0 comments/ 21132 views/ 2 favorites This Old House By: AFWilson I looked over the mountain of paperwork left me by the last supervisor. Even after two weeks in my new job I still couldn't find the top of the desk. Paper less company my ass. I was buried in an avalanche of print outs and carbon less forms. It was a good thing my wife was still in North Carolina. Working late is easier when the person you love is living five and a half-hours away. Add to that I was staying in a place that gave the word condemned a good name. But then again, I had the good luck to run into Mrs. Frederick while doing job inspections on my new crew. She was a nice older widow. She was looking for a couple to rent the upstairs rooms of her house. Her husband died a few years back. Family checked on her now and then. She was alone and I needed a place without cockroaches. I really think she took pity on me like the village idiot who would leave sunny Florida to move to North Carolina then Southern Virginia. She offered me two bedrooms, a very small kitchen, a bath, living room, and what she called an upstairs parlor (I called it a 1940's style living room). The price $200.00 per month, WITH UTILITIES and it was furnished. I moved in a couple of days later. It really was great. Evelyn, Mrs. Fredricks, had a couple of her grand kids help me move. The only thing missing was my wife. OOP's, I hadn't told Alisa about the move. "Hello this is Alisa, I'm not here right now." Alisa's voice came over her voice mail. "Please leave me a message, thank you." Gods above I loved everything about her, especially her accent. "Hey, Hon, You're not going to believe this but I found us part of a house to rent. Actually it's the upstairs. It's older, but well maintained. I've sent some pictures to your work e-mail. Take a look and tell me what you think. I can't wait till you see it the end of the month. Call me tonight love you, bye." That went well. Alisa down loaded the pictures and we had a long talk that night. She couldn't understand why someone would rent a flat, her term for the apartment, for so little. Really neither did I. I liked it and I was here and she was in North Carolina so that was settled. The end of the month she would drive up for a few days and check things out. I couldn't wait. Evelyns grandkids and great grandkids seemed to be all over the place the end of August. It was one last visit before school started. The noise level inside was equal to a major airport. I was on the back porch still trying to catch up on the employee evaluations due yesterday when she came walking through the yard. I noticed her strolling up to the house without a care. Her summer dress bouncing up and down with her steps (nice). As she got closer to the porch light I saw that her breasts also bounced (very nice) as she walked towards the back door and me. I didn't want to be known as the new pervert in town but she was cute. She wasn't a breathtaking baby doll or someone you would see turning heads at a movie premier. But the brown haired cutie got my attention. She looked to be about high school age. The closer she got the more I wanted to talk to her. "Hi, how are you?" She was about ten feet away and I thought she saw me under the back porch light. "Hello," I repeated. "I don't remember seeing you here before?" I guess she was in a daze because she suddenly turned to my voice stared at me. I looked at her and smiled. She looked at me and screamed. I mean really screamed. She turned and ran back the way she had come. Now I'm no Paul Newman, more Joe six pack, but I'd never had a girl look at me, scream then run away. It was a bummer. Besides I thought I should tell someone that a girl was walking around in the back forty. "Mrs. Frederick?" I said as I walked into the downstairs parlour. "Please Evelyn, Tom. You've met my boys and their young'ns? "Yes Mrs... Evelyn. I'm sorry to intrude but someone was just in the backyard, a young girl. "Where is she now? One of her sons asked. "She ran toward the drying barns. Didn't you hear her scream?" "No. Why did she scream?" Vern, her oldest asked. "I guess I scared her. She was walking toward the house I said hello, she looked at me and she just let it rip." I was still trying to sort it out. "Must of been the Yankee accent." Vern always thought he was the funny one. "Hush Vern, be nice. Go out to the barns and see if you can find her. Evelyn turned to me. What was she wearing Tom? A summer dress with red pinks and yellow flowers on it. She had a gold chain around her neck. Evelyn just stared at me for a moment then turned to her family. "I want everyone to get out there. I've seen her around here before. All she does is sniff around here like a bloodhound looking for tracks. When you find her call the Sheriff. Now get out there before she gets away again. Tom stay here please." I followed her to the unlit fireplace as my eyes followed hers. She was looking at framed pictures of her family. Her parents and her husband, all long gone. Then there were her children, grand kids, and even the two great grand kids. Then I saw her again. An old black and white 8X10 in a black frame hidden behind the others. She was a couple of years younger in the picture but it was her. The girl I saw in the picture had denim jeans and a work shirt that probably belonged to her father. She was standing in front of what looked to be a perfect 1950's Dodge pickup. Reaching over I picked up the picture and Evelyn sighed. "I knew it was her," she said. "Who is she?" To be honest I was looking at her and a perfectly restored early 50's Dodge. "That's MaryEllen, my oldest child. The dress you saw her in was her favorite. Did you really talk to her?" "Well I said hello. I guess she saw me cause she screamed and ran away, why?" Something was really starting to make my skin crawl. "I've seen her now and then. I tried talk'n to her but all she'd do is keep right on walking. I've never talked to her." "If it's a family problem and you want to talk about it, I'm a good listener." I thought she confused dates. People who are in there 80's will do that. Her grandchildren were as old as the girl in that picture. Evelyn looked at me and gave me a sad smile. "You don't understand Tom. MaryEllen passed on. It was in a car wreck in 1957 when she just turned 18. The State Police said it was instantaneous. That picture you're holding was taken when she was 15 in 1954. Now I was the confused one. I saw her plain as day. Subtract 1957 from 2004 equals 47 years ago, plus age 18 would make this teenager 67 years old now. Walking with a bounce in her step toward the house and not a wrinkle. "I don't understand."I needed to know why she was taking my seeing the ghost of her long dead daughter so calmly. "I see her maybe two or three times a year. I see her shrouded in a light mist, I talk to her but she doesn't see me or hear me." The words were getting more painful. "That dress she was wearing was the one we buried her in. I know it's not right for a funeral, but it was right for her. I've never told Vern or the rest the children I talk to their sister. I guess I'm afraid they'll put their maw-maw in the funny farm." "So now what?" I asked. "Either we can figure this out or hope there's room for two at the farm. Tell me how Mary died." Her name is...was MaryEllen. Her and her boyfriend Tim Bridger were driving back from the picture show in Lynchburg one night on 501 when a truck pulled in front of them. Timmy had both legs amputate one at the hip. He's still alive but in a wheel chair. He still thinks it's his fault and won't talk to any of our family. Forty-seven years in a wheel chair. That's worse than die'n quick for most. We knew they had made plans to get married after MaryEllen graduated from High School. It's been killing him for all these years. Die'n real slow, one day at a time. We talked until Vern and the family returned. Of course they didn't find her. How do you look for someone who's been dead for 47 years? I went to bed. XxXxXxX Over the next week I kept going