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Gift of Time

By: LustyLovers



Do not open until the twelfth bell tolls midnight on Christmas Eve. 

WARNING: 

If opened before the specified time the gift within will become null and void. 

"Well that's certainly odd. I wonder what it means?"

"I wonder where it came from? She hasn't had a single visitor that I know of in the two months she's been here. And this wasn't here an hour ago when I came in to check on her, visiting hours have been over way to long for somebody to get on this floor without being noticed."

"Hmmm," stated the first hushed voice barely above a whisper. "That's a good point, I have no idea how it got here. Maybe Santa brought it. It IS Christmas Eve." The last was said in an almost wishful intonation. The soft feminine tones held compassion, as she looked down at her charge lying small and wasted among the stark white hospital sheets.

"Well, there's no name; just this weird message. So, what do we do with it?" The second nurse held the brightly wrapped present in her hand looking quite perplexed.

"I think we should wake her up and give it to her."

The second nurse looked startled. "But Sheila, she's not going to make it through the night. Shouldn't we just leave her in peace?"

"No," the soft voice answered. "Somebody wanted her to have it. And after being alone all this time, I think it might do her soul some good, to know that somebody cares."

"Do you think she even realizes what today is?"

"Yes…" Came the barest response from the woman now lying with her eyes half opened looking up at the two white clad nurses standing at the foot of her bed. 

Amid the beeping of the electrocardiogram and the gasp of the startled Sheila, an odd bonging noise intruded into the almost silent hospital room. The second nurse jumped and almost threw the silver and blue package she still held out in front of her realizing that the sound emanated from within the gift. A second later it bonged again. 

"Midnight… rasped Lauren Gregory weakly. She'd already been somewhat awake when the two nurses had walked in softly to check her vital signs for about the fiftieth time, or so it seemed like, that evening. She's been drifting in and out of consciousness for most of the day, waking here and there to see her doctor's or nurses faces peering down at her expectantly. She wanted to shout at them, 'I'm not dead yet!' But it really seemed just too much of an effort. She knew her time was close, had felt it coming on for the last couple of days. At first it had terrified her, but now she was at peace with it. If death wanted her cancer-ridden body, then she'd decided he could have it. She was tired of fighting the pain, and she was sick of this damned hospital bed, which she'd graced for almost two months now. It wasn't like there was anyone out there who'd miss her anyway.

Glancing blearily at the still bonging gift, Lauren tired to raise her arm, but found she couldn't. Sheila, the sweetheart of a nurse who'd been taking care of her through the nights for these past weeks, saw her attempt and carefully took the gift from the other nurse 'what's her name'. Lauren never could remember what to call her, she wasn't as kind or willing to stop and talk as Sheila was, so she hadn't really found it important to find out who she was anyway. Coming around to the side of the bed Sheila held the gift closer so Lauren could see it better. It bonged for about the seventh or eighth time.

Lauren looked up at the other wall trying to focus on the big clock. Her cloudy vision wouldn't allow her to really make out where the big and little hands lay. But as the gift still bonged she figured it had to be close to the witching hour. 

Looking back over her shoulder towards the clock Sheila smiled. "You're right, it's midnight. Merry Christmas Lauren."

Lauren tried to smile. But even her lips were too tired to cooperate.

Finally the bonging stopped.

"Well, the note here said you had to wait until the tolling of the bells at midnight on Christmas Eve to open this. Seems you woke up just in time. Would you like me to open it for you?"

Lauren nodded her acquiescence, almost too tired to care, but also feeling a spark of curiosity as to what someone might give her on her deathbed. She figured it was probably from Sheila, trying to make her last hours on this of all days a little happier.


Standing at the foot of the bed 'what's her name' stared inquisitively at Sheila's hands as she carefully unwrapped the gift as close to Lauren's range of vision as possible. When the beautiful silver and blue starry paper was finally taken off Lauren was dumbfounded to see a medium sized brown jewelers case held in Sheila's palm. Carefully raising the lid they both gasped at the delicate gold linked band and crystal faced watch lying inside the red velvet lined box. 

Well at first glance it looked like a watch. But upon closer inspection Lauren noticed that there were no numbers denoting the time, or even minute or hour hands, just a rectangle right in the middle of the watch face with four zero's sitting there kind of like a mileage marker or counter of some kind. From the top of the lid a folded piece of paper slid out landing on the watch. 

"Hmmm," Sheila murmured, "Let's see what this is."

Unfolding the small piece of paper, Sheila squinted reading the tiny print aloud.

You have been given the gift of time. It starts now. Remember a Christmas Eve you'd wish to revisit, and you shall have till the six bells of Christmas morn. Clasp the watch upon your wrist and put the year upon the face. Choose wisely for this gift can be used but once. Do not remove the watch, or you'll find yourself brought back to the present. This gift is only redeemable by the person to whom it's given. 

Sheila looked at Lauren doubtfully, not sure what to say or do. Neither moved or looked away from each other. 'What's her name' broke the silence. She'd moved closer to Sheila looking over her shoulder to get a better look down into the open Jewel case.

"Wow, that's a pretty band. But it's not like any watch I've ever seen before. I still wonder how it got in here."

She was totally ignored. After a few seconds Sheila asked. "Would you like me to put it on for you Lauren?"

"I don't think…" Sheila turned to glare at the nurse behind her, causing the words to die on her lips.

'What's her name' closed her mouth, then looked down at Lauren disapprovingly.

Looking at the two nurses, one watching her expectantly, the other looking like she was sucking a sour lemon, Lauren nodded slowly. The words on the paper were a little confusing to her exhausted brain, but she thought she understood the jest of it. The concept of going back to another Christmas Eve of her lifetime was ludicrous of course, but it was a nice thought. Most of her Christmas Eve's had been spent alone. Since being diagnosed with inoperable cancer eleven months back, she'd been lamenting a lot of the decisions she'd made in her lifetime. Regretting the things she hadn't tried, or done. There hadn't been a single day when she'd been cognizant enough that she hadn't wished for a chance to just try again. How funny that someone would give her a gift like this. Though it couldn't be for real. No one could travel back in time.

A streak of sadness raced from her heart, into her mind as her hand was raised gently and the watch clasped to her rail thin wrist. Sheila was careful not to scratch the sensitive skin, or to make the fit to tight. Keeping the arm elevated so Lauren could see the delicate watch the face came into view, the four zeros caught her attention. She stared at them transfixed, her mind reeling back the years with a determination of it's own to bring a lump to her throat as a certain Christmas Eve reached out and grabbed her memory with a grip tight enough to strangulate her senses. 

Before she'd realized she'd even spoken she rasped out, "1971".

Sheila heard the date clearly, feeling torn, and a little sorry she had encouraged this, she looked into her dying patients eyes and saw more life there then she had in days. Looking worriedly back over her shoulder to the 'I told you so' expression of the nurse behind her Sheila mentally shrugged. What else could she do?

"1971? Okay. I'll try to figure out how this thing works." Looking carefully at the watch, the only thing Sheila could see that might possibly move the zeros in the face was the stem, reasoning that if there were hands that's how they'd be set on a normal watch she pulled it out carefully to find she was right. Going from the zero on the far right, she rolled the stem and a one clicked up. Pulling out the stem a little more she moved to the next zero and turned till she got a seven, and then so on until reading from left to right was the date 1971.

Pushing the stem all the way back in she was surprised when the watch boomed out one loud toll that would have done any cathedral proud. She jumped, accidentally letting go of the frail wrist in surprise. It slipped down, causing the band of the watch to catch the side of the raised safety rail with a loud ting. White light erupted from the watch, traveled up the arm and quickly covered Lauren from head to toe; the light softened and then just seemed to melt right into her body.

Sheila couldn't believe her eyes; what in the hell had just happened? It had only taken a second or two, but she knew what she'd seen. Lauren sighed, and closed her eyes, apparently drifting back to sleep. The monitors didn't change their cadence. 

"I've got rounds to make." Said the trembling voice from behind her. Turning she meant to confirm what she'd just seen with the other nurse, but 'what's her face' was already high tailing it out of the room.

Taking one last check of the slowly failing pulse, Sheila shook her head. She must be more tired then she thought, clearing up the wrapping, and sitting the jewel case on the table by the bed, she looked at Lauren sadly, she'd grown attached, and she knew better. She only hoped Lauren would make it through the night, or at least until Sheila's shift ended. She didn't want to start Christmas out by having to actually see them taking her lifeless body away. 

"Lauren! Hey sleepyhead wake up!"

A hand was roughly shaking her shoulder, disoriented and a trifle miffed, damn couldn't they even let her die in peace, Lauren opened her eyes. The first thing that hit her confused brain waves, was that the incessant beeping of the heart monitor was bless-fully quiet. And where were Nurse Sheila and sourpuss? Hadn't it only been a second or two since they'd been standing by her bed. A giggling over her shoulder had Lauren looking over to see not the open spaces of her hospital room, but the back of a dark blue sofa. What the…?

