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What's in a Name?

By: joan658



To my readers:

Some of my past stories have generated occasional comments from a few readers who feel compelled to bring to my attention the fact that I cannot spell worth a damn. To those compulsive few, I just want to point out here, that after nearly fifty years of writing, I have long been painfully aware of my inability to spell, and to effectively proof read my writing. I say this only to save such readers time and effort, as telling me what I already know, is pointless. It's not that I don't like comments -- I love them. But doesn't it make more since to say whether you liked my story, or hated it, and perhaps elucidate how it made you feel? 

My only purpose contributing here is to hopefully give others some enjoyment, and maybe a little excitement; the same as I get reading other's contributions. So, I hope you enjoy this effort, in spite of the typos you are sure to find. I re-read all my stories 6-8 times before submitting, but hey ... no one's perfect! LOL

Enjoy ...

Joan

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As soon as he put his head on the pillow and closed his eyes, it happened.

Brittany. 

He pondered the name as he lay in bed ready for sleep. He saw in his mind's eye a cute young woman, blond, not tall -- rather short, in fact. With an up turned nose set on a round face, crystal clear blue eyes and full sensuous lips; that was the face he saw in his head. Her body appeared to him as slim and athletic, but her breasts seemed large for her slight frame; in his mind she was quite naked. Her hands were delicate with nails painted a pale rose. He knew somehow that she was coquettish.

Ah, to meet such a girl, he sighed mentally. 

Where the name came from, he didn't know. It just popped into his head as he was about to fall asleep. It was odd, though, the clarity with which he saw the girl in his head; as if he knew her, had actually seen her. Then, he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning he got up and began his day; just another very typical day in a long succession of typical days. Nothing ever happened to him. Why? Because he was just an ordinary guy.

He went to the office, as usual. He was a programmer; he supported old code in obsolete languages, like COBOL. At lunch time, he had to remember to go to the bank and deposit a check. He figured he'd grab a sandwich after the bank and probably take it back to the office and eat at his desk. He did that a lot.

At the bank, there wasn't much of a line; it was unusually quiet. He grabbed a deposit slip and started filling it out as he stood in line; there was only one person ahead of him. 

"Next customer in line, please." He heard the bank teller say.

He wrote in the amount of the check and the check number on the slip; then wrote in the date and his name. He drew a blank on the account number. He always did that. He was retrieving his check book from his coat pocket when he heard the teller again.

"Next in line, please."

He stepped up and set his check book on the counter and hurriedly wrote in the number.

"Take your time, sir, we're really slow today." She said as he finished filling in the form.

When he looked up, he almost had a heart attack.

"Oh my god! Brittany!" He said, stunned. He spoke her name before he saw the name tag pinned to her blouse above her full breast.

"Yep, that's my name. Nothing to get all excited about, ah, Mr. Bowers." She said, checking the deposit slip for his name; but also, giving him an odd look.

"I, ah, I'm sorry. It's just that I ... I know I've seen you before. Have we met someplace?" He said, still nonplussed by the spitting image of the girl he'd seen in his mind the previous night as he'd fallen asleep.

"Oh, Mr. Bowers, nice try. That's a very old line; but, ya know, it still makes a girl all tingly inside to hear it." She said and gave him a coy smile.

"Oh no, please, that's not it at all. I wasn't coming on to you. I really do think we've met before; I recognized you the second I looked up from finishing the deposit slip." He tried to explain.

"I don't know how that's possible. Today's my first day at this branch. I came from the Forrest Hills office. Perhaps you saw me there sometime." She said. "Will there be anything else Mr. Bowers?"

"I've never been in the Forrest Hills branch. I've never even been in Forrest Hills." He said.

"Oh my, that is odd." She said. "Sir, Margaret can take care of you, just go on over to her window." Brittany said as she looked around Mr. Bowers to someone waiting in line behind him.

"Look, I'm really sorry to be tying you up. You've got work to do and I should be going." He said.

"No, no, that's OK. Like I said, it's really dead in here today." She reassured him. "You know, I really believe in fate, and predestination, and well, supernatural things. Maybe you're supposed to meet me and that's why you think you know me." 

"Really?" He said. He did not believe in such mumbo jumbo. "I never thought of that."

"Yeah, listen, I get off for lunch in five minutes. Would you like to meet me across the street at the sandwich shop? We could talk and see if we can figure out what this is all about. That is, if you'd like to." She said.

He was astounded. All of a sudden, he had a lunch date.

"Yes, yes, I'd like that; sandwich shop across the street, then. I'll go on ahead, would you like me to order you something? Save some time."

"Sure, a club sandwich, no fries, and a diet coke." She said.

"OK, see you in a few." He said and went across the street and ordered two sandwiches.

After he ordered, he found a table and waited for his ticket number to be called. Brittany came in a few minutes later and he waved to her.

"There you are." She said as she came over to the table and sat down opposite him.

"So tell me, how do you think you know me?" She asked as they waited for their food.

He told her about her name popping into his head the night before, followed immediately by a mental picture of her; accurate in the slightest detail -- he left out the part about her appearing naked to him. So that, he told her, was how he'd recognized her at the bank. While he told his story, their ticket was called and they went up to the counter to collect their food; and then they returned to their table.

"Oh my god, that's so weird." She said between bites of her sandwich after he finished telling his story.

"Yeah, that's what I thought when I saw you at the bank just awhile ago."

"Maybe you saw me somewhere else and just don't remember, you know, it was in your subconscious." She suggested.

"I knew your name before I noticed your name tag." He said. "How do you explain that?" 

"I don't know." She said.

"Neither do I." He agreed with her.

They talked some more and she told him how she believed in ghosts and other psychic phenomenon. When she finished her drink she looked at her watch.

"Oh, hey, I gotta go. I only get a half an hour. Look, I really want to talk some more about this, don't you?" She asked.

"Oh yeah, sure." He didn't care so much for talking about psychic stuff as he did about just talking to Brittany. She was beautiful and he was really taken with her, so any excuse to see her again was fine with him.

"Look, I get off work at four. Maybe we could meet after you get off work. We could have dinner and talk some more; unless you have other plans, Mr. Bowers." She said.

"Phil." 

"Huh?" 

"My first name, it's Phil. And, yes, I'd like that. But, I don't get off till five." Phil told her.

"That's OK. I've got some shopping I want to do anyway. How about we meet at the Italian restaurant down the street? You know, the one across the street from that big discount clothing store, TJMaxx. That's where I'm going to shop." She said.

"Oh yeah, I've been there; good food." He said.

"Great Phil, then I'll meet you there a bit after five." She said as she stood and gathered up her purse.

"After five." He repeated.

"See you later." And she hurried out of the sandwich shop and went back to the bank.

Phil waved at her back when she went out the door, but he doubted she saw it. He cleaned up the table -- it was that sort of place where they have bins that say "thank you" in bold letters and they expect you to dump all your trash in the bins.

The rest of the afternoon at work was a total waste of time. He'd have gotten more accomplished if he'd have just told his boss he was going home sick. He couldn't keep his mind on his work. His thoughts just kept returning to Brittany. He was filled with a mixture of bewilderment and excitement. She was so vivacious and yes, he had to admit, she had such a great body; he really wanted to get to know her better.

But, on the other hand, he couldn't get over the way in which he'd met her. How could that have happened, he kept asking himself? He racked his brains for some logical explanation. He thought her suggestion that he might have seen her somewhere, and heard her name, but didn't remember, might possibly be what had happened; that was the best he could come up with. But, she was so utterly beautiful that he couldn't image having seen her somewhere and not remembering her.

Before he knew it, it was five o'clock. He signed off his computer, grabbed his briefcase and sports coat and rushed out of the office to the parking garage under the building. It took just a few minutes for him to pull up in his car near the restaurant; there was even a parking space on the street just a few doors down from the eatery.

He hurried into the restaurant and the hostess asked him "how many?" -- like she couldn't see he was by himself.

"Uh, I'm meeting someone. Let me look around - if she's not here yet I'll come back and get a table." Phil told the girl; she looked to be of high school age.

Phil headed into the dining area and looked around. He'd always had a problem picking out people in a crowded room; even people he knew really well. He'd always thought he had some sort of brain deficiency. So, he was afraid he was going to look right at Brittany and not see her, and piss her off. He did that once in high school; walked right past his girlfriend in a crowded corridor during class change and didn't see her, and therefore, didn't speak to her. She'd dumped him later that same day. Funny, he thought, but I don't even remember her name.

As he scanned the room, Brittany stood up from a booth across the room and waved at him. He thanked the gods for small favors as he walked across the room to her.

"Hi Brittany." Phil said as he approached.

"Hi Phil." She said, and then she shocked the hell out of him. She stood on her tip toes and kissed him. Not on the cheek like a friend, but on the lips, like a girlfriend would do. Not a long kiss; just a girlfriend length 'hello' kiss. She must have noticed the startled look on his face.

"Oh, Phil, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that." She apologized. "It's just that I got here early and I'm almost finished with my second glass of wine ... I think I'm a little tipsy."

"No, no, honest, I kind of liked it. In fact, I really really liked it." He confessed.

Brittany slid into the booth where she'd been waiting and there was an almost empty glass of wine sitting on the table. He started to sit on the other side of the booth when Brittany grabbed his arm and she pulled him down to sit next her.

"There, that way we can talk better." She said, slightly slurring her words.

"In fact, I liked it so much that I want to do it again." Phil said, being bold; which was definitely not part of his character, usually.

"What?" She seemed confused.

"Ah, the kiss." He said, thinking he'd definitely blown it.

"Oh ... sure." And she put her hands on each side of his face and pulled his head toward her lips.

When their lips connected he closed his eyes and felt the warm familiarity of her lips on his. He put his arms around her and drew her to him and caressed her lovely body as they kissed. The kiss was tender, yet he felt an undercurrent of eagerness and need in her; or perhaps, he just wanted to feel that. But more than anything, he knew deep in his bones that it was not the first time they had kissed like that.

"Uh hum." The waitress cleared her throat to make her presence known. "Would you like to order something to drink, sir?"

"Oh, uh, yes, please. A beer would be fine; whatever you have on draft." Phil said after he and Brittany separated and tried to regain some modicum of decorum.

The girl raddled off a long list of European sounding beer labels, most of which he'd never heard of.

"Tell you what, forget the draft. An MGD in a bottle would be great; oh, and another glass of wine for her, too."

"Sure." And waitress left.

"I don't know what got into me. I've never done that with a stranger before." She said, sounding troubled and confused. "But, I have to say it felt so, so natural, like we'd kissed before; a lot. It's so weird 'cause I just met you."

"Me too. I had that same feeling. Like we've been going together for a really long time and kissing like that was what we always do ... because ..." And he stopped mid-sentence realizing what he was about to say.

"Because?"

"Nothing." he couldn't bring to tell her for fear she'd run away.

"Tell me!" She demanded.

"Alright, just, please, don't be mad. It's just what suddenly flashed into my skull for some weird reason, but, I was about to say it's because we're lovers." Phil admitted.

"Oh my god!"

"Damn, I knew you'd be mad."

"No, I'm not, its just ... that's what I was thinking, too. Oh, that's so weird! But, we both know we're not -- we just met, for heaven's sake." She confided.

"Oh wow."

The girl returned with their drinks and set them on the table.

"Are you ready to order?" 

They looked at each other, didn't speak, and then simultaneously they each said, "not right now, give us a few more minutes." As the girl walked away, they broke into hilarious laughter.

They each took a drink. He drained half his beer and he watched as Brittany downed half of her glass of wine. They were both keyed up. Was it from the sudden attraction? From some bizarre psychic happening; he didn't think so. But just what it was, he had no idea; but he thought Brittany felt it, too.

"Phil?"

"Yes?"

"I know I said I wanted to have dinner and talk, but, I ... I don't want to do that now."

Dread ripped through him, he thought she was about to tell him good-bye and he couldn't bear the thought of it; didn't know how he'd get on without her. Then he wondered to himself where that horrible feeling came from for a girl he'd just met.

"I want to go home." She said.

"Well, if that's want you want, I guess ..."

"I want you to come with me and make love to me. Please, Phil, I want you so much, I need you so desperately." She pleaded.

"God yes, I want you, too." Phil agreed. She hugged him and they kissed again.

"Let's get out of here." She said.

He left enough cash on the table to cover the drinks, plus a really good tip.

When they got outside, the 'my place or yours' question came up.

"I have a condo about five minutes from here." She said, so he followed her in his car. He was a little worried she'd had too much to drink, but they made it to her condo complex without incident.

They went up the outside stairway to her second floor condo. As soon as they walked in the door Phil knew he'd been there before. It wasn't just a sense of déjà vu, either, he knew where she kept her spare paper towels and toilet paper, where she kept her iron and ironing board. He knew exactly which cupboard the wine glasses were in without looking, or asking her. Before Phil had a chance to voice this strange unexplained acquisition of knowledge that he had no business possessing, she pulled him to her bedroom and she started tearing at his clothes.

"Oh Phil, I've missed you so much." She said as she frantically unbuttoned his shirt. Neither of them caught the implications of her words; they were both too eager to touch and caress and to love the other one, to have given it any thought.

Phil felt a similar crazy feeling of need to be with Brittany, to feel the warmth of her naked embrace. He fumbled with the buttons of her blouse as she finished his shirt and pulled it off him. He peeled her blouse off her and revealed a delicate white lace bra underneath, while she clawed at his pants; undoing the belt and unzipping them with her trembling fingers. As she knelt to pull his pants and underwear down to the floor, he unhooked her bra and exposed her perfectly formed breasts. They were exactly as he remembered, which was truly insane; he knew he'd never actually ever seen them before. 

Before he knew what was happening, she had his erection in her mouth. She removed it briefly.

"So good ... so good." She said, and sucked him in again.

He bent over her back while she sucked him and found the zipper to her skirt and pulled it down. Under the skirt she wore white lace panties that were obviously a matching set with the bra. He pulled Brittany to her feet so he could remove the last barrier to their mutual bliss. Phil knelt before her, as she had just done with him and pulled the skirt down her perfectly proportioned legs. Besides the lace panties, she also wore thigh high stockings with lace tops. He knew, somehow, that Brittany loved lace; she thought it extremely sexy. He did, too.

When Phil pulled her panties down and leaned in and nuzzled the little narrow strip of closely cropped hair above her mound, she shuddered. He reached around her and grasped the soft flesh of her cheeks; pulling her hips to him while sliding his tongue down to the top of the crease of her sex. Bizarrely, he knew exactly what she liked most, exactly how to extract the most pleasure for her; just how he knew all this was a complete mystery. At the time, Phil could have cared less about such puzzles and he gave it no consideration as he flicked his tongue wildly over her swollen nub and heard her scream her delight.

"Phil, baby, that feels so good, but ... but I need you, honey! I need you inside me right now!" She pleaded. He knew exactly what she meant.

Phil arose and they both moved over to her bed. She sat on the edge and he pushed her gently back as she opened her legs to welcome him. Without further foreplay, Phil knelt on the edge of the bed and placed his erection on the folds of her womanhood. She reached down between her legs and forced his warm hard penis between the velvety lips of her sex and arched her hips up to rub his penis against her clitoris. Her hips gyrated to intensify her joy, but only briefly.

"Now baby, take me now!" She demanded as she moved his stiff penis to her opening and thrust her hips up toward him. 

Suddenly, Phil was inside her; exactly where he felt he belonged, where she frantically wanted him, where she needed him. She was as tight as he remembered. 

"Oh god, this is crazy. Totally insane ... can't be." He mumbled and pressed home; sinking deep inside her love.

He lay atop her petite frame and her arms enfolded him, her lips devoured his, her sweet whispered words confirming her longing for Phil; her love for him. Her hips thrust up to meet his as he continued plunging so deeply inside her. 

"Oh Phil, oh yes, please don't let it end, oh, oh ... yeeeeeeees!" She cried out as she shuddered; taken away by the intensity of her bliss.

It wasn't long before he felt his own wave building. When it crashed over him and his semen surged into Brittany; his whole body tensed. Phil squeezed his eyes shut tight and thrust one last time; feeling wave after wave of his seed filling her.

As his tension receded, like the ocean from the shore, he opened his eyes and saw his sweet love with tears streaming down her cheeks.


What's in a Name?



"I don't want to lose you again." She said with a trembling voice.

"You won't, you won't." Phil whispered reassuring words to her; yet something nagged at him. Some dilemma lurked - buried anew, deep in some mysterious recess of his mind. 

They made love again. Phil was on his back and he pulled Brittany up and over his hips -- he was still very hard -- and he urged her to impale herself on him. Phil knew she loved being on top; loved being in control of her pleasure. She liked to tease him by slowly rocking her hips on him while he relished the intimacy of being a part of her. The warm folds inside her body caressed Phil; while the intensity of her joy gave him happiness. She climaxed once more as he massaged her clitoris. It became a little game for him to see how long he could prolong her orgasm; she begged him to stop, but he did not. Not until she was sated and forced Phil's fingers away from her abused nub.

"Phil. I want you to fuck me really really hard. Please Phil ... fuck me Phil, please fuck me!" She whispered in his ear with urgency after she'd collapsed from her orgasm on top of him.

Whenever she talked dirty like that, it made Phil wild; he kind of thought she knew that. Wrapping his arms around her back and holding on tight he began to piston his hips up into her body in a frenzy. She screamed in his ear, no doubt causing enough damage to result in premature hearing loss someday in the future. Phil did not relent until he felt his tension build again and his hot seed once again began filling her. She'd kept talking dirty to him the whole time and she, too, had another orgasm before Phil finally came inside her.

After awhile, she rolled over and lay beside him and caressed his face. She just stared at Phil; she gave him tender kisses and stared more.

"Honey."

"Yes?"

"Don't ever leave me again." She begged.

"I won't." He promised. "But, I do have to go back to my apartment tonight and get some sleep and go to work tomorrow. I'd stay here, but all my clothes are in my apartment."

"I know. Saturday, we'll move all your things in here again. OK?" She said.

"For sure." He told her and kissed her good night.

"I'll call you first thing in the morning, my love." Phil said.

"Here, let me write down my cell phone number. I don't think you have it, do you?"

"No, you're right, I don't think I do." Which struck him as odd; why would he not have her number?

She handed Phil a slip of paper as he got dressed. He put it in his wallet where he knew it wouldn't be lost. Phil knelt on the bed and kissed her goodnight one last time.

"I'll call in the morning and we can have lunch again ... and dinner." He promised.

"Yes. I can't wait to see you again, sweetheart." She said, and Phil reluctantly went home to his apartment.

He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. He was exhausted; exhausted by sex, and happily drained by his love for Brittany. Tomorrow is a new day, he thought as he drifted off.

Phil awoke somewhat later than usual and knew he'd have to hurry or he'd be late for work. Not that it mattered; the office observed 'flex time' and they didn't care so much what time anyone came in as long as everyone got their work done and met deadlines.

He called Brittany before he even got out of bed.

"I'm sorry, the number you have reached is no longer in service. Please check your ..." Phil heard the mechanical voice through the ear piece of his cell.

"That doesn't make any sense; must have mis-dialed." He said aloud.

He dialed it again and got the same message. Phil looked at the slip of paper. She'd written the number and underneath she'd written "I" then drawn a heart followed by "U" which made him smile; that was so like her, he thought. But, that didn't solve the problem. Since it was a cell phone number, Phil knew he couldn't call directory assistance. He also knew she didn't have a land line. How did I know that, he thought?

Phil was so upset. He'd promised he would call first thing and he couldn't. His only alternative was to get to the bank as soon as it opened at nine. He called his boss and said something had come up and he needed to take a 'personal day' off. There weren't any crucial deadlines looming, so his boss was fine with that.

He got dressed and stopped at a bagel shop, biding his time until nine o'clock. Phil was standing at the door of the bank when the guard unlocked it. He rushed in and noticed the guard giving him a funny look.

"Just trying to find someone who works here." Phil assured him, lest the guard thought him an early bird bank robber.

"No problem, buddy."

Phil walked in and looked at all the teller windows. Most were closed and the few that were open were staffed with other people, not Brittany. He went over to a reception desk in front of the offices of the manager and the loan officers; he spoke to the lady sitting there.

"Hi, sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for one of your employees. She waited on me yesterday when I made a deposit. Turned out I knew her and, well it's a long story, but I just need to speak with her for a second."

"Oh, no problem, what's her name and I'll see if I can find her." The woman asked.

"Brittany."

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Of course! She was working yesterday; said it was her first day in this branch." Phil explained excitedly.

"Well, I'm really sorry, but we don't have anyone by that name working here. Never have as long as I've been here, and that's been four years." The woman told him.

"Huh?" Phil mumbled, totally baffled.

"What's her last name? Maybe I can find her on the computer." She said, still trying to be helpful.

"Uh, I, uh ... I don't know." The woman gave Phil a look of concern and he expected her to summon the security guard at any moment.

"Hey, look, thanks for you're help. Uh, maybe it was another branch. Gotta go." He said and fled the bank before someone called for the men in the white coats.

Outside, Phil stood on the sidewalk utterly confused. Her cell phone number wasn't in service, and then, no one seemed to know her at the bank where he'd seen her just the day before.

"What the fuck is going on?" He said aloud; while people passing Phil turned and looked at him, thinking him a bit odd.

Her apartment, he thought. Maybe she's still at home.

Phil raced to his car and drove to the condo complex. He prided himself on having a great sense of direction and a really good memory of how to find places he'd been to before, even if it was only once and in the dark; just like the night before following Brittany to her place. When he got to her condo complex, Phil parked in the same spot where he'd parked the previous night and ran up the stairs to her condo. 

He knocked on Brittany's door. No answer. He waited a second and knocked again; louder this time. Waited; still nothing. Phil pounded on the door for a long time; surely she'll hear me and open it, he thought.

"Hey dude, there ain't nobody in that apartment." Phil turned and a scruffy looking guy about Phil's age was walking along the walkway dressed in boxers and a t-shirt; carrying a bag of garbage.

"Oh, you're mistaken. Really, I was here last night visiting my friend." He told the guy.

"Couldn't have, not that condo; been vacant for months. Heard someone was killed in there; murdered I heard. They haven't been able to sell it, dude; ya know, 'cause of the murder." 

"But that just can't be. I'm telling you I was here last night." Phil said forcefully.

"Hey dude, I'm just the messenger. Maybe you got the wrong unit; all these places look alike. I've been here three years and sometimes I have trouble findin' my own place; I'm usually wasted when that happens, but, it can be confusing." He told Phil. "Hey, gotta go dude -- thrash is gettin' heavy - good luck findin' your friend." 

What's going on? Phil wondered. Just what the fuck is going on!

He walked all around the complex; stopping at a couple places that looked similar to Brittany's, but both times someone answered the door and they had never heard of her. Phil was at loss; he had no idea of what to do next. Then, the thought hit him; Brittany had said she'd been working at the Forrest Hills branch of the bank until the day before.

Phil drove to Forrest Hills. It took him a good forty minutes. It was no wonder she wanted to work at the local branch; it would have been a hell of a commute for her each day driving all the way to Forrest Hills. Of course, he had no idea where the Forrest Hills branch was located, so Phil called directory assistance on his cell and got the phone number. When he called the bank he was given directions and realized he was only a couple blocks away.

Phil pulled into the parking area of the suburban bank branch and went inside; certain that someone there would at least know her and perhaps be able to help him find her.

Five minutes later, Phil walked out totally dejected. It was the same story. No Brittany; never had been. He felt utterly lost.

He spent the rest of the day driving aimlessly around town. He couldn't even go to the Hall of Records and look for a birth certificate; try as he might, Phil could not conjure up her last name.

Late in the afternoon he ended up in a bar near his apartment feeling very depressed. Phil started ordering bourbon on the rocks. Phil never drank hard liquor; just beer, and occasionally, wine. Perhaps he was even more distraught than he realized.

He didn't know how many drinks he had, but, eventually the bartender refused to serve Phil another. He argued, but to no avail. Thankfully, Phil didn't get mean when he got drunk, so he just left the bar. He knew better than to drive, and so, Phil walked the six blocks home to his apartment; actually, staggered was more like it.

When he got home, he flopped on his sofa and closed his eyes longing for oblivion. As Phil felt himself about to slip into darkness, a name popped into his head. 

Barbara.

As soon as he thought of the name, he saw her clearly behind his closed eyelids. She was forty-something and pretty, but, not drop dead model material gorgeous. She had short dirty blond hair and a beautiful smile. Her eyes were caring; even empathic, and they seemed to peer back at him. Phil even had a sense that the woman wanted to help him with something, some problem he might have; whatever that might be. She was naked in his mind and he saw she had small breasts, but very long nipples. Larger than anything he'd ever seen on a woman before. Between her legs Phil saw a sparse bush of curly hair that was also dirty blond in color. She appeared to be about five six and not at all overweight; though she did not appear to be athletic, either.

Those were the last things he remembered as the wished for oblivion finally sent him off to the darkness, and he slept.

When Phil awoke the next morning, he sat up in bed and immediately realized that he had a tremendous headache. Phil didn't get headaches; ever. He wondered if he was coming down with something; he had no recollection of the episode in the bar.

How he got to his bed from the sofa he didn't remember, but then, he had only the vaguest notion of having been on the couch. Phil got up and took a couple extra strength pain killers right away and realized that his stomach was really queasy, too. Phil thought briefly of calling off sick, but he had an unblemished attendance record at work that he did not want to tarnish.

He showered and dressed and left for the office, but on the way Phil stopped at a 'greasy spoon' diner and had a large breakfast of eggs, home fries, toast, and lots and lots of coffee.

By the time he reached the office, he felt almost human.

Phil logged on and resumed the work he'd left the day before; then thought, yesterday? That didn't seem right, somehow. He checked the last save date for his program, and sure enough, it was two days earlier. As he sat figuratively scratching his head, someone knocked at the opening of Phil's cubicle.

"Phil, got a sec?" He heard Harry, his boss, say. "I wanted to introduce you to a new team member who will be working closely with you on the accounting project." 

As Phil spun around in his office chair to shake hands with the new person, he heard Harry say, "... her name's Barbara" and his jaw dropped; it felt to him like it nearly fell off his face.

"Barb, actually, everyone calls me Barb." The woman with the short dirty blond hair and wonderful smile, said.

"Uh, uh." Was all he could get out.

"Phil! What's with you? You've been acting a little strange lately; calling off work yesterday at the last minute and now this -- that's not like you. Better get your act together, buddy." Harry reamed Phil a new asshole in front of the new employee. "Now, I expect you to get Barb here up to speed, post haste. This new debit module needs wrapped up and installed before the next month-end closing." Then Harry left, leaving poor Barb feeling embarrassed, and Phil bewildered. What did Harry mean about calling off at the last minute? Phil wondered.

"Harry said I'm to use this empty desk and computer here in your cube." She said, as she reluctantly put her purse and briefcase on the vacant desk behind Phil.

"I'm sorry, really. I don't know why I reacted like that, except, I ... I feel like I know you; like we've met before. But, we've haven't; have we?" Phil said.

"No, I don't think so. I'm sure I'd remember a really cute guy, like you." She said, and then she added. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be so cheeky. I mean, we just met."

"Uh yeah, we better start going over what the project's all about so you can start working on your programs." He told her.

They spent the rest of the morning reviewing everything and at lunchtime they decided to grab a sandwich together so Phil could continue briefing her. They walked down to the sandwich shop across the street from the bank. When they went in, Phil stopped dead in his tracks as an intense feeling of déjà vu hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Phil? Is something wrong?" Barb asked.

"Oh wow, I just had one of those strange 'been here before' moments. It's really weird though, 'cause I come here all the time for lunch and I've never had such a feeling before." He explained. "I'm OK now; let's order."

They ate, and discussed the project, and then it was time to head back to the office. As they exited the sandwich shop, Phil glanced across the street as a really cute blond came out of the bank and looked as if she were hurrying to the sandwich shop for lunch. She was excruciatingly pretty, with a turned up nose, piecing blue eyes and a great athletic figure. Her low cut top exposed lots of cleavage and her ample breasts strained at the material of her white blouse. As she got closer, Phil could see the outline of a lace bra through her translucent blouse. As they passed each other, Phil thought to himself; god, how I'd love to get some of that! She even gave him a nice smile as she opened the door and entered the sandwich shop. 

Before the door closed, Phil heard a girl's voice say, "Brittany, what took you so long? You know ..." Then the door was shut and he couldn't hear the rest of the girl's words.

"Phil? Are you paying attention?" He heard Barb say. "Hey, I saw you checking out that adorable little blond thing. God, I wish I was twenty-something again and had boobs like hers. Bet you'd like to get into her panties, wouldn't you?"

"I beg your pardon?" Phil asked, not believing she'd just said that.

"Ah, come on, admit it. We're both grown ups. You'd give your next ten paychecks to spend a night screwing something as cute as that little blond with the huge boobs. Come on, fess up." She challenged him.

"Geez, I don't believe you're for real, but, yes, I would love to 'get into her panties' as you so eloquently put it." So there, he thought.

"Hmmm ... thought so, younger men are always so horny." She said, and then thankfully dropped the subject.

They worked the rest of the afternoon but Barb kept interrupting Phil with tons of questions. He could sense she felt bad about bothering him all the time, but it couldn't be helped. 

"Phil, how does this module interface with the data collection software?" She asked; so he explained it to her.