to the back porch at night hoping to see her again. Even Evelyn joined me the first couple of nights. I think she was hoping to see her deceased daughter again. Finally I gave up and went back upstairs and got ready for my wife to come up for her visit that weekend. I was doing some vacuuming one night. (Yes I know how to vacuum a rug. Not well but it will pass the test.) I thought I heard voices but the TV was on. It wasn't till I turned it off that I knew it wasn't the TV. Excuse me, sir. I'm try'n to talk to you." It sounded like one of Evelyn grand kids. How had she gotten in? Well here I am..." Suddenly I stopped. It was MaryEllen. There she was in my living room. Hands behind her back. Looking like she should really shouldn't be where she was. The same dress, the same hair, same necklace. I could see her chest rise and fall with each breath. That's probably how she looked when she was waiting to go to the movies. "Ya'll can hear me?" She said. "Sure, why not? You heard me at the back porch last week." "Last week?" There was major confusion on her face. "Sure. Your family was in the parlour and you were heading for the house to join them." That didn't help her confusion any. "You gotta be a Yankee. You sure don't talk like you're from the Commonwealth. What are you doing in our bedroom? Does mama know you're in the girl's room? My brother Vern would woop you if he knew. He may be in seventh grade but he's big for his age." "This is my bedroom now, MaryEllen. In fact I'm renting the whole upstairs." I must be crazy, I thought. Here I am arguing with a ghost. "You really shouldn't be here, Sir. How come you know my name?" "Don't call me Sir, MaryEllen. The name is Tom. Your mother told me all about you. Come sit down." "I can't. I have to go soon." "Where to?" "I'm looking for Timmy, he's my boyfriend. We were coming home from the picture show last night when there was this light." There was unbelievable sadness in her eyes. "I woke up by the barns just now." Panic started to fill her voice. "Where's Timmy? I've looked all over and I can't find him anywhere." "I think he's home, MaryEllen." I wanted to comfort this young girl who was really panicking now. I reached out to her. My hand slid through her hand as I tried to grasp the fog that was her body. She seemed so real, I had forgotten for a moment that she really wasn't there. I started to panic but MaryEllen totally lost it. She saw my hand slide through hers and she screamed, again and again. The noise was terrible and hurt every part of me. It was an involuntary reaction. When some one is in pain you want to hold them. How do you hold something that isn't there? But I could feel her. As my arms slipped through her I felt an incredible warmth wash over me. Then she was gone. I waited for Evelyn to come running up the stairs, to see what was going on, but she never did. That night I had the most incredible dream. Lately I had been dreaming about Alisa. After all it had been a month since we'd been together and the longest we'd been apart since we married six years ago. We were both naked and holding each other. One hand was on her hip the other cupping her breast. My lips were on the top of her breasts. Light kisses around the aureole and I rolled my tongue across the nipples. I could feel my wife's hot breath across my neck as she moaned her pleasure. Alisa has very small breasts and the area between them and her shoulder has always been a turn-on for her. Her nipples were more of a turn on for me than her. I could feel her excitement grow as my lips feasted on her hard nipples. I was sucking like a nursing baby. I could feel the first hints of moisture between her legs as she wrapped herself around me. I felt myself get harder and harder as my cock pressed against her stomach. Her ragged breathing told me she was close. Alisa had never orgasmed from just playing with her breasts. Was this going to be a first for us? "Timmy, Timmy, God that feels so good I can't believe I'm going to do it." I heard my wife whisper as she cradled my neck. Her stomach tightened and she let out a low moan. Her orgasm blended with mine as jets of cum covered the sheets under me. Timmy? I started coming out of the very pleasant dream. I could still feel the warm cum that coated the sheets and my skin. It felt like my skin was on fire. "Tommy?' The voice in my head repeated. It was the wrong accent. I opened my eyes to the half-light in the bedroom and MaryEllen looking at me. Her hand was trying to touch me but kept passing through my back. The warmth I felt was the same as when I tried to hold her. "How come I didn't go to heaven, Tommy?" MaryEllen had pulled her hand away and put it on her lap. "The preacher always said we would if we were good. Timmy and I never did anything wrong, honestly. We just went to the picture show that night. Did Timmy go to heaven without me? I thought I saw tears on her face. "There was an accident on the way home from the movies," I replied. The light you saw was the headlights of the truck that hit you. I don't know why you're still here; I'm no preacher." I thought about glossing over the rest but I didn't. "Your boyfriend survived, but he can't walk. He lost his legs in the accident." The look on her face was enough to stop my heart right there. She shook her head in disbelief as her eyes got very wide. "Oh God, that's why!" She was about ready to scream when she disappeared. MaryEllen didn't come back that night and maybe that was a good thing. She knew something that I didn't want to know. Alisa was coming up tomorrow. She already had a key, which I had sent her, so she would be waiting for me at the house at five. XxXxXxX I pulled in behind the house and saw the Caravan parked. Sitting under the porch was Alisa, holding roses. She smiled as she saw me approach. "I hope these are for me, Thomas. I would hate to have to give them to your girlfriend. Mrs. Fredrick said she was going to Mrs. Bridgers for cards. She also said she wouldn't be home till pass ten." The smile stayed on her face but there was a look in her eye that told me, what ever I was going to say make it short. "Have you eaten?" I asked. I held her not to tight. The rose thorns were between us. "Have you been eaten Thomas?" my Alisa said. Still smiling she pressed the thorns into my chest. I could see this was going on the fast track. "Not for the last three weeks. You know what they say about absence and hearts?" No tell me Yank, what do they say?" Her head stretched up. Her lips were looking for a kiss. "Absence makes the hard grow harder." I thought it was pretty funny. My lips found Alisa and they were hot. Not just the softness but the pressure as she pressed harder. Her tongue raked my teeth trying to find a way in. I gave her an opening and she took it. Her tongue dove in and started to swirl around mine. The suddenness of it all surprised me. I could feel myself getting hard. After a slight groan she broke the kiss. "Would you like to rape me right here on the back porch or in our new flat?" The loose skirt Alisa was wearing swirled around the leg of my trousers I was in a fog after that kiss as I held her tight. "Lets go upstairs, this may take all night." "Keep that thought Thomas," Alisa smiled back up to me. "Let's go now, before I explode. Gods I need you inside of me." We walked up the back stairs. She looked around as we entered the apartment living room. "So how's this for a flat?" I asked smiling. I remembered when I told my parents that I was marrying someone from Birmingham. They wanted to know how I met someone from Alabama. Then I had to explain how I met someone from Birmingham, England. They adjusted. "You did rather well for a Yank with no taste. Now shut up and show me to the bed. Unless you want to do it on the settee." Not knowing what the hell a settee was I dragged my wife into the bedroom. At the edge of the bed I held her and whispered, "Strip and you'll get what you deserve, wench" Her eyes lit up as she pulled away. I never saw her undress so fast. Skirt on