Suddenly a face appeared in her line of sight, a very clear face, and not a blurred edge to be seen. It looked so familiar too. WHAT WAS GOING ON HERE? Long blond hair swung down to tickle her nose, and another giggle was followed by another friendly nudge.

"Come on! Lauren the guys are waiting for us, how could you just fall asleep like that? I send you to get our coats and you lay down for a nap."

That face, that voice, if she just closed her eyes for a second it would come to her. Then it did. She'd been thinking about past Christmas Eves, and that memory had caught her. Yes, now it began to make sense, the present, the watch, the date, then feeling a very strange lightheadedness, and then nothing but a bright glow, and a feeling of intense drowsiness. She must have gone into another sleep fugue, maybe it was finally time. Was she dying and because this is what she had been thinking about, it was going to pass before her very eyes so to speak?

"Lauren!"

The shriek made her jump. The pretty girl with the sparkling green eyes was losing her patience. God, even in her dreams Kristen was still beautiful. And young, only twenty-three, both of them had been. How could thirty years have passed so fast? 

"Hey Kristy, what's taking you guys so long?" Hearing THAT voice brought Lauren to a sitting position in a hurry, she did it as a natural reflex, and only afterward, wondered at her dexterity. Standing in the doorway to the den was Boyd Clark, Kristen's boyfriend, and Lauren's passion. Of course he had no idea, but even all these years later, and in her dream no less, her breath still caught, and a lump lodged in her throat.

He was beautiful, black long hair, lean and rugged, with a devil may care smile, and the bluest eyes Lauren had ever seen. He was looking at her now in consternation.

"What's up Laur, you sick?"

Talk about real, this was just too much. Looking around, she realized she'd remembered every little detail of this room, these people; even the smells bombarded her senses. She could feel the warmth of the fire burning in the grate five feet across from her, hear the crackling of the flames, catch the sound of the wind blowing in a near blizzard outside. 

She knew that they were going to try to build a snowman outside the cabin they'd rented for their Christmas vacation, remembered almost freezing to death in just a short few minutes, only to run in and head in here for the fire. Oh yes, she still remembered everything. Was this how pre-death dreams worked? She'd never had one where she could remember events before they even happened, or where smells were so genuine they permeated the senses. This was so unreal yet she knew how the evening was going to play out from the moment she got up off this sofa and grabbed her coat, till early Christmas morning when she'd cry herself to sleep. 

It had been an almost magical Christmas Eve, for everyone but her. They'd trooped back in laughing at their stupidity, came back to the fire, Dennis Chandler, whom if she remembered correctly was probably right now standing by the front door waiting for them, had grabbed brandy and glasses. He had come up here with the three of them as a companion for Lauren, he was Boyd's best friend, and nice enough, to be sure, but her lovelorn heart was already occupied by someone else. 

She'd tried, but drinking was never her forte. She'd only sipped at her brandy while the others had drunk glass after glass. How miserable she'd been, sitting on the outside looking in. They'd tried to include her; Kristen was always trying to break through what she called Lauren's 'Virgin Armor'. The good girl from the mid-west coming to the big bad east coast to go to college.

They'd met their freshmen year as dorm roommates, and Kristen had taken the naïve Lauren under her wing, and four years later, they were the best of friends. But to Kristen's trepidation Lauren proved to be a wet blanket, and her vow to disperse Lauren of her pesky virginity had never come to fruition. This was their graduating year, and the idea of renting a cabin up in the mountains for the Christmas break had seemed like a fun adventure.

And it had been, but it had also always been one of the biggest regrets in Lauren's life. Not the going, but the missed opportunity that her shyness, and out and out fear had cost her. As the night had worn on her friends became giddy and playful, kisses were exchanged and hands began to grope. When Dennis turned his attentions on her Lauren feigned a full bladder and made a beeline for the bathroom. She'd hid in there for what seemed like forever. 

Finally realizing she couldn't stay there all night she'd quietly headed back to the den, the moans and groans alerted her but hadn't prepared her for what she encountered when she came around the corner. It was seared into her memory like a cattle brand. They were all three stark naked. Kristen was on her knees, Boyd behind her sliding his cock, which looked quite beautiful glistening with Kristen's juices, reflected by the blazing fire, into her pussy at such a leisurely pace that it was almost as if he were moving in slow motion. He'd pull almost completely out before sinking back in all the way to the hilt.

Lauren couldn't take her eyes off him. Her blood pounded, cotton filled her mouth, and her virgin cunt flooded itself with a wave of moisture. Nipples became hard painful pebbles, she forgot to breathe. In front of Kristen, his head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open, legs spread in a wide stance stood Dennis, his jutting cock being consumed by Kristen's full lips, snaking tongue, and hot sweet suction. No one noticed her for the first thirty seconds, and then Boyd looked up and smiled at her. His blue eyes had blazed, and dared her to come partake of this fleshy feast. 

Lauren froze and found she couldn't move. Pulling out of Kristen, Boyd came towards her, cock bouncing, balls swaying. At that moment Lauren wanted to just throw herself to her knees and beg to be fucked more than she'd ever wanted anything, ever. But she couldn't, no matter how much her pussy screamed inside her head for satisfaction, she just couldn't. 

Boyd didn't say a word, just stood in front of her and held out a hand palm up. She looked at it, and time did a funny thing, it stood still. She could see every line, swirl, and nuance of his hand as if it were under a microscope. A little squeak managed to edge it way out of her paralyzed throat before her feet grew brains and wings taking flight. Instead of the bathroom this time she fled out the front door and was immediately swept to her knees by a huge gust of wind. Approximately six inches of snow cushioned her fall, air hurled itself at her, and tears froze on her cheeks. Still her body betrayed her. It burned, mourned in its need, but her mind and spirit wouldn't bend, her shyness wouldn't abate.

Lauren had stayed outside as long as she could bear it. But going back inside wasn't much of a relief; the minute she'd walked back in her frozen ears had picked up the sounds of Kristen's mew like screams amid harsh male grunting. Lauren went straight towards the bedroom she and Kristen shared, and spent the night gazing up at the ceiling listening to her comrades rutting like animals, as she envied them their inner freedom. Everyone slept in Christmas morning, and the event was never spoken of again. Less then half a year later they all graduated and sadly went their separate ways. But that night was an earmark to come. In the thirty years that had passed, Lauren only had one lover, and it had been a staid affair, with barely any passion, lasting only a few months. Many an eve she sat alone wondering about could have beens.

Her life was smothered in regrets, and getting cancer at the relatively young age of fifty-two had only been the icing on the cake. Over the past year Lauren had bitterly fought her battle, only now growing that inner courage at a time when it was to late to do anything with it. Death was knocking at her door, and she knew she had to answer it.

"LAUR!!"

Pulled back to the present in this weird dreamland she was visiting by Boyd's exclamation, Lauren looked at the concerned expression on her two friend's faces. She wasn't sure what to say or do. 

"Are you okay, are you sick?" He repeated.

"No, just a little tired I guess. I… I was just remembering something." Having to smile to herself at this bazaar situation, Lauren wondered if she could somehow wake herself out of this remembrance long enough to say goodbye to Sheila. Would pinching work? She'd read somewhere once that if you were in a nightmare, or a dream you just wanted out of, that if you pinched yourself hard, it might be enough of a signal to your brain to snap you out of it. She tried pinching her arm, but her heavy green and gold winter sweater was thick and prevented much of an effect.

Chuckling and shaking her head Lauren reached down to her left arm to push the sleeve of her sweater up; it snagged on her wristwatch before sliding over it drawing her attention to the beautiful delicate band. Lauren's breath caught. Wait a second… confusion hit her, the round watch face glared up at her; the four numbers reeled into her brain. Made her think of what was happening just before she'd been sucked into sleep. 


Gift of Time



Shock made her motionless. Her gaze remained glued to the date; her heart finally caught up to her and started to bang against her chest hard and fast. This couldn't be… could it? Lauren snapped her head up and looked around herself more carefully now; breathing deep she focused on the smoky essence of the air from the fireplace, and the mustiness underlying it. She reached out, touching things, the back of the sofa, her jeans clad thighs, the material of her sweater. All of her sensory inputs seemed one hundred percent accurate. She fingered the quartz watch face; it was warm to the touch, in fact now that she was focused on it, the whole watch seemed to radiate a nice warm heat, which infused itself right into her skin. 

This was definitely spooky. Thirty years, gone just like that! Suddenly a thought slammed into her brain, her hands flew to her face only to find nice smooth skin, not a wrinkle to be felt. She bolted off the sofa and past her two friends who just stood there with very uncertain expressions alighting both their confused countenances. Out of the room and around a corner found her in a short hallway, with only a couple of closed doors gracing it. Heading unerringly towards the closest one she grabbed the handle, groped for the light, switched it on and skidded in front of a small porcelain sink, which held a medicine cabinet with an outer mirror just above it.