"I'm really sorry that I'm being such a pain." She apologized.

"Hey, no sweat, we've all been the new kid at one time or another." Phil reassured her.

But, it was clear to Phil that he wasn't going home at five o'clock. He'd have to work over and make up for the lost time if their team was to be ready for the software upgrade on the week end.

Barb stayed late, too; much to Phil's dismay. He thought he'd get a lot more accomplished when she left the office at five, but she didn't leave. At least, she didn't have as many questions -- she seemed to be catching on -- but when she did ask something, it took a considerable amount of time to answer. So, instead of working a couple of hours late, it was almost eleven when Phil decided to pack it in.

"Well, that's it; my eyes refuse to focus anymore. I'm going home." He said. Phil knew he was getting punchy and apt to make too many mistakes. Better I should get some rest and pick it up tomorrow, he thought.

"Oh wait. I don't to be here all by myself. Can you wait a sec and walk me to the bus stop? I know it's supposed to be a safe area, but still, I don't want to be on the streets this late by myself." She pleaded.

"Sure, I'll wait, but you won't get a bus this late. They stop running in this area at ten." Phil informed her.

"Oh no. What am I going to do?" She said, sounding mildly panic stricken.

"Do not worry your pretty little head fair maid, I, your knight in shining amour -- that would be Sir Phil -- shall cometh to the rescue and give you a lift home." He said, trying to sound good humored about being inconvenienced so late.

"Oh thank you!" She shouted and jumped up and threw her arms around his neck and give him a big kiss; on the lips. And it was a long kiss, too.

"God if that's what I get before I give you a ride, I can't imagine what happens after." Phil said, stunned.

"Geez, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me ... but, I ... I've had the strongest urge to kiss you ever since I first saw you this morning." She said; her eyes downcast. She was obviously embarrassed.

"No problem; it's not every day I have beautiful women throw themselves at me." He said and laughed. "But, I think I could get used to it -- if I tried really hard."

They headed to the elevator to ride down to the basement parking garage levels.

"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" She asked as they rode down; they were both staring at the numbers above the elevator door; it's compulsory elevator protocol everywhere.

"Well, yes. Yes, you are a beautiful woman." Phil told her, and meant it; though she was a good ten or fifteen years older than he was. But that did not detract from her beauty; at least, not in Phil's mind.

In response, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him again; with much more passion than before, her tongue invading his mouth. Instinctively, he put his arms around her and drew her body into his and felt her warmth and softness; her small breasts pressing into his chest as the elevator door slid open. The building cleaning crew was waiting to climb aboard and head up to start their work day.

"Oh damn." Barb said as they disengaged and fled the elevator.

"Uh, my car's right over there." Phil said, pointing to the far side of the parking garage. Barb put her arm through his and hugged it as they walked to his car. They got in and he backed out of his spot; then drove toward the exit ramp.

"Where do you live?" She gave him an address in the Twin Oaks area; about twenty minutes further out than his apartment. But at least, it's in the same direction, he thought; in fact, they'd go right past his apartment on the way.




What's in a Name?



When they were about half a block away, he pointed out his building.

"The red brick building up ahead on the right." He told Barb.

"Phil, pull over. Quickly." She sounded frantic, so he did; right in front of his building.

"Phil, can I come up to your place with you, just for a little while. Please? I don't want to be alone right now." She pleaded.

"Well alright. It's late, but I guess so." 

"Oh, thank you!" And she kissed him for the third time.

Phil pulled his car around to the back of the building where he had an assigned spot. When they got to his apartment he unlocked the door and held it open for her and ushered her in.

"Oh this is nice, not quite the masculine bachelor pad I expected. Did you have help decorating?" 

"Nope, did it all myself. Can I get you something to drink? I've got beer, but that's about it." He offered.

She walked into the kitchen and started exploring on her own. Phil just stood in his living room, dumbfounded; she really was cheeky, he realized. Phil was still not quite grasping all that had happened with Barb since he met her; and was still in progress, it appeared. Phil heard cabinets opening and closing in his kitchen.

"Thought you said you only had beer. Then what's this bottle of bourbon in the pantry for, medicine? Or could I have a wee drink of it?" He heard her shout out from his kitchen.

"Huh? I don't have a bottle of anything, let alone bourbon." Phil responded as he headed into the kitchen. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her standing there holding a bottle of Jim Beam that was three quarters full. Phil just shook his head, bewildered.

"Got ice?" 

"Yeah, freezer -- there's an ice maker." He pointed toward the fridge. "Guess I forgot all about that bourbon."

As she poured herself a drink, Phil grabbed a bottle of MGD from the fridge.

"Cheers." She bumped her glass against his bottle.

"Yeah cheers." Phil was still confused as she pulled him by the arm to the living room and flopped down on his sofa; pulling him down next to her - as in, really close next to her.

"Thank you so much for your help today." She said, then took a long pull on her drink -- almost finishing it. She set the glass on the coffee table.

"No problem, I'm glad I was able to..." But Barb's lips suddenly were on his, preventing him from finishing his response. After a few moments she broke away.

"Phil, remember that cute little blond today and how I was teasing you about wanting to get into her panties?"

"Ah yeah, of course, I was pretty embarrassed." As he answered, she pulled his hand to her leg and pushed it up under her skirt; Phil felt his fingers traveling up the soft warm flesh of her inner thigh.

"How would you like to get into my panties? Right now." She said as his fingers connected with warm moistness between her legs. "See how wet I am for you, honey?" 

Barb pulled her panties aside for him, then she pressed his fingers firmly into her and he felt them slip in between the wet folds of her pussy. She guided Phil's fingers up her slit until they slid over her hard little button. Her whole body jerked, almost like she'd been hit with a jolt of electricity.

"Oh god!" She said breathlessly.

Phil felt her fumbling to get his pants open as he delighted in giving her pleasure by rubbing her sensitive clitoris. Then he felt fingers wrap around his penis and cool air on it and he knew she'd managed to pull it out of his pants. She stroked him slowly as he continued to flick his fingers over her sensitive nub.

"Baby, please ... use your tongue on me, please, please!" She begged. 

He'd always found that he get the most enjoyment with a woman when he could sense her excitement and fulfillment. Phil learned long ago that one of the best ways to do that was to do just what Barb was begging him for; and he loved to do it. Phil stood and pulled Barb up from the sofa.

"Let's go to the bedroom then."

They finished undressing and he had her lie on her back. Phil intended to kneel between Barb's legs and lick her pussy, but she wouldn't let go of his penis; so he lay on top of her in a classic sixty-nine configuration. She took him into her mouth and sucked his penis as he administered his favorite form of exquisite female torture to her clitoris. Phil's tongue flicked rapidly over her pink swollen clitoris and he felt her writhing underneath him. He inserted two fingers inside her and heard her muffled cries in response. Phil felt her whole body shudder and he saw her legs quivering under him as she climaxed as a result of his sweet ministrations. This happened three times in quick succession and then she pushed him off her; Barb's clitoris was likely too sensitive and she couldn't take any more, he thought.

"Put it in me, honey, please put it in me ... now!"

Phil flipped around and she spread her thighs wide, eager to have him inside her. He teased her by rubbing the head of his penis over her bright red clit but she pushed it away.

"No! Just fuck me, honey, fuck me please!"

So, Phil inserted his hard penis into her very wet opening and it slid quickly deep inside her. She pulled him down on top of her and planted her lips on his and they kissed passionately as he started thrusting inside her. Their teeth clinked together as their passion built.

"God Barb, you've got the largest nipples I've ever seen!" Phil said, then he remembered seeing them the night before in his mind. He wondered how that could be, but Barb distracted him before he could really think about it.

"Suck them honey, suck them hard; they're so sensitive and I love the feel of having them sucked." 

Phil, always the gentleman, did as she asked and sucked her long nipples into his mouth and felt them swell even more with her excitement. But, he found myself unable to hold off as long as he would have liked and he was soon squirting his thick white juice inside her.

"Oh baby, you're not done are you? Please don't stop! Keep fucking me, fuck me hard, baby. I want it to hurt, yes, harder, harder. Don't stop!" She cried out.

Phil surprised myself and stayed hard inside Barb as he did his best to do whatever she wanted; though his idea of how to give a woman sexual pleasure didn't include marking it hurt when he made love to someone. But, that's what Barb was pleading for, so he did his best.

"Take me from behind, honey, please, please hurry." Barb said, pushing him off her and getting on her hands and knees. Phil positioned himself behind her and reinserted his penis and started to thrust into her again.

"Spank me, baby, spank me hard and fuck me hard, oh god baby make me cum!" She yelled breathlessly.

He spanked her. The smack sounded like a gun shot in his smallish bedroom.

"Harder, really hit me, come on, I love it, just do it!"

So he did. Phil really laid into Barb's ass with his hand and she screamed. Barb came almost immediately; the sharp impact had pushed her over the edge.

"Do it again!" She demanded.

So he kept fucking her as hard as he possibly could and Phil slapped her ass as hard as he could -- to the point where both his palms were burning -- and Barb, she kept cumming over and over. After a long time, Phil felt his tension building again and he cried out as he shot another powerful load of his sperm into Barb. Then he collapsed across her back. Her arms and legs gave out under his weight and they ended up sprawling next to each other on the bed.

"Oh honey, that was the best fuck I've had in a very long time; maybe, the best ever." And she kissed him again; tenderly this time. They fell asleep in each other's arms.

At some point during the night Phil awoke and felt his penis being manipulated. He was hard, and realized Barb was 'spooning' with him and had inserted his penis inside her pussy. She urged him to fuck her again, but without the spanking, for which he was grateful. When he came inside her again, Barb whispered 'thank you' as she rolled over and went to sleep again. So did Phil.

In the morning, she was gone. Phil looked all around his apartment and there was no sign of her. The only thing he could figure was she must have gotten up early and caught a bus to her place to get changed for work. That was the only thing that made sense. That she didn't wake him and tell him, sort of hurt. He'd thought they had something special going.

Phil got ready and went to the office but when he arrived, she wasn't there yet. Figuring time for the bus trip to her house and the bus ride back, plus the time to shower and get dressed; he concluded she might be a bit late. By ten, he was beginning to wonder what had happened to her when Harry walked past Phil's cube.

"Harry wait." He shouted. Harry's head popped in around the corner of Phil's cube.

"What happened to Barb today?" He asked. "She hasn't come in yet."

"Barb who?"

"Huh? What d'ya mean? Barb, the new employee who started yesterday; who you assigned to this empty desk." Phil said, pointing to the desk behind him that until yesterday had indeed been vacant; but, as of the previous day, it had program listings and stuff Barb had been working on and left there the evening before. But, when Phil looked over at the desk top, there wasn't even a speck of dust visible on it.

"Phil, we don't have anyone named Barb working here -- at least not on this floor. Hell, they might have someone named Barb upstairs in Corporate, but I never met her. Like I said the other day, Phil, you've been acting really strange lately; though it doesn't appear to have affected your productivity. But I strongly suggested that you get help. See a doctor or something; get something to calm you nerves, whatever." And then, Harry was gone.

Phil sat there completely flabbergasted. He knew for a fact he'd met Barb in that very same office the day before; worked with her all day. They'd made passionate love all night, but all of a sudden, it was like she never existed. 

Lunch! Phil suddenly thought. The guy who took our order at the sandwich shop will remember Barb, he thought.

At noon, Phil raced down the street to the shop and stood impatiently in line waiting for his turn with the guy taking orders. From his place in line, he saw it was the same guy as the day before.

"Take your order?" The guy asked when Phil worked his way up to the front of the line. The guy asked without even looking up from the computer screen they used to punch in customer orders.

"Hey, I need to ask you something. I was in here for lunch yesterday with a woman, a co-worker; short hair, sort of blond; she always has a really nice smile. You took her order, please tell me you remember her." Phil said, sounding a bit desperate.

"Dude, we get so many people in here every day, ya know, I can't remember everyone who ..."

"Do you remember me?"

"Well, yeah dude, you're in here just about every day." The guy admitted.

"Great; then you must remember the woman I was with yesterday, right?" Phil argued; his logic seemed infallible, to him.

"Ah ... dude, you were all by yourself yesterday and ordered the ham and swiss on rye to go, like you do everyday." The guy said, sheepishly. Phil thought maybe the guy didn't want to upset his customer, that would be Phil, by telling Phil what the guy was pretty sure Phil didn't want to hear.

"Hey, what's holdin' everything up?" Phil heard someone shout from somewhere near the end of the long line.

"Dude, you wanna order somethin'?"

"No thanks." And he walked out of the shop with his head spinning.

As Phil was going out the door the cute little blond he'd seen the day before, and who Barb had teased him about, came rushing into the sandwich shop and ran bodily into Phil; almost knocking him off his feet.

"Oh geez, I'm sorry." Phil said, even though it was her fault; Phil was a gentleman.

"No, no, it was my fault." She said and looked up at him, she was rather short. "Hey, you're really cute. I work at the bank across the street, so why don't you stop by and see me and make a deposit some time? Just ask for Brittany, that's me. Oh, gotta go; my girlfriends are waiting for me." And she rushed off.

Geez, what a flirt, he thought. But, maybe he would stop in at the bank like she suggested.

Phil was still in a quandary about Barb when it occurred to him that he knew Barb's address, even though, they'd never actually made it to her house. She'd told Phil in the car the evening before.

After work he drove out to the address she'd given him. There was an elderly guy working in a flower bed in the front yard when Phil pulled up in front of the house. He parked his car and walked up the lawn toward the old man.

"Can I help you with somethin' young fella?" The old man asked.

"I'm looking for Barb ... Barbara. This is the address she gave me." Phil said.

"Sorry, young man, but there seems to have been a mistake. I live alone here, ever since my Margaret died last year. My daughter comes by a lot, but hell, her name's Alice. Sorry ... can't help ya."

"Any of the neighbors named Barbara?"

"Nope, lived here thirty-two years, never had a Barbara anywhere on this street, not even any of the kids."

"Thanks, sorry to bother you." And he turned and walked back to his car. Phil's only other idea was that he had the correct street name -- that he was certain of -- but the wrong house number. The old man's last statement quashed that theory.

Phil drove back to his apartment planning to finish off the bottle of Jim Beam he hadn't known he had the night before. When he got to his place, Phil went to the kitchen where Barb had left the bottle on the counter next the sink. There was no bottle. He checked the pantry and every cupboard; nothing. Phil went to the living room to find the half empty glass he remembered Barb had left sitting on the coffee table when they'd gone off to the bedroom; there was no glass. There was, however, a half finished bottle of MGD on the coffee table just where Phil had left it, so he knew he wasn't completely crazy; just mostly so.

Phil drove over to the nearest liquor store and bought a bottle of bourbon, which he didn't really care for, and went back home and got smashed.

He staggered to his bed while it was still fairly early; knowing he would have a nasty hangover in the morning. As Phil lay in bed with his eyes closed he had a sudden thought. 

Tanya.

He saw a beautiful redhead in his mind. Her complexion was dark, and she had dark alluring eyes and a look of wickedness about her. Her body was gorgeous; with full up turned breasts accentuated by very large dark circles around her nipples. Her pubic mound was completely shaved. Phil could clearly see her slit were it disappeared between her long shapely legs. He imagined caressing her breasts and making love to her as sleep overtook him.

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The mind control experimenters were extremely happy with their results, thus far; and although the experiments conducted to-date had all been benign, they knew the techniques and procedures they had engineered had obvious military applications. This would make all of the investors and the scientists involved in the development of the protocols, which had such far reaching implications, very very wealthy; indeed. Far more important to them was the realization that the new discoveries would also make them the most powerful people on the planet; and that excited them even more than the acquisition of mere wealth.

They were; therefore, ready to begin Phase II of the testing. Phase II would involve the military applications of their invention. They fully expected that the Phase II results would prove most interesting; to say the least.



What's in a Name



This story is solely my property and may not be reproduced or published without my express permission. Any resemblance to people living or dead is merely a coincidence.

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For those of you who have read the previous incarnation of this story you know I botched it pretty badly. This is essentially a re-write of the original story. There are some elements that will survive the chopping block, and some that will not much to my chagrin and my husband's delight. You were RIGHT honey, get over it! I am hoping by taking the time to do this re-write I will be able to recapture the initial ideas that would have made this a decent story. 

Hugz, Chiara

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Darcy had placed his ad on Kijiji for a roommate. Fortunately the apartment sold itself, it was a spacious two bedroom walk up with tons of upgrades.

The first few responses were complete busts, one guy was a stoner and the other seemed to think that he could stay rent free. 

Then he got a response from a guy named Alex which seemed too good to be true. This guy was willing to pay half the rent and utilities and would pay his first and last immediately with a security deposit.

Darcy sent Alex an e-mail to arrange a meeting at a local Tim Horton's coffee shop. They both described what they'd be wearing and agreed to meet at six.

Darcy got there a bit early and picked up a coffee, finding a table that he could watch the whole shop from. A few minutes later he choked on his coffee as a pretty girl wearing the combat jacket he was looking for walked in, he pegged her at around twenty-eight. She pulled back her hoodie, and he saw that she had long reddish brown hair and very straight even features. Just like she'd described.

A sharp pain and blinding flash of light ripped through Darcy's head and he winced. His right eye began to water with the pain behind it. Darcy wiped his eye and shook his head, trying to clear it.

The girl looked around and saw Darcy, her eyes widened in surprise. She paused for a second then continued over to the counter and got a coffee. Drink in hand she walked over to Darcy, and held out her hand with a quirky smile which made Darcy melt inside, "Hi I'm Alex Nolan. You must be Darcy?"

Darcy stood up and took Alex's hand. "Hi Alex, I'm Darcy James. I was ah, expecting someone else," he said as the pain gnawed through his brain.

Alex smiled and laughed, her laughter tinkling like wind chimes. "Well you're not what I expected either Darcy. Mind if I sit? Or has the room mysteriously been filled now?"

Darcy grinned as the pain slowly subsided in his head, "Nope, last time I checked there was only one eligible candidate on my list. Some guy named Alex, do you know him?"

Alex grinned back at him, "Nope, you know a girl named Darcy?"

"Nope, haven't heard of her."

"I'm still interested in the apartment though. Can we go see it now?"

"Sure, it's only three blocks down the street."

They walked the three blocks, chatting back and forth. He didn't know why, but every time he looked into Alex's eyes he got a sharp pain behind his eye.

Darcy led Alex upstairs to the apartment, unlocking the door and letting her enter first. He took a good look at her and thought it might not be a bad thing if she moved in. She was extremely easy on the eyes and he thought she had a great personality and sense of humour.

Alex looked around and was really impressed by the place. It sure beat the hell out of sofa surfing like she had been doing for the past few months. Her ex-husband had pretty much screwed her for everything but her clothes and her car.

She caught Darcy checking her out out of the corner of her eye. A slight smile played across her lips. She had to admit he was a good looking guy, and he seemed pretty decent. She turned to face him, "So it's five hundred a month plus one-fifty for utilities? What's the security deposit?"

"Three hundred for the deposit."

Alex smiled her quirky smile which made Darcy's heart skip. She pulled her wallet out of her purse and began counting out bills. When Alex was done she handed the stack to Darcy.

"Is it okay if I move in today? I don't have much stuff, I just have to bring my car over."

Darcy was a bit surprised, "Uh, yeah, sure that's fine. Did you want me to walk you back to your car?"

Alex smiled at Darcy, "Thanks but I should be fine. Back in a few 'kay?"

Alex slipped out the door and gave him a quick wave.

Darcy frowned and went to the linen closet. 'What the fuck was that? God it felt like someone drove a dagger through my eye,' he thought to himself.

He pulled some clean sheets and towels out and took them to Alex's room. Darcy quickly made the bed and placed the towels at the foot of her bed.

A few minutes later there was a buzz from the intercom, "Hey it's me," Alex called up.

Darcy buzzed her through and opened the door. Alex came in with two large military style duffels, struggling a bit as she wedged them through the door.

Darcy offered to take one for Alex and just about fell over when he took its full weight. "What have you got in these bags, bricks?" Darcy joked.

Alex got a sad look in her eyes, "No, just the little bit of my life I have left after my ex jacked me for everything but these two bags and my car."

"God I'm sorry Alex, I feel like a complete ass." Darcy said as he showed Alex to her room.

Alex smiled shakily at Darcy, "It's okay, you didn't know." Alex thought back to the Dear Jane letter she'd gotten during her second tour in Afghanistan. It had included divorce papers. She'd managed to get leave to deal with the divorce, but had had a total breakdown afterward and was subsequently discharged as medically unfit to serve. Alex could feel hot tears coursing down her cheeks. She swiped at her eyes with the backs of her hands.

"Goddamn it! Don't cry dummy, you're tougher than this. You used to train people to kill bare-handed for Christ's sake!" she muttered to herself.

Darcy moved to Alex and wrapped his arms around her. "Shh, hey now it's okay. Calm down, why don't you go take a bubble bath and I'll bring you some wine okay?"

He gently lead her into the bathroom and started the water, adding some aromatic bubbles to the water then closing the door as he headed to the kitchen to pour Alex a large glass of wine. 

Darcy picked up the phone and rang the restaurant downstairs. "Hi Steve? Yeah it's me. Look could you send up two specials, and an appetizer platter? Thanks man, a pleasure doing business with you, ha ha. Bye."

He walked the wine back up the hall and lightly knocked on the bathroom door.

"Yes?" Alex said in response to Darcy's knock.

"Hey is it safe to come in? I have some wine for you."

Darcy heard water splash and Alex said it was all clear.

Darcy opened the door and eased in to the bathroom. "How you doing Alex?" He set the wine on a small table within easy reach for her. He couldn't help but notice that her breasts were just barely hidden by bubbles.

Alex smiled at him. "When I was deployed I would've killed for a bubble bath. It still feels totally sinful."

"Deployed like in the forces deployed?" Darcy asked somewhat incredulously.

Alex flashed her quirky grin and saluted, which made her breasts do wonderful things under the bubbles. "Sergeant Alex Nolan ex-Princess Patricia's Canadian Light Infantry at your service."

The flash of light and pain rammed through his brain again. Darcy slumped onto the stool at the foot of the tub. "I wish you wouldn't do that Alex. Are you okay with me in here? I can leave if you want."

"Do what Darcy? Get are you okay?"

Darcy blushed, "The smile, saluting, uhm both?" Darcy shook his head and blinked a few times, "Yeah I'm okay, just a bad headache."

Alex looked down, realizing that her breasts were almost fully exposed. She slid down into the bubbles as she grinned slyly behind her wine. It had been a long time since she'd had a guy act this way around her. "Sorry Darcy, I hope I'm not making you feel uncomfortable. Growing up with five brothers and one bathroom meant that there was an endless chain of kids going in or out in various stages of dress."

"No it's okay, it's just that you're like wow, and since I broke up with my ex, well to be honest you're the first woman outside of work I've spent any time with."

Alex smiled at Darcy, "Well I think you're like wow too Darcy."

"So where were you deployed Alex?"

"I was in Afghanistan for almost two full tours." she said proudly.

"Wow. Were you front line? Are you even allowed to talk about it with me?"

Alex smiled at Darcy, "I helped train the Afghan Security Forces in unarmed combat. Apparently being the youngest of six and the only girl, I have a natural affinity for fist fighting. What kind of work do you do?" 

Just as Darcy was about to answer, the intercom buzzed. "That should be our dinner. I'll go get it, did you want to eat in the kitchen or...?"

"Well I'm kind of pruney, if you hand me my towel we can head to the kitchen." Alex said as she stood up, revealing her lean 5'8" frame.

Darcy gaped for a second then grabbed Alex's towel, gently wrapping her in it as the intercom buzzed again. "I'll meet you in the kitchen," he said as he gave her one last look, stepping out into the hall. 

Darcy shook his head as he buzzed Steve up. Whatever was happening here was sure going to be interesting at the very least. He just couldn't figure out why his head was aching so badly. His doctor had told him that he would occasionally have problems but hadn't mentioned the blinding pain and flashes of brilliant white light.

Steve came in and placed two trays on the counter. "So boss what's the scoop? Got a heavy date tonight?" he said with a slight West Indian accent.

Alex came out still wrapped in her towel, "Well if this food tastes as good as it smells he just might. I'm Alex, his new roommate." she said as she held out her hand.

Steve grinned at Alex, and over her shoulder at Darcy. "I'm Steve, I manage the restaurant for Darcy. Plus I help him out with other things as necessary."

Alex grinned at Steve, and Darcy could see that her weapon of mass distraction had made a direct hit, making him chuckle. This girl definitely knew how to kill bare-handed.

Steve made a hasty retreat, saying goodbye to them both as he left.

"Not much makes Steve turn tail and run like that. So was that killing people bare-handed?"

"No that was a different kind of unarmed combat." Alex said with a giggle.

Darcy laughed, "Remind me not to piss you off okay? Well let's dig in while the food's hot."

Darcy pulled the lids off the food and delicious odours filled the apartment. They tucked in and Darcy watched Alex, "So I'm thirty, I figure you're what? Twenty-eight?"

Alex's laughter tinkled through the room, "No I'm thirty-three, but thanks for the compliment."

Now it was Darcy's turn to laugh, "Fuck off you are not thirty-three!"

"Yes I am thirty-three, I'm just blessed with youthful genes." Alex said with a slight blush and tingle through her body.

Darcy looked across the table at Alex with new eyes, he noticed a few grey hairs that he'd missed earlier and saw laugh lines at the corners of her blue eyes. These few hints at her actual age only enhanced her underlying youthful beauty.

Alex bore Darcy's scrutiny bravely, knowing she had nothing to fear from him.

"So, what do you do to pay the bills Alex?"

Alex smiled, "I've moved around a lot since I was discharged. Unfortunately my pension doesn't really pay the bills so I've been working at the Golden Garter lately to pick up the slack."

"The strip club? I'm sure you give the younger girls a run for their money."

Alex smiled at Darcy, "Again, thank you for the wonderful compliment but I don't dance there, I'm head of security."

"So I guess you get to break heads on a regular basis then?" Darcy asked as he tried to fight back the pain and nausea again.

Alex shrugged and grinned, "Sometimes, but I usually let the bouncers handle the rowdies. Mind you it is fun shocking the hell out some bruiser with a nerve punch that makes his arm go numb. When I was twelve I found a book on Jeet Kun Do at our library, my brothers never wanted to fight me after that. So Steve said he manages the restaurant for you? How long have you been doing that?"

"A few years now, I bought the building with some money I had stashed away and I thought I'd revamp the old place and see if I could make a go of it. So far we've been able to stay in the black."

"Steve mentioned he did other things 'as needed', what did he mean by that?" she asked with a calculating stare.

Darcy shrugged, "Well you could call him my head of security too. He helps me with some personal matters that occasionally crop up."

"Ah, okay. So if you've got a good business and are in the black why do you need to have a roommate Darcy?"

"To be honest I don't really have a great social life, between running the restaurant and what not I don't have a lot of time for myself. I figured a roommate might be what I needed to actually have contact with people outside of work."

"Not to be rude or anything, but what on earth possessed your parents to give you a girl's name Darcy?" Alex asked with a giggle.

"Hey technically it's a guy's name too, it's just more common as a girl's. So what about you Alexandra?" Darcy teased.

Alex laughed, "The only people who've called me Alexandra since I was five are my mom and dad. And it usually meant I was in trouble. I've always been a bit of a tomboy, but don't get me wrong, I can still get girly sometimes. My dad says I can clean up pretty good when I try."

"So I guess the tomboy thing is what got you into the army?"

"Yeah, I was an army cadet in school, then I joined the reserves hoping to be a tanker. My CO saw that I'd be wasted in a tank and had me train some of the other troops in unarmed combat just to see how I'd do. I got 'noticed' by the brass and was accepted into the army and had a fast ride up to Sergeant. If I hadn't had my meltdown I was on my way to officer training."

"Wow, it sounds like your dream life got blasted to smithereens."

"Pretty much. After my divorce I lost it, went to a base psychiatrist and learned that I had bipolar disorder. I've been on some pretty serious medication cocktails since then. The one I'm on right now has me pretty stable. If this is too much info tell me to shut up okay?"

"No it's okay Alex, this is obviously something that you've needed to talk about. Uhm, when you stood up in the tub I kinda noticed you had scars. Are they bullet wounds?"

Alex blushed slightly, "Yeah, I got those near the end of my first deployment. Some of us were on a weekend furlough and decided to check out a local bazaar. We were having a good time, wandering through the stalls and buying some items when out of nowhere we were in a crossfire. One of the guys had half of his head blown off. I held him as he died, then the bastards shot me up too. I ended up in and army hospital in Germany for three months."

Darcy stared at Alex, the pain behind his right eye making him squint. "You got shot then went back for another tour? Holy shit you are one brave woman Alex."

Alex looked at Darcy with a sad smile, "I'm not brave Darcy I'm stupid. It was my idea to go to the bazaar."

"Alex you can't blame yourself for what happened. You didn't know that you'd get ambushed."

"God aren't we a gloomy pair. Why don't we talk about something else? Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"I have a brother and sister. Bill and Kate, they're both younger than me. Bill's been married for a few years now and Kate just got married last month."

"All of my brothers are married too, well everyone except my brother Dale. He's a self proclaimed bachelor. Listen Darcy, I've had a rough couple of days. Between the wine and the great dinner I'm ready for bed. Maybe we can talk more in the morning?"