the floor, the blouse went some where. I wasn't paying much attention because my hands were working on my own clothes. I watched as she tipped back on the bed. Her long black hair fanned out as her arms reached over her head. "Ohhh, I love these old canopy beds. Maybe when we get settled in you could tie me to these posts, and have your way." We had tried a little bondage before but it wasn't the best experience for either of us. But then we didn't have a four poster bed. I smiled and filed it away for later. I crawled up besides her, holding my cock and slowly stroked it. There was a little uncertainty on my wifes pretty face. "We don't have time for that right now. I need quick shag. We can do the rest later?" Her fingers had found their way to her cunt. One stroking her slit and the other flicking around the top, trying to get her clit to come out of hiding. The contractions of her stomach told me she was ready. "Of course we can," I said trying to be very calm. The problem was I was hard as a rock and all I could think of was cumming inside my wife. "Here, shut up." I swung over her, pinning both of her arms, with my legs, down by her waist. My cock waved over her mouth. Not for long. She raised her head and swallowed half of it with an accompanying moan. She took a breath through her nose and pushed her head up as far as it would go. She swallowed even more then started bobbing up and down. I lowered my face to her pussy. Already open in desire and wet with anticipation. My first lick started just above her sphincter and in one motion licked with the all the excess wetness from around her cunt. Her fingers weren't fast enough as my tongue ran over my wife's knuckles. Her fingers were still stroking her slit. I could her moan. "Fucking hell, Thomas," Alisa moaned, releasing me. Her hand slid to the bed. "I 'm so horny I can't even play with myself. I need your cock inside of me." My wife was incredibly wet. I had never seen her this wet, this early. Her natural lubrication was everywhere. Her fingers had spread it from her belly button to the tops of her thighs. I moved off of her and moved between her legs. Her hands were still stroking her neither lips. Slowly I rubbed the head of my cock along her slit for more lubrication. Alisa must of felt my fingers opening the lips between her legs because with one hand she held herself open and with the other started to stroke her clit which was fully aroused now. I put the head of my cock at the entrance and slightly pushed. "OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING!" Alisa screamed thrashing like a mad woman, between my legs. "MORE! PUSH MORE!" My wife had never cummed that quickly. But then she hadn't quit screaming. All I had was the very tip of my penis, less than a half inch, inside of her. I pushed harder into her and only managed another fraction of an inch. Something was blocking my way. Again she screamed. I'M CUMMING, AGAIN. GODS, YOUR RIPPING ME, YOU BASTARD. I CAN FEEL YOUR BELL-END INSIDE OF ME. MORE! GODS THIS FEELS SO-O-O GOOD. WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME, TOMMY?" Her thrashing continued, her ass bouncing off the bed and her fingers on her clitoris. Alisa had made a whole new definition of turned on. I grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and drove into her as I lifted her up. I moved past what ever was blocking me and sunk to the hilt. A moan escaped my lips "God damn your tight, woman." I imagined I could feel every muscle inside of her. She had opened to the final thrust but she had my cock wrapped in the tightest grip I'd ever felt. Her eyes were vacant and her mouth was open now. Not a sound was coming out. Just the sound of both of us gasping for air. I dropped her legs and collapsed on top of her. The sweat off of our bodies merged. This Old House Pure fiction. My thanks to my editor Wicked Inside. ***** The Victorian Janet sat at her desk, eyes blankly staring at the papers spread before her. She was still fighting the depression that followed the discovery of her husband's cheating and the subsequent, speedy, divorce. She was now free, but freedom didn't feel very good at the moment. Charley, half a decade older than her 36 years, wandered into her cubicle and plopped down on the corner of her desk. Charley had been her mentor when she started 11 years earlier, and they had worked in the same real estate office ever since. In spite of herself, she gave him a smile, then looked away. "What's a good-looking girl like you doing inside on a beautiful day like today?" he asked cheerily. She smiled again, and looked out the far windows. It was nice out there. She knew he was trying to cheer her up, and he normally succeeded, for a few moments at least. "Just finished a pile of call-backs, and trying to decide what to do next." She forced her mind to focus. "Actually, maybe I will get out. I have a couple of buyers coming in this weekend and should preview some of the empty places that might meet their requirements. They both want something available immediately." She turned to her computer and started an MLS search. Charlie moved behind her, not touching her, but watching listings run by and commenting on some of them. They quickly compiled a list, Janet entering the MLS numbers in a list on her iPhone, from which she could call up maps and statistics, while Charley, who preferred paper, hit the "Print" button for each one. Somewhere in this process, it came to be understood that they would take this tour together. Charlie stood up and stretched. Janet collected her purse. Just being active and doing something was already helping Janet feel better. "You driving?" Charley asked as he picked up the stack of papers. Janet liked that Charley treated her as 'just one of the boys.' "Nah, you drive. I'm too distracted these days." She replied. "Then you're navigating." Charley replied, handing the papers to her. The tour went quickly. A couple of the properties, foreclosures, were in such bad shape they didn't even go inside. They pulled up to the place that Janet had put last on her list, a much older, Victorian-style house. As they walked up to the front door, Charley looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Okay, this doesn't seem to meet much of your criteria. What's going on?" "Just a favorite of mine that I keep hoping I can find someone for. It deserves better than sitting empty like this." She replied. Charley shook his head. One of his top rules was to not become emotionally attached to clients or houses. Janet had never managed to incorporate that rule. Janet flashed her code to the lockbox from her iPhone, and Charley collected the key and let them in. Charley stopped just past the foyer, between the dining and living room. He slowly spun, admiring the old fashioned wood trim, the high ceilings, the solid oak floor, the large stone fireplace, the many architectural details. He let out a slow whistle. "I can see why you love it; what's its story?" he asked. "There are some code problems with the roof and upstairs plumbing. A buyer would have to be ready to put some money and time into it. Still..." She led him into the kitchen. It had been completely remodeled, but still remained consistent with the architectural style of the house. The last room on the ground floor was an old English library with one overstuffed leather chair in the corner. "A bit dark for modern tastes." Charley commented. He looked around again. "They also left one or two pieces of furniture in each room. That just makes it look even emptier. Odd." "Yea. Their broker thinks it helps, and no one can convince him otherwise." They climbed the old, wood staircase to the second floor and looked around again. The stairs and second floor were somehow older. It had apparently not been remodeled when the main floor was; an incomplete renovation, perhaps? Did the owner run out of money? She didn't know. She looked around, and then at Charley. "Can you feel it? The house is so sad, abandoned. It needs to be loved and filled with life!" She spoke with passion. "It's just a house, a thing. It has no feelings." He replied quietly with a raised eyebrow. "I know, but you're still wrong." She answered. He just shrugged. As with most men of his age, he had given up trying to understand or fight female logic. Charley started to open a door when Janet exploded. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" She stomped a foot with each expletive for further emphasis. Charley looked at her in some surprise and she was glaring at him. "I just figured out why this house affects me so much. I'm projecting myself onto it! Look around, Charley! Elegant, even beautiful, in great shape for its age, but old nonetheless. And it's abandoned... unloved... empty." The protective anger gave way and tears welled in her eyes. She turned away, and fought them back while fumbling for a tissue from her purse. Charley gave her time to collect herself. When she turned back their eyes met for a few moments until he was sure she was under control. He looked around. "I can see what you're saying, but you will eventually see you are wrong. You are loved. It's natural to be depressed a bit after..." "Oh, you don't know the half of it!" She spat out. "While cleaning his crap out of the house, I found letters from at least two earlier affairs! Damn him! His love has been a lie for a long, long, time!" She took a deep breath to get herself under control again. He waited again. "I wasn't thinking of him. He was basically incapable of loving anyone but himself, as I've told you before. I spotted that in him early on. You, on the other hand, are loved by many, including some in the office, even if not romantically. You'll see." He said. "That sounds like friends. Don't get me wrong, I treasure our friendship. Without you, I might not have made it this far." Her voice was soft and quiet now. "Friends love, just as lovers do." He replied simply. She took a couple deep breaths. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dump all that on you. That bit of insight caught me off guard." She looked around. "So I'm an abandoned, old, Victorian house, huh?" She laughed at herself. Charley's hand was still on a doorknob. She shifted back to realtor mode: "That room is one of the two smaller bedrooms, and it shares a bath with the other small bedroom down there." Charley opened the door. This bedroom, and the next, and the bath in between, were all completely empty except for some simple drapes on the wood framed windows. Again, high ceilings, solid wood floors, lots of wood trim, but in need of work, especially the bathroom, which had the plumbing pulled out. Across the hall from the two smaller bedrooms was the master suite. It was much larger, and a lonely looking Queen-size bed, all made up and with a pile of decorator pillows, sat under a large window. Charley went on to the bath, which along with the master bedroom had been renovated and were very nice, again without destroying the original charm of the house and its architecture. Charley noticed Janet was not with him. Charley turned back. Janet was lying on her back on the bed, one leg dangling off, with a foot touching the floor, and one arm pointing at the ornate ceiling. Her suit-jacket was open and he was suddenly very aware of the swell of her breasts under her light cotton blouse, the slight bulge of her belly and the smaller bulge of her pubic bone (or pubic hair) against her skirt, which was stretched tight across her spread legs. A sensation of heat rushed through his brain, and down his spine. "Please, don't DO that." His voice was low, flat, demanding, and sounded strange even to him. He could see her freeze. She lifted her head and looked at him quizzically. "What?" She asked. "Look at the ceiling! All the beautiful scrollwork and ..." "Don't... Please, get up." He interrupted her. "We are alone in this house, and through no fault of your own, you are way too strong a temptation for me, like that. I'm sorry." He sounded very flustered, maybe even a little afraid. He turned away. She lifted herself onto one elbow. "What? Are you kidding me? That's not funny, if so!" "Do I sound like I'm kidding?" There was a flash of defensive anger in his voice and he was almost yelling. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and consciously softened his voice. "I've been attracted to you since I first met you. You were such an awkward but beautiful young woman. Watching you grow into the strong woman you are now, getting to know you better, you are more attractive the longer I know you! What a joke! Here we are, growing old together, working together daily, yet I am, or was, unable to even say anything about how I feel, especially while you were married." He shook his head, and looked back at her. She stared at him. After a moment she patted the bed next to her: "Come, sit down." "I shouldn't." He said simply. She grinned. "I think I can trust you after all these years. Come here." He shuffled over and sat down, wondering if her trust was misplaced. She put her hand on top of his. He took a deep breath, and opened his mouth to speak, but she held up a hand to stop him. "Let me think." She said quietly, looking down. After a few moments, she looked up and asked: "You really want me? Sexually, I mean? Really?" He nodded affirmation. "Since you first met me?" He shrugged and nodded again. She looked back down. "I'll be damned!" She said quietly. "All these years and I never caught a hint!" "I learned very young how to hide such desires. They've gotten me in trouble." He said. She sat quietly for several more moments. When she looked up, there were tears forming in the corner of her eyes. "You are a very dear friend. I would never want to jeopardize that." She squirmed a bit, obviously uncomfortable with her thoughts. She took a deep breath. "However, right now, I could really, really, use a good friend-with-benefits." She held his eyes for another moment letting that sink in, then looked down at their hands, picked up his hand and placed it on her leg at the top of her nylons. After another moment, she shook her head a bit, and moved his hand up to the bare skin above her nylons and under her skirt. His hand burned. Her thigh burned. She looked up at him. "Are you sure you can handle this?" He asked. She shrugged. "How about you? Sex with coworkers can be dicey. When I want to revert to friends without benefits, will our friendship be destroyed?" He could see both fear and anticipation in her eyes. He could also see need. His mind raced through all he knew about what she had been through in the last few months. Could he be her lover, and then stop? He took another deep breath. He couldn't know, but was going to risk it. He wanted this too badly to turn away. He leaned in, tilting his head. Their lips met, gently, tentatively. He brushed his lips against hers, resisting the desire to just press down. A soft moan of desire escaped both of then together. He broke the kiss and answered her question: "This will change things; I can't say how, but I will protect our friendship as well as I can." She stared back into his eyes, and then nodded. She smiled. Even her eyes smiled, for a change. Their decision had been made. She lay back on the bed, her mouth slightly open, her eyes locked on his. He knew he was no longer really in control of himself, and that was the way he wanted it, and probably the way she wanted it. He leaned in, gently pressing his lips to hers again. He felt her tongue brushing his lips, and his tongue immediately responded. The pressure was rising rapidly for both of them. He started moving his hand, down her thigh, back up the inside of her thigh. Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled his mouth hard against hers. He lifted his hand from under her skirt and brushed it lightly across her belly, over her blouse, and up to her bra-protected breasts. She arched her back. He squeezed a breast between thumb and finger, sliding the pinch up till he was pulling on her nipple. She broke the kiss suddenly, taking a deep gulp of air. Her eyes were now filled with lust, with frantic overtones. To his momentary surprise, she rolled away from him to the other side of the bed. She stood, a bit shakily, and grabbed several decorative pillows, dumping them on the floor. Then she grabbed the covers. He caught on, and followed suit. They carefully stripped the covers back, Z-folding them at the foot of the bed. He noted that she was taking care to keep things neat, a practical domesticity in the midst of irrational passion. She then sat on the edge of the bed and started stripping off her suit and blouse. Again, he followed suit. She fumbled with her purse, finally tossing a little pack of Kleenex out onto the mattress. She rolled back to the middle of the bed in only her bra and panties. He left his boxers on, and rolled up against her side. He stopped to study her body. As she had described herself, she was in very good shape for her age. He had a twinge of self-consciousness, thinking about his gut. Apparently, she was a bit self-conscious, too. She snagged the waistband of her plain cotton panties with the tip of her thumb. "Sorry I didn't wear something sexier." She said nervously. He laughed. "Janet, today, our first time, you look extremely sexy, and would if you were wearing old, dirty, burlap. I want you just the way you are. We can play dress-up later, if we want." She seemed genuinely pleased, and rolled against him, arms entangling and entwining them together. Their mouths met in a deep, open, kiss, tongues clashing happily. She wrapped her hands around the back of his head; his hands started wandering over her body, eventually tripping over her bra strap. He released the clasp with a quick pinch, and kept exploring. She slowly rolled back onto her back, pulling him over onto her. His hand pushed up between them and under her loose bra, enfolding and massaging a breast. His other hand and arm, under her, managed to just reach her panties in back, and scratched lightly on the skin just above the rear cleavage. His free hand released her breast and lightly scratched down the side of her ribs and across her belly to catch the elastic of her panties. She lifted her hips, encouraging him to start the panties down her thighs. He obliged, then cupped her pussy and pressed hard. He could feel her wet heat. She broke the kiss with a loud gasp and arched her back. Her eyes were closed and her body stretched taut. He propped himself on one elbow, then lowered his mouth to her closer tit, sucking as much as he could into his mouth while his tongue swirled around her hardening nipple. She gasped again, and pulled his head down against her breast. She rocked her hips against his hand, and he pressed back, then pulled his hand back and slid his middle finger down between her lips, over her clit, and an inch or so into her wetness. "Oh! God! Yes!" She cried out and thrust her hips at him. He was a little surprised at how quickly she was progressing, how little foreplay she seemed to need. He pressed two fingers deep into her without problem and started stroking the inside walls. She cried out again. He broke the suction on her breast and slid his hand back out of her, stopping to slowly massage the area around her clit. She focused on those sensations for a moment and then her eyes flew open. "Take me! I need you to take me now!" She demanded. He had been looking forward to exploring her a bit until she relaxed, but she seemed to have jumped right over that step. He looked down at her belly and the neatly trimmed pubic hair, and she seemed to read his mind. "I promise you another time to explore and play all you want; right now I just need you inside me!" He got up, pulling the bra off her arms as he did. At the end of the bed, he leaned forward and pulled her panties the rest of the way off. She spread her legs for him, giving him an intimate view of her swollen sex. "You're beautiful." He said, staring, mesmerized for a few seconds before remembering to push his boxers down and step out of them. His erection bobbed in front of him in happy anticipation. Janet was now propped up on her elbows to watch, and the way she sucked in her breath made him feel very strong. He lifted her ankles up and onto his shoulders, forcing her to fall back. He started nibbling down the inside of one calf, knee, and thigh. He stopped short of her pussy and went to do the other leg. "No! I need your fucking cock in my cunt! NOW!" She cried out. He looked up at her, grinning with surprise, and moved up between her legs to comply. She suddenly put her hands over her face, mumbling "I can't believe I just said that!" and then laughed happily. He ignored her. "I need to taste you." He said, and then pressed his face into her sex. He rubbed his face back and forth, separating her lips and accessing the inside of her wet, slippery pussy. Her musk engulfed him. He thrust his tongue as deeply into her as he could, enjoying the tangy flow while his hands slid under her buttocks to hold and lift her. He circled the opening with his tongue several times and then circled up and around her clit. After a few figure 8's, he circled in more and more tightly on her clit. In the meantime, she was pumping her hips against his face, and her shoulders were rolling side to side. He focused on her clit, now sucking and very gently nipping, now circling, now rubbing his tongue flat across the hood, all the time watching up her belly to judge her response. He slipped two fingers past her swollen flesh and into her hot depths. He stretched and stroked the walls with special attention to the soft pad of her G-spot. He watched the normal signs of her building orgasm, carefully pushing her ever higher. Suddenly she screamed, and her shoulders twisted to one side as her legs stretched out taught on either side of his head, locking him in place. He could see the convulsions ripple across her belly, and feel them on his fingers. He moved his fingers faster, increasing the stimulation there. She had just started to come down when a G-spot ejaculation hit her and she yelped in surprise. "Omigod! What was that?" Her eyes were wide. "Toss me those Kleenex, and I'll explain later." She did, and he mopped the excess flow off her bottom and his hands while continuing to gently kiss her labia. He tossed the used Kleenex aside, and crawled up the bed, straddling her while pressing her legs back and out. The hunger back in her eyes matched the hunger he felt. He gently bumped the swollen head of his cock against her. "Would you like to do the honors of putting him in his place?" He asked, teasing her. Her hand flew down between them, grasping his shaft in her fingers. She quickly rubbed the head up and down her slit, while he held back. She glared at him. With a grin, he thrust slowly forward and kept pressing. He sank his full length inside her without undue effort. Her back arched, thrusting her hips up to receive him, and her eyes rolled up in her head. In the midst of these intense sensations, he thought about all she had been through, and what she had said about being unloved and empty. He lowered himself onto her, still pressing into her, tucking his lips next to her ear. "I want you." He whispered in her ear. "I've always wanted you. I want to make love to you, all of you, everywhere, all the time. I want to fill you to overflowing." He pulled out to where he could just feel the circumcision ridge at her entry. Her hips tried to follow him, hold him. He thrust again, hard. Reflexively, her arms wrapped tight around his neck and her legs wrapped around his hips, heels pressing into his buttocks. A few more slow withdrawals and hard thrusts and she was on the edge. He started a hard, steady rhythm while continuing to whisper in her ear and he was rewarded as he felt convulsions start around his cock and spread through her body. She was loudly verbal again, but incoherent. This Old House As she came down he slowed his thrusting. He propped himself up on his elbows, and when she opened her eyes he grinned and asked her if she was OK. She grinned back. He held himself deep in her, and told her again how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her. Then, with eyes locked, he started a slow thrusting, changing angles and depth every so many strokes. She moved with him as well as she could, pinned under his weight and not used to his patterns, yet. "In a few minutes, I'm going to come in you, and when I do I will come hard; just a warning." He whispered, giving her a quick charge. "In the meantime, just move with me as you are doing." She nodded, and slowly became lost in the sensations and building orgasm. He had leveled out for the moment, and reveled in the feelings of strength and power that he had not felt in quite a while. He enjoyed the pleasure he was giving his friend as much as the pleasure she was giving him. His pace naturally sped up, albeit slowly, the random pattern of thrusts coming from years of practice and needed no thought. She held his eyes with hers, lost in the feelings of union, sharing, being one. He watched another orgasm overtake her, and knew he would not outlast this one. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back. She pulled him down with her arms, and he shifted his arms and hands under her shoulders. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her nails digging into his back. This orgasm built up more slowly and crested longer, more a high surge than a crashing crest. The tension in her legs and hips forced her legs down to where they were locked behind his knees, a position he preferred for his orgasm anyway. He added a little grinding circle to the end of each thrust and she was forcing herself against him, chasing him each time he tried to withdraw. He felt the spasms around his shaft as he ground into her. He felt her belly convulse against his. He felt his balls tightening, and knew his moment was coming, He gripped her shoulders with his fingers, pulling himself up her body as he thrust, moving his whole body against her as he ground his pelvis, and sliding back as he withdrew. His whole body became part of the thrusting. Her orgasm continued as his built. He tried to hold off. Finally, she started to relax, and he started letting go of the controls. He intensified the strokes and the grinding. He withdrew further for a longer stroke. At about the point where he felt her become aware of him again, he passed the point of inevitability, and released all control. He pounded and pushed with all his strength. She spread her legs wider, giving him deeper access. He felt his seed start to rise, and the small convulsions start at the root of his cock. He synchronized his thrusts to the convulsions. The first full, but dry, contraction hit as he ground into her pussy. Another thrust, and he felt the first load of seed burning through him as he held himself deep. She felt the hot splash deep in her and promptly went over the top again. The next contraction carried an even larger load, and she cried out as she felt his seed invade her. He continued to thrust, grind, and contract, but the loads were now getting smaller, the sensations less intense. His tension collapsed. She lifted her legs to help hold him inside her. He slid his chest to one side so she could breathe. After a couple moments, he lifted his head and looked at her. A light sheen of sweat covered her, and her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing. Her chest showed the orgasmic blush he loved so much. Her eyes were closed; her face was a relaxed mask of bliss. Her arms lay splayed, totally relaxed. He leaned into her and whispered in her ear: "You are the most beautiful woman in creation right now. There are no words for the beauty I see." She smiled, and lazily patted him on the cheek. "You lie beautifully!" He retorted: "What is it with you women? I am speaking the absolute truth. You are beautiful!" She continued smiling and patted him on the cheek again. "And don't ever stop." Their breathing gradually slowed. She patted him on the hip. He lifted on one elbow. "So, how do you like the benefits so far?" She laughed. "Damn, that was the best fuck in ... sorry, best benefits in many years. I can't believe what's coming out of my mouth!" She lifted her head to look at him. "What's that all about?" He shrugged. "Well," she continued, patting his hip again, "playtime's over. We need to get going." He rolled off, making faces of terrible sadness. She laughed again, then grabbed the Kleenex and headed for the bathroom holding a wad to her pussy to catch drips. He heard water running briefly. "We're not going to get a shower here!" she called out and then reemerged. He already had his boxers and slacks on. "I'll drop you at your car and then we can both go home for a shower." He suggested. "Works for me." She replied, then "Help me." She was pulling the sheets back and smoothing them, moving gracefully. He paid more attention to her nudity than the bed. They pulled the covers up. She stood there looking at the bed, hands on hips, then directed him to fold the covers down on his side. "Much more inviting!" She said brightly. She turned to find her clothes, and he retrieved her bra and panties and tossed them to her. He was finishing buttoning his shirt when they heard a distant "Hello?" from below. They locked eyes briefly, a look of panic on her face. He moved to the door and called back "Hi, we're upstairs, just previewing. We'll be done in a couple of minutes." "No problem. I'm showing a client." The voice below called back. He slipped into his loafers, and put on his jacket. She was sitting on the bed again, getting dressed quickly. He opened a window to freshen the room, and then guarded the door. She was ready faster than he expected, arranging the pillows back on the bed. She picked up his printed papers, and a few used Kleenex on the floor. Both of them took one last look around, and at each other. They'd pass. He closed the window, hoping it had helped, and they headed for the stairs. As they got to the bottom, the Realtor and her client were already headed out. The Realtor stopped briefly. "Not his style, I guess." "Too bad," Janet replied, "it has a very nice master suite." Charley had to turn away, unable to keep a straight face. The Realtor waved and followed her client out the door and Charley fell back against the wall. "I'm too old for shocks like that!" Janet laughed with him and gently punched him in the ribs. "Just like High School! So, how do YOU like the benefits so far? You're not that old if you can make love like that. Wow! I mean it." Charley grabbed her arm and pulled her into a hard kiss. She was breathing deeply when he let her go. "I think I'm getting younger every time I kiss you!" He replied. Walking back to his car, he asked about dinner that night. She laughed happily at the thought, but had to decline because of work plans. They set a date for three days hence as the first evening both were free. She asserted that they would bed down at her place; she liked having her things around her, and if he bought dinner, she would provide breakfast. He was visualizing where he intended to eat dessert. She stopped at the sidewalk and looked back at the house. "You know, all of a sudden, both this old broad and this old house don't feel so old and abandoned any more." Driving back, he suggested that they take a few days together at a B&B he knew. Being Realtors, they picked three days mid-week and about three weeks later. They would both have to double-check their calendars. After dropping her off, replaying the afternoon, he again remembered that she had seemed to rush sex. Maybe it was just being in that empty home where they really didn't belong, or just that it was an 'ice-breaker,' but if he needed to, he would enjoy teaching her how to slow down. ***** If you enjoyed this enough to make it all the way through, please vote and comment. The feedback helps. If you all like this couple, I could provide further adventures beyond this 'ice-breaker' story. This Old