"Oh my gosh." She whispered in astounded wonder, looking out at her from the mirror was a person she hadn't seen in years. Herself, young, rosy skinned, very pretty, or so she noticed for the first time. She'd always thought of herself as rather plain, but not now, oh not now. Compared to her familiar sickly thin, sallow sagging skin, lifeless eyes, and gray streaked hair, what she saw now looked beautiful. In her eyes she looked about eighteen although she knew at this stage in her life she was twenty-three. She touched her face in awe, smiling, she couldn't help it, her lips were thinking with a mind of their own. She looked down at the watch, and knew, felt, with every particle of her being that somehow she'd been given some kind of a cosmic Christmas gift. A last hurrah, a chance to undo at least a few of the regrets she'd been harboring; some, for as long as thirty years.

A sound behind her caused her to turn around; crowded in the open doorway were Kristen, Boyd, and Dennis; evidently the latter had been hurriedly filled in on Lauren's odd behavior. They all looked at her with avid concern. She hesitated, trying to think of something to say that might allay their fears that she'd gone off her rocker, somewhat.

"I… I dozed off and had this really wild dream. Sorry guys, I guess I've been acting like a fruitcake." She grinned weakly.

The relief was like a wave as it washed over them.

"You scared me." Kristen admonished, "Now come on, lets go build that snowman!"

"Ah Kris…" Lauren almost stumbled over the nickname, god it had been so long, and she needed to get back in the groove again. 

"I don't think it's a good idea to go outside right now", she continued. "It's like a blizzard out there. Why don't we wait until in the morning when it has quit snowing?" 

Raising an eyebrow, Kristen looked at Lauren in surprise; in the almost four years they'd known each other Kristen had established herself as the dominant of the two, Lauren very rarely balked against anything Kris wanted to do, she was very much the follower in every way.

"Well I… I guess we could wait." Kris looked at Boyd as she spoke. "Is that okay with you baby?"

Grabbing Kristen from behind Boyd pulled her back against him.

"Sure," he growled nuzzling her neck. "I have no doubt we can find something better to do."

Kristen giggled, pushing her ass back into his jeaned groin. She looked out of the corner of her eye at Lauren with an almost satisfied smirk on her face; she knew Lauren hated it when they got into fuck mode around her. She'd almost always run away like a rabbit until she deemed it safe to come back. Seeing this look Lauren got a news flash, and it surprised the hell out of her. Thirty years ago she'd been to naïve to really see Kristen for the person she really was. Could it be that Kris wasn't who she really thought she'd been? She tried to remember back, but too much time had passed to be sure. 

Hmmm, Lauren did know that Kristen had always been the experienced one, the one who always had the boys, the attention, the confidence, the beauty, she'd dragged Lauren from party to party knowing how much she hated it. But up until now she'd always thought Kris was trying to help her. But now, a much more matured and knowledgeable Lauren looked at Kristen with different eyes. It was something to ponder.

"If you guys are going to start that again, I'm going to grab me a drink and sit in front of the fireplace to wait and see if Santa burns his ass on the way down. Maybe he'll bring me a beautiful blond to help keep me warm!" Dennis looked at Lauren rolled his eye's in a "here we go again" expression and winked at her. Being Boyd's best friend meant that he was around a lot, and when he was between girlfriends, as he often was, he was around even more. Lauren remembered she'd liked him, but was also leery of him, because she knew Kris had her eye on him for potential bedmate material for Lauren. 

But that was then, and this was now, at least for Lauren. She smiled back at Dennis, throwing him off guard. Looking at him with fresh eyes made her appreciate his youth and more than decent looks. Being stuck on Boyd had made her over look Dennis, now she made a point to notice. He was just the opposite of his best friend. Blond, less lean, huskier, where Boyd was lithe like a big cat; Dennis was muscled and compact, shorter, but not by much. His eyes were a forest green, and he had freckles across his nose that gave him an almost boyish quality.

Lauren was intrigued, and time was running. Her six hours were precious and she had a lot she wanted to experience before she'd be whisked back to her dying shell of a body.

"I'll come with you." She chirped cheerfully. Moving to the small doorway she squeezed by Boyd and Kristen, and followed Dennis who'd turned and was heading for the small kitchen on the other size of the cabin. He looked back as they walked.

"Are you going to have a drink Laur?"

Lauren laughed, "Oh I think I'm going to have several." Dennis paused, looked at her closely, smiled, shrugged, then turned and continued walking. Lauren watched his ass and felt a twinge of excitement. This had been something she hadn't really allowed herself much of, looking, lusting. It had always seemed wrong in some way. What a waste her life had been, a total unemotional wasteland. Tonight would be different, very different. Tonight she lived! They made it to the kitchen; he headed towards the bottle sitting on the counter besides the sink.

"You have a nice ass Dennis." She announced to the back in front of her. He stopped in his tracks. She grinned. This was fun!

Turning slowly he looked at her solemnly. 

Lauren didn't get it, she knew he'd be surprised, but he looked almost angry.

"Should I not have said that?" she was hesitant now.

He shook his head. "No, I'm just wondering why you said it."

"Because I just noticed that it is, and I'm tired of never saying or doing what I really feel."

He looked confused.

"Lauren you're not acting like yourself at all, what's up all of a sudden?" 

She let a little of the frustration and pain of her many years of regret creep into her tone.

"I'm always the one on the outside looking in, I let my fear and shyness ruin everything for me. I want to break free. I want to know what it's like to just let go and say, and do anything I want to. No matter how crude, or vulgar or nasty, any of it is. I'm still a fucking virgin, I'm sick of it."

Dennis's look of amazement was an understatement. His mouth was literally hanging open. This had been the last thing he had expected to hear.

"Would you fuck me if I asked you to Dennis?"

This elicited a huge grin and a very flirtatious shrug.

"I don't know, are you asking?"

"Yes." She stated bluntly.

His whole demeanor changed, he grinned sexily and strolled back towards her. He stepped right up to her, and looked into her dark brown gaze.

"You're different. It's in your eyes, I feel like I'm looking at a twin or something here. This is not the Lauren I've known for the past two years, her eyes always evade me; hell you were doing that less than an hour ago. I don't know what's happened, but I like it. I've been trying to get your attention since I met you. Please tell me that Kristen hasn't forced you into some kind of stunt or something. This isn't some kind of prank she and Boyd cooked up is it?"

Lauren was offended.

"You really don't think I'd do something like that do you Dennis?"

"You. No. But shit Laur, I wouldn't think I'd have a snowball's chance in hell of fucking you either. Boyd knows how I feel about you, and he can be one smart-ass son-of-a-bitch at times. I don't know what the hell to think. This is just not you at all."

It was Lauren's turn to be shocked.

"You liked me?" she asked quietly.

"Liked? Lauren I do. I have for a very long time. But I'm also not blind, I know Boyd's the lucky bastard you like." 

"I… Yes I did. Do. I don't know. I always thought he was really sexy."

"Laur, what's with the past tense stuff? You're talking strange as hell."

This conversation was turning into quite a revelation. She'd had no idea Dennis liked her at all. She felt sad all of a sudden, how had she missed so much?

His hands on her shoulders brought her attention back to his serious face. His stare penetrated into her brown orbs searching deep, looking for something she wasn't quite sure she understood. Slightly rough palms cupped her cheeks, his mouth lowered to hers. The kiss was open, deep, and nasty from the onset. Startled, her tongue allowed his entrance, he began immediately stroking the inside of her mouth, gums, teeth, she shyly ventured her tongue forth touching his. Her mouth was stretched open wider, his teeth connected briefly with her's as he ground their lips tighter together. She felt like he was going to just swallow her mouth whole. None of the few kisses she'd ever received prepared her for this assault. She found her arms wrapping around his waist, her breasts ached, screamed at her to get even closer as she pressed tighter against him. 

Abruptly he pulled back from her; his eyes were wild, and dilated.

"Are you serious about this Lauren?"

"Yes!" her voice trembled, she shook like a newly sheared lamb caught in a mid summer cold front. Bottled emotions, feelings, were beginning to clamor, she tried to pull his head back down to her, but he pushed back from her looking carefully at her face.


"Tell me what you want Laur, I don't want any misconceptions on my part."

Frustration drove words from her throat in swift erratic sentences."

"I want to fuck, to get fucked, to suck, lick, taste your cock. I want your mouth eating my pussy, slamming into my ass, ramming down my throat. I want to scream as loud as I can, feel my pussy cum for the first time. I want to go crazy, and be the best, nastiest fuck you've ever had." Lauren was panting and didn't even realize it. 

Dennis groaned and grabbed his crotch, the outline of his cock was plainly visible, even through the denim of his pants, he rubbed it hard, grimacing as if in pain.

"Fuck Laur, do you realize what your words just did to me? Goddamn!"

For Lauren the gate had slammed wide open, gone were all the inhibitions that she'd carried on her back her entire lifetime. They'd already stampeded out, granting her emotional freedom. 

Lauren was hot, boiling; she began tearing at her clothes like a madwoman. She ripped the sweater up and over her head, bent down and yanked off her shoes and socks then shucked out of her jeans, barely taking the time to unsnap and zip them. Her panties and bra were gone in a blur, her hands flew up of their own accord grabbing her breasts, squeezing them together, they were driving her insane with their granite hard, throbbing tips.

