, but she couldn't quite get a good grip of it, so she took it back in her mouth. A masculine scent filled her nose, and she could feel the red on her cheeks deepening. She really was giving oral sex to Link! "Ungh!" groaned Link suddenly, and grabbed her by the hair. She thought he would push her further onto his length, but instead he pulled her away. Before she could even react, his engorged meat twitched violently, and sprayed semen all over her face. She yelped in surprise and closed her eyes, but there was no stopping the torrent of sperm splashing on her skin, warm cum spraying all over her face and dripping over onto her chest. The white dress caught some of the stray spurts, while a lot of Link's load landed on the green-tinted necklace and gem and her large breasts. Eventually the spurts ended, and she wiped Link's cum off from her eyelids to open her eyes again. She met the sight of a heaving Link, looking at her happily. "So soon..." she said softly, but even that made a few strands of cum snap off from her chin and drop onto her tits or the white dress. What a mess she must have been! She could feel his semen all over her face, tasting it from her lips, and when she looked down, she saw that the necklace and her breasts were haphazardly covered with strands of thick spooge as well. What was she going to do with it? A thick line of his cum still hung from the tip of his cock, and Cia extended her tongue to catch it, before taking his member back into her mouth and licking it clean. Then she wiped what she could of Link's sticky load onto the long, decorated sleeves of her dress, and took off the separated upper part to wipe the necklace clean. She would have to worry about the mess later. She threw the upper part, the sperm-stained sleeves and the necklace away, and decided she should take off the rest of her dress as well. Link watched in silent appreciation as the Guardian of Time stripped in front of him, the remains of his orgasm still fresh on her face and glistening on partially-wiped bust. As she bent down to remove the lower parts of her dress, her heavy mammaries hung down with enchanting beauty, and Link was only drawn from the view when Cia revealed her light purple pubic hair, highlighting her womanhood. It was a color unlike what he had seen before, although it matched the sorceress' hair. While she moved to remove her cumbersome-looking stockings and boots, Link decided he was overdressed for the occasion and with a couple of swift movements, stripped off his Ordon garb in a few seconds. Before Cia could even start, he moved to her and lifted her back up, kissing her on the lips. "Ah... It's hard again?.." she uttered, as her hand brushed against his renewed erection. Link didn't reply, he just kissed her again, letting one hand wander on her elaborate stockings, brushing past patches of revealed skin and fabric. Then he guided her towards the bed made of light, or made visible with lines of light. Before pushing her onto it, he tested it with his hand. The invisible air between the lines of light felt solid, not exactly soft, but not rock-hard either, unlike his member. She eagerly lay down on the magic bed, and Link bent over her. He kissed her again, taking all the time they needed, lips locking and leaving, then finding each other again, their tongues playing together. Eventually, she pressed his head down, to her breasts, and he kissed them with equal care, adoring the skin of her ample bust with his lips, playing with her nipples, and tasting his cum on her. His hands could not get enough of her thighs, her hips, her butt, while she felt his back and ruffled his golden blonde hair. She could feel her wetness dripping out, and her breathing grew heavier. "Link... ah... do it," she finally pleaded. Link halted her oral affections, rose up and looked at her with his deep blue eyes, then positioned his cock at her entrance. With a swift trust, he was in, and Cia moaned, and kept moaning softly as Link got into a steady rhythm, making her boobs jiggle in pace with his thrusts. They kept at it for a good while, slightly adjusting their position every now and then, with Link lifting one or both of her stocking-clad legs up now and then. The light-bed wasn't quite as comfortable as a real bed would have been, and eventually, Cia pushed Link off and guided him to one of the sofas, with a red cushion. Her wetness was trailing down her thighs as they walked, wettening the stockings, and dripping down Link's rigid dick. Before she could turn back to him, he guided her to lean down onto the sofa, and entered her from behind. His hands were everywhere as he fucked her, caressing her round butt, taking hold of her hanging breasts, and trailing across her back. Cia felt flushed, sweaty and slightly out of her head, she could only moan and encourage