House "Fuck," Alisa finally said, "I feel like a right slag. I can still feel you todger half way to my throat. You didn't cum yet did you?" I squirmed a little to settle my balls between her legs. There was suddenly an inhale and shake. "Quit that now Thomas, You got me all tired out. I can't come anymore. I damn near lost it with the last one. That was okay." "Okay?" I replied. "I thought I'd cured you of all that English trash talk? Besides you'll have to just pass out. I'm planning on cumming." "Gods that would definitely put me over the top again. I can still feel your cock pressing against my cervix. You spoodge there and I could get pregnant. Would like to get me up the duff?" Duff? Pregnant? Would I like to get her pregnant? She was on the pill but even that wasn't a hundred percent. What little bit of my erection was lost was quickly recovered. The thought of her flat stomach becoming stretched and round carrying my child was intoxicating. Even without moving I could feel myself twitching inside of her. I smiled back at the glowing face. Ever so slowly a started to pull back. It probably took all of two seconds for her to realize I was going to pull out. Her legs wrapped themselves around my waist and pressed. I couldn't move. "You pull out now Thomas and I'll have your bullocks in a pudding tomorrow." I leaned over on an elbow and smiled at her. "I always knew English education was defective. For two people to have sex there has to be a little of the old...how do you say? Oh yah, a little of the old in and out." My wife's legs flopped back to the bed. I continued to pull back enjoying the looks on her face. "Besides if it was okay, why did you keep screaming about cumming and yelling Tommy?" "I did not call you Tommy! I hate that horrid name, you know that. Reminds me of a boy I knew when I was six. He was a terrible bully. Before she could go on I had reached the very top. Only the head of my cock was in. Just as she was ready to say something, I pushed with everything I had. All that escaped her lips was a moan. Jesus, give a...girl some warning... OH GODS I'M GOING TO CUM AGAIN! CUM WITH ME TOMMY... GIVE IT ALL TO ME... GO AHEAD... AND GET ME PREGGERS! OH, THIS IS SOOO GOOD. Alias's favorite position was what I was doing. Grab her butt and lift her up and just rabbit fuck her. Nothing fancy, just hot and fast; faster the better. I was moving as fast I could. Driving my cock to the bottom and pulling out. She had loosened up some but the friction was still beyond any control I might have had. It felt I was pulling her inside out. "I'm about ready, YOU BETTER HURRY!" I pistoned in and out of her as fast as I could and was rewarded by that wonderful feeling of numbness between my legs. Then there was a warmth as I could feel myself ready to cum. Alisa felt it to. "Smart ass, I've been... OH GODS NOT AGAIN! OH! SHIT!" What ever she was going to say was blotted out by her last scream and the old coils of the bed. I closed my eyes as I started to shoot blasts of cum into her. I hadn't even noticed that her screaming and shaking quit. As the last of my cum found its new home I looked down. True to her word Alisa had passed out. Slowly I pulled out my half hard prick out of her. All there was a slight moan. I laid down next to her and pulled her head to my shoulder. That was the last thing I remember. XxXxXxX "Thomas, wake up." "Huh?" "Thomas, wake up," I heard Alisa's voice through the fog in my head. "I'm hungry." My mouth felt like I'd been eating sand all night. "What? No hello lover? Thank you for the best fuck of my entire life? Just, your hungry?" Suddenly I felt hungry too. How late was it? "What time is it?" "Its half past eight and hello lover. I could almost feel the smile as she spoke. "Thank you for the best fuck and multiple orgasms of my entire life. And I am so hungry I'd even eat soul food. Is there anything open past dark here?" Her hand was on my cock, stroking it so carefully. "One or two. Fancy a steak?" For those who have been together for a while, you know the look. Its the one were she thought of something clever or dirty to say. "I've already had my meat for the day. But I could do maybe one more." "Good enough for me. You said Mrs. Fredrick was going to be gone till ten?" "Yes, stud muffin, sir." I love a woman who knows her place. "I'm not sure about her granddaughter, though." "Granddaughter?" I was getting one of those feelings. "Huh-hum. You know her. She sure knows you. Is she your secret lover?" The smile on her face was a little forced. She was hoping what she was saying wasn't true. "We talked for a while, she even knew my name. She's really pretty in that flowered dress. Anyway Mary said she'd stop by later." I took a deep breath. "Her name is MaryEllen and she's not her granddaughter. She's her daughter. She does tend to show up at her convenience." "You got to be shitting me. Mrs. Fredrick couldn't have a child in her 60's. Come clean Thomas." I could tell she was hurt. The joy and passion she felt was resolving into anger. "Don't get mad at Tommy. It's not his fault. Its mine." The voice was like sweet molasses. Alisa broke the stare and switched to MaryEllen, who was standing in our bedroom. Still the sweet young, brown haired girl, in the print dress. The gold necklace rose and fell with her breath. "THOMAS WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING HERE?" Alisa was scrambling to get the quilt over her naked body. The result was far from successful. "Shhh, Alisa, its all right." "What do you mean its all right? A teenager is standing in our bedroom." Suddenly it hit her. "Have you been watching us have sex?" If a ghost could blush Maryellen would have. "Yes." I looked at MaryEllen as she looked every wher but at us. "And what else?" I knew Alisas orgasms were way out of the ordinary. Now I knew why. "When I touched Tommy, before, I felt how much he loved you. I wanted my first time to be that way. I'm sorry, but I wanted to know." "MaryEllen, let Alisa touch you," I said. It was a request but she moved toward the bed. "No Thomas, I can't. I won't let her do that." The panic in her voice was growing. "I don't want anything to do with you games, Thomas. MAKE HER GO AWAY! CLEAR OFF BITCH!" MaryEllen barely touched my wife and a strange calm enveloped her. A gentle smile was on Alisa lips. Slowly she was transformed as wave after wave of emotions struck her. The covers fell away from her as she sat up in bed. Alisa's breathing became deeper and faster. Her slim fingers grabbed her own breasts. Pinching and squeezing her nipples brought a moan from her lips. One of her hands reached out to grab the arm of MaryEllen and it passed through her. As it did MaryEllen closed her eyes. Her form slowly desolved only to reappear as clear as before. A smiled was now on her lips and her hands reached for her own breasts. Her fingers cupping and squeezing her globes through her dress. Alisa fell back on the bed her legs swung wide open. She was in a world of her own. I didn't exist. Her fingers were probing her cunt. My wife stuck one, two, then three fingers into herself. The palm of her hand was pressing hard against her clit. She was in the very beginnings of an orgasm. The question I had was it hers or MaryEllen. MaryEllen stood there at the side of the bed eyes close, a hand at her breasts. The quick breaths showed that she was as turned on as Alisa was. "Oh my gods! I can feel it. Yes it's so close. It's so bloody good. Thomas come here and fuck me. I need your cock in me. Finish me off." Alisa was laying on the side with her feet up on the edge. I walked to the side between her legs. My eyes were on my wife finger fucking herself. As I settled in I had forgotten MaryEllen was there and brushed through her. Again I felt her warmth as it passed through me and I felt what they felt. In an instant I felt all the love Alisa had for me. I saw in my minds eye every time we made love or just rutted and screwed like farm animals. Visions of the make up sex after she had her only affair