Dennis, seeing the out of control flames in Lauren's eyes, carefully backed her deliciously beautiful body around till they reached the kitchen counter. Her eyes were now at half-mast and she was kneading her breasts like dough, pinching the pale rose tinted extended nipples, and moaning. Bending over her he replaced her fingers with his mouth and began sucking hard while she whimpered and ground herself against him. 

The pull of his hot moist mouth on her as he danced from one plump tip to the other was exquisite. Lauren's legs almost buckled, she yanked his hair hard directing him first one way then the other, she couldn't get enough. Streaks of fire wove their way from breasts to pussy, centered on her clit, teasing it, making it swell and pulse with every frantic beat of her heart. As she began to thrash, Dennis held on tight to her waist and sucked even harder. Lauren went ballistic; she wasn't even aware of the frantic animalistic grunts and groans emitting themselves around her tortured moaning of his name as her body tried to communicate it's need to her addled senses. But Dennis heard it. Releasing her left breast with one last vacuuming suction he tightened his hold on her waist and lifting her up in one solid motion gently sit her butt first upon the white Formica countertop.

This put them almost eye-to-eye; surprise flitted itself across her features before her restless fingers latched onto his shirt. Lauren tugged hard, pulling him between her open legs as she tore at the small white buttons laced down the front. She growled in frustration, as her frenzied efforts to divest him of this cumbersome shield keeping her away from the warm taut flesh underneath, made her clumsy in her efforts. 

Looking into her lust bedeviled face Dennis could hardly associate this wickedly sensual Lauren to the girl he'd known for the last twenty-five months. Her eyes were glassy, cheeks flushed; her breasts rose up and down steadily keeping in time with the panting rhythm of air being forced in and out of her opened lips. He'd never seen should pure unadulterated 'come fuck me now' passion from any woman young or old he'd ever been with. It excited the shit out of him. His cock was hard, hurting like hell in the confinement of his tight jeans. It was time to get naked.

Lauren moaned her displeasure as Dennis stepped back away from her; she started to lean toward him to bring him back to her when something in his eyes halted her. He sported a very naughty grin. Catching her gaze he brought his hands to the bottom panels of his red and green-checkered flannel shirt and pulled, the buttons gave in to the pressure and started to pop off. One by one they flew this way and that until Dennis's shirt hung open giving Lauren a tantalizing peek of the slightly hairy muscled chest underneath. Her breath caught, he shrugged out of his shirt and as it floated to the ground, kicked it aside.

Unbeknownst to the occupants of the kitchen they had an avid audience. Standing outside in the shadows of the doorway Boyd and Kristen watched the passionate fireworks of their best friends with mixed emotions. Boyd for the first time saw Lauren as something other than the shy somewhat frightened misfit he'd always pictured her, and Kristen was in a state of disbelieving shock. Miffed at seeing her plans for seducing Dennis over their stay here at the cabin jeopardized she almost glared at her so-called best friend. She liked Lauren just the way she always portrayed herself to be, that's why she'd chosen her for a companion. No competition, sure she pretended to try and shake her loose, but only because she knew Lauren was a scared little controllable mouse. 

Now that somehow Lauren had broken out of her cocoon, Kristen wasn't pleased at all. Looking over at Boyd made her even more uncomfortable, his eyes were glued to the two soon to be lovers and he was stroking his rock hard cock in a way that she knew all to well. He was damned excited. He'd been about to take her ass right there in the hallway when they'd heard noises coming from the kitchen; going to investigate had been one hell of an unexpected surprise. About five feet away from her Dennis continued to strip, his back was to her but that was all right, she loved looking at a well-formed ass, and Dennis had a great one. 

On the counter in front of Dennis, Lauren felt like she was hyperventilating, he'd unsnapped his jeans pushed them down and stepped out of them. He wore no underwear, but that was of little concern to Lauren, all she could concentrate on was his nice thick cock. It wasn't extremely long, but she didn't care, it looked more then enough to do the job. Not that she'd had a lot to compare by, but it looked beautiful to her. She noticed he was completely shaven, balls and all, and she found it so erotic that she was compelled to get down off the counter and rub her face all over him. But before she could act on her impulse, he was back standing between her legs.

"Lean back on your palms Laur, I wanna eat your pussy." His dirty words had the desired effect, her cunt throbbed and her heart almost stopped. She did what he asked immediately, she felt like she was going to die if she didn't get some kind of attention to her clit and fast. She was a bit surprised when he took her legs and put them over his shoulders, she leaned back even more almost bumping her head on the cupboards, seeing this he grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her right to the edge of the counter.

Looking down the length of her body she watched his blond head descend to her sopping wet slit. His breath feathered across her warm and enticing, before he gently spread her neither lips apart and let her feel the touch of a silky wet tongue for the first time. Her hips jumped and her belly clenched as he licked straight up over her super extended clit. Her breath rushed out of her in a whoosh, and she shuddered in an uncontrollable response. Her eyes closed, her hips lifted as Dennis opened his mouth and carefully sucked her clit between his lips. He flicked his tongue quickly back and forth wrenching a strangled moan and low squeal from deep in her belly. A powerful rush of vertigo swept into Lauren's desire fogged brain, making her feel dizzy as if drugged. Her legs began to shake; she wrapped them tight, her heels digging into hard masculine shoulder blades. A force gathered, fast, like a sudden summer monsoon. She tensed, waiting, wanting, needing; Dennis's talented mouth was everywhere at once, doing incredible things to her very sensitive pussy. 

"Oh YES!" she screamed. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Her words became garbled, unintelligible, her whole body went ramrod stiff and she screamed at the top of her lungs as her nerve endings finally gave up the ghost and gave into a massive climax. She flopped around like a fish out of water as Dennis tongued her clit one last time. His chin was soaked, dripping from his first female ejaculation. He loved to taste pussy, and had done it many times, but this was a first. She'd actually gushed, and all this time he'd thought that was an old wives tale. 

He was so excited he felt he could shoot his load at the slightest stimulation. Lauren looked like a puddle of melted butter just spread out lifelessly on the countertop, her eyes were shut, body limp, he watched her carefully, supporting her lower half still on his shoulders, making sure she didn't tumble off. He was amazed at how fast she'd cum. Her clit had felt like a rock hard marble, rolling in perfect sync with his movements. Who the fuck could have known this ultra sexy persona was hiding inside such a shy undemanding Lauren.




Gift of Time



Feeling his eyes on her Lauren peeked out from under her lashes. Now that she was a little more under control she wasn't sure if she should feel embarrassed or not. Fifty three-year-old women didn't act this way, even if they were in a twenty-three year old body. She felt like she'd regressed not just in physical age, but also in mentality, she felt young again. Her one lover at the age of thirty-seven had been quite a dud. Ten years older than her, it had been more about him crawling on top, poking his dick in her and cumming then anything else. He'd never once touched her cunt with his mouth, or kissed her with real passion. And she'd certainly never had an orgasm with him. He hadn't even known he was her first; she'd been too humiliated to tell him.

Lauren knew she was about to get the fuck of a lifetime; technically her twenty-three year old body was still a virgin, so she didn't feel guilty saying so. She WAS a virgin in just about everything else. She'd never sucked a cock, Martin her lackluster only lover had tried to get her to a couple of times but she'd refused, feeling that was just so personal a thing to do to anyone. Now she felt foolish by her prudish qualms. 

Hearing a noise she glanced behind Dennis and discerned two shadowy figures just outside the kitchen doorway, oh shit, Boyd and Kristen must have seen the whole thing. Looking quickly back to her partner in lust she realized he didn't know they were there. She felt a spark of satisfied excitement; it seemed she might have exhibitionist tendencies hiding in this new and more confident personality. She wanted to test her wings, and her pussy was starting to want again.

She reached out her arms to Dennis in a 'hold me' gesture, carefully he eased her legs down and pulled her back to a sitting position scooting her tush back keeping her safe. She cuddled up to him wrapping her arms over his shoulders and laying her head in the crook of his neck, he was tense, aroused, she felt his hardness against the lower part of her inner thigh. He was trembling.

"Thank You," she purred. "That felt soooooo good. Can I feel your cock in me now?"

He groaned pulling back from her to stare into her eyes.

"Are you absolutely sure Lauren? No regrets? Second thoughts? Once it's gone it's gone, I don't want you hating me for that."

Her heart melted, god what a sweet man he was, he was two years her senior, yet right now he seemed so much maturer than that fact. 

Figuring she'd answer him in actions instead of words she reached out and grasped his cock with her right hand. She squeezed gently. His indrawn breath was almost a hiss.

"Careful Laur," he cautioned. "You've got me so fucking crazy that I'm right on the edge. Jesus the way you respond is unbelievable."

"Should we wait then?" she teased.

He moaned as if in pain. Then laughed softly.

"No. I want to fuck your brains out, and I can't wait any longer!"

"Then take me Dennis, I'm ready." She whispered in what she hoped was a seductive voice.