"Yeah, sure Alex. I've got some paperwork to do but I'll be quiet. Good night." Darcy said with a smile.

Alex went back to her room and crawled under her blankets. She had no idea where this was going but she hoped that it didn't leave her on the streets again. She couldn't bear that. To have fallen so far, from a decorated and respected soldier to a homeless person just barely scraping by. She felt ashamed of how her life had turned out. She didn't want him to know how she'd gotten the money for her rent. Alex started to cry softly, tears slowly streaking her cheeks.

Darcy sat at the table for a little bit. The pain and flashing light had returned, he felt like he was going to puke his head was hurting so bad. He rubbed his fingers at his right temple, he could swear he could feel the plate there shifting under his fingers.

---

A few weeks had passed. Alex and Darcy had gotten to know each other and learned they had many things in common. Both were history buffs and tended to gravitate toward military history. They were keenly interested in world news, especially anything related to the Afghan war. They also loved to watch anything 'Monty Python', sharing their favourite skits and nattering at eachother in cheesy English and French accents.

With Alex's job being primarily a night job she spent a lot of time at home during the day. Darcy went back and forth between the apartment and the restaurant working on the books and dealing with issues that Steve figured he needed to handle.

Alex had made herself quite comfortable in the apartment. Often times lounging around in skimpy little shorts and oversized tees, or wandering from her room to the bathroom in just a bra and panties or a towel. Darcy found he was having a hard time ignoring Alex when she did this. He really couldn't be blamed for noticing though, Alex was an attractive woman.

It was around nine o'clock on a Saturday morning when Darcy smelled fresh coffee and delicious greasy food. His eyes squinted open and he saw Alex wearing one of her baggy old tees and shorts, carrying a fully loaded tray in to his room.

"Good morning handsome! Breakfast is served. I drove down to Timmies and got you an extra large triple triple. That's what you like right?"

"God, you are an angel Alex. Let me guess, breakfast from downstairs?"

"Yeah, for some reason our fridge is always empty. I know you own a restaurant and all, and it's really easy to just order food up, but I do know how to cook you know."

Alex set the tray on the bed and sat cross-legged across from him, giving Darcy a very good view of her shorts clad mound. She'd ordered them French toast with eggs, and sausage. The one good thing about having a roommate that owned a restaurant was that she could order anything she wanted and they'd cook it up for her. As long as they had the ingredients the sky was the limit. 

Alex had actually put on a few pounds since moving in, but considering that she'd lost weight over the past few months she actually looked even sexier and healthier because of it.

Alex dug in to her breakfast and began munching away. She dipped a piece of sausage into some syrup then popped it into her mouth. 

"So don't you ever go out Darcy? It doesn't matter what time of day I'm home you always seem to be here." she said around a mouthful of sausage and egg.

Darcy blushed, "Now you know what I was talking about when you moved in. Sometimes I feel like I'm in a prison cell."

Alex grinned at Darcy, "Well I don't think it's healthy for you to stay cooped up in here. I'm going to take you to a movie tonight, and no arguing."

"Okay, we'll go see a movie. Anything in particular you had in mind?" Darcy said with a chuckle.

"Tell you what, you pick the movie and I'll buy the popcorn. I don't care what we see as long as you have fun okay?"

---

That evening they went to see an action/comedy movie. They were really enjoying it, laughing and sharing a big tub of popcorn. Alex eventually snuggled under Darcy's arm and they sat that way until to credits rolled.




What's in a Name



As they left the theatre Darcy unconsciously put his arm around Alex as they walked to the car. Alex didn't seem to mind at all. 

'Mmm, not sure where this is going but it sure feels nice' Darcy thought to himself.

Alex felt Darcy's arm wrap around her waist and smiled. She really liked Darcy, she felt a deep connection with him. There was something about him that reminded her of her brother Dale, he had a very analytical mind and very little slipped past him.

Darcy held the car door open for Alex when they got to it. Before she got in Alex gave Darcy a brief kiss on the lips and smiled. "I had fun tonight Darcy, we should do this again."

Lips tingling from the brief kiss, Darcy smiled back at Alex. "Yeah, it was nice just going out and relaxing with you Alex. I haven't done that in a long time. Thank you."

---

The next few weeks were pretty uneventful, Alex and Darcy managed to go out a few more times. With their off-kilter schedules it wasn't always easy to plan outings but they somehow managed. Darcy was still getting his blinding headaches. Alex did notice that Darcy seemed distracted or on edge about something. A few times he looked like he was about to talk to her about it then backed off again.

Finally it all came to a head for Darcy, he'd put things off to the point that he was in dire straights. He knew he had no choice but to let Alex know of his dilemma.

"Alex I have a huge favour to ask you. Please don't feel pressured to say yes just because I've waffled and left it to the last minute."

Alex laughed and grinned at Darcy, "God Darcy, you sound like you need me to help you rob a bank or something. Just ask, you know if I can I'll do anything to help you."

"Uhh, how good a dancer are you Alex?"

Alex giggled, "Seriously? That's it? What do you have in mind Darcy?"

"Well I have a party to go to tonight and am lacking a date. Would you be interested in joining me?"

"Hmm well I don't really have any clothes that would be suitable for a fancy party. Would my dress uniform be okay?"

Darcy hugged her, "Alex you would look hot wrapped in newspaper. I'll give you some money, get your hair, make-up, whatever you want done, get a pretty dress and shoes and I don't want any change coming back okay?" With that Darcy peeled off a thousand dollars from his wallet and handed it to her.

Alex tried to refuse Darcy's money but he wouldn't have any of that. 

Eventually she gave up and took the money, kissing him on the cheek. "If it's okay with you I'm going to use some of the money to get a prepaid cell phone. I want to call my mom and tell her I'm okay."

"That's fine Alex, it's your money to spend how you want. Just remember we have a party to go to."

Alex mentally shook her head, what was up with Darcy? She realized that he'd probably just handed her back a thousand bucks of the money she'd given him, but no one had thrown her that kind of money in one lump sum before.

The first thing Alex did was to go to a phone store to pick up a prepaid phone. She got the maximum number of minutes she could get.

"Hi Mom? Yeah it's been a while, I've been going through a rough time. How's Dad doing? Oh my god no. W-When did he...I'm sorry Mom, I wish I'd been there for you. How're the guys doing? I miss you all so much. I've got a place now and my roomie's pretty cool. We've got a lot in common. I think this time it's going to stick. I know I've been a wreck since the divorce and discharge Mom. It's just taking a long time for me to get my head back in shape. I'll try Mom, yeah this is my new phone number. I've got tons of minutes on it so you can call me any time. But not tonight though, I've got a date with a really great guy. Yes Mom I'll be careful. Don't worry mom I can take him, he's about the same size as Dale and I could always take him. Okay, I'll talk to you soon. Love you Mom. Bye."

Alex sat quietly for a few moments, compartmentalizing her pain and grief over her father's death. She'd always thought of him as invincible, someone who was too tough to die. Being the only girl in the family her father had doted on her, always making sure the boys treated her well and cuffing them when they didn't. Despite his efforts to keep her a girly-girl, Alex would much rather play with a bb gun than a Barbie. Alex snorted, things hadn't changed much she thought to herself.

It took Alex a bit to find the right dress, but she eventually found a beautiful midnight blue, backless, mid-thigh dress with stunning décolletage that really showcased her large-c breasts.

Alex went to the nearest Victoria's Secret and picked up a very sexy bra and thong set, then bought a few more for good luck. Her next stop was to pick out a pair of shoes. After going through what felt like the entire inventory of the store she chose a cute little pair of strappy pumps with a four inch heel. She didn't want to be taller than Darcy at his party so the four inches would keep her just under his six feet.

Her final stop was the salon, where she got a pedi and manicure, a facial, hair style and make-up. She chose an asymmetrical cut that started at jaw level on the left and ended up brushing her right shoulder. She looked in the mirror and couldn't believe the transformation, she was so pleased that she gave the girls a two hundred dollar tip, using some of her own pin money to top it up.

---

Once she got home she realized that Darcy was in the shower so she sneaked into her room and quickly got dressed, checking her hair and make-up before sneaking into Darcy's room. She leaned up against his dresser, crossing her arms under her breasts which almost caused them to fall out of the top of her dress.

She didn't have to wait long for Darcy to finish his shower. He walked into his room and stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn't speak for at least a minute and when he could finally talk it was only one word, "Wow."

Alex smiled happily, "So do you think I'll pass for a cultured lady?"

"That and more Alex, you're absolutely stunning baby. You're just, wow!" Darcy grinned. "Give me a turn, I want a full view."

Alex did a slow spin letting Darcy have a good look. She heard him gasp when he saw the dress was backless. There was a fine gold chain holding it closed at the shoulders with a little diadem hanging between her shoulder blades. Alex finished her spin then flashed Darcy her quirky little grin. "Judging from your erection I'm assuming that I'm going to have the same effect on the other men at this party." 

Darcy grinned back at her, "Yeah I think you're right, but just watch out for Grampa John, he's got a weak heart."

"What kind of party are you dragging me to anyway Darcy?"

Darcy gave Alex a sheepish grin, "My little sister's wedding reception. My family's been bugging to meet the new woman in my life. Only there wasn't one even though I told them there was, and now you show up, and you're beautiful, smart and funny. I'm sorry, you must be pissed off at me for manipulating you."

Alex moved to Darcy and gave him a hug and a quick peck. "Darcy I can't be mad at you. You've been struggling to talk to me about this for weeks. We've got a lot in common hon. I like you, a lot. Having me go out and pamper myself was something I think I've needed for a long time."

---

They arrived a few minutes late and Alex had to fix her make-up a bit, but all in all they made a striking couple. As they entered the hall everyone stopped. Talking, laughing, probably even breathing. They were all looking at Darcy and Alex, waiting for them to make the first move. 

Alex stepped up to Darcy's sister and gave her a warm hug and peck on the cheek, "Hi I'm Alex, you must be Kate. It's so nice to finally meet you, and you must be Matt the lucky man!" Alex went on like this for several minutes, introducing herself to Darcy's parents, brother Bill and his wife Victoria, and Darcy's grandparents.

Darcy's mom pulled her aside and asked Alex how they'd met, and Alex smiled at Darcy. "We met at a Tim Horton's, we shared a table and well, here we are Sharon."

"Mom may I borrow Alex for just a second?" Darcy said as he pulled Alex off to the side. He gave Alex a quick peck on the cheek, "God babe you have them eating out of your hands. You realize if you play your cards right I may have to do something very expensive and foolish for you. Not that I'd mind really."

Alex wrapped her arms around Darcy's neck and kissed him. "Let's just see how tonight goes, and thanks for the intel on your family it definitely gives me the advantage." 

Darcy and Alex sat with his brother Bill and Victoria, and their cousins Rob and his wife Pat, and Sarah and her boyfriend Gary at dinner. Alex had everyone at the table in stitches telling stories about her time in the army and when she was a kid.

After dinner the DJ cranked up the music and everyone got up to dance. Alex and Darcy got up and plied the dance floor with their tablemates. The first few songs were fast and Darcy had Alex laughing with his 'deliberate' bad moves. A slow song came up and Alex slipped into Darcy's arms. He moved her around the floor, looking into her sparkling eyes and smiling at her. Eventually both were too tired to continue and they returned to their table. Bill and Victoria were sitting out too.

"Wow where did you two learn to dance like that?" Victoria chuckled.

Alex blushed slightly, " Well I...we just let the music take us I guess."

Darcy laughed with a sly grin at Alex. She kissed Darcy, her eyes sparkling with mirth and mischief.

"So what did you do in Afghanistan Alex?" Bill asked.

"I trained the Afghan Security Forces in unarmed combat skills. It was an interesting time."

Victoria asked if she'd seen any combat. Alex told her story of when her and the other trainers were ambushed. Bill asked how she'd managed to get shot and why she wasn't wearing her kevlar vest.

"We were in what was supposed to be a secure area, we were only carrying sidearms as a precaution. There'd been no Taliban activity near our compound for ages. I guess we got a little lax, and two of the people with us paid for it with their lives. One of them died in my arms with a big chunk of his skull blown off." Alex said as a tear rolled down her cheek. 

Victoria was near tears herself and Bill looked like he wished he could crawl away and hide. "We're so sorry, " Victoria said, "Neither Bill nor I wanted to bring back any painful memories Alex."

"No it's okay Victoria, talking about it eases the pain some." Alex said.

She smiled at Victoria and asked her if she could borrow her husband for a dance. Victoria said it was fine as long as they behaved.

Alex and Bill hit the dance floor with a vengeance, dancing several fast songs before a slower song came up.

Bill looked at Alex thoughtfully, "You know Darcy did a tour in Afghanistan too. We thought he was going to be a career soldier but he was wounded pretty badly, he wouldn't talk about what happened there. It was really strange when he finally got home, sometimes he'd forget things that'd happened before his injury. The doctors said it may have been because of his head trauma."

"No I didn't know that Bill. Thanks." Alex said with a troubled look.

"So, did you two really meet at a Tim Horton's?" Victoria asked Darcy with a smile.

Darcy grinned back, "Yup, I sometimes think it was love at first timbit. Whatever it was I haven't been this happy for ages. Alex is so full of life and I don't know, it's hard to explain."

"Some things don't need explaining Darcy, you're a good match and I saw how you two looked at each other while you danced. I've never seen anything like it, not even between Bill and I."

Grampa John came up to Darcy and Victoria, "So Darcy, where's that beautiful woman of yours? I believe she owes me a dance!" he said with a gleam in his eyes.

Darcy laughed, "Here she comes now Grampa, You be careful with her, she's one in a million!"

Alex took Grampa John's hand and led him off to the dance floor. They danced to a nice slow song while Bill, Victoria and Darcy watched.

Bill started to laugh, "Did I just see what I thought I saw?"

Now both Victoria and Darcy were laughing.

"Grampa just groped my girlfriend!" Darcy said.

"And here we were worried she'd put him in the hospital." Victoria chuckled.

Bill howled, "That old scamp just did it again Darcy!"

They were all laughing and chuckling when Grampa John brought Alex back to the table. Alex gave Grampa John a big kiss on the lips and he grabbed her ass once more for good measure. She flopped down into her chair and laughed, "He's pretty spry that Grampa John!"

Darcy, Victoria and Bill all joined in with her.

By the end of the evening Darcy and Alex had made plans with his brother and cousins to get together.

---

Alex watched Darcy as they drove home. She ran her fingers through his hair.

"Thank-you for a wonderful evening love, I really enjoyed myself."

"I had a good time too babe, I'm glad you had fun. Just next time watch out for Grampa John!"

Alex giggled, "I just hope you'll still want to grope me when you're eighty-three."

Darcy gave Alex a sly look, "You really think we'll be together that long gorgeous?"

Alex got a serious look on her face, "Call it wishful thinking hon, you're a pretty amazing guy Darcy, you're funny, cute, smart, caring, sensitive, and fun to be with."

"Well you're pretty amazing too Alex, for all of the same reasons. You were fantastic with my family today Alex, I owe you large."

Alex leaned over and kissed Darcy on the cheek. "Did you really mean it when you said we were in love Darcy?"

"Well uhh, yeah I guess so Alex. It feels like that for me. What about you?"

Alex kissed him on the cheek again. "Yes me too, so what nailed it for you hon?"

Darcy grinned, "That sexy little grin of yours, the first time you grinned at me at Timmies my heart flopped. And your laugh sounds like a crystal wind chime. They both just make me melt baby. What was it for you?"

Alex laughed merrily, "That goofy look you got when I saluted you in the tub, and I didn't realize my boobs were hanging out. It made me feel special to have someone look at me like that again."

"Well you are special Alex. You've seen and done things most people would never dream of. Becoming a soldier, going off to another country and helping them with a terrible civil war. Fighting for your life, watching a friend die in your arms. I could go on I think but I'm not sure of everything you've done."

Alex sat quietly for a moment. "There are a lot of things in my life I'm proud of and being a soldier was one of them. There are a lot of things that I've done that to be honest have disgusted me. I'm far from perfect Darcy, please don't put me on a pedestal."

Darcy gave Alex a quick glance, "Alex everyone's done some things they're not proud of. It doesn't automatically negate the good things that they've done. I know there are things that I've done that I wish I'd never gotten involved in."

Darcy's last comment piqued Alex's curiosity and made her laugh, "Oh really? You mean the whole lily-white knight in shining armour thing is all bullshit? I am shocked and dismayed Darcy!"

"Pure and utter bullshit Alex. There isn't an honourable bone in my body." Darcy said with a chuckle.

They pulled into their spot and Darcy opened Alex's door for her. He followed Alex up the stairs and admired the view of her pert bottom being caressed by the material of her dress.

When they entered the apartment Alex turned and wrapped her arms around Darcy's neck then kissed him long and slow, pushing her body against his, letting him feel the heat from her. Darcy's hands slipped behind her, smoothing the fabric of her dress across her backside. Alex moaned softly.

She looked into Darcy's eyes and gave him a cheeky grin. "So which bed should I get into tonight lover?"

"Well which one would you prefer, yours or mine?"

"I guess ours it is then Darcy." Alex said as she skipped down the hall looking over her shoulder at him as she slipped into his bedroom.

Darcy smiled and followed Alex shaking his head, knowing that his 'roommate' would end off the night with a 'bang'. He found Alex laying on the bed in a sexy pose. She crooked her finger at him and he crawled onto the bed beside her. Alex snuggled into him and kissed his cheek.

"I want to dance for you Darcy, could you get my clasp?"

Darcy smiled at Alex, "With pleasure my pet."

Darcy unclasped the gold chain holding Alex's dress up. She held her dress up with one hand as she got off of the bed. Alex started to sway and gyrate to music playing in her head. She held Darcy's eyes with her own, projecting her raw sexuality to him. Alex's hips rolled as her head and shoulders rocked, tossing her hair into disarray.

"My god Alex, you are beautiful." Darcy said as Alex slowly dropped her dress around her ankles. She stepped forward and took Darcy's hand, pulling him up and slowly took his clothes off while she continued to dance.

Darcy's hands moved to her breasts as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

Alex placed Darcy's hands on the waistband of her thong, kissing him long and slow before telling him she wanted it off. Now. Darcy knelt in front of Alex and slowly pulled her thong off, then stood up and inhaled her musky aroma from the crotch.

Alex pushed Darcy back onto the bed then continued her dance as she straddled Darcy's crotch, rubbing and squirming against him. Darcy gasped, relishing the sensations Alex was creating.

She finally mounted him and slowly drew him deep into her pussy. They began moving, getting into sync and pleasuring each other with little touches, kisses and bites. They increased their tempo ever so slowly, gasping and moaning as their bodies were wound even tighter. Darcy was fondling Alex's breasts and ass as she picked up a bit more speed. Her rhythm changed as she ground herself down onto his swollen cock.

"Oh fuck Darcy, I want to cum so bad baby. I love how you feel inside me."

"I wanna cum too Alex, I want to fill you up." Darcy replied as he met Alex thrust for thrust.

Their movements soon gained a sense of urgency as their desire rose to ever higher levels. The room was filled with the sounds of sex, the slapping of flesh and the gasps, moans and grunts of lovers working towards their mutual release.

Darcy flexed his cock deep inside Alex's pussy. This set off a chain orgasm for both of them. Alex arched her back and screamed out her first orgasm to the ceiling. Darcy grunted and slammed his cock up into her spasming pussy as his cock throbbed and spilled its load of semen into Alex. When Alex felt Darcy's hot cum explode into her pussy she came again, her pussy clamping down onto his cock and rippling around it, milking it as she shuddered and cried out slumping onto his chest.

Darcy's arms held her tenderly as he murmured into her hair, "That was incredible Alex, you really are amazing. Where did you learn to dance like that babe?"

Alex slipped off of Darcy and lay cuddled next to him, "Remember how you thought I danced at the Garter? Well I do sometimes, it gives me a good view of the bar and any potential trouble-makers. And I pick up a few extra bucks"

"I kind of figured you did Alex. You know you don't have to keep working there if you don't want to." Darcy said as he gently stroked her back with his finger tips. 

He lay there with his arm around her, thinking about everything that'd happened over the past weeks. He liked Alex, he liked her a lot. He'd never felt this way about a woman before. Sure he'd thought he was in love with his ex, but there was always that little bit that got held back. Things that he didn't share with her, conversations they'd never had. It wasn't like that with Alex. He knew deep down that he would never keep secrets from her.




What's in a Name



Alex curled up in the crook of Darcy's arm with her head on his shoulder. She was completely at peace with the world, something she hadn't felt in a very long time. 'So this is what normal feels like,' she thought to herself. 'I could get used to this.'

After they'd caught their breath they began kissing again, slowly exploring each other's body. Each learning what the other liked, playfully tweaking and caressing. There was more than one outburst of giggling or laughter while they stimulated each other. They continued their lovemaking, slowly and gently bringing themselves to an even higher state of arousal than they had the first time they'd had sex.

When they finally climaxed it felt like it lasted for hours, aftershocks rocking their bodies making them both shudder with release.

Lying on the bed afterward, they both grinned at each other. Alex's hair was in disarray and they were both covered in a sheen of sweat.

Darcy looked into Alex's eyes and kissed her. "So I guess we're a little more than just roommates now eh?"

Alex chuckled softly, "Ya think? Not that I'm complaining mind you. So where do we go from here? Your family loves me so I don't think we can break up for fear of them disowning you."

"No, that would probably be a bad idea. So you're ok with this Alex? I mean, we've only been living together for a short time."

Alex propped herself up on an elbow, "Darcy if I wasn't okay with it I wouldn't have had sex with you tonight. When I'm with you you make me feel special. It's hard to explain but I feel like we have a very deep connection."

"I know Alex," Darcy said as he ran his fingers through her fine auburn hair. "I feel like I should know you but I can't remember from where."

Alex leaned over and kissed Darcy again before laying back down, "I'm sure we'll figure it out lover, in the meantime let's get some rest."



What's in a Name? Beth



As with the rest of the series, this is a work of fiction. Most places mentioned are real. All characters and events (including this introduction) are fictional.

This story is based on the "What's in a name" series. The original stories are written from the father's POV. These are written from the POV of the daughter (Beth). Beth has discovered her dad had written about their experiences, and writes her own story. She has access to the other stories, and will occasionally refer to them, but writes mostly from memory, so there are differences. A large part of her motivation is to cover things that 'Dad' missed, but there will be some repetition.

*****

Oh. My. God. 

Dad had Word open on his computer, and the name of the document was simply 'Ch. 2.' About half-way down the screen, it said "Chapter 2: The Beach" in bold type. At the top it said 'Notes:' in italics. The first note was the concept for the series - about how I had changed after changing my name earlier this summer. The second paragraph was about Collin's Beach, the clothing optional beach Dad and I went to most weekends. Dad was writing about our relationship!

It was Thursday and I had just gotten home from soccer practice. Dad wasn't due for another half-hour at least. At work that morning, a customer at the nursery had mentioned a web-site that I wanted to check out and I was too impatient to wait for my computer to boot. I saw that Dad had (as usual) left his computer on, so I decided to use his until mine was up. I didn't use his computer often, but he knew that I would occasionally use it to check something as I was doing now. The only rule he had was that if he left something work-related up (which he never did), I was to close it immediately. This clearly wasn't work related, but I don't think he ever expected me to see it. That's not necessarily true. He may have planned on showing me, but hadn't gotten around to it. Still...

Oh. My. God.

It only took a few seconds to find the first chapter, and I saw that there were more. Debating if I should start at the beginning or not, I finally decided to just bundle everything together and e mail it to myself so I could read them at my leisure. When I switched to g-mail, he was already logged in so I sent it from his account (I was still 'Johnny' in his address book). I then went to his 'Sent mail' folder to delete the copy, and then removed it from 'Trash.' Since he was hiding the stories from me, I felt justified in hiding the fact that I had found them. While going to my room to download the files, I decided to go ahead and start reading the stories from the beginning. After ensuring that everything on Dad's machine was as I had found it, I went to my laptop (which was still in what had been my bedroom). 

'Ch. 1' included the title of the series - 'What's in a Name?' Cool name. Bogus that he'd write about it without sharing it with me. His description of my feelings about my first name was just about spot on. I didn't mind being 'Joan,' but I hated the name itself, which is why I started going by my middle name a few weeks after graduation. I've now been 'Beth' for... has it been only six weeks? Within a few days of the change, I had already started seeing 'Joan' as another person. Dad knew I didn't like my name, so he had started calling me 'Johnny' years ago, but nobody else did (and I wouldn't have appreciated anyone else using it). In his story, he mentioned seeing an article on my notepad that 'set me off.' It was about Joan Rivers and Joan Collins - the two most famous people I can think of with that name and they were both about 80. That's what bothered her most about the name - even more than it being 'boring.' It was a name for old people, not for a young adult. I had been playing with the idea of changing my name when I graduated. When Dad brought it up, I totally went for it. I'm not sure why I chose Beth rather than Lisa, but it seems to have worked out well.

Shit. I hadn't even made it to page two when I heard the garage door opening. I minimized Word and opened a tab with the site the customer had mentioned. As soon as I had that page up, I switched back to my e-mail and moved the message with the stories to my 'Dad' folder. I'm not sure why I tried to hide what I was doing. It's not like Dad ever came into my room, but I felt compelled to hide the traces of my discovery. Dad called to me as he came in. I got up to give him a hug and kiss at the door. "Sorry I didn't get dinner started. I wanted to check a web site a customer mentioned, then got caught up in my e-mail." I don't lie often, but this time I felt justified. I used one of Lazarus Long's recommended techniques - tell the truth, but not all of it.

"What? No dinner? That's it, you're fired. Damn, you don't work for me so I can't fire you. I'd give you a spanking, but you'd probably enjoy it. To hell with it . Mexican or Pizza?" Dad had always been somewhat laid back, but never as much as this summer. Knowing that I'm part of the reason gives me a little tingle.

*******

OK, that's how I discovered that Dad was writing about me (and him). I'm still not sure how I feel about it - a little miffed that he apparently has no intention of telling me. Of course, now I'm writing about it with no plans of telling HIM. OTOH, it kinda cool reading about how his feelings about me have changed (and what the new feelings are).

I should provide a little background. If you've read any of his stories, you can skip this. When I was born, Mom insisted that I be named 'Joan Elizabeth' in memory of her favorite aunt. My parents separated when I was 14 and my older brother, Paul, was 20. Paul is attending graduate school in California, so we don't see him very often (although he'll send an occasional e-mail or text). During school, I spent weekdays (Monday thru Friday) at Mom's and I lived with Dad from Friday evening thru Monday morning. After finishing school, I've started coming to Dad's after soccer practice on Thursday, staying at his place until Monday morning.

I was too busy fucking Dad to look at my e-mail over the weekend (a common occurrence), so I finished reading the first installment during the week while I was at Mom's. I also glanced at the next few chapters. The subject of 'The Beach' was obvious from the title - the day after I tripped him (I like Jackie's phrase), I visited a nude (excuse me, 'clothing optional') beach for the first time (Dad has been visiting the place for years). 

The topic is also clear for 'Watersports' and 'Jackie.' They refer to things Dad and I explored after we started sleeping together. One thing puzzled me when I finished reading the first chapter - it seemed rough. Dad would occasionally ask me to proof-read something he'd written before posting it, and he's dissatisfied if there's a single instance where he used 'to' when 'too' was correct (the way his mind works, I don't think 'two' would ever be mistaken for either of the other two - no pun intended). There were a few times Word identified misspellings, but those were clearly intentional. The problem was that there were at least a half-dozen word usage errors. Even if he was writing these just so he could read them later himself (holy shit, I hope he hasn't considering posting them!) he wouldn't have tolerated that many mistakes. 

The following Thursday, I again got home before he did and checked his computer again. This time the Word document 'Ch. 3' (Watersports) was on the screen but I ignored it. I did a quick check, and found .txt files corresponding with each of the Word documents. I quickly mailed the .txt files to myself (again, deleting the evidence as I had before). This time, I didn't look at them right away, but got dinner started. I found the steaks he had marinating in the fridge (yum!), so I went out back and fired up the barbecue. I checked the microwave, and found Dad had already prepped for baked potatoes. We'd worked this out a couple years ago - these were already partially cooked, all I had to do was zap them while the barbecue was warming, and put them on about 5 minutes before starting the steaks. When he got home about ten minutes later, I had just put the potatoes on the BBQ, and I was curled up on the couch reading my notepad. When he saw that that I had dinner started he seemed almost disappointed. "Damn. I was hoping I would have an excuse to spank you when I got home."

I didn't miss a beat. "I'll make sure I fuck something up later and you can spank me then." We had started playing around the edges of Domination/submission almost from the beginning. (Note to self: is the first time he slapped my ass while fucking me at the end of the second chapter or the beginning of the third? I'm guessing it's at the beginning of chapter 3, since that's the story where we definitely left the rails of mainstream sex. OTOH, it also probably has the first time we used Missionary position. Of course, all this speculation is based on the assumption that he's as accurate in the later chapters as he was in the first). Our foray into BDSM hadn't gone beyond orders and spanking, but we've still got a couple months left.

I could retell the entire story from my perspective, but I have what he wrote. There are some obvious gaps in his story that only I can fill (I was there, but Dad wasn't, e.g. David). His description of what we did in bed seems accurate, but the perspective's wrong (not wrong, but totally different from what I remember), so I'll probably include those too. I'll try to avoid too much duplication, but include enough so readers who don't have his stories can still make sense of things. God, I'm writing as if THIS will be posted!