and the argument that almost killed our newborn love. I could feel the passion within me as my cock got harder and harder. It wasn't going to be a gentle fuck. I wasn't going to be considerate of my partner. Suddenly I was going to drive hard into her and cum as fast and hard as I could. I knew that's what she wanted. I gripped her under her arse (as Alisa called it). She felt me getting ready and grabbed my hard cock. "Fuck me with it Thomas. Jam it in, I need your cum." Alisa's breath was were short gasps. I could almost sense the images floating around in her brain. They were the same as mine but from her view. I could feel her passion as she tasted me, the uncertainty that first time we made love in my old house in Orlando. The anxiety she felt when we made our only trip to Birmingham to meet her parents. The absolute nastiness as I fucked her on her childhood bed in that Hockley row house. Then she had to hold my cum inside of her while talking to her mum. All the while her father had the bathroom busy. She positioned the head at the entrance to her cunt. She pushed it up and down her slit to wet the head. Then she pulled me in place. I felt the head slip in. That was my cue. Still holding her butt I pushed and drove all the way in. She gasped as the suddenness of it drove her breath out. I felt the warmth of her pussy surround me. She wasn't as tight as before but I could feel her muscles tightening and loosening as I pulled back out. As quick as I pulled backed I pushed deep inside again. Alisa gave a shutter as her first orgasm carried her away. "I can't take any more Thomas." Alisa moaned. "I need your cock snot in me, hurry love." The crown of my cock was super sensitive after the first time we had sex. Now with all the juice from her orgasm I felt the familiar pressure build again. "Here it comes," I replied after catching my breath. "I can't hold it back...Oh shit here it cums!" "YES, do me good," cried Alisa. As I painted her insides with my second large load of the night. After catching our breaths we scooted back onto the bed. Our arms and legs were tangled together. I slowly stroked my wifes' thigh as I started drifting. Suddenly I started to chuckle to myself. Alisa pulled herself away and looked at me. "What's so damn funny?" "I know what she needs," I replied. "Who's she?" "MaryEllen. I know what she needs." I probably sounded more confident than I was." "She needs a good poking in every virgin hole she has." The certainty of Alisa's statement threw me. MaryEllens been dead for forty-seven years, dearest. But you're close. She needs a boyfriend. XxXxXxX The three of us shared our memories that night. I knew what MaryEllen knew. I knew why she hadn't gone to heaven. Even though MaryEllen was eighteen her night driving wasn't the best, especially in Timmy's DeSoto. She insisted on driving home and like a good boyfriend he said okay. If he had been behind the wheel they might have gotten married like they had planned. Some people believe that God has a plan for everyone. He knows how long we have to live. MaryEllen shortened His plan for her by insisting on driving that night in 1957. So she waited, alone. Alisa had the same memories I had and knew what we had to do. It took several weeks to convince Evelyn Then it took several more to finally meet Timmy Bridgers in the flesh. So here we were sitting on Evelyns back porch waiting. The sun was sloping under the roof. Timmy, wondering if he should call the police now or wait ten minutes more. His mother was just relieved to have him out of his self-imposed exile. Of course Evelyn was there and even Vern. He kept on snorting about what kind of bullshit this was. That is until his mother told him to hush and sit down. We probably were there for about an hour when she came walking up past the barns. A young girl, cute as a button. Her brown hair bouncing off her neck with every step she took. Her breasts bouncing right along with the gold chain around her neck. But it was the dress you saw first. It was brighter than I could ever remember. The floral print of reds, yellows and oranges almost seemed to glow by themselves. With every confident step she drew closer. Her eyes stayed on Alisa and I. "MaryEllen," Evelyn whispered. Maryellen turned her head toward her mother. "Hi, mama. Sorry I'm late, but I really tried to get home as soon as possible. Don't be mad." The tears in Evelyn eyes told the story. "I could never be mad at you darlin'." MaryEllen turned toward her brother. "Vern, you haven't changed a bit. Getting ready for high school?" "I'm married with a grandbaby of my own, MaryEllen." Vern was taking it rather well I thought. Well except for the white skin as all the blood sank to his feet. I thought he was going to faint. "You still look like your seven to me, Vern." MaryEllen looked to her left and saw Timmy. "Oh Timmy, I've been looking all over for you. Tommy said you were home but I couldn't get there." The tears were flowing from every eye as MaryEllen came to her boyfriend. The one she was suppose to marry forty seven years ago. "I'm terribly sorry MaryEllen." You didn't have to be mind reader to see Timmy Bridger's heart was in pieces. "I shouldn't have let you drive. I saw the truck but it was too late. It should have been me. "No, Timmy, I was a damn fool to ask you to let me drive. I wanted to show off. If you drove no one would have died." Maryellen looked at everyone who was gathered and smiled. MaryEllen looked back at Alisa and I. "You know what I have to do. I left you a couple of gifts, I hope you like it." Slowly the wonderful eighteen-year-old walked to her boyfriend. I know she saw the twenty year old Timmy Not the one that we saw. Her face was one of complete joy. As soon as they touched Timmy's face matched hers. Slowly she walked into him and sat on his lap. Her head rested on his shoulder and her arms tried to wrap around him. "I'm not leaving you ever again." MaryEllen whispered. Slowly Maryellen disappeared in her boyfriends' arms. XxXxXxX We sat on the porch in stunned silence. As the sun went down, one by one, everyone started to leave. Soon it was just Timmy, Alisa and I. "You know, MaryEllen was a virgin when she died." I guess he was talking to us, but we couldn't answer. I played with her breasts some and she use to moan a lot but nothing else." He was looking somewhere past the barns and smiling. "She says I better get healthy if I'm going to survive what she has planned. MaryEllen also wants to thank you for the ideas you gave her." Alisa and I just smiled. "You know," I said, "if she can do half of what she's got planned you'll be very happy or very dead." "But what away to go, huh?" Alisa finished my thought. Timmy laughed for the first time." That's exactly what she said. "Two virgin senior citizens imagine that." MaryEllen always liked going to Bethel Baptist Church, I think I'll go Sunday. Are you up for it?" "If she takes it easy on you, you'll be there. She tends to get a little wild." "See You Sunday." With that Timmy and MaryEllen wheeled out of our life; sort of. We saw Timmy the next Sunday and the next. For the next eight years we saw him in fact. Timmy decided to take a cruise to the Caribbean one year. He said it was their 'Honeymoon'. He told us all about it but that's another story. And one of the gift MaryEllen left us? Right after that night my sweet English wife informed me that she had bought a half dozen long silk scarves. And as Gomer Pyle once said, "SURPRISE! SURPRISE!" They looked very nice tied on the four poster bed. As I was tying her down one night I saw a special light in her eyes. "Thomas?" "Yes Alisa?" "Tie me face down. With lots of pillow, dearest." As I was retying her she looked up at me. Her whole face was glowing. "Would you stick that bloody post in my bum, please? I want you up my arse. Think you can manage?" There was a slight change in her expression. "It's going to be very very tight, Tommy," Alisa said with the best southern accent I'd ever heard. "We have all night, loves." I smiled.