It was. And had the desired affect. His mouth literally crashed onto hers, he grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed hard. His tongue burst into her mouth and ravaged it. He took turns thrusting his tongue in and out as if in practice for the real thing. She could taste her tanginess on his lips, could smell herself on him. She liked it; the knowledge that it was her juices was intoxicating. Her fingers stroked up along the hard length of his shaft. He continued to knead her ass. She stroked down, he broke the kiss.

"Wrap your legs around me," his hoarse needy voice commanded. Releasing her hold on his twitching appendage Lauren complied as he began to back up, her butt slid off the counter to be balanced in very strong capable hands. He lowered her carefully; his cock seemed to know just where to go she could feel the satiny head at her slippery entrance. His voice came to her strained, but very serious, it drew her gaze to his sincere green eyes.

"If it hurts too bad Laur, tell me and I'll stop."

She shook her head slightly, now a little nervous, it hadn't really hurt the first time with Marvin, but he hadn't been as thick as Dennis either.

"Okay." She whispered. 

He moved, she slipped lower, she could feel him begin to very slowly impale her, their eyes stayed glued together, he watched her expression carefully. He sank in further she could begin to really feel the fullness now; a sharp sting alerted her to the fact that he'd come to her hymen. She flinched, he stopped. Sweat beaded his forehead. His eyes asked her if she was okay. She smiled, and then shocked him by using her legs and leverage to push herself down on him hard, she gasped as he tore through her innocence and gravity took him to the hilt.

"OH fuck!" he hollered as sweet hot tight virgin pussy smothered him.

He closed his eyes and shook his head like a dog shaking off bath water. He wanted to cum, was close to boiling over, he gathered his control close around him and willed his cock to behave. A girl's first time was important, and he wanted her to remember this always.

Lauren's pain was already almost a memory, she moved restlessly, he moaned. 

"You alright?"

"Very, it wasn't bad at all, kind of like getting a shot."

"I wasn't expecting you to force it like that."

"I know Dennis, but I thought it might be easier that way."

He pulled back slightly, before sinking back in. Lauren purred, from this angle he felt huge, and the walls of her pussy gripped him hard, already gearing up for a taste of pure animalistic fucking. She leaned in rubbing her breasts against him, and nibbled his ear.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard!" she growled.

His control was barely hanging on by a thread; she began testing it by clenching and unclenching her pussy on him like a silk-gloved hand. He gave up. If she wanted his cock, he'd give it to her! Widening his stance he pulled her up off him just barely keeping the tip within her then thrust back in as he lowered her again, he was afraid of hurting her but she just gasped and shouted, "Harder!"

He put his back into it. The muscles in his arms tautened and flexed as he lifted her then slammed her back down onto him again and again, if possible he got even harder, she clung to him like a monkey and started using her legs again to ride him. They both began to grunt, his arms started to burn like fire, but he didn't care, this felt too good. 

Over Dennis's shoulder Lauren looked toward the doorway, Boyd had walked into it, Kristen she didn't see. His eyes caught hers snaring her in a trap. He was nude, aroused and jacking himself off. She watched his hand pick up speed and became bewitched. Her world spun, he smiled that devil may-fucking care one she'd been so hung up on once upon a time. Her pussy wept in arousal, she could literally feel her juices squishing out of her, coating her lover's cock and balls. Without thinking about the consequences she shouted Boyd's name. 

Dennis halted in mid thrust, everyone froze. Perplexed he took in huge gulps of air, looking at Lauren, he saw her enraptured gaze focused over his shoulder. He slowly turned sideways; he knew what he'd see. Boyd looked at him expressionless; his hand still held his full arousal, stopped in mid stroke. This was a dilemma, he'd known from the start Lauren had it bad for his best friend. And by the look on Boyd's face he was certainly interested. Well, Shit.

Lauren whimpered, wiggling, she didn't want the delicious feelings flooding her pussy to stop. Impatiently she moved, trying to entice Dennis into movement again. He felt lost and totally confused. Who the fuck did she want? As if reading his mind she spoke aloud.

"I want you both, I WANT BOTH OF YOU TO FUCK ME!" The last statement was shouted to the rafters.

Boyd didn't seem surprised, Dennis was. In fact he was dumbfounded, what the hell was going on here, this was getting crazier by the minute.

"Well you can't have them both." Came a petulant voice from behind Boyd, Kristen sauntered in eyeing Lauren venomously. Her nude body was flushed a furious red, and her ears were practically smoking.

Perched as she was on Dennis's cock made Lauren feel a little silly, but she stayed right where she was. Inside her, despite everything going on, Dennis was still granite hard. She looked into Kristen's eyes and everything she'd begun to suspect became brilliantly clear. It enraged her, to know she'd been so naïve. Who knows, maybe if she hadn't met Kristen her life would have went a whole different course, because she finally saw how the little things that Kristen had said and done to her had pushed her more and more into a shell, defining her whole adult life. 

She fidgeted on Dennis's cock. Words she hadn't even planned burst from her mouth.

"That's not what Boyds thinking, he wants to fuck me, don't you Boyd?"

Looking from Kristen back to Lauren Boyd slowly smiled, shrugged, and said very calmly.

"Yeah, I'd love to fuck you."

You could have parked a bus inside Kristen's mouth it fell so wide open. Her lips moved but no words came out, not even a squeak made it past her paralyzed vocal cords. She turned hurt accusing eyes upon her boyfriend. He looked back at her impatiently and shook his head as if saying, don't even try to go there. Kristen folded her arms under her breasts and turned her back on him.

"For heaven's sakes Kris," he said, finally starting to act like he was getting angry. "What the fucks the difference between doing a three way with Dennis, or with Lauren. Wasn't that the plan tonight? You've wanted to lay him since we started dating. Are there some kind of special rules that say you can fuck around but I can't?"

Lauren looked at Dennis; he seemed shocked at the idea. She thought back to what had actually taken place on this night on the first go around, and knew Boyd was right, Dennis had been sucked (LITERALLY) into Kristen's planned seduction.

Kristen whirled around completely enraged, she snarled at Boyd. "Yes there is a rule, if you fuck that little bitch it's over!"

Looking at Lauren he ran his eyes over her slowly, then looked back at Kristen. "I hate double standards Kris. I'm fucking her."

Kristen didn't say another word, flipping her blond hair back she squared her shoulders and walked out of the room. Everyone stood stock-still, remaining silent; a few seconds later the sound of the bedroom door on the other side of the cabin slamming broke the tension.

Lauren felt good, she'd acted like a child in a schoolyard brawl, but she didn't care, she'd actually fought back for a change and she was proud of herself. But now, what was going to happen here? She wasn't out to hurt Dennis; she didn't want to do that at all. But this was her one night; her last chance to fulfill as many fantasies, and desires, as she could. She felt very torn. 

Realizing her weight must be wreaking havoc on Dennis's arms and back she tried to wiggle free. His cock, lodged deep inside of her jumped, she relaxed her legs, and he held her tighter.

"Change you mind?" he asked, trying not to show her answer mattered.

"No," she stammered. "I thought I might be hurting you." 

"The only thing hurting is the huge case of blue balls I'm getting from being unable to finish fucking this incredible tight pussy of yours." 

Behind them Boyd laughed. Dennis grinned along with him.

"Then you're not mad at me?" Lauren ventured carefully.

Dennis lifted her, and then lowered her back down moaning the whole time.

"Shit Laur, how could I be." He continued fucking her slowly. "I never expected to get anything even close to this from you, I'd say you've given me one hell of a Christmas gift. Besides, hell Boyd and I have shared just about everything since we were kids, if you want to fuck us both, then I say, Why the hell not!" He punctuated this with a deep thrust that Lauren swore she felt in her throat. 

"I want her ass." Boyd's voice was deep and sexy as he stated his intentions. "Let's go in the den and get comfortable."

That threw Lauren a curve, and a shiver of scared anticipation skated across her spine. Anal sex, did she dare? Didn't that hurt like hell? Instead of putting her down like she'd somewhat expected, Dennis wrapped his arms around her and headed out of the kitchen toward the flame lit den. With every tread his cock jerked and jolted inside of her driving her a little bit mad. Her inner muscles clenched him, milking, savoring his presence within her. Finally they entered the room that she'd awoken in earlier; there were no lights except from the dancing flames of the fireplace. A sleeping bag was laid out in front of the hearth. 

Thinking he would head for the bag Lauren was a bit taken aback when he planted her back firmly against the opposite wall. 

"We've got something to finish before we can actually start this party." He said to her and Boyd, who'd come up to stand to the side of the attached couple.

"By all means do." Boyd answered back in a husky suggestive voice.

"Plan to," Dennis returned as he drew back and slammed his cock home hard. 

Braced with her back to the wall, her legs wrapped tightly around her lover, his hands anchored to her ass, all Lauren could do was hang on for dear life as Dennis plowed in and out of her, hard and fast. Oh yes; now this was what she'd been waiting for. It didn't take but a second for her pussy to get back in to the swing of things. She found herself issuing a sound between a groan and a grunt with every deep searing lunge of his prick; her tits bounced, her butt was forced back into the wall with a bang, but she didn't even feel it. All thoughts and feelings were located right in her twat. Juices flowed, dripped, keeping her lubricated, her clit sung with the vibrations of the angle in which Dennis fucked her.