It's not surprising that he and Mom both noticed how I changed when I became Beth. I was probably more surprised than they were. I didn't say anything because I was trying to sort things out myself. I felt like I was a die that had just been rolled and I was waiting to see what number came up. This was when I realized that I was no longer 'Joan.' 

Joan was maybe a four (on a d6). She was smart, she could dance, and God help the forward who thought they could get past her on the soccer pitch. But off the field or stage, she tried to disappear. As Beth, I felt like a 6. It sounds conceited - OK, it IS conceited, but as Dad wrote, I was more self-assured and willing to stand up for myself. Joan was 'book-smart' and I didn't lose any of that, but as Beth, I was able drop all of the insecurities that Joan had carried - that she wasn't even aware of. 

I liked Dad's comment about the 'knickers.' "I noticed slightly racier (what did the British call them?) knickers in the pile I left on her bed." Yes, I did visit the 'intimate apparel' department to have myself fitted for bras (more on that later). While there, I decided to get some sexier panties to go with the new bras. I wasn't quite ready to start wearing thongs, but I got some high-cut panties. This was before 'that night' so it's not like anybody would ever see them (except my team-mates, who didn't even notice). Joan could never decide which was worse, going through a white load herself and sorting out HIS underwear, or leaving it, knowing that he would be handling HER underwear. She generally chose the latter (so she could pretend that the laundry had sorted itself). She was mortified the one time he took the extra step of folding her underwear - he'd done a hell of a lot more than touch it. Now, whoever gets home first (usually me) deals with it, including folding it and putting it away. We both enjoy playing with what's under it, so dealing with the underwear itself is no biggie. There are no surprises. He's already seen what I wear (and recently he's seen it on me, at least until one of us takes it off). From the times Joan had sorted the whites, I knew Dad wore briefs. David wore boxers (as did just about every guy in every porn story I've read). It's something to ask Dad about at some point. So far, I haven't found an appropriate time to bring up the subject of men's underwear.

As I suspected, the .txt files seemed to be the finished drafts. Which kinda makes sense - it takes a few seconds to bring up Word, while a text file comes up almost instantly. I started re reading the series in the .txt files and noticed some other changes as well. In the Word documents, it's obvious that the stories are about Dad and me. In the .txt stories, the fact that it was about Dad and me was still obvious to me. Anybody who knew us well (like my future roommates) might recognize us if they stumbled across it online. But he changed a few things so it's less likely that people would recognize us without us pointing out the stories. I could give examples of things he changed, but that would defeat the purpose. I'm writing this with similar obfuscation (I like that word).

As mentioned before, I was already considering changing my name before Dad suggested it, which is why I asked him to not be so dramatic. I also mentioned that I now see 'Joan' as a different person. 

The first sign of the change was after soccer practice the next day. At practice, I told the rest of the team about changing my name. Dad had called Jackie, Karen and Shannon the night before to tell them, and practice went on as usual. All of the coaches used our last names, so it didn't affect them where it mattered. The only places where Joan felt safe letting herself go were the soccer pitch and dancing on stage, so I didn't feel any different during practice. It wasn't until afterwards that things changed. I took a shower at Mom's as usual for Monday and started getting ready for work. Instead of grabbing a pair of jeans, I pulled a pair of slacks out of my closet. I also selected a blouse instead of the polo shirt I would normally wear. I didn't really think about it, I just made different choices. I made similar changes in my make-up. I had seen articles on the internet about make-up techniques for a 'professional' or 'office' look. I remem¬ber reading them, but never really paid attention. That day, I decided that that was the look I wanted. It didn't take more than an additional minute or two (and I had to borrow a couple things from Mom), but I was no longer looking at Joan. I smiled, and Beth smiled back at me from the mirror. The tennis shoes I normally wore to work stayed in the closet, and I wore casual flats. 

When I got to work, I asked for a new apron and carefully wrote 'Beth' in large flowing letters. The apron with 'Joan' in small block letters was shredded and thrown out. It took about a dozen people to operate the nursery, and I mentioned my name change to each associate as I ran into them. Four of them paused and said hello, shaking my hand as if I were a new employee. Those four never called me 'Joan' after that. The rest caught on fairly quickly. The owner and managers also noticed, and appeared pleased with the change. 

Joan would fill customer's order and suggest fertilizer or an additional plant or two - upselling 101. As Beth, I would read the orders critically. Landscapers knew what they were doing, so their orders were filled unchanged - if something seemed odd, I'd ask (and generally learn a thing or two). If I saw a homeowner with a mix of plants with different lighting needs or differ¬ent soil types, I would ask where they were being planted. If they were all going into the same bed, I would point out the problem, and recommend plants with similar needs (appro¬priate to where they were going). The customer is NOT always right, and part of good customer service is correcting them when they're wrong. I became adept at figuring out what effect they were looking for, and would make recommendations to help them get it. Someone moving into a new place had different needs than someone preparing to move out.

In addition to the changes in me, my relationship with those around me changed. Dad mentioned being blind-sided at how he looked at me differently as Beth. The change in how I saw him was more profound (and therefore more dramatic). Although I still called him Dad, it was due to habit. He was my dad and I still loved him, but I didn't love him as my father the way Joan did. My relationship with Mom changed too, but it was nothing like the change with Dad. When he coached my soccer team, both Jackie and Shannon had commented that he was hot. Joan had responded with a 'whatever' shrug - she only saw her dad. As Beth, I agreed with them. When I started to find myself attracted to him, I wanted to figure out a way to test my feelings. I decided that at real kiss - on the lips - would give me the best feedback. If I kissed him and it felt awkward, then it wasn't 'love.' I don't know how I came up with idea, but when I tried it, it was immediately clear that I felt a real attraction that was nothing like what Joan had felt. At work the next day I asked if I could have the following weekend off, and was told that I could. I didn't have anything like a real plan yet, but I knew that I wanted to change the nature of our relationship to something like I had had with David, and it would take some time to do it. I'm sure he noticed some of the extras I picked up when we went grocery shopping on Sunday, but he didn't comment on them.

About me and David: The relationship with him is another situation where I was Joan, but didn't feel like it wasn't me (as Beth). He and I broke up about a week before graduation. We didn't have a fight or anything, but we were going to different colleges in the fall, so we decided to end the relationship when we weren't seeing each other at school every day. He probably went along with it willingly because I refused to let him fuck me. We ended it before we were done with classes so others would know that we were 'available' for the summer. I wasn't planning on hooking up right away, but David seemed to have a couple possibilities in mind. 

About the only thing that wasn't exactly correct in what I had told Dad about us 'fooling around' is that the first time he came when I went down on him wasn't in his car. I had told Dad, "spitting it out in his car didn't seem like an option, so I swallowed it." Actually, we were on his bed, and I probably could have spit out at least some of his cum, but the first couple bursts were down my throat. At his encouragement I learned to deep-throat him soon after I started giving him head. He warned me he was going to cum, like a half-second before he started shooting his load. I had him in my throat with no time to react. I figured that since I had already swallowed most of his jizz, I might as well swallow the rest. The last bit was in my mouth, so I had already tasted it. If that had been an issue, I would still have to deal with it. I can't describe the flavor. I could understand how some may not like it and the texture was kinda weird, but I didn't find it unpleasant. I did blow him in his car, in fact that was the first place I gave him head, but he didn't cum the first few times I went down on him. 

As I told Dad, David went down on me once. It was right after the first time I had made him cum. Without a word, I smiled as I wiped my chin. I took off my panties, lifted my skirt and spread my legs. His cock had started to deflate, but sprung back to full attention the instant I lifted my ass to take off my panties. He had seen my bush before, but not like this. As soon as I spread my legs, his eyes locked onto my crotch and he started to scoot forward. My actions were totally an invitation, but not for what he obviously had in mind. I immediately dropped my skirt and closed my legs. I flipped onto my stomach, sucked his cock for a couple seconds, then pulled up his boxers. Hell, I had already gotten him off - it was my turn. When I turned over and exposed myself again, he got the message and lay down between my legs. 

I had been exposing myself by holding onto my calves, heels next to my ass. When he started licking me, I let go of my legs and was soon flat on my back giving him full access to my sex. I lifted my top and bra and tweaked my nipples while enjoying the feel of David's tongue on (in?) me. It felt good while he was licking me and I thought I was on the cusp the whole time. He licked the full length of my slit and stuck his tongue into me a few times. The fact that I wasn't doing it myself made it hotter than anything I had experienced before, but it was soon obvious that he didn't know what he was doing. He seemed determined to get me off, but everything he did was hesitant, almost timid. I never really got close to cumming and finally faked it so he would stop. In spite of the fact that I didn't cum, I knew that if he went down on me again, I probably would do anything to get that final release. I was convinced that the only way he could give me an orgasm would be to fuck me, and I wasn't ready for that. Knowing what I do now, I doubt that I would have cum even if he HAD fucked me. He asked me a couple times if he could 'taste me' again, but I declined, saying that I was uncomfortable because it was too much like fucking.




What's in a Name? Beth



After that, I gave him head whenever he wanted, and he came almost every time. Since I swallowed the first time, I continued to do so - like I said, I didn't mind the taste, so why not? I also let him play with me, but I didn't spread my legs like that for him again. He'd play with my boobs, or occasionally slip his hand down my pants (or up my skirt), and I was OK with that. I had told him that I didn't want his fingers in my vagina, so he didn't. He still liked to feel me out and I liked it when he did. It wasn't like I was 'saving myself for marriage' and I did care for David, but I didn't love him enough to 'go all the way' with him. 

I blew him because Dad said that I should. God, that sounds sick but it's true. I'd better explain. 

A few years ago, after I had started noticing boys but before I had started going steady with anyone, Dad talked to me about the song 'Paradise by the Dashboard Lights.' If you listen to any of the classic rock stations, you've probably heard it. It's by Meatloaf from 'Bat Out of Hell.' When I was a kid, one of my friends said it was her favorite song, so naturally I liked it too. Of course, we were too young to understand it at the time - I think we were about 8. If you haven't heard it, the title and a couple lines sum up the central theme: "We were doubly blessed. We were barely 17 and we were barely dressed." It's about two kids making out in a car. The second section has a baseball announcer calling part of a game. The batter barely makes it to first base, then steals second and third. It's all about the runner, and how he's almost called out at each base, but makes it each time. As the game is being called, you can hear the couple in the background exchanging whispers as they're making out. The whispered comments are appropriate to the 'base' the runner's on. Once I understood what was going on, I'd get wet almost every time I listened to it. Finally, the runner tries to steal home. The last line from the announcer is, "...and here's the play at the plate." That line is followed by the girl belting out, "Stop right there! Before we go any farther, do you love me?" She's willing to let him 'score,' but only if he promised to love her to the end of time. The song ends with, "I'm praying for the end of time, so I can end my time with you."

Dad and I were heading home from somewhere when the song came up on the radio. I was driving, so I had to be at least 15 at the time. Dad has always had me drive ever since I got my permit. The song was almost over when we got home, and he signaled for me to wait in the car with him until the end. When the song finished, he turned off the radio and we sat in the car talking about it. He pointed out that they both shared the blame for his 'praying for the end of time,' but SHE could have averted the problem. From the baseball analogy, it's clear that the guy was initiating everything, but she allowed it to progress to the final 'play at the plate.' At this point, all HE can think about is getting off. She, however, can deal with his frustration without surrendering her virginity. 

Just before we went into the house, Dad said, "You never give up the right to say 'no,' but you should be prepared to deal with any situation that you create. 

"Think about it."

It was maybe a year later that one of my friends was talking about how she had given her boyfriend a hand-job. I then realized what Dad had been talking about (and it also explained why he didn't come right out and say it). That song and Dad saying 'think about it' is why I agreed to go down on David. Last year, I could see that David and I were heading for the situation in the song. I also knew that I didn't want to go 'all the way.' We had been going together a while before I let him 'steal second' (remember, Joan wasn't comfortable with her breasts, so she was reticent about letting anyone else touch them). After we had rounded third, I may have been able to get away with giving David a hand job, but I felt I should give him something he couldn't give himself. From conversations in the girls room at school I figured giving head couldn't be too bad. The first time I went down on him we were in his car and he had my bush in his hand. As he was shifting to get his cock where his hand was, I was able to turn myself around so his cock ended up in my mouth instead. He quickly decided that that was almost as good - and was definitely good enough. 

After I was able to get him off, he was ready and willing to return the favor. But he didn't know what he was doing, and neither did I. Everybody knows that guys get horny and frustrated. I'm sure I'm not the only girl who's experienced similar frustration, but (as Joan) there was no way I would dream of talking about it with anybody. Instead, I almost always ended up masturbating in bed after a date with David. That's not quite right. I did myself after every date with him after I started going down on him. 

Dad also said something in his stories about me leaving 'one more button undone.' Yes, I started showing some cleavage, but the difference was that I finally got bras that fit correctly. I've mentioned that I don't have big boobs, and Joan tried to minimize what little she had. Remember, her goal was to disappear except on stage or on the soccer field. Big tits were a disadvantage in soccer, and boobs weren't accentuated for school performances in dance. We were in high school, but parents would probably complain if their daughters were anything other than 'little girls' on stage. Joan would occasionally join in the conversation about boobs in the locker room when changing for P.E or dance, but she would never initiate it. She was safely in the middle of the pack in the boob department. She got them a little early, but they stayed on the small side. 

As Beth, I'm proud of being a woman, and I like to accentuate it (to the extent that I can). A few days after I changed my name, I visited the lingerie department to get bras that would get my girls noticed. I asked a saleswoman to help me get the correct size and demonstrate how to adjust them for the most lift. I told her what I was looking for, and she helped me get it. This is something else Joan would never consider - letting someone 'handle' her boobs for any reason (David was the lone exception). The saleswoman also suggested styles of blouses that would help. Joan never wanted to have cleavage, but I do and like to flaunt it. The 'knickers' were an afterthought. People may notice the difference with the new bras but nobody would know about the panties (or so I thought). But I knew when I was wearing them and they made me feel sexy.

*******

Then came the day to put my plan into action. With the weekend off from work, I had all of Friday afternoon available to get ready and the next couple days to play around with Dad. Getting the house clean wasn't a big deal. Dad does a decent job of it, so there wasn't much I had to worry about. I made sure the laundry was done and shit like that. But I wanted two things to be perfect: dinner, and me. 

One of the 'extras' I had picked up on Sunday was a pork roast (one of Dad's favorites). I didn't get the recipe itself from 'Good Eats,' but I've watched the show enough that I'm sure it influenced the outcome (hence, my comment: "It's probably not as good as Alton's, but it should be edible"). I also made sure to have all of Dad's favorite fixings with it. I stopped by the store on my way home from soccer to pick up a few things I hadn't thought of on Sunday. I had already made sure that there was plenty of beer, so that was covered and I just restocked the 'fridge. I knew of a few places that generally didn't check ID, but I didn't want to have to risk it. I had considered wine with dinner, but decided that that would be too much. I wanted us to be just slightly tipsy by bedtime, but didn't want there to be any chance of him thinking he had taken advantage of me because I was drunk. The whole point was to get him into bed with me while making it clear that I had made a conscious choice to have it happen.

The difficulty in getting myself ready was deciding how far to push it. I wanted to look sexy enough to get Dad's attention, but didn't want him to suspect that I had anything planned. I knew he was comfortable with nudity (all I had to do was leave my door open after going to bed to confirm that, it was the easiest way to 'sneak a peek') but that would obviously be way over the top. I finally settled on a top with no bra, and some barely-decent shorts. The top was far from modest, providing enough support to give me some cleavage while open enough to show it. It covered my nipples so that they only showed when they wanted to be noticed. I had worn the shorts a few times earlier that summer, but with a bare belly, they appeared shorter. The high-cut panties weren't necessary, but they complimented the shorts. With David, I would probably have applied some perfume after my shower. I knew that Dad would prefer that I smell like me, rather than some flower. I didn't do anything special with my hair, and I used a little less makeup than usual, but with a focus on sexy. Like I said - it was a question of balance.

'Real Sex' may have been available 'on demand' but what we watched was an episode I found that Dad had saved on the DVR a while ago. Since he had saved it, I knew there had to be something that turned him on. I considered watching it while I was getting ready, but decided to watch it as a 'Real Sex Virgin.' It became part of my plan when I was deciding how to broach the subject. (The other option I considered was playing cards and changing the game to 'strip poker.') I had found the episode a few weeks earlier, and knew immediately how I would play it. We never turned on the TV until after dinner, so it was already cued when I went into the living room. I knew he would volunteer to do the dishes but I made sure that it wouldn't take him more than a few seconds. I wanted him in the living room with me. 

I didn't need to hide my smile when Dad set down his beer and stepped into the powder room for a second after seeing what I wanted to watch. I know guys can pee more quickly than girls, but still the toilet flushed way too soon. There wasn't enough time for him to pee, but more than enough time for him to adjust himself. When he came back out, I pointed out that I was old enough to watch the show, and asked if he minded. He was clearly shaken, but said it would be OK. I glanced at his crotch before he sat down in his recliner, and there was a definite bulge. I wondered how big it would be later. 

He finished his first beer quickly, which worked out rather well as far as I was concerned. It wasn't unusual for me to get something for myself and offer to get him something while I was up. This time, I was made it clear that I doing it for him and getting something for myself appeared to be an afterthought. When he didn't respond to my comment about liking beer, it just confirmed my suspicion that he knew there had been some at the parties I'd gone to in the past year or two. My assurance that I never had 'too much' at the parties was true. Mom had told me to be careful about drinking. Dad had told me why: when he was in high school some of his friends would get girls drunk so they could get into their pants. When I asked if I could have beer with him I pointed out that there weren't any boys with raging hormones. I don't know if Dad noticed that I intentionally overlooked the man in the room with too much blood in the wrong head.

I'm not sure who was more turned on as the show continued. The bulge in his pants became more prominent, but my nipples were up and I could feel the moisture between my legs. I was slightly embarrassed when I heard him gasp behind me when he came back to the living room with the next round of beers. I wasn't even aware that I was tweaking my nipple until I heard his reaction. I got over my embarrassment quickly, knowing what I was hoping to have happen later. I gave him a sheepish grin has he handed me the bottle (my second and he was holding his third). From that point on, we were both more aware of each other - I was watching him squirm, and frequently caught him looking at me. I didn't realize that I was practically masturbating in front of him until I read about it in his story. I just remember feeling very horny during the last part of the show. 

I had a slight head-rush when I got up from the couch after the show, so I stretched to get my blood flowing. After the dizziness passed, I realized that I didn't seem to feel the beer. When I got to the powder room however, I discovered that my modesty threshold had shifted considerably. Sober, I may have been willing to leave the door slightly ajar while I peed (Joan probably wouldn't have considered even that). After the two beers (or maybe because of the show), I left the door completely open when I dropped my shorts and panties to the floor. I couldn't see Dad, but I knew that he could see me as I intentionally stretched again before sitting on the toilet. As I was wiping myself I decided to not bother pulling up my pants. When I was scheming I had decided that I should be naked when I told Dad what I wanted. Initially, I had planned on undressing in my room. Since the shorts and panties were already around my ankles, I simply stepped out of them and kicked off my shoes. I grabbed them as I stood up. My top didn't even cover my navel, so he had a clear view of both my bush and butt. I had to imagine that I was still dressed to calmly walk by Dad on the way to my room. His eyes were glued to my pubes as I walked toward him and I assume there were glued to my ass after I passed. I dropped my shorts and panties in the hamper as I passed it. I bent at the waist to put the shoes under my bed and peeked between my legs. Dad was adjusting himself again while admiring the view I was giving him. After having walked past him naked from the waist down, taking my top off was easy. I was facing him, but again acted as if I wasn't aware he could see me as I unbuttoned it and threw it into the hamper with the rest of my clothes. 

The next minute or two would determine if my 'plan' worked. Completely naked, I returned to the living room and asked, "Where are we sleeping?"

Dad is rarely surprised by anything I do, but this entire evening was an exception. This moment was the high point. He was clearly shaken, but gave the answer I was expecting - that we would both sleep in our own beds. I then made my intentions clear, stating that I was standing naked in front of him for a reason. I explained how becoming 'Beth' had changed me, and the way I felt about him. I mentioned the comments my friends had made about him being hot and how Joan didn't see it, but I did. I know that I was flattering him, but everything I said was true. I also mentioned my fooling around with David. I admitted that the beer was part of my plan, and that it had worked for me. The obvious bulge in his pants was definitely a good sign, and I had no shame in pointing it out to him. 

He admitted that he looked at me differently than he had looked at Joan. It wasn't until he said this that I realized how large a risk I had taken in proceeding as I had. I thought seducing him would be a sure thing, but if he still viewed me as 'his little girl' he would never have considered giving me what I wanted. I could tell that he was struggling with himself, so I knew I had a good chance of winning him over. I was surprised by his question about how far things had gone between David and me, but I sat down on the coffee table and told him about it. I'm not sure why I said the bit about swallowing because we were in his car; it just seemed easier to describe it that way. I honestly liked giving head and didn't mind the taste. I told him about David going down on me the one time, but I didn't say anything about (not) cumming. I did confess that I didn't let him do it a second time because I was afraid that we would end up going all the way if he did. I don't know if Dad was thinking about the Meatloaf song when I told him about it. If he was, he didn't mention it then (or in his story). 

He then told me a little about his experience with Mom and oral sex. He liked going down on her, and she'd blow him but he was pretty sure she only did it because she felt obligated. He had cum in her mouth once, and she insisted that he tell her whenever he was close to so she could stop before he did it again. She also didn't like to taste herself and wouldn't even kiss him after he had gone down on her. I don't know of anyone who can think about their parents having sex without feeling uncomfortable about it, even though they know that they wouldn't exist without it. Talking with a parent about ORAL sex is even more awkward. The conversation that evening wasn't as bad for me as it might have been. In my mind, it was more about him having sex with me than about him and Mom. 

It was fun talking about sex with him - it kept making me hornier. Just sitting there on the coffee table naked in front of him was erotic. He tried to keep his eyes on my face, but they kept drifting south to my tits or pussy before jumping back to my face. He gawked when I told him about David going down on me. Without thinking about it, I had started spreading my legs when I mentioned spreading them for David. Dad couldn't seem to rip his eyes from my crotch which suddenly got even more wet. It was obvious where he was looking, and I quickly realized why. I had caught myself before I had opened my outer lips, barely. Instead of closing my legs, I dropped a hand to my lap in false modesty. Once my hand was there, I couldn't resist the impulse to slip a finger into my slit (where it stayed while I finished telling Dad about David's attempts to satisfy me). I removed the hand from my lap and licked my finger to demonstrate the fact that I liked how I tasted. This time I was aware of the fact that I was practically masturbating in front of him.

I finally latched onto the fact that we were both into oral sex, and threw it out there. "Since we both like oral sex, we could start with that." It was like I had flipped a switch that disconnected his brain and let his cock took over. 

Without a word, he stood up and walked to the master bedroom, undressing as he went. I followed him and sat on the end of the bed while he continued to the master bath. His clothes ended up in a neat pile next to the hamper. He left the door to the master bath open, so I was able to watch him pee (returning the favor?) from where I was sitting. I called to him, "I knew guys could pee standing up, but this is the first time I've seen it. I can now see why guys aren't as careful about making sure there's always TP." As he flushed, I pulled down the covers and was waiting for him as he walked over.

Dad's penis looked different than David's. The first thing I noticed was that it was longer. There was some stuff about circumcision in Sex Ed., but I didn't really pay much attention to it. I was interested in penises, but not in the clinical terms used in class. Like everyone else in the room, I also didn't want to think about them at all when adults were around. The head of David's cock was always at least partially covered by a flap of skin (when he deflated after I blew him, the head was completely hidden under the foreskin). The head of Dad's cock was completely exposed (even when he isn't hard, but I didn't find that out until the next day ; ). The skin covering the upper half of his penis had a different texture than the base, and the head was different from both. The tip had a texture kinda like crushed velvet. The upper part of the shaft was silky smooth, like lips. The skin on the rest of his shaft was like the skin on the rest of his body (with curly black hair at the base). It takes a while to explain something that I observed in a fraction of a second.




What's in a Name? Beth



As he was walking towards me, I noticed a drop of liquid at the end of his penis. I thought it might be piss, but realized that it was pre-cum when I licked it off. I was prepared to give him a full blow-job, but he stopped me a few seconds after I had taken him into my mouth. I kinda felt cheated but agreed to lie down when he asked me to.

He turned my face to his for a kiss, then slid his hands down to fondle my breasts as he lowered both of us to the bed. David had 'played with my boobs,' but Dad's touch felt completely different, and SO much better. After a long, slow kiss, his mouth drifted down to suckle them, first one, then the other. He dropped a hand from my breast to rub my bush. I spread my legs and the hand moved between them. He slipped a single finger into my slit like I had earlier. The finger then moved back to press against my anus and drifted forward. As it passed my vagina, it dipped slightly, just enough to acknowledge the opening before continuing. It paused again to press my clit, where he added a pinch that almost made me cum. He continued mimicking my earlier actions by carefully licking my juice off his finger and thumb. He then returned his attention to my breasts. I was already more turned on than I had ever been with David, and Dad hadn't even started going down on me. I closed my eyes to savor the sensations.

Suddenly he wasn't suckling my breasts any more. In fact, he wasn't touching me at all. I didn't realize he was lying between my legs until he nudged them apart. I took the hint, and spread them enough to completely open myself to him. He fingered me a bit more, gently and slowly. It wasn't at all tentative, but more like he was carefully, deliberately, exploring my sex. After tracing the outlines of my labia and brushing my clit, he gently put a finger into my vagina. I was completely wet, so it slid in easily. He seemed fascinated by my hymen. I could feel him stretching it. He lightly massaged it before he pushed the single finger into me. He was careful and clearly didn't want to tear it - which was the reason I had told David to keep his fingers out of my pussy. He gently pushed his finger into me until I felt the rest of his hand pressing around the opening. As he withdrew his finger, he stretched my hymen a bit more.

The finger was gone and was replaced by - nothing. It probably wasn't even a second, but it seemed like forever before I felt his tongue burrowing into me. It was nothing like the hesitant licks David had given me. This was determined, probing, and immensely satisfying. I didn't know a tongue could reach some of the places I felt it. He even seemed to find places I didn't know I had. After thoroughly exploring my pussy, he licked his way up to my clit, and latched onto it. Initially he suckled it like he had done with my nipples, but then it was more of a kiss. There was absolutely no frustration. His attention was pure arousal. The kiss was followed by him licking a circle around my clit before he latched onto it again and flicked it with his tongue. 

I exploded. 

I've given myself orgasms before, but they were nothing like this. He said that I whimpered as I came and I'll take his word for it. I have absolutely no memory of what I did at that moment. I only remember how I felt. The pleasure started between my legs, but was all-encompassing an instant later. I didn't realize that it was possible for something to feel so wonderful - like I was lost in complete physical ecstasy. The intense pleasure eventually subsided to a warm glow that lingered indefinitely. 

I had to return the favor. I was determined to give him the full blow-job he had denied me earlier. Dad was licking my vagina when I flipped him onto his back, climbed onto him, and took his member into my mouth. As mentioned, David had taught me how to deep-throat a cock and I did so almost immediately. Dad's hard-on was longer than David's, and therefore reached places that hadn't felt a dick before. As I pulled back for a breath, I felt Dad's tongue on my clit again. This was the first time I had ever done a '69' - every time I had blown David, I was between his legs. As soon as I felt Dad's tongue, I decided that this was way better. I had full access to Dad's hard-on, and he could eat me at the same time. I was pretty sure that I would cum again, but I was determined to get Dad off before I did. A benefit of my experience with David is that he wasn't shy about telling me what turned him on and what didn't. I hoped Dad had the same preferences as I focused on the former. 

While catching my breath, I held just the head in my mouth and stroked the tip with my tongue. I took another deep breath and took in his entire length again, to the point that my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I couldn't breathe, but I was still able to smell his masculinity. I kept alternating between taking him into my throat and stroking him with my tongue. In spite of my efforts to concentrate on giving Dad the best blow job I could, his mouth on my clit kept distracting me. 

He was using everything to stimulate me. In addition to sucking and licking my clit, he added kisses and nibbles. His hands were busy as well, he was kneading my ass with one while the other continued to fondle my breasts. I wanted him to cum down my throat, and he gave me enough warning that I had time to swallow him before he started shooting his load. As he came, I came again. If the first orgasm was an explosion, the second was fireworks - still bright and beautiful, but slightly less powerful. Having Dad cum down my throat at the same time was a pleasant side-show. I had to lift my head to catch my breath before he was completely finished. With his cum in my mouth, I couldn't help but compare its flavor to David's. I've already said I can't describe the flavor of semen - describing a difference in flavor is more difficult so I won't even try. I'll just say that I didn't mind David's cum, but I really liked Dad's. I savored it for a few seconds before swallowing.

I thought that I couldn't have an orgasm from oral sex. But Dad had just given me the two best orgasms in my life up to that point, and both were given orally. I was elated with how things had gone so far even if I WAS still a virgin.