Link to go on in response to his pounding, but the position was still lacking something. So she quickly turned around and lay down on the red sofa, facing Link again. Without missing a beat, he kissed her and groped her breasts again, and took hold of her thighs as he drove his cock back inside her. She could see that there was a feral lust in him now, almost beast-like, even on his young face. He looked at her hungrily, and thrust into her hard and fast, and Cia could feel undulating tremors inside her, squeezing her chest harder than Link was squeezing her breast, until an explosion burst forth from inside her. She moaned and yelled loud and hard, grasping Link and drawing him tightly onto her, and somehow she managed to plead him to keep going, feeling herself pulse against his hard organ as it moved in her. Suddenly, it was over. She breathed heavily, and there was an overwhelming warmth all over her body. She realized she was staring at the red backrest of the sofa, and she looked back at Link just at the moment he let out a guttural groan and grimaced. With a quick motion, he withdrew from her, and with another deep groan, he came, his twitching member sending another load of cum all over Cia. His thick spurts covered her naked skin from waist to heaving breasts, with a stray strand even landing on her face, but most of his abundant seed splashed on her tummy or round tits, with some trailing down her sides or flying over onto the sofa. In her post-orgasmic haze, she couldn't help but giggle at it, how he was somehow able to cover most of his body with his white spunk. When he was spent, he opened his eyes and looked at her with tired, satisfied bliss, taking in the sight of her beauty adorned with his copious semen, her gorgeous tits now decorated twice with his heavy load. Exhausted, he dropped to his side onto the sofa, his cock still dripping the last of his load onto her stocking. She tried out the crisscrossing web of sticky spooge with her fingers, and brought it to her mouth for a taste. It had been exhilarating. Arousing. Invigorating. Yet also... disappointing. As Cia lay there, strewn with Link's seed, she felt like something was missing. Despite the exhausted Hero draping his arm over her thoroughly cum-coated body, it didn't feel real. And it wasn't enough. She had to send this Link back to the Twilight Era to preserve the timeline, and then she would be alone again... She needed power. More power. And then she would set forth events that would reveal the soul of the Hero in this era. She would exert her own influence on the timeline, not just to observe it, but to be part of it. She would be part of Hyrule's history. But first, she could have some more fun with this Link before sending him back... Zelda Work Task So I keep getting questions on if my stories are true. My first 2 ARE NOT based on any actual events....BUT....I do have a few stories that really did happen. So because a few people asked, I'll present to you... The Zelda Series Any story with the name Zelda is based on a real event. Obviously the name(s) have been changed, but the story nonetheless is true. I won't describe what she looks like (you can fantasy about that yourself), but just remember...every word (give or take), are based on actual accounts. So without any further ado, I present to you...Zelda!!! Zelda arrived at work timid and nervous. "What if someone finds out" she spoke to herself softly. She checked her watch as she sat down. 9:16am. In a few hours, Zelda would do something she never thought she'd have the courage to do...but always fantasized about. As she prepared her work station, her boss came over for a small morning chat. Unlike normal days, today each question seemed as if he was ponging her about her "hidden" fantasy. Zelda tried her best to answer every question calmly. "How are you today?" her boss started. "...fine..." "Long day yesterday eh Zelda?" "...yes..." Zelda kept her eyes from meeting her boss. She didn't want to give herself any chance of giving away her plans for lunch. The day moved slowly, which was excruciating for poor Zelda. Because of this she had time to think about what she would do over and over again....how could this have happened to her? It started with a simple yet exotic question. "Do you want me to call you master?" Zelda had asked her friend one night in the middle of a passionate sex sequence. The guy smirked and said nothing. Did that mean on? Instead of saying anything, the man grabbed her throat and looked into her eyes. That was the only answer she needed. Since then, he had given her "tasks" to accomplish throughout her day / week / month, and she had obliged. Each week the "tasks" became more and more outrageous. Each week Zelda found out more and more how much she loved being told what to do. Zelda felt her panties