Lauren came first, with a sharp guttural yell she dug her nails into Dennis's shoulders raking downwards, her cunt grabbed his shaft and squeezed it hard, he felt like her cunt was issuing a 'how do you do' cock shake. It brought his balls up tight, and his cum boiled; readying it's self for its eruption up his shaft. 

"Oh yeah!" he hollered, "Oh yes, oh fuck yes you're going to make me cum!" No sooner were the words screamed, then the first spasm streaked along his nerve endings telling his jism to have a nice trip.

"AGGGGH! Oh Fuck!" he pushed his cock in as deep as he could get it, every convulsion of pleasure bringing him to his toes to try and push in deeper still. Moments passed, then like dying flowers they both wilted, Lauren's legs loosen to hang freely, her arms dropped, and her eyes drooped halfway closed. Easing out of her, Dennis carefully lowered her to her feet. She stood there feeling their remnants of passion running down her thighs. Leaning over Dennis kissed her gently on the cheek.

Boyd, watching from the sidelines, had nursed his cock through the excitement of watching his friends go at their first fuck-fest. Not wanting to let Lauren's excitement wane he moved in the second Dennis moved away from her. Heading to the cushy sofa Dennis plopped down, a huge satisfied grin smothering his face.

As Lauren watched Boyd approach, his eyes literally burning with his lust, a feeling of having been here before swept over her. He lifted his hand palm out; flashbacks of another time making her hesitate, but only for a second. She stepped forward placing her fingers softly in his clasp. He pulled her up flush against his lithe body; sparks went off behind her eyes as she closed them in surrender. 

Firm masculine lips very delicately rubbed against hers, in that moment Lauren was lost. The yearning, passionate fantasies, and feelings, she'd harbored all those many years ago came crashing back into her as if thirty years were naught but a second in time. Her legs lost all strength and she sagged bonelessly. Catching her, as if he'd fully expected this reaction, Boyd picked her up effortlessly and carried her over in front of the fireplace. Kneeling, he lay her on her back on the soft padding of the sleeping bag, all Lauren could do was look into his handsome face, and marvel at the play of shadows the dancing flames left in his beautiful eyes as he looked down at her.

Moving cautiously as if afraid she'd take flight, Boyd moved over her, nestled his lower body next to hers, and leaned in to cover her mouth with his own. Gently he coaxed her lips apart with his tongue, tracing her full bottom lip from corner to corner before dipping in to partake of her sweet feminine taste. Lauren moaned at his tender assault, shyly answering his exploration with one of her own. Her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him tighter against her, she could feel the heat and hardness of his arousal pressed against the satiny skin of her outer hip. They kissed for an eternity, tongues exchanging slow, languid strokes, which set Lauren ablaze flooding every tiny little pore of her being. Only when her moans became soft little whimpers of frenzied need, and her body, especially her lower half writhed in impassioned abandon, did Boyd reach down to the valley of molten lava between her legs.

"Mmmm." Lauren gasped, and opened her knees as wide as possible to give him unrestrained access. Her swollen bud came out of hiding like a flower responding to sunlight and he found it unerringly. Jumping, feeling as if an electric zap from his fingertip had just used her clit as a bull's-eye Lauren sucked his still darting tongue deep into her mouth. The tone of the kiss changed, meshing lips pressed in harder, a battle of slippery fuck me motions took place, rasping against teeth and rooftops. His fingers grew wilder, rubbing, circling, and finally sinking into the warm abyss at the heart of her. Her pussy grabbed at his fingers, her hips lifted, trying to force him deeper.

"Gawd… Oh Gawd…," she moaned breaking free from his mind blowing mouth.

"Like That?" He asked, adding a third finger into her slightly sore pussy.

"Yes…" She groaned back as he wigged his fingers inside her already cum soaked snatch.

"Want more? Want a nice hard cock fucking your pussy Lauren?" His voice was velvety smooth, enticing. Lauren just groaned, enjoying the movements as he resumed the in and out sliding of his stiff fingers inside her.

"Well I'm going to give you a lot more than that baby, just trust me. Do you trust me Lauren?"

His eyes mesmerized her, they spoke of secret pleasures she could only guess at, promised her he could be trusted. Demanded her compliance. Feeling like the puppet at the end of a hypnotist's strings she nodded. 

Looking into her dreamy gaze intensely for a few seconds he seemed to find what he was looking for, nodding, as if in answer to a question only he could hear, he looked up and over at Dennis who was sitting at the very end of the couch watching them. Through the shadows of the room, Lauren thought she saw a surreptitious understanding pass between them. Dennis seemed to give it some thought before shaking his head affirmatively in a slight nod that she wasn't sure she was supposed to detect.

Leaning away from her Boyd rolled to his side, extracting his fingers from her greedily clenching cunt. It was all Lauren could do to stop herself from crying out in protest. Raising his richly coated fingers to his lips he began licking them like a cat does its paws, before sticking all three in his mouth and sucking them clean noisily. Lauren didn't know whether she should be flattered or shocked that he was savoring the mixture of male and female cum from his hand; reaching over he grabbed her firmly and pulled. 

"Sit up for second Laur." He asked, already having her half way to a sitting position before he'd finished speaking. The moment she was up he quickly got up on his butt and scooted in close behind her, bracing his legs to the outside of hers so close that a piece of paper wouldn't have fit between them. Immediately his arms came up under hers and his slightly callused palms cupped her breasts, his cock ground into the small of her back.




Gift of Time



"Better?" He growled, rubbing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Lauren moaned deep in her throat and leaned back into him, her head lay back in the crook between his shoulder and neck. His chest cushioned her back.

"I'm going to lie back down all the way Laur. I want you to go back with me and lay flat down on top of me, just like this."

"Do you want me to turn around?"

"No baby, I want your back flat against my chest, just like we have it here."

Carefully he maneuvered them backwards, until he lay comfortably flat on his back, with Lauren resting flush on top of him. He spread his legs into a wide "V" with Lauren's legs spread in a slimmer "V" to the inside of his. He squirmed and wiggled around until he had her heart shaped ass positioned right above his pelvic bone, allowing his jutting cock to rise up majestically to lay along the length of her crimson slit. Playfully he flexed his cock causing it to jerk then slap back against her slick outer folds. She giggled, and then groaned as he squeezed the breasts he still cupped, and flexed again.

Dennis, who had slid off the couch, walked on his knees over to them. Without saying a word, he bent over Lauren and attached his mouth to her nipple. Boyd, who'd moved his hand down to the underside of her breast, was now holding it up to him in offering. He took turns paying homage first to one nipple, than the other. Feeling the brush of knuckles sliding up and down slowly against her outer lips had Lauren puzzled until she realized Dennis had his hand around Boyd's cock, slowly pumping it up and down. Shock blossomed through her and she swung her head to the side to look at Boyd. He was waiting to catch her gaze.

"We're bi, not gay. We don't fuck each other. But we do just about everything else. Just so you know, Kristen has no idea; we haven't touched each other in two years. I've been faithful to her." He grimaced, lifting his hips, urging without words for Dennis to go faster. "But… it seems Kristen and I are no longer an item… so… fuck it. Can you deal with that Laur? Want us to stop?" His blue orbs drilled into hers, challenging her to deny their passion.

Still sucking her tits Dennis gave no indication that he was following the conversation, but Lauren knew he was listening very closely. His marauding lips and tongue were driving her to distraction. The tantalizing brush of the back of his fingers against her had her clit out and reaching, her cunt dripped renewed moisture. Mind whirling, she found to her immense surprise that their sexual orientation didn't bother her what so ever. They could do whatever they wanted together as long as they didn't leave her out. She smiled right into his sizzling eyes, he smiled back.

"I can deal with it Boyd, and hell no, I don't want you to stop. I want the two of you to fuck me senseless!"

"We're going to," he rasped harshly before straining his neck to reach her lips with his own in a deep gratifying kiss. As their tongues played, Dennis moved, crawling down around them to get between their opened legs. Boyd, feeling his long time lover squeezing in on his belly, entwined his legs with Lauren's, forcing them even further apart. Lost in a world of dark lust and new sensations, the tongue on her clit took a few short seconds to register its pleasure to her overwhelmed brain. Lauren mewed deep in her throat. Her neck muscles were beginning to scream with the strain, but she didn't care, Boyd's hands were once again kneading her breasts and torturing her still wet nipples.

Between her legs Dennis's hot tongue was taking turns on cock and clit; as he sucked one he fingered or stroked the other. It felt amazing. His lips sliding down the length of Boyd's cock ran down the length of her slit teasing the hell out of her. Finally a need for air drove the lover's lips apart. Lauren looked down the length of her body; watching the thick veined cock sliding in and out of the masculine lips was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen. Looking up, mouth still stuffed, Dennis caught her eye and winked. Lauren bucked her hips up sharply, she couldn't help it, his hot breath on her pussy was driving her crazy, taking the hint Dennis let go of the cock, held it back and dived into the scalding hot pussy.