I climbed off of Dad and noticed that he was still hard. According to just about every source I had seen, men reach the peak of their sexual performance at about 18 and then slowly fade. Since Dad was almost 50, I was surprised that he didn't collapse after cumming the way David always did. Dad's explanation almost made me blush. I knew I was in good shape (a few hours of soccer practice a day will do that), but I had never considered myself 'hot.' All the girls I've seen on porn sites were thinner than I was and had bigger tits.

Dad then brought up taking my virginity and he was clearly torn about it in spite of the fact that I had all but told him I wanted give it to him. I let him talk, and he gave me every reason to say no. I replied by reiterating how I had essentially set up the entire evening in the hope that he WOULD take my virginity. I didn't mention that I had waited until Friday so that we could spend the rest of the weekend fucking like rabbits and still fall within the 72-hour window for Plan-B (I was uncomfortable enough buying it, I wasn't about to ask it would work prevent pregnancy if taken before intercourse. I just remember reading that it was effective if taken within that time-frame after unprotected sex). 

His offer eliminated a final, unanticipated problem. As Beth, I thought I had the self-confidence to talk about anything. But I found that I could not ask him to take my virginity until he had offered to do so. I would have let him continue without discussion - I was somewhat determined to lose it that night - but I appreciated the opportunity to talk about it first. When he mentioned that he had had a vasectomy, I almost felt cheated - we could have started a day earlier, but that was water under the bridge. We were in bed together, naked, and he wanted to take my cherry as much as I wanted to give it to him.

It was important to me that he knew that I was giving him an explicit, emphatic 'yes' to proceed. Just like I didn't want either of us to be drunk enough that our judgment would be in doubt. After all the news stories about rape over the preceding six months or so, I had to be sure he knew that I wanted this, even though I didn't - couldn't - explicitly ask for it until he broached the subject. 

Oregon believes in complete sex education - none of the 'Abstinence Only' bullshit that some other states insist on (in spite of Bristol Palin) - so I knew about birth control and STD's from school. In addition, both Mom and Dad had talked with me about 'safe sex' before. Dad tended to be more practical (like discussing the song), while Mom always talked in more general terms. The discussion that night was the most direct and intimate instruction I had ever received. Both the circumstances and the directness ensured that I would not ignore it and could not forget it. One part that stood out was that any guy who wanted to have sex with me had damn well better have protection (and I should "picture his 'nads as a soccer ball and myself scoring from a goal kick" if he doesn't). OTOH, I should have protection with me if I tried to seduce a guy. 

From the way he had fingered me earlier, it was clear he knew I was a virgin. From his ability to make me cum (twice!) orally, he definitely knew how to satisfy a woman. His confession of inexperience in dealing with virginity was therefore a bit of a surprise - he certainly knew what he was doing with his finger. When he suggested using a position I had never seen or heard of, I immediately went along with it - he had already demonstrated that he knew what he was doing. He asked me to lie on my side, and lift one leg in the air. I hadn't consciously pointed my toes at the ceiling, but as he surmised, that was from my years of dance training. The following events have been seared into my memory but the overriding impression is pleasure. It started with pressure on my leg as he straddled it on the bed. This was followed by the warmth as he pressed his erection against my thigh before pressing the head into my sex. I wasn't sure what would follow. 

OK, I had an idea of the 'big picture,' but was unsure about the details. Actually, I had two different, almost contrasting 'pictures.' Joan had two distinct circles of friends at school - the soccer team, and her class-mates from dance. Some of her friends from dance had confessed that they had 'given themselves' to their boyfriends and complained of being sore for a week. Soccer team-mates mentioned that it hurt a bit, but it wouldn't impair their performance in any noticeable way the next day. 

I felt his member entering me, and expected it to hurt almost immediately. He paused when the full head of his cock was in me and I could feel the tip pushing against my hymen. It was uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt - kinda like getting a hickey. After the pause, he didn't just push through my hymen but continued very slowly, stretching it until it tore. I don't remember making a sound, but he says that I squeaked. It hurt, about like a pinch, but it was less than even the other soccer players described. I almost didn't notice the slight pain because of the immense pleasure that came on its heels, as he finally thrust into me completely. Soon my senses were overwhelmed by that pleasure. Just thinking about it now is making me wet - weeks after the event. Feeling him inside me, it was like he was filling a void I didn't realized I had. Everything before - even the two earlier orgasms - were cast into a different light. What I had thought of as the main course then was only an appetizer, leaving my body waiting for what he was now giving it. 

Damn. I knew it would be difficult to describe, but I was hoping it was possible. If you've felt it, you know what I'm talking about. If not, I can only hope you have the opportunity. Guys must feel something different. I've heard that it's supposed to be better. In all honesty, I doubt that it could be.

Like I said, after Dad pushed through my hymen, he buried himself in me completely. It was as if my entire being was focused on what he was doing. When his pubic hair brushed my upraised thigh, I felt it. He was hugging my upper leg as his balls were sliding along my lower leg. He pulled out to where just the head of his penis was in me, but he re-entered before I could think to complain. The sensation of his erection moving in and out of my vagina would have certainly caused made me cum before long, but he seemed intent on attacking on all fronts. The hand that wasn't hugging my raised leg alternated between tweaking my nipples and rubbing my clit. I could feel every point of contact between us; my raised leg held against his chest, the pressure of his ass pinning my lower leg to the bed, even the stubble on his cheek rubbing my ankle. But my attention was focused on what was happening between my legs - his cock pumping into me and his hand stroking my clit.

I came with the largest explosion of the night. My orgasm had all the intensity of the first explosion with the beauty of the fireworks. When I felt him shooting his semen into me, it kicked the whole experience up another notch. My heart was pounding so hard, I could hear it. Every part of my body was wracked by overwhelming pleasure. Again, my entire universe was the pleasure of the experience. Time stood still. 

I knew he had cum (again), but he stayed in me and continued pumping. Clearly he wasn't done and I discovered that I wasn't either. It took only a handful of additional strokes before we both came a second time. Again, the second orgasm was slightly less intense than the first, but still more pleasurable than anything I had experienced before that evening. It was only after we both had cum a second time that he let go of my leg and pulled out of me.

I had to taste him again. When he rolled onto his back, I climbed back onto him in a '69' position. By now, his erection had faded considerably. I licked our combined juices from around his shaft and balls before taking his spent member into my mouth. After a second I dropped it to comment, "I've tasted myself and a guy's cum before, but never both at the same time. It's a pretty good combination." After taking him back into my mouth, his cock started to swell. I knew he had stamina but I didn't know that it applied to his sex as well. I certainly didn't mind and went with it. 

I started licking and sucking as I had earlier, and added some tea-bagging. He slowly returned to full mast, and I was able to take him into my throat. While I was 'cleaning' him, he was returning the favor, alternately licking my vagina and my clit. His tongue penetrated me again, but not with the earlier intensity. He really seemed to be trying to 'clean' me - when he wasn't licking me, he was sucking lightly on my vagina. When he sucked on my clit a short time later, I came again. It wasn't mind-blowing, but with all of the previous orgasms, I won't complain. I continued the blow-job until he came again. It was clear that he was also 'spent.' He came in my mouth, and I had no trouble holding all of it until he was finished before swallowing. As we were kissing afterwards, I could taste myself on his lips and suspect he could also taste his cum on my lips. We were both tired so it wasn't long before I rolled over and he spooned with me while I fell asleep. 

*******

When I woke the following morning I was a bit disoriented. The first thing I noticed was that I wasn't wearing the t-shirt and panties I normally slept in. In fact, I wasn't wearing anything. There was also a warm mass beside me, like there was somebody else...

Last night came back in a pleasant rush (and some moisture between my legs). I was almost afraid to open my eyes, fearing that I might find that it had all been a dream. The was a slight sting inside me from what happened last night, reassuring me that is was real. I took a breath and opened my eyes.

Dad almost always woke up before I did, and that morning was no exception. It was different, in that instead of hearing him puttering around outside my bedroom, I opened my eyes to find him sitting up in bed, looking at me with a smile. I was on top of the covers, so he could see all of me. He asked if I remembered using the family changing rooms when we went swimming. Since he and I had changed together until I was, I don't know, maybe 8? it's not like I would forget, and I said so. He said that he was thinking about the last time he had seen me naked. I'm a little surprised that he hadn't 'sneaked a peek' during the years I had been living with him - God knows I had (remember what I said about leaving my door open?) - but I let it slide. When he commented that I had changed a bit since then, I ignored the obvious (boobs and bush) and made some off-hand comment about my height. He chuckled.

[Side note: In his stories, I giggle and he chuckles - without exception. I've checked more than once and he is absolutely consistent in this. Am I being unfair to nit about it, or is there an actual difference in the way women and men react to mild humor? Maybe it's like men getting hard when aroused while women get wet (although there are physical differences behind that). In any case, in his stories I giggle and he chuckles, but both of us would occasionally laugh.]

He climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I kinda wanted to watch him pee again, but that would mean moving to the foot of the bed, which required too much work at the time. When he was done, he pulled on his sweat pants, and went out to make coffee. He usually grabbed the paper off the front porch, and he did so today; I heard the front door open and close. I would occasionally join him in the kitchen and knew he scanned the editorial page before turning to the comics while waiting for the coffee to brew. Today, I finally got up to grab a change of clothes from my room and my tooth-brush from the other bathroom. I was brushing my teeth in the master bath when he came in with two steaming mugs. I flashed him a frothy smile saying, "I was hoping we could get ready together." 

He agreed and said something about having someone to wash his back. When he went back to the bedroom to take off his sweat pants, he commented on how he shouldn't have bothered putting them on. He said he only wore them to cover himself when I (Joan or Beth) was around. I agreed that it no longer made sense, since I had already seen everything, and liked to look in any case. He then mentioned that he was generally more comfortable naked than dressed and this somehow led to a discussion of locker-room etiquette. 

At public pools, children under about 5 of either gender would use the locker room appropriate to the parent if the Family rooms were all in use (a common occurrence). According to Dad, it wasn't uncommon for young girls to be intrigued by male plumbing. The father of the child was the only one who would 'see' her when she was undressed but otherwise interactions were like any other public place. I have vague memories of changing in the Men's locker room, but don't really remember much. After I was 5, Dad and I would wait for a Family Changing room. Before that, Mom was generally with us, and I would change with her (again, if a Family Room wasn't available). Dad said that most guys didn't bother covering themselves when they changed, but about half would wear a towel while walking between the lockers and the shower. The showers themselves may or may not be separated. Looking at another man's 'junk' (his term) was about the only taboo.

When I was old enough (in his opinion) to use the woman's locker room by myself, he and I changed separately when we went swimming. However, most of my experience with locker rooms was from school (PE, dance, and soccer) so I had them in mind while we talked. 




What's in a Name? Ch. 01



With many, many thanks to LissaSue for editing my stories! Without her, I would not have come far. 

***

Blackness enveloped her like a suffocating blanket. Struggling for air, her chest rising but inhaling no comforting oxygen, her body convulsed, trembling in its bindings. The pain made her mind numb. She couldn't remember how long she had been left there, chained to the ceiling. Her body screamed and she felt like she was on fire. Stars started dancing before her eyes, tempting her to give in to the fatigue. Desperately she tried to shrug the all-consuming darkness, but her strength failed her. Then again, the blackness was painless, thoughtless, and she was so tired. So tired. A new wave of the thick cloud hit her. She welcomed the overwhelming depth of the numbing pool, immersing herself in it this time. She didn't care anymore.

***

A searing pain shot through her back, pulling her from the comforting void. Voices started entering her mind. They sounded angry and exited, words indiscernible. She tried to remember where she was. The burning sensation from her wrists and arms told her she was dangling from the ceiling again. 

Again? 

The memories hit her. They had tortured her. For days or weeks or years. Time had no meaning anymore. She had cried, screamed, begged, told them everything she knew but it had not stopped. All she remembered was pain. She didn't know what to say anymore, drained from every emotion she had ever had.

She tensed at a whooshing sound behind her. 

Pain exploded from her back as the sound changed into a sharp crack and a moan escaped her lips.

"Boss," a low male voice behind her called, "she's come round."

"Start questioning her again."

Her eyes shot open to the familiar voices, her heart quickening in fear. The two men stood before her, smirking at her pain and anxiety.

"Are you ready to answer us yet my dear?" the dark taller man asked her.

She was in the same room again. Windowless concrete walls surrounded her and her captors, a heavy steel door right behind her. The rough poured floor scraped the soles of her feet as she tried to reposition her weight. She had difficulty focusing her mind on the man before her, the pain distracting her from his words.

The taller man nodded to the blond one, gesturing him to begin the questioning. He moved up to her, his eyes holding hers. With a slight smile he extended his hand to her right shoulder, softly stroking the tender bone.

"This has been going on long enough, little girl. Why don't you tell us what we would like to know?

His hand slowly tightened on her shoulder. She felt the bones scrape sickeningly beneath her skin, pain radiating where his hand pressed the joint. Suddenly he turned his hand, twisting the broken bones. A moan escaped her lips again. Heaving, the emptiness of her stomach prevented her from throwing up. 

"Tell me your name."

Dehydrated, she had no tears left. She did not know. She had told him everything. Every name she had ever used in her life. Her pen name, avatar, alias, e-mail, pseudonym, her login. He wanted to know another name. She could not remember other names. Could not remember ever having had one. 

A name. 

Her name.

She shook her head in desperation, looking at him beggingly.

He backhanded her. Her head lurched sideways as the throbbing pain in her cheek marked his hit. Stars danced before her eyes and it took her some seconds before she realized that warm blood trickled down her nose and cheek. The feeling distracted her, surprising her that her body had blood left to bleed.

He roughly grabbed her hair, forcing her to look at him again, regaining her attention.

"Tell me your name!"

"I don't know." The words left her mouth trembling, her throat straining to produce them.

His fist again collided with her cheek, pain radiated from her face as well from his hand in her hair. 

He released her, thoughtlessly throwing strands of her long blond hair to the floor.

Before she was able to catch her breath his knee connected forcibly with her stomach. She lurched over, breath forced form her lungs as he continued to torture her body. His hand and feet kept connecting with her, at her back, her stomach, her shoulders. Pain took over her mind, forcing all thoughts from it. 

Unable to sustain her weight she slumped in the chains, blood trickling down her body. She tried to scream but no sound came from her anymore. It was too much. She could not take it anymore. Brokenly she waited for the darkness to envelope her again. To immerse her in nothingness.

The taller man looked at the man's work approvingly. She was broken, the information he wanted in his reach. Leaning against the wall he watched the mangled girl before them, desperation leaking from her pores. 

They would have to start thinking of a way to dispose of her.

The blond man grabbed her hair again, forcing her to stand. "Tell me your name!!"

She sobbed: "I don't know."

His lips pressed together in a thin line. Taking her naked body in his hands, he turned her facing the door with a swift movement. 

He recovered his knife from his pocket, trailing it slowly over her body. He felt her skin shiver beneath him, her pain and despair arousing his manhood. His erection strained in his pants. He looked forward to taking care of that later, the memories of her whimpering fuelling his desire. 

Softly he whispered in her ear. "Last time little girl. Tell me your name."

No reaction came, he had not expected one. He pressed his knife in her back, braking the soft skin. Her screams echoed in the room, her body trashing trying to escape the ministrations of his knife in her back. Lust covered his eyes as he slowly traced a roster in her skin, blood seeping from the cuts.

She fainted. Smirking he looked at her body, dangling from the chains. One or two more days and she would spill. Then he would have his way with her. 

He looked over to his boss. An approving nod confirmed they would wait for her to come round again. That would take a while, he smirkingly thought. He turned to exit the room, walking to his own quarters. Time he'd use to thoroughly sate his lust.

***

He closed the door behind him, locking it automatically. He had a few hours off until they would continue working on the girl, which he planned to use to relieve his straining cock. Now back in his room he no longer could contain himself. With a swift movement he released his penis from its breeches, stroking it as he walked to his bed. 

His clothing now just being a memory on his body, he replayed the interrogation techniques he had used on the girl in his head, lingering at the screams and moans he had produced from her. He caressed his balls and penis, using the memories to fuel his lust. 

Breathing heavily he felt the feverish warmth spread from his low abdomen to the rest of his body. Slowly he pumped his cock with his fist, moaning at the delicious sensations this produced. How hot her tears and begging had made him, his cock painfully hard, trying to break out its binds.

Moving his hand up and down his cock, he led his thoughts trail of to even more explicit fantasies. He imagined how he would take her. How he would slide his penis up her thigh, inside her dry warmth. Her screams would fill the room and he would rape her until she bled from her raw fucked pussy. 

She would trash in her bindings, unable to get away from him and unintentionally squirm her body against his, fuelling his desire. He closed his eyes at the fantasy. He thought of how he would brutalize her, force her to receive him, his breathing spiking from uncontrolled arousal. 

He grabbed his blanket, holding it like he was holding the girl, imagining that the friction it caused against his skin was her skin caressing his heated flesh. He felt his penis respond to his mental pictures, felt his balls contract. 

His fist tightened around his shaft, moving faster, caressing himself. The pulsing need tried to break out of him, to drown him in bliss. Suddenly his orgasm hit him. His balls contracted deliciously, his penis exploding in sweet agony. 

Warm seed pulsed from the tip of his cock, coating his abdomen as he rode the bliss of his height. The picture of his cock sliding in and out of the girls cunt was etched in his mind, draining his cock from his seed. He decided he would do that do her in real life soon, coat his cock with her warm pussy. 

The aftermath of his orgasm coursed through him and he heaved a content sigh. His lust satiated for the moment, he grabbed a towel from the floor and cleaned his stomach from the results of his erotic fantasies. 

Drowsy warmth enveloped him and he made himself comfortable in the bed. He fell asleep thinking of his next session with the girl, a smile curving his lips. It would be the best they'd ever had.

***

His alarm woke him some hours later, his body comfortable from the warmth of his bed. He swiftly rose and dressed himself in jeans and a shirt, not bothering with any underwear. He looked forward to another session with the girl. His cock already stirred in his pants, it anticipated a sweet evening. 

He grabbed his knife and keys and left his room heading to the cell they had left the girl hanging some hours earlier. He walked from the living wing of the building past the brightly lit offices. His badge opened the door to the closed section, a hallway covered in reflective steel behind it.

His anticipation rose as he neared the door of the cell. Today they would take the questioning to another level, aiming to break the girl and retract the required information. He felt his lust slowly rising, breathing heavily through his nose as he thought about the techniques he would to make the girl talk. 

He entered the cell, his boss already there. A shiver ran down his spine. The dark haired man always creeped him out. His eyes black in an unnatural beautiful face. He let him play with the business relations who needed some persuasion, which easily made up for the fact he always looked at everything like he could kill something any minute. But he still was creepy.

The girl was still unconscious. Her chest barely rising as she breathed in and out. Although she was emaciated and covered in bruises and cuts, he still found her beautiful. Her natural beauty still shone through her mangled form. His eyes trailed her body as he walked to the chair in the corner. 

She was blond and petite, standing only five foot three. She used to have luscious womanly curves until they decided to put her on a diet. She had lost her curved but the echo of her radiant beauty still enchanted him.

He used the chair for support as he started undressing himself again. He folded his clothes and left them in a neat pile on the chair. Naked, his erection standing from his hips he took his position in front of the girl. His hand grabbed her hair, roughly forcing her head up.

"Time to wake up little girl".

She opened her eyes, her eyes connecting with his, struggling to focus. With a shock she realized he was naked, lust burning from his eyes as his hands moved to her body. He stroked the sides of her naked form, roaming the damaged skin. He looked questioningly to the taller man.

"Go ahead," he snarled, "fuck her." The dark man turned from the room leaving the two behind. Before he closed the door he barked his last instructions: "you will inform me of any changes." 

He nodded to the dark man and turned to the girl as he heard the door closing behind him. Slowly smiling, he roamed his eyes over her body, lingering at the triangle between her legs. He moved himself to her body, pressing her tightly to him. Her cold body cooled his warm skin, causing a tingling sensation that made his cock jump. 

Panic fluttered through the girl. She felt his erection press against her stomach, his body-heat nauseating her. She tried to squirm away but he tightly held her in his arms, his head moving to the juncture between her chest and neck. He started licking her there, his tongue trailing a wet path from her shoulder to her ear. Lingering there he breathed softly in her ear: "I'm going to fuck you little girl. Impale you on my cock until you beg me to end your miserably life."

"Tell me what we want to hear little girl and I will gladly oblige."

She shuddered, trying to close her mind from what was happening. He moved his body around her, his hands on her breasts, pinching them painfully. One hand trailed her abdomen and hip, leaving her body after stroking her ass. His body moved against her back again, pulling her in his arms. His erection straining against her bottom. 

Her heart raced in her chest, her mind clouded by fear and fury. He would rape her. After all the pain he had inflicted on her, this would be his final act. 

She was surprised by the intensity of the rage that built in her. She felt the fury rise in her body, a red wave that clouded her mind and vision. She felt it pulse through her, beating against her chest, trying to get out. 

It suddenly changed into something she no longer had control over. Waves of energy, fuelled by her hatred crashed through her, tingling her insides. It became more and more intense, concentrating in a single point inside her stomach, pulsing there like a supernova waiting for release. 

She exploded. 

The energy crashed from her body, cutting her senses from her surroundings. Waves of heated force pulsed from her, one after another, beating against her surroundings. Draining her from her energy. From everything she had left. She felt exhausted. A peaceful cloud entered her mind, comfortable warmth spreading to all her limbs. 

With a start she realizes she felt happy. White light covered her mind, driving her unconscious and she contentedly felt herself falling in to its deep depths. 

Oblivion.

***



What's in a Name? Ch. 02



Many thanks to my hard-working and supporting editor LissaSue! Enjoy!

***

The Rivers building, seat of the board of directors of the Rivers company, dominated the city's skyline. The intricately designed building towered over the city, dominating the view.

The company had been founded when the city was still a little village with no more than 3000 inhabitants. One hundred years later it had brought growth and prosperity to the city until it now was the pivot in the state's economy.

The company was led by Alexander De L'Ile and Dominic Orion, two previously unknown young men who had moved into the city the same time they had taken over the company. Nobody knew how the succession of power in the company was arranged but as the two had managed to increase the company's revenue significantly in the last few years, no-one really cared.

They were both handsome, and extremely so. Single too, cheered by the female population of the city while their husbands and boyfriends grieved the fact. Although they frequented the more expensive bars and restaurants they did not really mingle with the city's inhabitants nor did they date.

A fact lamented by the female population, the male half heaving a relieved sigh.

The men were somewhat of a mystery to the city's inhabitants. Although they always were kind and polite, they exuded an air of maturity and something like power not really fitting their young age. Still, nothing unusual happened and over the years everyone had grown accustomed to the handsome friends, heads no longer turning curiously as they walked by.

This morning they had started working early, both in their offices of the top floor of the Rivers building. The view from this floor was the best in the city: even the mountain range in the far distance was visible from its height.

Alexander was sitting at his sun poured desk, surrounded by the quiet hum of his computer. The stack of papers with finished work was growing steadily as he worked his way through the pile of files his secretary had presented him with this morning.

He looked up as Dominic walked into the office with a mischievous grin on his face. "I've got the representatives of the computer suppliers in my office."

Alexander rolled his eyes wearily. "What did they want this time? Coffee-makers with their name engraved in it or just a Caribbean vacation with a personal man-servant?"

Dominic grinned at his friend. He was not far of the truth. "The last time I spoke them they again had a new contract specifying the most ridiculous demands. They actually wanted ten thousand pounds of computer shaped candy with their brand on it."

Alexander looked at him unbelievingly. "They really are stark raving mad."

"Yep," Dominic cheerfully answered, "but I convinced them that I had an even better contract and they signed it last week. Today they're actually coming over to start replacing the computers."

"Oh!" Alexander said surprised. "How did you ever manage that?"

"I promised the corporate directors a drive-ready Mercedes in their favorite color."

"That's generous!" he answered a bit grudgingly.

"Well yeah, it would have been... But I've got them to sign a contract specifying miniature cars." Dominic said snickering.

Alexander could not contain his laugh. He nodded approvingly at his friend who just exited his office with a last wink. Grinning he returned to face the pile of files that was still staring at him. Sifting through it he choose one of the older files to work on.

He sat like that for some time, working slowly but steadily through the file. Suddenly he looked up from the papers on his desk, startled by the sudden wave of... of what exactly?

His brows furrowed as he felt a jittery consuming feeling course through him, crashing against his insides. The scorching heat pulsing from it hollowed out his energy until some seconds later it abated as sudden as it had hit him, leaving him with a strange exhaustion.

For a few seconds he felt like he had run a marathon, or rather, like he had run to the moon. Breathing heavily he tried to shake the feelings off but suddenly it all passed, leaving him as if nothing had happened.

He looked around his office, seeing nothing out of the ordinary and heard the wary mental call of Dominic, his fellow director and close friend.

"Alex," he called, "felt that too?"

"Yeah," he answered affirmatively, "you ever felt something like that before?"

"No, does feel disturbing though. Man, I feel like I've been hit by a battering ram."

Alexander sent a mental nod to his friend, shortly followed by his mental gasp. "It's starting again."

A few seconds later Alexander picked up the sensations too. This time they weren't uncomfortable though. They felt like a tropic sea gently rocking the cliffs, subtly tickling his mind.

He waited until the gentle warmth abated again, but to this surprise it didn't. It just kept pulsing softly through his body, accompanied by a subtle sense of direction to somewhere in the city.

"Do you feel like they're directing you to somewhere too?"

"Yeah," Dominic answered as he walked in his office, "to somewhere in the North-East of the city. Don't you think?" Alexander eyed the tall man walking in his office, his golden blond hear styled after the latest fashion. His shoulders were tense in the tight fitting suit that accentuated his athletic body, mirroring his own restlessness.

Frowning they turned from the center of the room, looking through the glass wall that separated them from the sky. The magnificent view covered the entire Northern half of the city, the other half visible from Dominic's office.

It was a lovely morning. The golden sun covered the city with its friendly shine, drying it of the light rain that had fallen in the night. The city was fresh and green, people walking down the streets and across the park to their work as a light breeze swept across the sidewalk.

Except for the exceptionally good weather for the time of year, nothing looked out of the ordinary.

Still Alexander felt anxious. In his long life he had never come across something like this. Although the sensations were no longer disturbing as the first crashing wave had been, they still made him somewhat uneasy and restless.

His eyes swept the city until they rested on the collection of grey concrete buildings some 20 miles out of the city's border. He located the origin of the waves somewhere there where the industrial terrains had been built. Was this something they could ignore?

Pondering the strange sensations he heard Dominic's decision as he made his own:

"I'll finish the meeting with these brand geeks. You get the car?"

***

She blinked her eyes at the blinding light surrounding her, trying to shake of the feeling of stupor she had emerged from just moments before. She felt somewhat disconnected from her body, as if she was floating some inches above her own head. A feeling quite comfortable actually she realized amused.

She recognized the energy that floated through her from the moment before oblivion had claimed her and tried to examine it more closely. Her mind couldn't catch it though, slipping through her thoughts as she tried to zone in on it. She didn't mind, it was warm and comfortable and made her feel like she was soaking in a nice hot bath.

She heaved a contented sigh and tried to turn to an even more comfortable position. Frowningly she realized her wrists were stuck somewhere. This surprised and disturbed her somewhat. How could she be comfortable and tied up at the same time?

Trying to pull her thoughts together from the light-headedness she realized she still was dangling from the ceiling. Pain radiated through her body and she was cold. Still, the sensations only mildly registered in her mind.

 Fuelled by her increasing distress, the waves inside her became more intense. Living a life of their own they tried to float her back to the oblivion. A bit annoyed she found she still could not catch them, they just spiraled out of her conscious thoughts. She shrugged and luxuriated in her comfort zone for some time.

She floated there, sense of time entirely lost to her. Still, something was off. It became harder to ignore the nagging memories that surfaced on the horizon of her mind. Flashes of pain, thirst and tiredness hit her as she became more and more unable to suppress them, fear enveloping her as the memories tried to expel the comforting sea that floated inside her body.

Her breathing spiked, cold sweat running down her body. Fighting her chains she tried to escape the inevitably nearing pain, her own mind that pulled her back from her warm surroundings. Suddenly the waves surged, as if they were fighting her own anxiety.

The intense force washed away the black pools of pain. It left her comfortable again, her breath turning normal as the tension left her. Trying to keep her thoughts together she felt the warmth crashing against her mind as if it was trying to drown her too, increasing in force every time it hit her.

She lost the trail of her thoughts, the comfortable void surrounding her again. She relaxed in the oblivion. Her mind as blank as her surroundings.

***

The expensive flashy red Aston Martin emerged from the private underground garage, tires squeaking on the road as it turned on the main road to the Eastern border of the city. It sped through the streets as they headed downtown, zigzagging through the morning traffic.

Inside the car Alexander and Dominic sat quietly next to each other, both trying to zone in on the origin of the waves that rocked gently through them as they drove downtown. Alexander scowled impatiently at the traffic that prevented him from chasing his car at full speed to the city's suburbs. Domic agreed with his friend's impatience, a look of chagrin on his face.

He could no longer contain his annoyance: "What's the point of driving a car when it's faster to crawl?"

Alexander snorted. "It was your idea to invest in the local economy when we founded the company. I wanted to start a business in Africa."

"Still no traffic there" he cynically added.