slightly moisten at the thought of her previous "tasks" and the one she would accomplish today. "Have you ever been caught?" Zelda's master asked one night over diner. She nodded no. "Do you want to be caught?" Zelda didn't speak. Her master watched her for a moment. "Why don't we see how close you can get?" Zelda became nervously excited with this proposition. "What do you want me to do?" she asked. "How about this.." her master started. She could tell he had thought about this for a while. "Masturbate in your office bathroom stall...with the door open." Zelda stared at him for a moment. "I....I'm not ready for that.." she whispered. Her master looked at her for a few seconds and nodded to himself. "I think you are." He encouraged. "You've done alot already, and you've talked about how you want to masturbate at work before...you can do this....you WANT to do this!" Zelda knew it was true. A few weeks ago when her master had made her go a full week with no panties while wearing skirts to work, she found herself dripping all day. It was so bad, every time she took a seat, her pussy would rub against the chair and distract her. Zelda relented. "Ok. You know me so well." she had told him. 12:32pm Zelda checked her watch. It was time. Zelda had thought over her plan for a few days, doing research to make sure she wouldn't get caught...or at least decrease the possibility of being caught. She had finally decided to go just after lunch. Most of the office would be gone and it'd give her time to "get off" before people came back. She pretended to finish up a bit of extra work. Once there looked to be no one in site, Zelda made her way to the bathroom. She fumbled with her purse and screened the bathroom. She looked under the stalls to make sure no one else was in the room. After being sure she was alone, Zelda entered the stall at the end of the door and locked it. She took a deep breath and put her purse on the ground. "I can't believe this" she thought. Zelda next took a moment to look through her purse. There she found her favorite medium sized dildo and held it in her hands. "OMG, I'm really going to do this." she whispered. Her mind and heart were racing. Her master would be so pleased! Zelda pulled up her skirt and put one long finger into her pussy. She slowly took it out and looked at the small cream already on her finger. "Wow!" she giggled. She took her dildo and slowly slipped it in next. As much as she tried, she could not hold her moan in. A naughty smile followed soon after. Door unlocked and opened! Zelda finally recalled after a few more strokes. She stopped herself and nervously unlocked the door. She then pushed the door a bit open and giggled again. Her heart began pounding so loud she could have sworn anyone would hear it outside the bathroom. But she loved it! Zelda sat back down and let the dildo slide into her, taking every inch. "Oh I wish my master was here." she thought. "I bet he'd give me nice little pussy such a pounding!" she began going faster, watching her pussy cream leak out. God this feels so good! I want to get fucked so hard!" Zelda screamed to herself. She was so wet she couldn't believe it. She wanted more dildo...more inches...more cock. "Oh I'm about to cum" Zelda whispered to herself. ....and then someone came in.... Zelda immediately jumped up and closed the door. She peered out to see who it was. "Fuck!" Zelda thought. She looked down on the bathroom stall to see some of her pussy juices on the ground. Seeing this made her even more wet. Zelda left the door unlocked but still slightly ajar. She took a seat back on her stall, opened her legs, and thrusted her dildo back inside her. She took out her phone and took a few pictures. "For my master" she thought. Zelda went back to fucking herself and moaning softly. She could hear the woman in the bathroom next to her. The woman then left her stall and began washing her hands. Something overtook her. "I have to cum while she's in here" Zelda thought. She began fucking herself deeper....deeper...faster...faster....until... "AHHHHHHHH!!!" she moaned so loud she knew the woman had heard her. She heard the woman's footsteps stop for a moment... The woman stood still....and then left.... Zelda looked over her dildo. It was at least half white after she was through with it. There were still pussy juice stains on the floor. This made Zelda smile even more. She got up, leaving her panties in her purse. She cleaned her dildo off and put it back into her purse. Next she left her stall, washed her hands, and went off to lunch. SOO THERE U HAVE IT...ABOUT 90% OF THE STORY IS TRUE WITH A FEW SPOTS ADDED FOR THE STORY... *YES SOMEONE WALKED IN ON ZELDA *YES SHE CAM WITH THE PERSON IN THE BATHROOM *YES THERE WERE PUSSY JUICES ON THE FLOOR *YES ZELDA CAM WITH THE DOOR UNLOCKED AND SLIGHTLY OPEN!!!