"AWWW!" Lauren cried out, surprised by his aggression, but loving it. 

"Baby, I think you're ready." Boyd stated.

Panting she turned questioning eyes towards him.

"I'm going to fuck your ass Lauren."

Her breath stalled in her chest. He wasn't asking, he was telling, and they both knew it. Fear skirted through her body, but followed right behind that was a tight band of excitement. As if on cue, Dennis lifted his head and ran his fingers down her slobbering slit gathering moisture, letting it run to the crack of her ass. His middle finger followed rubbing around her asshole soaking it in her own juices and his spit. Carefully he eased the tip of his finger in, Lauren gasped and tensed up.

"Easy Laur." Dennis said. 

Boyd began caressing her breasts in soothing circles. 

"It'll be okay," he whispered in her ear.

As the finger in her ass pressed in to the first knuckle, Lauren groaned; not in pain, but in slight discomfort. She began to get nervous. That felt huge inside her. How was she ever going to fit Boyd's cock in there? As she squirmed yet again, Dennis's finger went in deeper. 

Leaving his finger lodged in to the second joint, he leaned back over and began licking around his finger where it entered her. Between Boyd's cock being right there, and his hand taking up space he had to stretch his tongue out to reach it. It felt good, real good. Lauren grunted as he continued to lick. After a few seconds he slowly began moving his finger in circles, trying to loosen her up. 

"Lift your hips up some baby, lets get me in there."

Hearing Boyd's words made Lauren swallow hard, she was scared shitless for some reason, but she wasn't going to back out. She did as he asked. Without being directed Dennis eased his finger out of her, and grabbed Lauren's hips helping her lift up. He then grabbed Boyd's cock down by the base and pulled it back slightly lining it up with her asshole. Lauren closed her eyes tightly as she felt the head nudge her ass cheeks apart. As he began penetration, Lauren hissed. "Oh fuck it burns!" she whimpered, becoming stiff as a board.

"Hold it a second Boyd." Dennis told him. "She's way too tense, it'll hurt her." Getting to his knees for leverage Dennis got a hold of Lauren by the hips. 

"Relax Laur," he commanded, "I've got you. Let your muscles relax, you're not going anywhere." The strain of holding herself still so the red-hot poker just barely into her ass wouldn't go any farther was beginning to wear on her. Opening her eyes, she looked into the calm confident expression Dennis bestowed on her. She trusted him, and one by one let her muscles go slack. 

He held her in place, beneath her Boyd didn't budge. It seemed they were at a stalemate. Then Dennis did the unexpected and buried his face in her pussy. He ate her like he was at an all you can eat smorgasbord. She felt like she had four mouths on her instead of one. His lips sucked, tongue licked, and speared inside her seemingly all at the same time. He shook his head back and forth using chin and anything else he could to stimulate her. In no time flat she was moaning and burning out of control. The fire in her ass was pushed aside by the incineration in the far depths of her pussy. It roared out of her like magma from an erupting volcano; she screamed, bucking, causing the head of Boyd's dick to fully pop through the tight ring of her ass. She screamed again, the pleasure/pain combination both equal in their intensity. Dennis quickly let go of her hips, causing gravity to propel her straight down the length of the hard shaft and wedging it tightly to the hilt in her ass. 

She lost her breath completely in a silent scream. Then, instinctively, she tried to move away from the intense pain filling the tightly stretched agony that was her butt. Boyd's arms came around her holding her still. Dennis began stroking her tummy with both palms soothingly. 

"Relax Laur." He repeated over and over in a soft whisper. Eventually Dennis's hands and Boyd's words began to roll over her. She let her body go completely limp. And as she did the searing pain lessened to a dull ache. She felt like she had a baseball bat stuck up her rear, but as the seconds passed even that was starting to feel all right. Boyd kissed her temple. 

"Your ass is so fucking tight Lauren, I want to fuck it so bad."

"It will hurt." She whined, afraid for him to move.

"Not that bad, see…? Feel…" He moved his hips down into the cushioned quilting of the sleeping bag. He slid about two inches back out of her. It stung a little bit, but it was tolerable. He very slowly pushed back in. He was right. It seemed as long as he was gentle the eye crossing pain was over.

"Okay?" he whispered.

"Okay," she agreed, but her voice trembled.

Every inch felt like a mile to Lauren as he pulled out and steadily pushed back in. She didn't try to move; his hands glided up and down her torso, going from breasts to belly to hips, his fingers occasionally bumping into Dennis's, who was still rubbing her stomach gently.

"I want to feel your tongue." Boyd shot towards Dennis. Within just a couple of seconds Lauren could feel hot wet silk sliding around the entrance of her ass, it wiggled and teased as he licked Boyd's pole painting it in his saliva as it sank in and pulled out in an ever longer and faster motion. What pain there was left was quickly smothered, as Boyd and Lauren moaned in unison. Two fingers sneaking into her cunt and keeping time with Boyd's movements upped the pleasure ante. Now Lauren did begin to move, ever so hesitantly, she began to fuck the fingers inside her, causing her to aid Boyd in his efforts as well.

"That's it baby," he growled encouragingly into her ear. As he was now holding onto her hips to give his cock leverage, Lauren's breasts felt cheated. Cupping them herself she played with her nipples, rolling, pinching, pulling. She was starting to get into this now. Even her ass was beginning to clench and unclench in search of pleasure. She half shut her eyes and concentrated on all the myriad sensations. Those fingers in her cunt were feeling delicious now, but she wished they could somehow go deeper. And that tongue flailing on her asshole felt incredible. 

Puffs of air from Boyd's harried breaths feathered the hair at her temples; turning her head she impulsively stuck out her tongue and licked his cheek. He turned his head and smiled wickedly, looking into her eyes.

"I knew you'd like it." He purred. The loss of the fingers in her pussy and the tongue around her ass drew Lauren's stare down towards her middle. Dennis was standing up, his hand pumped his cock as he straighted and looked down at the erotic picture his friends made as she got her ass royally fucked. He was fully aroused, in the firelight the head of his dick glistened wetly. His eyes captured hers; he looked so intense, quite pointedly his eyes fell to her wide-open pussy then back to her face in a silent question. His hand continued to move upon himself. As the entreaty in his emerald stare telegraphed itself to Lauren's passion riddled brain understanding dawned. He wanted to fuck her pussy, while Boyd continued plundering her ass. 

Her body's reaction was instantaneous. Her nipples peaked under her fingers becoming rock hard; her clit decided to take up bongo drumming and throbbed with the fast pace of her heart. Female juices drenched the inside of her hole as it prepared itself to be invaded. Her ass tightened causing Boyd to moan and lunge harder. Inside her mind that final inhibition that separated Lauren from what she'd been to what she wanted to be crumbled. At that moment she understood who she was and why she'd always kept herself so restrained and hidden. Her eyes narrowed into slits, and the true animalistic side she'd kept leashed broke free.

One hand released a breast and slowly made its way to her pussy were she began rubbing her clit in languid exaggerated movements. She licked her lips intentionally drawing Dennis's gaze to them. She'd never played the coquette before, and she found it invigorating. 

She raised her hips a little, being careful not to dislodge Boyd's pistoning cock.

"You want to fuck my cunt Dennis?" she asked in her best seductive tones. His eyes widened just a fraction in surprise, but he went along with her teasing.

"Yes Lauren, I want to fuck your cunt." Beneath her Boyd chuckled, and picked up his pace.

"Are you sure you want to sink your hard beautiful cock in my tight, hot, juicy, needy pussy?" She drawled in a damn good Marilyn Monroe imitation. Dennis almost lost it. The need to bury himself in her tripled in intensity.

"Yes," he growled, stopping to cup his aching balls. 

"Lauren," Boyd interrupted, in a hoarse deep rumble. "If you want your ass and pussy fucked at the same time you better hurry. I need to cum, and it isn't going to be long before for it happens. God you feel good, I can't hold this shit back." His sharp grunt at the end of this announcement and his hard thrust drove his point home.

Lauren smiled, and simply commanded.

"Fuck me!"

Dennis didn't need to be told twice.

Dropping to his knees he positioned himself squarely between their still "V" spread legs, leaning forward he lay his cock just in the opening of Lauren's petaled lips. Feeling him positioned there had her squirming upwards; Dennis didn't waste any time sliding into her buttery channel slowly. If he'd thought she was tight before, she felt even more so now. Boyd's cock made her tunnel even narrower, he could actually feel Boyd's movements below his sheathed member. It was almost his undoing. He had to grit his teeth together to keep from blowing his load immediately. Boyd was having trouble hanging on as well he began to chant.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," with every thrust. Lauren was in pleasure limbo, her pussy clung, started milking as the cocks inside her began moving in tandem. Feeling Dennis's weight coming up over, then down on her, she was sandwiched between her two lusting, lunging lovers. Boyd didn't seem to mind the extra weight. Looking down into her eyes from above her, Dennis was in a pushup position, seeming to rest on his very fingertips. With the two bodies beneath him his fingers just barely made contact with the floor, saving Boyd two full body weights. His mouth took hers, it was frenzied and wet. Sounds cascaded around them blending into a symphony of lustful music. Cocks slid in and out sloppily leaving the slap of balls connecting with skin, and wet sucking pussy and ass behind them. 