Dominic rolled his eyes. "Yeah, we we're still driving horses at that time. How was I to know those idiotic humans would develop new transportation this fast? One day you're still feeding sugar cubes to your horse, the other day you find a fancy car in your stables."

Alexander smiled. He hadn't expected that either when they had hit the continent of the United States more than a century ago. A car behind them hit the horn as he tried to turn left and the tension inside the Aston Martin rose again. Scowling in his rear mirror Alexander imagined turning the tiny black car in a Ford pretzel, sending a murderous look to the gangly youth behind the wheel.

They grew quiet again, the quiet drumming of Alexander's fingers against the wheel the only sound as the car slowly neared the city's border. Finally the traffic dispersed, leaving the road free to hit the gas.

They only had five miles ahead of them before they would reach the industrial zone and Alexander tried to zone in on the origin of the rocking waves. It felt like it was coming from somewhere in the more sparsely built-up area at the far North of the site.

The sensations made him feel more uncomfortable by the minute. They were completely alien to him, feeling as if they could spiral out of control any time. They had already become more intense as they came nearer its origin and now they started to feel like they had early in the morning. Crashing, consuming and overpowering, feeling as if they could evaporate him any moment.

Dominic seemed as edgy he was. Shifting in his seat his eyes darted from building to building restlessly. "Do you know any of the companies that are located at the Northern border?"

"Some of our suppliers are seated there. Also Robert Mason has had his headquarters and research facilities moved there last year. I actually visited him two weeks ago". Alexander answered, sending a mental picture of the modern building and its surroundings he had seen only shortly before.

Dominic grimaced at the mention of Mason's name. "That man really is one big pain in the ass."

"He is, but"

His sentence cut of as the energy suddenly surged again, sending a wave of nausea through him that cut of all his other senses. As his abdomen finished its double summersault, he was no longer able to keep his breakfast down. Parking the car in the grass next to the road, he stumbled from it to empty his stomach in the grass.

"Damn, that was my double mocha morning cappuccino." He shakily complained.

Dominic uttered a soft moan. "Morning coffee or not, that was really nasty."

Alexander crashed next to him as he sat with his back against the car, looking as pale as a ghost. "Man, I'm starting to wonder whether I still want to find out what's causing this."

Dominic nodded slowly, trying to sit as still as possible. Breathing deeply through his nose he still was trying to tame his stomach. It did not take long for his organs to find their original spot again. Some minutes later they both were in reasonable shape.

Alexander was the first to get up. "Okay, I'm up for it again."

He rose from his seat, turning to step in the car again.

"Alex,"

Alexander looked up surprised hearing the uncertain tone his friend spoke with.

Dominic hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "I don't feel anything anymore, do you?"

He realized he felt normal as well. No crashing waves, no gently rocking waves either, no warmness on his insides, just plain normality. This was getting more frustrating every moment.

He kicked his tire in his frustration, swinging his arms at his sides. Counting to one hundred and back he tried to regain his patience.

"Okay, so what do we do now?" He looked questioningly at his friend.

Dominic thought about that for a moment. "Whatever it is that's causing this, I think it's better if we at least know what's behind it. Let's just continue to the Northern border and see if we can find anything unusual there. We're almost there now anyway."

Alexander nodded. Maybe they'd find something. Hopefully, because this really was working on his nerves. And his stomach, he wryly added.

They stepped in the car, continuing the last mile to their destination. Slowly they entered the less built-up area, scanning the buildings and its surroundings for anything unusual. At the less visible buildings they would get out of the car to examine the terrain more closely. Nothing looked out of the ordinary though.

After examining the area like that for over an hour, they still had not encountered anything unusual. On every terrain they would see the usual activity of staff at work without a sign of the origin of the energy they had felt. These people didn't even look shaken.

Dominic heaved a mental sigh. "Only the Mason's terrain left. You think we'll find something there?" He asked, his tone doubtful.

"I don't know. Mason is known for his unorthodox experiments and he's smart enough to pull of something big, or stupid. I've been here two weeks ago though and anything looked normal at that time. He gave me a tour of his research facilities."

As they were speaking of the terrain the approached the gate separating the driveway from the companies terrains. The site was built some 100 yards from the road, enclosed by high fencing and barb wire, many cameras surveying anything both in and outside the fencing. Alexander got out of the car and walked to the gate, Dominic following closely.

Looking through the gate Alexander sucked in a sharp breath. They had found something for sure.

It was a warzone.

The big concrete building once consisted of three wings: one wing was at the middle of the building, six stories high, the two flanking wings three stories high. Little remained of the left wing. It had collapsed and a chaos of smoke, pulverized concrete and bent steel was all that was left.

No window was intact, the glass lying more than 20 yards away from its frames. In front of the building were many lifeless bodies, looking like instant death had befallen them.

The two men stared at the chaos in shock.

"This looks like Tsjernobyl after the melt-down." Alexander muttered.

Dominic shook his head unbelievingly. "That actually looked better, considerably less bodies and no complete collapse." He answered, frowning at the sight in front of him. "Let's look inside."

They jumped over the gate easily, gaining access to the terrain. Slowly they walked to the main entrance of the building, carefully eyeing the situation around them. There was no other sound in the eerie silence than the soft scraping of their shoes on the pavement, undetectable to human ears.

Inside the building things were in a similar state of chaos. Many ceilings had crashed, burying employees beneath the dirt. Everything they encountered was either damaged or dead, even the plants and occasional fish. Seeing the upside down fish Dominic couldn't contain himself. "Something is fishy here."

Alexander just rolled his eyes, ignoring the private joke.

Behind the cubicles they entered some sort of private area closed off by a vaulted badge protected door. The hallway behind it smelt of blood and decay, dents in the steel covered walls. Dominic inspected the rooms flanking the hallway. Most rooms were empty, in some lay unfortunate humans who had breathed there last breath.

One room seemed to be some kind of cell, an emaciated girl hanging from the ceiling, dead too. A naked dead man laying at her feet. He grimaced at the sight of the tortured girl. "This Mason really has issues." Shaking his head he continued to the next room, finding nothing new there as well.

Alexander entered the cell where the tortured girl hang, investigating the poor girl. They had not spared her. She was covered in bruises varying in color and size and various types of wounds, probably inflicted whips, belts and who knows what more they had used on her. And she was emaciated, little more than bones covered with skin.

Suddenly the girl moved, breathing in. Alexander felt his heart take a leap at her sudden movement. Startled he called his friend. "Fuck, Dominic! Get over here!"

"What?!" Dominic raced in the room the moment he'd heard his friends startled call.

"She's still alive."

Incredously Dominic turned his eyes to the girl. He saw it too then. Very subtly the girls chest rose as she breathed in and he could hear her heart beat, albeit slowly. "Man, how in the world did she survive this inferno? Do you want to put her out of her misery or should we just let her hang here?"

Alexander looked doubtful. "I don't think I'll just let her hang here."

Dominic shrugged. "She's human, let the humans solve their own mess."

Alexander hesitated. "This is not exactly a human problem, Mason is kin. Besides, something's strange about this girl. How did she survive this fall-out?"

Dominic shrugged again. "Luck? Or maybe really bad fortune? She's human and will die in five minutes or something. Pity, but don't waste your energy on the dead."

Alexander eyed the girl, resolve forming on his face. "I'm going to get her down." He grabbed the chains above the girl's hands, pulling them from the ceiling in one swift motion. He caught the girl as she fell to the floor, her weight no longer carried by the bindings at her wrists.

In a second move he released her wrists from the chains, revealing red bloody skin from where the joints had carried her weight. He frowned at the light weight she was in his arms, even less than he had anticipated from her emaciated form.




What's in a Name? Ch. 02



Dominic sighed wearily, long live his friend the good Samaritan he thought irritated. Shrugging out of his coat he wrapped the naked girl in Alexander's arms in it.

"How long do you think she's been here?" He couldn't make sense of it. The way the girl looked she should have been dead, died a long time ago.

"Quite some time I'd say." Alexander said, shaking his head. "I've never seen someone as badly tortured as this girl." He looked her over again but could not find a patch of skin that was not damaged. "Let's take her to my house and get her some treatment as soon as possible. Hopefully she'll survive."

They walked back to the car, Alexander carrying the girl carefully, trying to hurt her as little as possible. Fortunately she was still unconscious, oblivious of her freedom but also of pain.

Dominic opened the door of the car, making room at the back seat. Alexander took a seat there with the girl carefully wrapped in his arms.

"To my house please Dominic."

***



What's in a Name? Ch. 03



Thank you, LissaSue, for editing the story and your support! 

***

Her eyes fluttered as she awoke in a darkened room, bright sunlight shining through the gaps in the blinds. The brilliant light blinded her, and she blinked a few times before managing to open her eyes fully. She looked around the room sleepily; it was unfamiliar to her. The room was classically decorated in light tones, oak furniture matching its peaceful air. She was in the middle of a canopy bed in the center of the room. Comfortably, she lay on the soft cushions with thick blankets covering her.

Her surroundings were completely silent; not even a ticking clock broke the stillness . The house was completely quiet for that matter. Had they left her alone? She heard no footsteps, no voices, music, or TV. Maybe she'd be able to get away unnoticed. 

Straining to hear anything, she concentrated on her surroundings. There was something there; she heard two faint heartbeats somewhere below her. She was startled by a sudden rustling next to her, and scared, she tried to identify the source of the sound. Relieved, she realized it had been the curtains in front of the open window. She was still alone.

She tried to push herself up into sitting position, and grimaced at the pain that shot through her body as she moved. Everything hurt, badly. Swallowing the pain, she continued to push herself up. Annoyed, she found that one of her hands was limited in its movement by something, an IV-drip she discovered surprised. 

She tried to make sense of her surroundings, and fear started seeping in as she tried to remember what had happened. She'd been in her cell, and it had been an exceptionally harsh day again. The blond man had used his knife; even the dark man had been present. The last thing she remembered was that he had ordered the blond man... 

She cut off her own thoughts, disgusted by the memory. Still, that was the last thing she remembered before she had blacked out. Had he...? 

Somehow she knew he hadn't, knew she had been protected by something, or someone, from him. And now she had to find out how she would get from this place and get somewhere safe. Breathing fast, she tried to contain the rising panic. 

She looked suspiciously to the two doors; one in the middle of the long wall, farthest away from her and one in the corner near the windows. The last door looked like a door to a bathroom, no exit there most likely. The other one probably led to a hallway of some sort, also difficult. She'd try the opened window first.

She ignored the pain and overwhelming exhaustion, determined to escape. Carefully, she removed the blankets, revealing her skinny body. She was clad in short sleeved pajamas, bandages applied to the sites of her skin where the blond man had been exceptionally ruthless. She looked away from her body quickly, scared by the damage done to her, and started sliding to the edge of the bed. She'd tend to her body later.

The IV prevented her from moving any further across the bed. Tugging on the tube, she found it wouldn't come off. She sighed nervously; this would take too much time. Leaning against the headboard tiredly, she started picking at the tape that attached it firmly to her wrist. It took her a frustratingly long time, her fingers unwilling to do the job any faster. She monitored the door as she worked on her hand; she heard no signs of anyone approaching yet. Pulling off the strands of tape hastily, she finally reached the needle. Grimacing, she pulled it from her arm, ignoring the blood that started seeping from the puncture wound and ran down her hand. 

Holding the bedpost, she pulled herself up, using the wall for support. She slowly walked to the window, breathing heavily from the exertion. If she could only reach the window then she could make her escape from there. 

Frustrated, she realized she wouldn't make it even half way, her legs no longer able to carry her weight. She slumped to the floor, her back resting against the wall. She could no longer contain her panic and tears started flowing from her eyes. Now she finally had a chance to escape, her body refused her.

Angry and scared, she wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling them tightly to her chest. Trying to tune out her surroundings, she felt the gently rocking warmth she had felt when oblivion had grabbed her. Focusing on the warmth radiating from the depths of her mind, she relaxed into the feeling. This was escape, too.

***

Dominic bounced up the stairs to the front door; he was in an excellent humor that morning. He entered the mansion and crossed the hallway to the kitchen. "Anything new from upstairs?" he asked as he entered Alexander's kitchen. 

Alexander was standing at the counter, making himself a coffee. He looked in good humor, too. "She's not awake yet, but she's sleeping more soundly, fortunately. No longer broadcasting her nightmares, and hasn't tried to trash the house." He winked at his friend. "We stopped the antibiotics."

Dominic grabbed a cup from one of the cupboards and poured himself some coffee. Sipping it, he stood silently beside his friend, enjoying the drink from the luxurious coffee-maker. "That's good. Has she been awake already?" 

Alexander shook his head. He'd been checking on the girl every hour since they had found her, but she had not even turned in her bed, her shallow breath the only indication she was still alive. That had made him quite edgy the first times he'd checked on her, but he'd gotten used to it now. 

"Did you have any success with figuring out where she's from?"

"Not really, I've been searching both the human's and our archives, but I haven't found anything on her, or these kinds of powers. Also, no-one filed missing matches her description. I've put the secretary on it; she's a bulldog with these sorts of things. Did you manage to contact that friend of yours?"

"I did, but he couldn't tell me anything either. It's obvious she isn't human, but he also hadn't a clue what race she's from." Alexander frowned. "Mason has been missing since we found her, too. He'll probably be keeping a low profile as long as the police are investigating the fall-out at his company. But I haven't been able to find anything on his little project we have upstairs either."

Dominic nodded. "Let's just hope she'll be able to tell us something when she wakes up. I'm not looking forward to having Mason as my enemy." Staring at the wall, he suddenly smirked. "You've placed your glasses inside the cupboards instead of on the shelves?"

Alexander grimaced. "I've had to buy everything new twice this week, after our upstairs guest had a particularly unpleasant dream. I'm not looking forward to explaining to the salesman in town why I'm buying a third set in a week."

Dominic grinned. "You wanted to redecorate anyway." Just in time, he dodged Alexander's shoulder punch.

Alexander sighed as he heard the glasses rattle against each other in the cupboard, the house slightly shaking on its foundations. He could feel the rocking waves starting to rise in his body again. The girl was having a nightmare. 

"I'm going to check on her," Alexander said as he walked from the kitchen.

"I'll take care of your coffee," Dominic teasingly called after him. 

Alexander walked up the stairs to the first floor. He'd tuck the girl in again, usually that snapped her out of her bad dreams, and then he'd make himself some new coffee. He knew what Dominic's taking care of coffee meant. 

Suddenly, the house started shaking more violently, the walls groaning from the strain placed on them. Alexander frowned as he felt the intensified sensations crashing through him. She hadn't dreamt this bad yet. With two big leaps he finished the stairs, jogging to the girl's door.

Entering her room, he halted with a start. Her bed was empty, and he smelled fresh blood. Had she been hurt while she was under his protection? Quickly he walked to the bed and heaved a relieved sigh as he saw her behind the bed, sitting on the floor unharmed. He corrected his thoughts, not more harmed than she already had been. She still was seriously ill. The scent of blood originated from the wound the ripped off iv-needle had caused, the drip now dangling aimlessly besides the bed. 

He frowned as he took in her form. She was awake and in obvious distress, her arms folded around her knees tightly; the waves radiating from her shook his house on its fundaments and turned his insides upside down. 

He knelt before her and tucked her hair gently behind her ears. Speaking softly, he tried to get her attention. "Hey, good morning. I'm glad you're finally awake. Don't worry. No-one will hurt you here." 

She cringed away from his touch, only getting more terrified from the situation around her. The energy she exuded intensified at his words, and Alexander heard one of the windows downstairs shatter, illustrating her fear. His face was tense. This was a lot worse than the energy she had projected earlier; releasing her would probably safer for his house. 

Taking a step from her, he gave her more room to breathe. He was right, the house stopped shaking immediately and the girl seemed a little less terrified. The scent of blood distracted him, and made it more difficult to concentrate on moving slowly and reassuringly. He'd patch up the bleeding wound first and try again after that. 

The scent tickled his nose and made his mouth water, not a good thing if he wanted to try to calm a girl that could trash his house. He got up and retrieved a bandage from the first aid kit on the commode, returning with it quickly. 

He got on his knees in front of the girl again, and introduced his actions this time. "Girl, you are bleeding from your hand. I'm going to put a bandage on it, so don't be scared when I touch you." 

Slowly, he took hold of her left hand. He firmly pressed the wound with the bandage and attached it with some medical tape. The girl managed to curl up even more but the rocking waves did not intensify. That was something at least. 

Alexander was at loss with what to do with her for a moment. She was too weak to walk to the bed herself, and she obviously was terrified of anything that came near her; however, he couldn't just leave her on the ground like that. 

"I think it's better if you go back to the bed again. You are still very weak after everything that happened," he said kindly. "Are you strong enough to get to the bed?" She remained motionless against the wall, unresponsive to his question. 

She didn't look like she'd be able to get back to the bed herself, shivering from the cold although he'd turned up the radiator in her room to maximum. "I'm going to help you back to the bed now. I'm going to lift you with one hand around your back and one under your legs, so don't be afraid." He gave her a moment to let the words sink in, and then moved to her. "Here they come." 

He moved slowly back to the girl, putting his arms around her. With a swift movement, he lifted her from the floor and brought her to the bed. She was really cold. He covered her with the blankets, leaving only her head visible. As soon as she was back in the bed, the waves faded away, her frame no longer tense. She looked exhausted.

"Get some sleep. I'll wake you in an hour and get you some food." He doubted his words reached her; she looked like she was unconscious again already. Alexander started walking to the door. Now she'd awaken, he'd make sure she'd gain weight and strength fast.

A hardly discernable "Thank you" made him halt with a start. The girl was in the bed, staring at the sheets uncertainly. 

A smile spread on his face. "You're welcome," he answered, and turned for the door, the girl now really off to dreamland. 

In the kitchen, he walked into Dominic who was pacing the room, a worried expression on his face. "Man, I was afraid she'd killed you, and I'd have to pull your body from her talons. You're still in one piece?"

Alexander grinned. "Barely, but she's awake, and she even spoke. Two words, still some progress to make there," he smiled, "but quite an improvement to her comatose state."

Dominic looked surprised. 

"Hmm, good for her." 

He waved his hand to the door that connected the kitchen to the dining room. "I took the liberty of calling someone to fix the dining room window."

"Thanks. Any other casualties?"

Dominic grinned. "You'll need new coffee cups."

Alexander sighed, a third trip to the store it was. But first, he'd get the girl some food. He had done some grocery shopping, buying food for her. He'd start with some fruit and bread and see how she'd take that. Maybe he'd get her some soup or porridge too, but first things first, he needed a new coffee.

***

He could no longer contain his anger. The whining of the girl behind him on the bed already grated his nerves, and now this incompetent idiot before him still had not finished his job. Angry, his fist collided with the man's head with an audible thud. Unable to keep his balance, the man slumped to the floor, blood trickling down his cheek from where he had been hit. 

Trying to contain his fury, he hit the wall several times, leaving angry dents in the concrete. The girl yelped but he ignored her. He imagined he cooled his anger on the man that sat before him, the man he could not kill yet; this useless man that could not even track a severely wounded girl. 

Massaging his temples with his hands, he managed to speak calmly. "I wanted that girl found last week. I wanted her found before she even got away! She cannot be allowed to escape my project." Sucking in another breath to calm himself, he continued. "I want you to track the traces you have found and capture her. You have one week to find her. You know I do not tolerate failure." 

The man sat before him, his head bowed. He made no move to get up.

He kicked him in his stomach. "Go find her!" he shouted, shoving the man towards the door. He really had to spell out everything here. 

The man scrambled from the floor and darted through the door. At least the message was clear now.

He turned to the girl on the bed in the corner of the room. He'd just been getting familiar with her when that stupid cunt had interrupted their introductions. 

He locked the door and walked to the bed. She shied away to the back of the room, her eyes darting wildly from side to side. "Let's see, where were we?" he said, smiling menacingly at her. "Ah yes, I was going to fuck you."

Suddenly, he stood in front of her, moving too fast for her human eyes. He grabbed her wrists and shoved her back on the bed, landing on top her. She screamed and tried to fight him off, but he easily restrained her. With one hand he held her arms above her head, ripping her clothes off with his other hand. 

Her screaming annoyed him. He smacked her in the face, not too hard, she really was a delicate little thing, and told her to shut up. It took some smacks before she figured out what he meant, humans really were too stupid to breath, but finally she got the message. Her screams changed into hysteric sobs, annoying too, but more easily ignored.

He roamed her naked body with his eyes, molding her breasts with his free hand. She had small firm tits, he kind of liked that. Moving down he bit a nipple, eliciting a yelp from the trembling girl. She tasted exquisite; at last, something his mindless employees did right. He felt his cock harden in his pants. He'd enjoy her.

Trailing his hand over her stomach, he continued south to her sex. Sliding a finger in her cunt, he felt her dry warmth. She was very tight, virgin probably. Not for long, he smirkingly thought, releasing his now fully erect cock. 

Positioning himself between her legs, he hit the girl again. She looked at him panic stricken, begging him with her eyes. "I'm going to fuck you now, girl. Don't worry, it will be over soon." Probably too soon for her taste, he thought. 

He concentrated on his stiff member between the girl thighs and pushed at her entrance. He felt her stiffen beneath him, and plunged his cock into her virgin cunt in one swift stroke. The girl screamed and started trashing even more. Oh, how he loved virgins.

He pulled his cock from her and she relaxed somewhat. Stupid girl. He thrust himself inside her again immediately, impaling her fully. It was delicious, her virgin pussy clamped around his cock, caressing his manhood.

He settled in a steady rhythm, fucking her hard and deep and felt his lust rise as he took her. He kept looking at his cock as it disappeared rhythmically in the girl's cunt, accompanied by her screams every time he plunged into her. He felt his orgasm rising and concentrated on the approaching bliss.

The world went completely silent as he reached his peak, stars dancing before his eyes. Thrusting in her one last time, he kept himself seated in her depth and moved his mouth over her throat, his bloodlust no longer containable. He bit down on the girl's neck and drank her blood, draining her virgin blood. 

How delicious she tasted. How hard she made him. His cock jumped as it spurted its seed in the girl, her walls milking him. Riding the waves of his orgasm, he continued sucking at her throat, moving his cock in short thrusts in the girl's dryness. He felt like it would never end, the bliss sending him to peak after peak. 

But it did end, and always too soon. Exhausted, he slumped over the girl, not bothering to pull himself from her. 

The girl lay silently beneath him, staring at the wall. Dead, he observed when he took a good look at her. That really was a shame; he had really enjoyed her pussy and had wanted to fuck her another time. She'd still had two holes he had not used yet. 

He shrugged his shoulders. He'd have to find a new girl to fuck. All pussies were warm.

***

She awoke to the sound of the door opening. The man who had carried her to the bed earlier entered the room. Looking at him intently as he walked across the room to her bed, she noticed a tray with food and something to drink in his arms. He smiled warmly at her, and she propped herself up against the headboard. 

He was an extremely handsome man in his late twenties; unearthly handsome. Even in her weakened, food-deprived state she could appreciate that. He was tall and muscular, a body like a Greek god. He wore his hair half-long, the blond locks dancing around his expressive face. He really was someone that could make teenage girls swoon.

Taking a seat on the side of the bed, he started to prepare the food on the tray. It looked delicious. He had brought various fruits, breads, and even some kind of thick soup. Her stomach was screaming for it. The plate only distracted her briefly from his features though. Fear and curiosity were battling each other in her mind, could she trust him?

She did not feel entirely comfortable with the man. He had acted kind and reassured her, but she sensed he was powerful. He had the same aura over him as the dark man in her cell; an air of immeasurable strength and danger. But the dark man also had felt malevolent, whereas the man across from her felt the contrary. Suddenly, she realized she recognized him.

"You are Alexander De L'Ile," she said hesitatingly, looking away from him while nervously twisting her fingers. 

"Yes," Alexander answered, surprised. "What is your name?" 

She felt like he had slapped her. Something snapped. Before he even had finished the sentence, panic overwhelmed her, tears running down her cheeks. Her eyes darted to the door, and she cringed away to the other side of the bed. 

Alexander looked stunned. Was it something he'd done?

She measured the distance to the door, but she would never be able to outrun him. Sobbingly, she started pleading, "I don't know, I told them everything, really, I don't know, I don't know." Shaking her head she started begging him, "Please, please, don't hurt me, I really don't know, please, please, please, please, I don't know." Her voice broke, and the words got lost in her sobs. 




What's in a Name? Ch. 03



Notes: 

1) Most locations are real. All characters and events are fictional.

2) 'Joan' and 'Beth' are the same person. When referring to events in the past, I will generally use her original name, Joan. Talking to her or about in the present, I will use Beth. Both names refer to the same individual, but will alter the nature of our relationship.

3) This is a re-submission of an earlier story. I've started writing the story from Beth's perspective and some scenes have changed as a result.

Warning: This story is filed under "Fetish" because involves pee-play and anal sex. Portions may be upsetting or distasteful to some readers. Like the rest of the series, it also involves Father/Daughter incest. If you have issues with any of the above, please stop reading now. 

Chapter 3: Watersports

My daughter had always disliked her name, Joan, considering it boring. She was named for Cathy's favorite Aunt (Cathy and I divorced when our son was 20 and our daughter was almost 14). We had joint custody with Joan staying with me from Thursday evening to Monday morning. When Joan finished high school, she decided to start going by her middle name, Beth (for Elizabeth). When she changed her name, it changed her, and the nature of our relationship. Joan was my daughter. Beth became my lover over the weekend. Friday night, she had intentionally gotten us both tipsy (she joined me in drinking beer), and then seduced me.

We spent yesterday (Saturday) at a nude beach. I had ensured that we both were well hydrated, drinking lots of diet soda and water (and some beer) during the day. We finished having hard cider with our dinner. After some rough sex, we fell asleep in each others' arms as we had the previous night.

I was awakened a few hours later by my bladder. Beth woke up when I got out of bed and followed me into the bathroom. "We watched each other pee last night and I want a closer look. Then I have to go too - I hope you don't mind."

"Only if you don't mind if I stay and watch you. I saw you sitting on the toilet and knew what you were doing, but wasn't able to see much." This, like oral sex, is another fetish Cathy shared with me, but only reluctantly. I have always been interested in watersports (golden showers, whatever). Cathy would occasionally 'let me watch' but wasn't particularly interested in watching it herself. A thought occurred to me. "Wait here for just a second, I'll be right back." I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of large glasses.

Beth gave me a puzzled look when I got back. "What are those for?"

"You'll see" I replied. She was still sitting on the edge of the tub for a good view of the toilet. I stood facing the toilet, but I didn't bother raising the lid, let alone the seat. I peed into the glass, holding it slightly below the end of my dick so she had a clear view. She could see the splash of the stream through the glass. Beth was clearly mesmerized by the almost clear liquid flowing out of me, and equally puzzled by the cup.

She had an impish grin as I finished. "I was farther away last night, but it looked like your pee was clear then as well. You knew there was beer at some of the parties, didn't you?" I nodded. "When you didn't say anything about it last night, I figured you must have already known. Anyhow, at one of those parties, I was in line to use the bathroom and the guy behind me said that beer goes through so quick because it doesn't have to change color. I didn't question it then because I had never looked before flushing. He must have known it wasn't true."

I set the cup on the counter and returned her grin. "That joke has probably been around as long as beer has, and you are correct that it is incorrect. It's also true that guys generally know it isn't true." I paused for a second. "So why does it go through so fast?" This was something I had always done with both of my kids. I was a science geek, and did my best to ensure that they both were as well.

"It's because of the alcohol isn't it?" Beth answered.

"Yup. The liver detoxifies it, while the kidneys try to get rid of it. I generally gauge the amount of alcohol I've had by the color of my piss. If it isn't clear, I haven't really been drinking, or I'm seriously dehydrated. In the latter case, meaning I feel drunk, I'll switch to water or a caffeine-free soft drinks for a while. Caffeine is another diuretic. Wine and hard stuff can come out more quickly, with the same rules about color. Now it's your turn."

Beth started to stand, but I stopped her and grabbed the other cup. "Lift your shirt a bit and spread your legs." She scooted forward a bit to the edge of the tub and spread her leg as instructed. As she did so, I placed the cup between them. "You may want to check the color yourself." Beth and I were both staring at her pussy as the jet of clear pee passed between her legs into the glass. When she was done, I lifted it to the light to inspect the color. It had a trace more yellow than the glass I had filled, but was still mostly clear. After this inspection, I took a sip. The puzzled expression on her face was instantly replaced by shock. "The taste is about what I expected -- slightly sweet, but with other flavors as well. If it was served hot, I could mistake it for a sweetened herb tea." I handed her the cup of my piss and gestured, encouraging her to take a sip.

"You're serious" she said flatly, watching me as I took a larger sip of her piss. She raised the cup and sniffed it. She tipped it enough to moisten her lip with its contents then shot out her tongue for the barest taste. Finding that my description wasn't totally inaccurate, she finally took a tiny sip. "If I hadn't just seen it leaving your dick, I'd swear this WAS some weird herbal tea. The sweetness is definitely an asset." She acknowledged the tilt of my head with a nod of her own. "What I want to know is how YOU knew what piss would taste like?"

"Ah, the wonders of the Internet. There are sites dedicated to any fetish you can think of, and several that you, or even I, couldn't imagine. I've visited several sites dedicated to 'golden showers' AKA 'watersports.' I'll send you links to some of the better sites. There are several stories with characters drinking piss, and pictures of fluid flowing out of someone's pee-hole into a mouth -- some even have pictures of women peeing into their own mouth with varying degrees of success." Beth giggled at this, so she's probably seen similar pictures. "The sweetness is due to the artificial sweeteners in the soft-drinks we had yesterday afternoon. I discovered that bit on my own. It's amazing what lengths people will go to when having to drive long distances alone. I think the first time I tasted my own piss was somewhere between The Dalles and Hood River, during one of my many trips to the Tri-Cities. I would usually get a large diet cola -- for the caffeine as much as hydration - as I was leaving town. Once, I had to go and it was miles to the next rest stop. I realized I had a receptacle large enough to hold the contents of my bladder, so I pissed into the empty cup. Thinking of the stories I had read, I decided to taste it. I discovered that it actually tasted OK. It's not something I drink often, it became a regular part of those trips. 

"Shit is a completely different issue. It's not sterile, and I've never tasted it on purpose. A significant portion of it is the E. Coli bacteria, made famous by outbreaks of infections due to undercooked meat about the time you were born. When I was about your age, there were several cases of hepatitis caused by shit leaking into Crater Lake."

She took another sip of my piss and closed her eyes as if to concentrate on the taste. I continued "Our piss is almost clear right now because it's mostly water. It's sweet because artificial sweeteners in the diet sodas from yesterday are sufficiently potent that you can taste them even in trace amounts. As I said when we peed in the river yesterday, urine is virtually sterile. The other flavors are trace amounts of uric acid and other waste products. In higher concentrations, they quickly become unpalatable. The concentration is low because of the alcohol in the hard cider. The liver does most of the work in detoxifying alcohol, but the kidneys help out by getting rid of it. Piss has a higher alcohol concentration than blood, but I'm not sure about how much higher. Sweat and breast milk probably have similar alcoholic qualities." I took another large swallow of her piss then poured the rest into the sink. I did this primarily to avoid having to get up again to pee. My body already tried to get rid of this fluid once, and will do so again when it can. Beth took a large enough drink to indicate that she had gotten over her initial disgust, then poured out the rest before we headed back to bed. On the way, she took off the shirt I had ordered her to wear earlier that evening. I grabbed several hand-towels and left them on the nightstand when I got to the bed. 

For some reason, piss play always makes me especially horny for oral sex. I asked Beth to straddle me, giving me access to her womanhood. This time, I started between her clit and pussy, pressing the tip of my tongue directly onto her pee-hole. She gave a slight gasp, and then took the head of my penis into her mouth and did the same to me. It was my turn to moan with pleasure. I shifted my focus first to her vagina, then to her clit. As I started sucking it, she took me fully into her mouth. I could actually felt the air flowing around my balls as she took a breath before she swallowed the head of my cock. She pulled back a bit as she whimpered and moaned with her orgasm. She continued her ministrations alternating between swallowing me, and sucking while her tongue danced around my cock. I enjoyed it as long as I could hold off then came, shooting my semen down her throat. Both satisfied, she turned her back to me so we could spoon as we fell back asleep -- my cock resting in her crack and my hands cupping her breasts. I fell asleep marveling about how someone as muscled and tough as her could still feel so soft in my arms.

It was now Sunday morning. The previous morning I was thinking about how she and I used the family changing rooms when I took her swimming. This morning, I mentioned it again. "I know you remember changing with me when we went swimming. Do you remember when Mom was there with us?"

"Barely."

"When you were three or four, Mom surprised me by telling you that it was OK to pee in the shower. This is something that guys tend to wonder about. Do women pee in the shower? Mom's comment was the only time I had heard any female mention it. I don't know how common it is, but I expect that most guys do. If I'm showering where other guys can see me, I'll face the spray so it isn't obvious, and I expect that other guys do the same. If nothing else, it saves the water used to flush the toilet."

"That makes sense. I remember what you said yesterday about not looking at other guy's 'junk'." She looked thoughtful for a few seconds and continued, "I almost always pee before getting into the shower but sometimes, especially after a game, I'll have to go again before I'm done. When that happens I just go, but I always wash myself afterwards, even if I've already washed there. After last night, it seems superfluous, but I'll probably still wash myself after peeing."

As with the previous morning, I got out of bed to make coffee and brought 2 mugs back to the room. When I arrived Beth was heading for the bathroom. I followed her and set her coffee on the counter before leaning against it, facing the toilet. She gave me an exaggerated eye-roll as she sat down on it. "You really like to watch me pee, don't you?"

"Guilty as charged, but you seem to like watching me as well" I countered.

"OK, so we're both busted." She parted her legs as she went. Although her pee-hole was almost invisible most of the time, it was obvious when her piss was flowing. When she had finished wiping, I handed her coffee to her and turned on the shower. Although I had to go too, I only used the toilet before showering if I had to take a dump. Beth commented "I noticed that you skipped the sweatpants this morning." After our first night together, I put on the sweatpants I had worn around the house when Joan was there. I no longer had anything to hide with Beth.

Beth finished her coffee before joining me as I stepped into the shower. She 'washed' my manhood, first with her mouth, then with soap and water. She grabbed the hand-held shower-head to rinse me off, but before she could rinse me, I let loose. She gasped as my piss shot onto the floor of the tub, and then squealed as I directed it at her. I suppressed a chuckle watching my piss bubbling in her bellybutton. When my bladder was empty, she rinsed herself first then carefully ensured that all soap was removed from my equipment. I grabbed her soap to wash her, starting with her b-cups. I returned her favor by carefully massaging her with the soap. I carefully washed the area I had sprayed earlier, paying particular attention to her naval. 

As I continued downward, she spread her legs slightly. When I reached her bikini trim, she turned the tables on me, adding her stream to the water from the shower. Without hesitation, I cupped my hand a couple inches below her slit to catch her pee, watching it splash into my hand. It had considerably more color than our late night session of pee-play, and I opted not to taste it. It would have been somewhat bitter, and most of the sweetness would be absent. When she was done, I rinsed my hand, added more soap, and carefully washed her pussy, sliding a finger into her fold from anus to clit. I moved my hand back, and slipped half my middle finger into her ass eliciting a small, startled "ouch" followed almost immediately with an almost questioning "ooh." I then plunged my thumb into her pussy eliciting more definite sounds of pleasure. Holding the shower-head with one hand, I spread her lips with the other to ensure that all the soap was removed. We then finished washing each other. Beth was happy to have HER shampoo and conditioner on hand.

After drying off, I headed into the kitchen without bothering to get dressed. Beth followed my lead and we went through our morning routine. There seemed to be more incidental touching and bumping into each other than usual, but it's possible that I was simply more aware of it. I made a mental note to investigate the matter further in the future.

We chatted about nothing while we ate, and I handed Beth the comics. When we were done, Beth headed for the master bath, I was a few seconds behind her (giving her time to close the door as she had yesterday before we left for the beach). This time, neither of us had surprises. I watched her go, then she watched me. After I had started, Beth observed "Your pee isn't clear like it was last night, but isn't as yellow as it was earlier this morning. Is the caffeine already working?"

"You got it." I shook off the last drops of piss, and closed the lid as I flushed. I walked into the bedroom and headed for my dresser.

I thought we were going to get dressed, but Beth apparently had other plans. After I had walked past the bed, she climbed onto it and crawled to the middle. "I don't think this position had a fair trial last night. Are you up for trying it again?"

I turned around and the view was the same as last night, minus the t-shirt. One glance at her pussy peeking out from between her legs, just below her magnificent ass, and I was rock hard. I honestly reported "I wasn't, but I am now." I raised my eyes to see her grinning mischievously over her shoulder. Her gaze alternated between my face and my erection.

I climbed onto the bed, crawled up behind her, and slid into her, still marveling at how her pussy hugged me. I hugged her in return, fondling her breasts as I did so. I couldn't move as much as I wanted to while holding them, so I shifted my hands to her hips and started pumping. I couldn't see her face until she tilted her head back. The reflection in the window showed the face of someone savoring an experience. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open, then the image was lost as her breath fogged the glass. The expression on my face soon matched hers as I concentrated on the what I was feeling and what I was doing. Beth's warmth around my member and under my hands -- the coolness when I pulled out of her. The scent of her arousal. The pulsing of her sex as she came was accompanied by her whimpering moan. Again, her pussy stroked me to my orgasm. In spite of cumming as often as I had since the night before last, I was still able to fill her with my cream. As I fell to the bed to lie face up beside her, she turned around as she climbed on top of me and took me into her mouth. Her dripping pussy was again directly above me, and I used my tongue to clean our combined juices from it. 

Sunday was generally set aside for shopping and other activities involved in preparing for the week. We first visited a department store for her to get better sandals and a couple outfits that could be more easily removed for future visits to the nude (excuse me, 'clothing optional') beach. The next stop was an addition to our usual Sunday shopping trip -- an "Adult" boutique. As I directed her into the parking lot, Beth started to protest "I'm not going in there." I assured her that about half of their customers were women, and those women were responsible for a majority of their profits. 

Beth, as I expected, made the translation from economics to social sciences and concluded that her visit wouldn't attract undue notice. The fact that we always used my car for our Sunday shopping may have contributed to her agreement. Although I didn't mention it to her, it also didn't hurt that I knew the owner, and could trust Alice with (almost) anything. Beth and I entered the store and Alice greeted me with her usual enthusiasm. Her enthusiasm dimmed a bit when she saw my companion. Her look held the implied the accusation of 'robbing the cradle.' I explained that my daughter had graduated from high school a few weeks ago, and lost her virginity over the weekend. The purpose of our visit was that she wouldn't be able to see her boyfriend for a few days. "I've convinced her that it would be a good idea to get something to reduce her frustration." 

Alice's seemed relieved, but also a bit puzzled. If she found it odd that a father would assist in the purchase of a sex toy for his daughter, she didn't mention it. Instead, she winked at Beth and gestured to me, "I always knew that Jim was a smart man. I have several options for you. Are you comfortable talking about this in front of your father?" I've startled Beth more than a few times, but I think this is the first time I've seen her blush. I've never seen Joan more red than Beth was at that moment. Beth glanced back at me, shrugged a shoulder and nodded her head. Alice led Beth to an assortment of dildos and vibrators explaining the difference and advantages of both. "Dildos can be any shape or size, don't have batteries, and most are dishwasher safe. Vibrators do just what their name implies, but have different styles of movement..."

I missed most of the discussion because, in spite of Beth's assurance that she was comfortable discussing sex toys in front of me, Alice's glances at me made it clear that she was not. Since I wanted Beth to get the best service possible, I meandered over to the magazines and DVD's at the other end of the store. Occasionally I would glance up to to see Alice pointing out the different toys. I chuckled at one point when Alice gestured at something that would have been appropriate for a horse, and Beth shuddered and shook her head. It was difficult to avoid laughing out loud when Beth crossed her legs. I headed back when Alice and Beth left the display. I couldn't see what they had selected from where I was; Alice kept it out of sight as I rejoined them at the counter. I reached for my wallet, but Beth stayed my hand saying "Remember, I have a job and a scholarship. You don't have to pay for everything."




What's in a Name? Ch. 03



Like every Sunday, the final stop was Winco for groceries. She picked up the items I had recommended from the feminine hygiene section (condoms and lubricant for use if/when she seduced a guy). She tried to act casual as she dumped them into the cart (and was as successful as anyone who 'tried.' IOW: it didn't work).

When we were back in the car, I asked about her earlier purchase. "Alice told me that women generally don't tell their lovers about their toys. All I'll say is that it's smaller than Richard." She said this with a telling look at my crotch. So my cock now had a name. I considered asking if she or Alice had come up with the name, but decided that it didn't matter -- I just accepted it. We stopped at home to put away the groceries then went out to dinner at a Mexican restaurant. I had a margarita on the rocks, while Beth had strawberry lemonade -- she was still only 18, too young to be served alcohol in any state in the Union. As her father, that law didn't apply to me -- I was free to serve her alcohol in the privacy of our home.

We both had to get up early on Monday (myself for work, Beth for soccer practice), so we went to bed soon after getting home. As we got undressed I asked "How many times have we fucked each other this weekend? Not counting the oral sessions, I think it's five times, but I may be forgetting one. We've tried at least four different positions, but haven't used the most common. In fact, several couples wouldn't consider fucking any other way, and they certainly wouldn't use that word to describe it."

Beth finished my thought. "You're talking about the Missionary position, right? I've always felt that the word seemed wrong for anything dealing with sex -- but I understand it's called that because it's the only position 'approved' by some 'christian' denominations." She somehow made it clear that, in this context, she felt the proper spelling of the religious term was with a lower case 'c'. "You're right that we haven't done it that way. I suppose you're mentioning it now as a suggestion?"

She was already climbing into bed before I could nod. She lay on her back with her legs spread, clearly ready for me to mount her 'properly.' Never one to disappoint, I climbed into bed on top of her and guided Richard to her slit. The 'correct' missionary style would be to enter her, 'deposit my seed,' and leave. Her pleasure was to come from addressing her husband's needs -- that, and her duty to have kids. 'Barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen' didn't come from thin air, just narrow minds. I obviously didn't subscribe to this belief, and tried to ensure that she enjoyed sex as much as I did. 

I slid my cock up and down her slit a couple times, pressing on her clit when I reached it. I didn't press into her until I had completed a few strokes. She was always ready for me, and I started with long, slow thrusts when I finally entered her. As always, I marveled at her warm, moist, tight, love hole. I went from having just the head of my cock in her, to having my bush pressed against hers. While I continued the long strokes, I supported myself with one hand and used the other to rub her breasts. Her nipples seemed to be straining for attention, so I lightly pinched each of them a few times, then massaged her mounds. With both hands back on the bed, I lowered my head to kiss her. She immediately opened her mouth, and our tongues danced around each other while my cock continued its assault. Although I should have anticipated it, I was surprised when she wrapped her legs around me to draw me even more fully into her pussy. Even if I wanted to (I didn't), I don't think I could get my dick out of her pussy. My strokes became shorter and faster as Beth's breathing indicated she was ready to cum. When she did so, her pussy grabbed my cock to pull me over the edge with her. This time her 'whimpering moan' was louder and longer than usual.

After recovering -- when she 'got off' it could take a moment for her to land -- she sat up and commented "if you're stuck with only one position, that isn't a bad choice. But then, you haven't introduced a position I didn't like. Of course, that may be because I like Richard any way I can get him." She then brought up something I had mentioned shortly before I took her virginity. "On Friday you mentioned porn sites, and you were right that I've visited them as well -- more than I'd care to admit. I've occasionally encountered pictures of guys taking others -- guys as well as girls -- in the ass. The receiving girls fall into two categories."

When she mentioned 'two categories' I was fairly sure I knew where she was headed. I finished her description to ensure we were both on the same page. "With so many sites out there, it's unlikely we've visited the same ones, but I think I know what you're talking about. There are two distinct camps on the 'fuck her in the ass' field. (I mixed metaphors so often, I had a tendency to be surprised when they matched.) One camp is clearly affiliated with the BDSM crowd -- she has a cock in her ass and a pained expression on her face. The other is best described as 'gentle and loving, with a slight shift in position.' If she isn't smiling, it's still clear that she's enjoying the experience."

Beth laughed. "I don't think I could have said it so eloquently, but that's exactly where I was headed. Have you ever fucked someone in the ass?"

"Yes, and it's a good thing you're sitting right now, and I'm between you and the edge of the bed. Your Mom thinks that's how you were conceived." If this were an animated sequence, Beth's jaw would have dropped to the bed, and her eyes would have popped out of her skull. As it was, she did both within the limits of human anatomy. 'Flabbergasted' is the first word that comes to mind, and it doesn't come close to describing Beth's reaction. It's exactly the response I expected when she asked the question. I answered as I did only because it was the truth. "Like virtually everything dealing with sex during that period, Cathy would reluctantly agree to let me take her in the ass occasionally. A couple of those occasions occurred a couple weeks before she missed her period. We thought that, since I wasn't cumming in her twat, we didn't need a rubber. We discovered that we were wrong."

Beth immediately interjected "Is there anything that you and Mom didn't do?" Clearly this was the first thought that popped into her mind.

"I'll answer that with a variation of Alice's advice to you. 'A gentleman doesn't discuss his activities with another lover,' although it should be obvious that I'm not too strict on that score. You and I have already shared experiences that I've never shared with Cathy, and I've told you about some of them as they occurred. However, your mother and I were married for over 20 years, and we tried several different activities in bed -- and other places. During that time, we were completely faithful to each other, unless you consider my hand to be 'the other woman.' You and I will have just a few months, so we probably won't have a chance to try everything I'd done with her. However, at the rate we're going, I won't rule it out."

She accepted my response with a nod, then continued. "Since you've said you won't tell me, I won't repeat the question. I'll skip ahead to my reason for bringing up the subject. Will you fuck me in the ass? I liked your 'BDSM' approach last night but I'm looking for the 'gentle' approach for this."

If it hadn't been clear that the conversation was headed for this request, this would have been my cue to faint. With the forewarning, I had already started formulating my response. "Only if you're sure you want it. This isn't like losing your virginity, but it's still something that shouldn't be done on a whim." Beth nodded. "There are a few things you should know before we start. We frequently go down on each other after sex. After I take your ass, I don't want either of us going down until we've washed. 'Scat' or shit play is another fetish. Sex isn't dirty, but shit is. You're welcome to explore it, but it will have to be with someone other than me. Shifting from your pussy to your ass isn't a problem but I won't go the other way without washing - or using a condom in one of them. If your boyfriend takes you in the ass, he should change condoms before going back to your pussy. There aren't as many positions for this as for regular sex, and I don't like the most common -- missionary with you on your stomach. The two positions I prefer are doggy-style, like last night, or 'sideways' like Friday night."

Beth considered the options for a few seconds before answering "Sideways. Does that mean I'm in the exact same position as on Friday?" She was already rolling onto her side, and was soon pointing the toes of her right foot at the ceiling.

"Yes, and I was hoping you'd choose that one. I always like being able to see the face -- and yours is so nice to look at in any circumstance." The light was just bright enough to see her blush at the compliment. "We don't have any lubricant - the tube you bought today should remain sealed until you need it -- but there's plenty next door." I straddled her thigh and pressed my cock against it as I slipped it into her pussy. I was right about the lubricant. My cock emerged covered with our mixed juices. "When I start pressing, your first instinct will be to tighten your sphincter. Don't. In fact, you'll want to loosen it - so push lightly as if you're moving your bowels."

I moved my cock from her pussy, and started pressing against her asshole. It took both hands to keep it pointed at the right place. I was as hard as I ever got, but it still bent a bit before finally starting to penetrate. Once in the opening, it got easier, slightly. I had told Beth never to compare her boyfriend with me, especially in bed. But I couldn't help comparing Beth with her mother. After having two children, Cathy's pussy was still enjoyable, but it couldn't hug Richard the way Beth's did. Cathy's ass was as tight as Beth's pussy. Beth's ass was tighter still. Her pussy gave me a welcoming hug (and stroked me when she came). With her ass, it was more of a bear hug, but I was able to push Richard in completely. As with fucking her earlier, I started with long, slow strokes (but didn't pull out nearly as far). Unlike earlier, I never became vigorous. I'm sure a penis can't tear the rectum, but I'm always gentle with back-door entries. I couldn't see Beth's face completely, but her expression was clear from her profile. She grimaced a bit as I entered her. The grimace continued, but eased as I penetrated more fully. After my balls hit her ass-cheeks and I started to pull back, her face displayed an interesting combination of emotions. There was surprise and puzzlement, but the predominant expression was pleasure. Once I was in her, I reached around her to rub her clit.

It only took a handful of long, gentle strokes before the 'forbidden fruit' thrill of taking a woman's ass did its work, and I shot my load deep into Beth's bowels. My cumming seemed to push her over the edge because her moans (with more of a growl than a whimper this time) followed soon after. When I pulled out, she rolled onto her back with a contented sigh. 

"I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't that." Beth said in a horse whisper as soon as coherent speech was possible. To be honest, I'm glad she spoke first. It can take a while for the head atop my neck to get sufficient blood-flow to function correctly (and ass-fucking increases the delay). "It's definitely something I'll want to do again, but it certainly isn't an every-day kind of thing."

I handed her one of the towels from the nightstand. "I'm not licking you clean, so this should help with the wet spot." I the responded to her remark: "Perhaps you could label it as a 'chef's special' or something like that." I chuckled,

"I wouldn't put it on the menu at all. If my hypothetical boyfriend asks, I'll let him know that I'm open, or should I say 'my ass is open' to the idea."

I know she didn't do it on purpose but her comment hit a nerve. "Beth, the 'boyfriend' is not hypothetical. As much as I love you, and would like to sleep with you for the rest of my life, I'm a failure as a Father if I don't 'kick you out of my bed.' 

"I know I'm mixing metaphors, but I need you to understand that this can't go on forever. I may even want it more than you do. I know you think it's the best sex you've ever had -- with nothing to compare it to other than your fingers and a single session of oral with David -- of course I'd come out on top. Your willingness to -- excuse me, insistence on -- returning to my bed is sufficient evidence that I'm satisfying your needs as well as you're satisfying mine. You can imagine why I was watching Real Sex when I thought you were asleep. Yes, I've had a couple women in my life since Mom and I separated, but nothing serious, and I haven't loved any of them as much as I love you. As I said yesterday morning, as Beth, you have become my lover, but you are still my daughter. If it helps, think of it as your father kicking you out of the nest, rather than your lover kicking you out of his bed."

It was true that I'd love to sleep with her for the rest of my life. If she had kids, and her pussy wasn't able to 'hug' me the way it did now, I wouldn't care. It was the woman, Beth, that I loved. The sex (and all the variations) was 'icing.' When it became clear that our first night together wasn't a one-time thing, we agreed that she could sleep with me during the summer, but it would have to end when she moved into the dorms at U of P in the fall. I only hoped that knowing it would have to end would make it easier when it occurred.

Once again, we fell asleep spooning.

We didn't have time for much more than coffee and pissing on each other before washing in the shower the following morning. Before heading outside, I grabbed her. We wouldn't see each other until I got home from work on Thursday, so I just wanted a hug and a deep kiss. She responded with the same. After the kiss, she held me for a second and whispered "I don't know how I'll make it to Thursday -- I love you" with a smile. 

As she got into her car, I saw that the bag with her purchases from yesterday was already on the passenger seat. She blew me a kiss through her open window saying "I hope Richard doesn't miss me too much this week. I know I'll miss him, but at least I have a toy to help me pass the time."

I smiled and waved as she drove away. I climbed into my car to start my week.

*

Please let me know what you think of the story. What you liked, what you disliked. If you have other ideas of what you would like to see Beth explore with her Dad, I'm open to suggestions. 



What's in a Name? Ch. 03



Alexander reacted instinctively, wrapping his arms around the shaking girl. "Shhh, don't worry. It's okay." He stroked her back reassuringly, murmuring soothing words into her ear. "No-one will hurt you, I'll protect you. You're safe here." He continued reassuring the sobbing girl, rocking her in his arms. 

His strong arms did not move to hurt her; they actually felt good, protective and warm. She felt the fear lessen, and allowed herself to relax in his arms, sucking in deep breaths. When she was breathing evenly again, he released her, wiping her hair from her face. 

"That's better. You're safe here," he said, smiling. "If you don't know something, or don't want to answer me, that's okay. I won't hurt you." The girl looked skeptical. Alexander saw the denial in her face. They'd have to work on that, he thought. First, she needed food, desperately. She looked like gravity alone could break her.

"Now, let's get you something to eat." He handed her a fork and put the plate in her lap. 

The food distracted her from the panic she had felt just moments ago. She took a bite, her eyes glazing over as she tucked the piece in her mouth. It was delicious. She couldn't remember when she had her last meal, when she hadn't been hungry. 

It was also exhausting. After a few bites, her arm felt heavy, and she found it difficult to direct the fork back to her mouth. Alexander took it from her, helping her finish her plate. He smiled as she drifted away to sleep again before she had even finished her last bites, some color on her cheeks for the first time in weeks. 

He tucked the girl in, taking the tray with him. She finally was on the mend.

***

A delicious scent of freshly cooked food drifted in the room and she felt her stomach rumble in anticipation. She frowned as she wondered how she could get some of the mouthwatering meal. As she debated whether she'd try to get out of the bed again, the door opened sending a new delicious wave into the room. 

Alexander walked in carrying the source of the scent. She looked at it eagerly, ready to devour the meal he held in his hands.

He smiled at her expression. The girl was clearly in better shape than she had been this morning when she had had her first meal in weeks. He gave her the plate and she attacked the food immediately. She was doing much better than he had expected, he thought as he took a seat beside the bed.

She devoured the meal in record time and he worried briefly whether her stomach would handle it. Before he could warn her though, she'd already made the food disappear like magic. She smiled at him hesitantly, looking away quickly when he smiled back.  

He was surprised at the progress she was making. This morning she still was too weak to even carry a fork, but now, she looked like she'd be able to get out bed for a few minutes.

But he decided it was time to talk first. "I think we still have not been properly introduced," he said smiling. 

The girl looked away tensely and ignored his words, staring at the wall. She'd hoped to escape the house before he'd get the chance to talk to her. Although he had been kind up to this point, that did not mean she wanted anything to do with him. 

Alexander ignored the fact that the girl looked like she was trying to tune him out. She'd have to learn to trust him. "I am Alexander De L'Ile, as you already found out this morning. Together with Dominic Orion, I lead the Rivers Company, and I've been living in the city for quite some time now."

"Thirteen days ago, Dominic and I found you at a business complex at the Northern border of the city. You were unconscious and heavily wounded, and we decided to take you with us; although..." hesitating, he paused for a moment, "although we thought you would not make it." 

Alexander looked at the girl uncomfortably. He had argued quite a lot with Dominic, and they still were not sure whether it had been a good idea; especially after she had started to broadcast house-trashing waves. The girl didn't seem to notice though. She was still staring at the wall, not even blinking her eyes.

"I'd like to talk to you about how we found you, but before we get to that, we've got to find a solution about what to call you." From what had happened that morning, he'd expected a reaction by now, but she was still staring at the wall as if it was a piece of art. It was an exquisitely beautiful wall of course, he'd painted it himself, but was she even listening to him?

"From how you reacted this morning when I asked you your name, I think your name has something to do with why we found you heavily wounded two weeks ago." The girl tensed at his words. At least she heard him, he thought; although she obviously didn't like where he was going. 

He saw her eyes dart to the door and wondered whether she'd make a run for it. She looked stubborn enough to try it in her condition. Hell, she had already tried it in even far worse shape this morning. Alexander smiled to himself. Stubborn was a good word to describe her; stubborn to escape, stubborn to ignore him, stubborn to live. 

Dragging himself from his thoughts, he figured he needed to reassure her fast before she'd start breaking more windows. "I won't bring that up again, but I do want a name to call you." He quickly added, "Sensing that you don't really have one, I have a proposition to make." 

She looked at him suspiciously. He sat across from her calmly, a patient look on his face. He didn't look like he had anything up his sleeve, but still. Suddenly, she started to get angry, angry at him, angry at her body, and at the situation. She didn't want to be so dependant, so weak. 

She measured the distance to the door again. It didn't look very far.

The man across from her didn't seem to notice, or didn't care, he just continued his monologue. "I've been thinking about what to call you, and I think that 'girl', 'hey you' or 'uhm' will not suffice." 

Her head snapped to his side, and she looked at him surprised before containing her emotions. That was unexpected. She looked at him calculatingly. After some moments, she just shrugged, reluctantly admitting to herself she couldn't argue with him on that. But where was this going?

Alexander smiled at her now that he finally had her attention. "In archaeology, newly found treasures are named after the excavation site. We found you in an area of the city called Ravenna," he said while he regarded the obvious doubt on her face. How would she react?

"How would you feel if we named you after that?"

She looked at him stunned, unable to say anything for some moments. This gorgeous and kind man wanted to call her Ravenna? To give her a name?

A dozen emotions ranging from fear, to anger, and surprise crossed her face, but Alexander also thought he saw flashes of pride and pleasure. She settled on hesitancy, her anger completely forgotten. 

"Ravenna?" Her voice trembled, it sounded like she was trying to contain her tears. 

He nodded. "It's a beautiful name that has great significance in Roman ancient history. I think it suits you. But if you don't like it we can find another one of course..." 

"I like Ravenna," she answered in a small voice. She didn't like it, she loved it. She did not remember ever having a name, something to call herself. This adopted name would be hers. She felt pride warm her insides, and gratefully she gave a nod to Alexander.

He smiled at the positive reaction. He had not expected her to respond this positive. "Good. That's settled then." 

It looked like it was time for sleep again. She was obviously fighting her sleep, her eyelids already drooping. "Get some sleep. You look tired. We'll talk again later." She nodded sleepily and watched Alexander get up and open the door to the hallway. 

He turned to her in the doorway. "Good night, Ravenna," he said, closing the door behind him.

She smiled.

*** 



What's in a Name? Ch. 04



Thanks to my dear editor, LissaSue!

***

The warm bed tried to hold her captive, it was really too comfortable to even think of getting out of. Turning on her other side, Ravenna tried to catch sleep again; it was to no avail, her bladder protested too much. Grumbling, she sat up, giving the room an unconscious quick sweep before she moved to the side of the bed.