Grabbing the back of his mussed blond hair, Boyd dragged Dennis's lips from Lauren's and directed them to his own. The men dueled within each other's mouths, as they fucked their willing captive together. Somehow or other Lauren got her head turned, pulling painfully on neck muscles to do it, and was brought in for an open mouthed three way kiss. Chins bumped, noses collided, but tongues managed to slither silkily over each other's; spit dripped and it turned into a real nasty-fest but the three didn't care, they reveled in it. Lauren couldn't tell where one cock started and the other ended, her breasts were smashed flat against Dennis's chest; she could hardly force air into her compacted body, but she didn't care, she'd never felt this good before in her life.

Beneath her Boyd stiffened, raising his hips up strongly in an enormous show of strength to almost buck Dennis out of her snug tight pussy.

"Cumming!" he managed in a strangled howl. As full as her stuffed orifices were, Lauren could literally feel every twitch and jerk of Boyd's cock intensely. He quivered under her, pushing in deep with every squirt released into her bowels. Dennis seemed to fuck into her even harder, while her own climax hung in the balance. It floated there, beginning in long dancing waves, centered deep in her belly, then expanded out, radiating pleasure in every direction that the stunning convulsive vibrations traveled. It was a double whammy, as Boyd's cock finally stopped shooting out its thick creamy cum; Lauren's pussy was just slamming in a home run. She lurched, shook, and screeched at the top of her lungs. 

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" "Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah." Was forced from her vocal cords by the force of each massive thrust Dennis subjected her pussy to. She lay exhausted, letting him use her body in his quest to spill his seed. He didn't care, her cunt felt like fucking nirvana and he was getting his milk and honey. Reaching around Lauren, Boyd caressed Dennis's shoulders, and his sides as far as he could reach, and held on; sweat rolled off them soaking into the sleeping bag. Inside Lauren's ass Boyd's cock softened and was literally forced out her by the intensity of Dennis's lust. 

Finally Dennis felt his sperm take flight, and he literally saw fireworks behind his eyes. 

"AHHH Yeah, Oh fuck Yeah." He groaned under his breath as he burrowed in as far as he could and released stream after stream of cum. Oh fuck but it felt good. It was a full minute before he could bring himself to look down at Lauren, he'd had his eyes squeezed closed in what could only be described as pure bliss. She was limp and dazed, half asleep. It had hit her like a brick and she felt too lethargic to move. Boyd was looking at her closely, making sure she was all right, or so Dennis presumed. Their eyes met, Boyd smiled his old devil may care one, and signaled for Dennis to get off. He tried, but found his elbows were locked in place, and his fingers were not bendable. Grimacing he gained his feet awkwardly. His shoulders and arms screamed in pain. It had been one hell of a night. BUT WORTH IT!

Lauren was in a fog. She knew she needed to get off Boyd but she just didn't have the energy to move, in fact she just wanted to curl in a ball and sleep, and right here would do nicely. She felt herself being gently rolled to the side, and held as Boyd slipped out from under her. Lowered to the sleeping bag she snuggled in feeling as if she lay on a bed of clouds. Someone slipped a pillow under her head, and covered her with a nice warm quilt. In the back of her mind she knew there was something important she was supposed to remember, but right now she could do nothing but surrender to the shadows of sleep. 

BONG

Lauren jerked awake. That sound had been loud and right in her ear. She lay with her head on her folded arms. Confused she listened, not sure what it was that had woken her.

BONG

Her horrified gaze swung to her wrist. The watch! Her eyes scanned the room, the fire had died down, and dusky morning light shone in through the cabins lightly draped windows. Above the mantle an old clock hung, ticking loudly, she squinted, making out the time. Six a.m. 

BONG

No!!! Her heart and mind screamed. Lauren panicked. While lying sick and helpless in a hospital bed, it was easy to just say the hell with it and except your fate. She'd been ready to die. But not now, not now! She didn't want to go back, she wanted to stay right here, and start over, live her life right this time.

BONG

Flailing her arms and legs wildly she kicked off her quilt and jumped up, looking at the watch on her wrist she considered ripping it off, but remembered just in time that the note had said if the watch was removed she'd be taken back to the present immediately. 

BONG

Not knowing what to do, Lauren's first instinct was to just run. Turning, she lifted her foot to do just that, but tripped as she caught it in the quilt she'd so carelessly kicked aside. Horrified, she saw the rock ledge of the hearth coming right at her face as she pitched forward toward it; instinctively she lifted her arms to protect herself…




Gift of Time



BO…

The sound of the watch striking the corner of the hearth cut the sixth toll in half. The quartz face shattered, and the watch fell blissfully silent. Lying there rattled, with the wind knocked out of her, Lauren waited for the ax to fall. No, No, No, she whispered over and over, too terrified to open her eyes least she find herself back in her dying body thirty years in the future. The room was cool, and her naked body covered itself in goose bumps. 

"Laur?" she didn't move.

A rustling sound, then soft footsteps over the wooden floorboards had Lauren looking up tearfully, to see a very sleepy looking Dennis standing over her looking very concerned. He kneeled beside her.

"Hey," he said gently, catching a tear on his thumb. "You okay?"

"I… I fell…" 

"So I see, your arms bleeding. Come here." Sitting down and crossing his legs under him, Dennis helped Lauren up and pulled her onto his lap. She sniffled into his shoulder, still very much afraid. Before she'd realized his intentions he had her arm under his scrutiny looking very closely at the watch and the scratches on her arm form the broken glass.

"I'm afraid your watch's broken Laur."

Not even wanting to look at it, afraid that it might still zap her away, she lowered her eyes. 

"Here let me get it off for you, in case there's glass wedged under the band somehow." By the time his words registered, he'd already found the clasp and had loosened it.

"NO!" she screamed terrified, yanking back her arm, but she was too late. Dennis sat there, the watch dangling from his fingers, and looking at Lauren worriedly wondering what he had done wrong. She cringed in his arms, screwed her eyes shut and waited to be swept back to her doom. Nothing happened. 

Dennis wrapped his arms around her hugging her, wondering if maybe she hadn't hit her head or something in the fall and disorienting herself. After a couple of minutes she opened her eyes again, sat up and carefully untangled herself from his grasp. 

Lauren felt stupid; she'd acted like a fool. Dennis still had her watch, holding it carefully by the band. She held out her hand; he looked at her cautiously for a moment before laying it gently in her shaking palm. She turned the face towards her, the 1971 glared out at her.

"I want to stay." She whispered fervently. Warmth emanated from the gold band, and a faint glow, which lasted only a nanosecond, came and went. She tried to drop the watch, but she couldn't, her hand wouldn't budge. Then before her eyes, the numbers began rolling backwards one by one until only four zero's peered up at her. It bonged once, very loud. A feeling of peace came over her, and she knew beyond the shadow of a doubt, that her wish had been granted. 

Dennis, not seeing the numbers move, just assumed the watch was all right after all. Lauren carefully sat the watch aside and snuggled back into Dennis's very comforting embrace. He really is a very sweet guy she thought, and realized that she liked him very much. Suddenly catching a glimpse of a brief shimmer of light from the corner of her eye she looked down just in time to see the watch completely vanish. One second it was there, and then just as quickly it was gone. A feeling of immense relief swept over her as she realized that it was actually over. Whatever cosmic force had given her this gift was apparently going to allow her to stay. The cabin suddenly felt very quiet, and almost empty, as she looked around for Boyd but didn't see him sleeping anywhere. 

"Where's Boyd?" she asked. 

"He left." 

"What?"

Dennis cleared his throat. 

"You missed quite a show last night. After you went to bed, Kristen came in and raised holy hell. She got all pissed off and stormed out, blizzard and all. Boyd went after her; they talked in the car, apparently decided to make up, and then left to go back to the dorms. It was crazy."

"So its just us here." Lauren whispered shyly. 

"Yup." He looked at her seriously. "We can go if you're uncomfortable Laur."

They'd rented the cabin for a week, driving up in two cars, Kristen's and Dennis's. So transportation was no problem. They still had five days if she chose to stay. She found she very much wanted to. The more she was around Dennis the more things she found about him that she liked. Curiously enough she was very glad it was Dennis who had stayed, and not Boyd. She shifted in his lap and smiled at him gently.

"I'd like to stay. I really want to get to know you." 

His smile lit up his face.

"I was hoping you'd say that." He bent, kissing her softly on the mouth.

They sat cuddling, both of them feeling very content, as if something that was meant to be had fallen into place. Lauren especially felt the ambiance of this special morning all around her. She gave her silent thanks to whatever magical force had allowed her a second chance, vowing not to make the same mistakes she'd made the first time. Never again would she think of this day as just another holiday, for her it would always be a time of miracles, and magic.

"Merry Christmas Dennis". 

"Merry Christmas Laur."