She recognized the room she was in. It was the room Alexander De L'Ile had brought her to after he had found her in her cell, heavily wounded and emaciated. He had nurtured her wounds and tended to her fears, and she was feeling better than she had in a very long time. The delicious food he'd been bringing since she'd woken up the day before had contributed to that significantly; the meals made her stronger every time, and now she felt like she could get out of bed to walk around a bit.

Her body still protested if she moved too quickly, but she felt the urge to get out of bed and to get a shower; man, she really craved a shower. Looking around the room, she decided she'd try her luck with the door in the corner next to the window.

Slowly, she slid to the side of the bed, dangling her legs over the side. Holding on to the side of the bed, she stood carefully, testing her balance before she took a hesitant step. A big smile formed on her face as she felt the returning strength in her legs; they had refused her for a long time.

Carefully, she walked to the door. She was right; it was a bathroom, and what a bathroom. Oh, wow. It was as luxurious as the room she'd been sleeping in. Warm, black floor tiles caressed her feet, cream colored, big, fluffy towels covered the shelves, and there even was a matching bathrobe hanging from the wall. It housed both a grand shower and a bath big enough to hold two, a range of different soaps on the side of it.

She decided a shower would not do in a room that screamed pampering like this one. She turned on the water to fill the bath, adding soap from a purple bottle. Was it lavender? It sure smelled good. She quickly went to the toilet, relieving her straining bladder, and found a new toothbrush to brush her teeth before stepping in the bath.

Testing the water with her toes, she sighed contentedly as she felt the warm water against her skin. Sinking into the water, she felt the warmth envelope her tired limbs and she relaxed against the side of the bath. Tuning out her surroundings, she dreamily floated there, soaking until her skin started to get all wrinkly.

***

Alexander entered her room with a dinner tray. Confused, he looked for the girl he had left in the canopy bed, but the room was deserted; Ravenna nowhere to be found. His keen eyes caught the closed bathroom door, and he walked over to inspect the room behind it. It was locked. He frowned. She had still been very weak when he'd left her last time. What had she gotten herself into? He tried listening through the door for any indication that she was alright, but he heard nothing except her slow, steady heartbeat. She certainly was not moving.

"Ravenna?" he called worriedly, knocking on the door.

The sudden knocking abruptly pulled Ravenna from her daydreaming. Alarmed, she jumped from the bath into the bathrobe she had found, leaving a trail of water behind. A burst of panic coursed through her and suddenly, chaos erupted.

Everything glass in the room exploded, the mirror, the glass holding her toothbrush, the shower screen, the lamps on the ceiling, not even the decorative glass panels on the wall survived. At the same time, Alexander burst through the door. He halted as soon as he saw the girl standing in front of the bath unharmed, staring at the mess around her, stunned. She was still soaking wet, her hair in disarray.

Alarmed by the sudden events around her, she looked at Alexander, upset. "What did you do that for?" she barked at him, angrily.

Unbelievingly, he looked at her for a moment until he suddenly started shaking with laughter; she really looked flabbergasted. "Dear Ravenna. You've been trying, quite successfully, to mangle my house for the last two weeks. I can't blow up glass and houses." His eyes twinkled with mirth as he looked at the furious, disheveled girl. "You can."

Ravenna looked at him puzzled. "You suddenly came bursting in and..." she tried to find words for what had happened around her. "You blew up the bathroom?" she said questioningly. "I was just lying in the bath." She looked around her uncomfortably, taking a step back from the man across her.

Alexander shook his head. It was obvious the girl had no idea of her own powers. He wondered how he would introduce her to them. "I was worried because I didn't hear you move. I just knocked on the door, called your name, and then all hell broke loose. That's why I forced the door."

Doubtfully, Ravenna eyed him. His smile irritated her. She tried to contain her anger; she still wasn't strong enough to escape from the house. It took her a moment, but then she shrugged and turned to the door, leaving Alexander behind in the mess.

He trailed behind her, walking past her to the hallway. "I've brought you dinner," he said, waving at the food on the dresser. "Don't let it get cold." Pointing out a large closet left of the door to the hallway, he informed her of the purchases he had made for her. "You'll find clothes in the wardrobe there. Get dressed and eat something, I'll be back in ten." He could not refrain from teasing her as he walked to the door, "Oh, and Ravenna? Please don't blow up this room too."

Ravenna looked at him stunned. It took her some moments to collect her puzzled thoughts, but then, she quickly walked to the wardrobe and started browsing its contents. She'd feel a lot better if she at least could put on some clothes. She sucked in a surprised breath as she sifted through the fabrics. The closet was filled with beautiful designer clothing that looked like they were her size. Well, would be her size when she'd gained some weight.

Whoever had stocked the closet had thought of everything; it was filled with T-shirts, blouses, skirts, some dresses, jeans, socks, stockings, and even bras and panties. Sexy bras and panties, she shyly observed. She chose dark blue, boot cut jeans with a simple T-shirt, groomed her hair, and attacked the dinner. It was not long before she heard Alexander walk towards the room again, entering it after a short knock.

Now she had had a bath and was dressed, Alexander recognized the shimmering beauty beneath her emaciated figure. She was not tall, about five foot three, and she had a beautiful, round, feminine face that expressed a strong character; her long blond hair showered over her shoulders to her waist. When she'd gained some more weight, she'd probably be downright stunning, Alexander mused. He hid his admiration; she was too edgy to appreciate that, at the moment.

"How was your dinner?" he kindly asked.

"Excellent," she answered politely, "thank you."

"Good," he said, smiling a crooked smile. "I've never cooked before, you know; had to make do with the cooking channel."

Ravenna looked at him, her brows furrowed. Right, what did he mean by that?

Alexander sighed, they still had a long way to go before she'd trust him; better start sooner than later. "You can choose what we'll do now. I can give you a tour of the house, or we can talk about what happened over the last few weeks and how we found you?" He looked at her expectantly; it took some moments before she answered him.

"The tour please," she said, fidgeting with her hands nervously.

Alexander nodded, hiding his smile, he had expected this answer. "All right. Let's go then." He walked through the door again and waited in the hallway until Ravenna caught up with him. She followed him reluctantly, hesitating on the doorstep before she stepped into the hallway. Sun poured in from glass panels in the roof, bathing the beautiful marble hall in golden sunlight. She looked around her appreciatingly; she obviously was in a vast mansion.

Subtly, she inventoried her surroundings; the stairs were across the hallway, one leading to the first floor and one circling up to the a higher story. Which would lead her out?

Alexander started pointing out rooms. "The room right from yours is another guest room, designed similarly to your own. On the left side is a sitting room with a billiard and bar." He took her to a pair of double doors on the left side of the house. "Here, you will find a library. If you're fond of reading, you'll find enough to satisfy your appetite here."

They entered a high room; shelves, stocked with endless rows of books, reached up to the ceiling and comfortable sofas were placed in the middle of the room to sit and read on. Ravenna marveled at the vast collection of books, sniffling at the smell of old paper that reached her nose. Everything in this room begged her to take a book and read, never to leave it again.

She lingered at the doors, but Alexander had other ideas than to stay there and guided her back to the hall where he started pointing out the remaining rooms. "On the right side there's a gym, and these stairs bring you to the second floor where you'll find my quarters. You're welcome to visit them, but you won't find much to do." A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes. "Although you will find a nice and warm bed there," he winked and grinned internally at the blush that decorated Ravenna's cheeks. She'd better get used to it.

"There's a roof terrace on the fourth floor," he waved at the stairs. "The house holds five bathrooms, one in your room, one in the other guestroom, one in my quarters, one downstairs, and a spare one in the basement, next to the pool. Use whichever you like."

He took Ravenna downstairs to the entrance hallway. "This is the center of the house. To your left, you'll find the kitchen, dining room, and entrance to the basement. At your right is the living room, a study, and a closed veranda. If you go through that door at the back, you'll get to the garage."

They walked to the living room, and Alexander decided he'd give his friend a head start before introducing the fragile girl next to him. He'd probably been listening to everything he'd told her, but with Dominic and delicacy, you couldn't take too many precautions.

"Dominic," Alexander called, "I'm going to introduce you to Ravenna, be nice."

"Walking on egg shells here."

Alexander grimaced; this was going to be difficult if he already started like that.

Ravenna entered the living room behind Alexander where a young man claimed the couch. He sifted through the channels on a huge plasma-TV and looked up as they approached the sofa, grinning cheekily as he took in her appearance.

Dominic Orion, she realized as she took in the breathtakingly handsome features of the man. He was blond too, as was Alexander; although Alexander was darker. He broke the silence before Alexander could say something.

"Man, you really are one skinny broomstick," he shot at her. "Alex," he turned to his friend, accusing, "you definitely should feed her more."

Ravenna stiffened at his words, she felt piqued. It wasn't like she'd starved herself, they had. Anger and anxiety warred in her head, and she shifted behind Alexander's broad shoulders.

Alexander felt the change in the girl beside him and sent a mental warning to his friend, "She's still very scared, Nick. I'd appreciate it if you'd at least try not to make her trash the house; although I realize that being sensitive is not in your department."

Dominic was not deterred. "She'll get used to it. It's my natural charm," he grinned cheekily at Alexander, who sighed at his friend.

Ravenna was looking around her uncomfortably. The interaction between the two men was strange, almost as if the two men could communicate silently with each other, not a good thing.

Alexander regained her attention before her anxiety could take the upper hand. "Ravenna, meet Dominic Orion, my best friend and hugest pain in the ass."

"Ass, schmass," Dominic said, winking at Ravenna. "I still make better coffee than you do."

Ravenna just stared at the two; things were getting stranger and stranger here.

"Right." Alexander decided he'd make his escape to the study, before the girl next to him truly got upset. "We'll introduce you to each other later. Ravenna?" They walked to the office at the other side of the living room, escaping Dominic's teasing.

"Ravenna, please take a seat," Alexander said, waving to two leather fauteuils at the window, a side table in between them. She walked to the one nearest to the window and dropped herself in it. She looked a little tired from the tour he'd just given her, but also a lot less tense than in she had been in her room. Patiently, she waited for what Alexander had to say.

Carefully, Alexander started talking. "Two weeks ago, Dominic and I suddenly felt a strange feeling course through us like we both had never experienced before. It was a very intense energy consuming sensation that ended as sudden as it had started. About a minute after the initial feeling had abated, it started again, but much less intense than the first time. Dominic and I decided to track down the source of the energy, and found it originated at a building owned by Richard Mason's company."

He stopped for a moment to see how the girl across him handled the things he had told her so far. Surprised, he saw the skeptical and even somewhat annoyed way she looked at him.

"You can feel energy? Like paranormal gifts or something?"

"No, I do not believe these kinds of powers exist." He read her face for a moment and decided she probably would not panic if he continued. He'd have to tell her sooner or later. "I mean that I am not human. I am a vampire."

Ravenna snorted delicately, feeling uncomfortable at the same time. She'd been saved by a madman.

"Let me finish," he said, as he saw her skeptic look, "I am a vampire, truly. I will show you, don't be scared." Concentrating on the bureau in the back of the room, he lifted it slowly with his mind, letting it float through the room before placing it back on its original place.

Looking back to the girl, he read her mind, monitoring her emotions. He answered her unspoken thoughts. "You are not hallucinating." She looked at him shocked. "Yes, I can read your mind. No, I have not done that before because I do not want to invade your privacy. Four, seventy, two million three hundred thousand five hundred five," he groaned. "I'm not going to keep on repeating every number you can think of."

She looked at him with huge eyes, baffled by the display in front of her. Alexander tasted her emotions and found no fear, just surprise; an edge of acceptance already rising in her mind. He rolled his eyes, "seven oh seven."

"Okay," Ravenna said in a small voice, she was in a room with a vampire. "So, uhm, what does a, uh, vampire, well, you know, do?" He chuckled at her incoherent sentence. Her thoughts were not much more coherent.

"Most of the time, we just try to remain unnoticed. Vampires have superhuman strength, speed, and senses much sharper than humans. We do not age, and our strengths increase as we get older. That's inconvenient in the human world, but you'll find humans are blunt instruments. They observe the world very inadequately; we don't have to be overly careful."

"And, uh, well, you know." She turned red and felt extremely embarrassed; maybe this wasn't the most brilliant question to ask. Alexander followed the trail of her thought and couldn't help but smile at her embarrassment. It was a logical question to ask. "We get our blood from the blood bank. It's run by vampires actually. But we don't necessarily kill if we drink from a human."

"Oh." That was kinda reassuring, and kinda creepy. You think you're donating for humanity and, instead, these gorgeous vampires take a sip. Weird. "Sunlight?"

"Kills younger vampires when they are exposed too long; makes me a bit more sluggish, but nothing I can't handle."

"You're like an old timer, or something?"

"Hmm hmm, I'm over 5000 years old."

She stared at him. More than five millennia old, that's like, even before Homer lived, when humans still lived in caves. He certainly was good looking for being elderly. She winced, he'd probably heard that. Oh man. Alexander waited patiently for her to calm down again, a small smile on his lips. Her thoughts were completely erratic. Suddenly, Ravenna thought back to the interaction she had witnessed between him and Dominic.

Alexander answered her before she could voice her question. "Young vampires are able to speak to each other mentally, to read thoughts of weak minded individuals and influence them."

She shot him an irritated look; she really did not like that he was reading her mind. He chuckled. "Then shield me. I'm sure you're able to keep me out. Our gifts improve as we age, but you have a very strong mind. Even unshielded, I have difficulty hearing your every thought." Well, that at least was something, she thought annoyed. And how did he expect her to do that?

"Shh, just focus for a moment. Concentrate on the things you feel in your mind. At this moment, I'm not trying to enter it, try to remember how that feels."

Ravenna did as he said, retreating into herself to only feel, instead of hear, her thoughts. Suddenly, she felt a tugging sensation somewhere at the back of her mind. She fought it back instantly, angry by the disruption of the peaceful state. Alexander responded with a laugh. "Very good, that was me you just threw out. That's how you shield."

That was easier than she had imagined. She shot him some words she should not say out loud, concentrating on keeping him out. His face remained blank; he obviously had not heard what she'd just thrown at him, she thought contentedly. This wasn't so bad.

Alexander didn't have to guess what she'd been trying, and he grinned at her arrogant smile. She really was something. He continued explaining about himself. "As we age, we learn to sense intentions, emotions, and detect subtle power fluctuations. Some of us have extra powers. As I just showed you, I master telekinesis."

She frowned, trying to keep up with all the new information she heard.

"Well, as I told you, Dominic and I felt these strange waves course through us and we tried to find the source. When we arrived at Mason's terrain, we found that the building had collapsed partially, and that many people had died there. It looked like a warzone. We searched the building for any clue as to what had happened and found you there, hanging in a cell. You were severely wounded and emaciated; you looked like you would die soon. We decided to give you a chance to survive and took you with us."

"But you did not find the source of the waves?"

"Well, we did. We found you. But it was not until we had brought you here, that we discovered that you sent out the waves."

She started to feel skeptic again. Then again, everything he had just told her, he had been able to prove to her. She looked at him with big eyes; he could not be serious that she could do things like that.

Alexander saw her process everything. "You never knew you could do things like these, did you?" he said kindly. He pitied her; obviously she had never been guided in her life.

She shook her head. "What did I do, and how?" she whispered.

"I don't know," he said thoughtful. "To me, the sensations feel like subtle waves crashing in me, like the sea rocking against the shore. As long as they are not too intense, they are quite pleasant actually." He smiled. "Do you recognize anything like that?"

She looked at him stunned. He'd just described her comforting void.

Alexander saw the recognition in her face. He nodded at her encouragingly. "Try to focus on those feelings."




What's in a Name? Ch. 04



Notes:

1) Most locations are real. Characters and events are all fictional.

2) 'Joan' and 'Beth' are the same person. When referring to events in the past, I will generally use her original name, Joan. Talking to her or about in the present, I will use Beth. Both names refer to the same individual, but will alter the nature of our relationship.

3) This is a re-submission of an earlier story. I've started writing the story from Beth's perspective and some scenes have changed as a result. 

Chapter 4: Jackie

My daughter had always disliked her name, Joan, considering it boring. She was named for Cathy's favorite Aunt (Cathy and I divorced when our son, Paul, was 20 and Joan was 14). We had joint custody with Joan staying with me from Thursday evening to Monday morning. When Joan finished high school, she decided to start going by her middle name, Beth (for Elizabeth). When she changed her name, it changed her, and the nature of our relationship. Joan was my daughter. Beth became my lover last week. On Friday night, she had intentionally gotten us both tipsy (she joined me in drinking beer), and then seduced me.

We spent the weekend fucking like rabbits, and on Sunday we visited an adult boutique to get her something to replace 'Richard,' her pet name for my cock, while she was at Mom's.

On Monday, I got an e-mail from Paul saying that he and his girlfriend would be in town for a week next month. I noted it on my calendar.

I had hoped I could make it through the week without doing myself, but only made it to Tuesday evening. I didn't visit a porn site though; thoughts of Beth were more than sufficient to get me off.

As I drove home from work Thursday evening, knowing that I would see her this evening was enough to get me hard.

She normally got home from practice before I did on Thursdays, but her car wasn't in the drive. I had started dinner, and she volunteered to fix a salad when she got home a few minutes later. She seemed eager to share something, and as soon as we sat at the table she broke into a shit-eating grin. "I think I told you that Jackie came out as bi last year. She said that her passes to us would be limited to the soccer field, but she may accept a pass from us. Remember how I mentioned that a few girls on the team shaved their pussies? Jackie's one of them. Anyhow, we were talking with each other after practice on Tuesday. I had to tell someone that I was no longer a virgin and it ended up being her. I admitted that she knew my lover and that she had commented more than once that he was hot. She immediately asked who it was, but I said I'd rather not tell her. She didn't ask why and never brought it up again. She then asked me about some of the things we did, and I told her. We both got turned on by it, and she convinced me to call Mom to tell her I would be spending the night with her. We spent the night exploring different ways two women can have sex with each other. She also has a ton of sex toys. If you hadn't demonstrated how hot hetero sex can be, Tuesday may have been enough to make me give up on guys. She also stated that she was into threesomes if I was willing to share my new boyfriend." Almost as an afterthought, Beth added "oh, I also have a surprise for you later."

Jackie was one of her teammates who was joining her at the U of P that fall. The others were Karen and Shannon. All four had accepted soccer scholarships, and were planning on sharing a suite in the dorms. I remembered Joan telling me about Jackie coming out to the team, but she hadn't mentioned the "passing" comment -- that's something that Beth would tell me, but not Joan. From her expression, it was clear Beth wanted to take up Jackie's offer if I was OK with it. I don't know if every man dreams of having sex with two women, but it's been a common fantasy for me, so I was naturally interested. In this case, however, I was also concerned. "Are you willing to admit to Jackie that you're having an incestuous affair with your father? And if she knows, can you trust her to be discrete about it? If you're positive that the answer to both questions is yes, I'm willing to share you with your teammate. I don't see this being a regular thing, but once or twice over the summer would be OK."

"As to your first concern - when we weren't having wild sex with each other, she showed me some of her favorite stories on a smut site. A couple involved sex between a brother and sister, but several involved a father/daughter couple. In light of the relationship with her father, or should I say the LACK of a relationship, I could see how something like that would appeal to her." Jackie's father had moved to Colorado when she was 5 and she only saw him a few times each year. I'm sure they talked on the phone and traded texts and e-mails, but it's not the same. "She'll be surprised, but she'll probably be more turned on at the idea. As for discretion, at one point I asked her if she had had sex with anybody else on the team. Her smile indicated that she had, but she wouldn't even tell me how many let alone name names. Also, as I mentioned, she immediately dropped the subject when I said I wasn't comfortable saying who I had slept with."

Beth clearly had the bases covered, so I said. "OK, see if you can set something up for some Friday or Saturday night and you can play it any way you want. All I ask is that it happens here. I want to have control over the environment, and this is the best place for that. About the only thing on the calendar is that Paul and Nancy will be here the first week of next month." 

She pulled out her cell phone and walked into the living room. By this time we had finished dinner, and already had the kitchen squared away. All that was left was starting the dishwasher.

I walked into the room as she was slipping her phone into a pocket. She said that she had arranged to pick Jackie up after work tomorrow. She didn't tell Jackie if it would be a threesome or just the two of them, but had made it clear that it wouldn't be a childhood sleep-over.

"As I mentioned, Paul and Nancy will be in town a couple weeks from now. He hasn't finalized the reservations, but I said that somebody should be able to make it out to the airport to get them."

Beth looked thoughtful for a few seconds. Her expression soon changed to an evil grin. "We'll have to arrange a 'welcome home' party. A couple weeks should be plenty of time to set it up right."

I said "We'll talk about it" and let the matter rest.

Since Friday, Beth had taken over the remote. She had turned on the TV, but wasn't having any luck finding anything interesting. I suggested that we adjourn to the bedroom and Beth's eyes lit up as she turned off the TV. We both undressed on the way. Beth stopped for a second after taking off her panties and I turned to see why. Her bush was gone. I remembered her comment about having a surprise for me, and realized that she had all but told me what the surprise was. She had spent Tuesday night with Jackie, who was one of the girls who shaved her pussy. Her pussy was as bare as it was the last used the family changing rooms together a decade ago. I honestly couldn't decide if I preferred her with or without the bush. We then proceeded directly to the bathroom to watch each other pee. We both had a better view without the hair.

When we got to the bed, I suggested we try something different tonight. Beth's response caught me off guard. "We've done something different every night we've spent together. Friday we started with oral sex and then you took my virginity -- sideways. Saturday morning you fucked me in the shower then ordered me to let you take me doggy style that night. We spent Sunday playing watersports, and that night we finally had sex 'like normal people' using the missionary position. Then you fucked me in the ass -- sideways. What could be more different?" This was delivered with mock anger. I don't know how she managed to sound like she was upset while smiling.

I had to admit that she had a point. "The difference is that tonight we won't touch each other -- at all -- until after we both cum. It occurred to me this week that we'd both been satisfying ourselves for a while up until last weekend. Tonight, we'll satisfy ourselves, but we'll be watching each other rather than some random website. I can watch you gush as you cum, and you can watch me shoot my load." 

A few seconds later, she conceded "OK, you win. That IS different. I'll admit that I've wondered how guys could simulate a pussy, You did give me a hint last night but I'd like to see it. Fingers aren't exactly a cock, but they can apply pressure in similar places. Of course, I'm now using three fingers in my pussy when I was using just one a week ago. I didn't realize how much of a bother my hymen was until it was no longer there. Thank you for taking care of it so effectively. That John Cougar song 'Hurts so Good' comes to mind."

"It was, quite literally, my pleasure. But back to the present -- I normally use a rag to catch my semen, but I suspect you'll want to watch it spurt. Do you have a preference of where it goes?"

"Is it against the rules for you to cum in my mouth?" She was clearly hoping that she could swallow my cum.

"I'll give you a facial, and try to get most of it into your mouth. Will that work?" It really didn't matter where I shot my load. With company coming, we'd have clean sheets on the bed tomorrow anyhow.

"So you're serious about not touching each other?" Beth's disappointment was apparent.

"Yes." I replied. "Consider it a lesson in restraint, but I don't think you'll be disappointed. Besides, after we both get ourselves off, we can go back to fucking like rabbits."

Having set the rules, we arranged ourselves on the bed. Beth sat leaning against the headboard with her legs spread. I leaned against the wall with one of my legs resting on hers. Yes, we were touching each other, but only incidentally. She reached for her pussy with one hand, and grabbed a breast with the other. She ran a single finger from the top of her partially open slit to the bottom then drove three fingers into herself. Her eyes were glued to my cock as I wrapped my hand around it and started pumping. Watching Beth fingering herself was hotter than any porn site, and a glance at her face indicated that watching me had a similar effect on her. In addition to the view, no porn site could provide the aroma of two lovers. Her hand alternated between her hole and her clit while I just kept beating my meat. She finally quit pinching her nipples so she could stimulate both ends of her slit at the same time. Soon after that, she closed her eyes, tensed and then let out a moan. 

I let go of my shaft just long enough to shift to my knees. Beth opened her eyes to find my cock inches from her face. She immediately opened her mouth. As she started to lean forward, I signaled her to stop with my free hand. I could tell that it was a mental struggle for her to comply, but she leaned back against the headboard. I aimed my cock at her open mouth as I let out stream after stream of cum. She couldn't hold all of it, and a couple jets hit her when her mouth was closed, swallowing an earlier blast. She swallowed what she had caught while the rest dripped down from her face onto her breasts.

"Well done." I said. "You did good. How did it feel?"

"A lot better than I expected, but I still prefer touching each other. Can I suck the rest of the cum off you now?"

"Go for it. In fact, I believe you could use a good licking yourself, so why don't we take care of each other?" As I said this, I licked off some of my semen that had missed her mouth. As she lay on top of me, it occurred to me that this was far and away the most common position for us. I was reminded of one of the major advantages of a shaved pussy, but surprised that her sex tasted different. She had a muskier flavor than last weekend. Regardless, in just a few days, the two of us were accustomed to tasting our mixed cum. The fact that we both enjoyed both giving and receiving oral sex was the best thing about our relationship. No, I corrected myself, it was the second best. Our love for each other was first.

It was clear that her intention was not just to clean the cum off my cock. She didn't need to take it into her throat for that. Following suit, I licked her pussy clean, followed by her pee-hole and then her clit. As I was sucking her clit, she stiffened and whimpered, and her pussy needed to be licked clean again. As I was savoring her renewed juices, she had a new 'mess' to deal with as I came again. This time we stuck to the task at hand and avoided further 'messes.'

When we separated, she said "OK, mutual masturbation is definitely better than fingering myself over a porn site or some story, but I prefer having sex with an active partner. The first part of this evenings program was good, but the second part was better." She said it as if writing a review of a play or something. I knew Joan, but I still have a lot to learn about Beth.

We both had to get up early, so we ended our lovemaking at that point. Besides, we expected to have a full night tomorrow.

********

Friday morning we established what had become our week-day routine. I fixed coffee, and we both peed on each other in the shower before washing. I stripped the bed as we were getting dressed and asked Beth if she could make it. She said she'd take care of it between soccer practice and work. I drove to work with a smile on my face. I had a bigger smile driving home thinking about what was planned for that evening.

Beth must have changed after work -- sun dresses weren't appropriate at the nursery, and bras were required. She greeted me at the door with the usual hug and kiss (but not French, this time). I then noticed Jackie watching from her seat on the couch. Her expression shifted from a smug smile to a shit-eating grin. "Beth, I've been wondering all week about who took your virginity. You admitted that I knew him but your refusal to tell me now makes sense. You've actually been fucking your father? So I guess that means we WILL be spending the night at your boyfriend's place."

Beth smiled at me then answered over her shoulder "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm fucking Joan's father. If you hadn't shown me those the stories about incest, I wouldn't have taken you up on your offer." She had turned as she said this and was now facing Jackie. "The thing is, I honestly see him as Joan's father, not mine, so it really isn't incest. This guy" she pointed at me with a thumb over her shoulder "agreed to your suggestion only after I assured him that you wouldn't be too freaked out. What's really weird is that 'Joan' never saw him as anything but her father. It wasn't until I became Beth that I realized you and the other girls were right about him being hot." Beth managed to convey to her friend how our relationship had changed in a few sentences. It had taken me a over an hour to accept that it had changed, and I was still trying to figure out all the implications of those changes a week later. "The fact that you don't tell anybody who you've been with helps. For obvious reasons, this isn't something that he or I want others to know about. As far as I'm concerned, I'm having sex with an older man that I've always referred to as 'Dad'. You are one of the few people I can think of who would understand that."

I've known Jackie since she started playing soccer in 2nd or 3rd grade. I can honestly say that this is the first time I've seen her speechless. She stood up and gave Beth a hug, and Beth returned the gesture. Jackie's eyes were closed as the hug started. When she opened them, she looked at me and gave me a 'come hither' look. I walked over and wrapped my arms around both of them. We held each other for a timeless moment, the separated, each wearing a shy smile.

We made our way to the kitchen, where dinner was waiting. I opened a bottle of Merlot that perfectly complimented their creation. The spell from the hug dissipated, and life resumed. During dinner, Beth and Jackie talked about soccer and their plans for the fall. Jackie commented "Joan was a hell of a soccer player, and you're just as good, but you make the rest of us look better. I would signal to Joan that I was going to rush the goal and she'd nod and pass the ball giving me an easy goal. Now, I can just make the break and know the ball will be there. I'm not the only one who's noticed. One of the Juniors asked me if you had always been a mind reader." 

Beth smiled modestly "I think I know who you're talking about. She caught onto my power throw-in almost immediately. During scrimmages, I could see her break for an opening and throw the ball to land at her feet." I'm not reading anyone's mind, I'm just watching the field."

A short time later, I explained the arrangement Beth and I had for our relationship. It would only be a summer affair -- with Beth living in the dorms when school started. Jackie was initially puzzled, but was fully on board when I explained my reasoning. As her lover, I would have happily shared my bed with her for the rest of my life. As her father, I knew that she had to establish a relationship with someone else. 

Jackie stated "As soccer stars, just about everybody on the team will have at least a few guys salivating over us. On the other hand, a lot of guys are intimidated by girls who are smarter than they are, and I take advantage of that. I'm a natural blond, and playing dumb comes easily. Beth tried to explain Relativity to me, and it made my head spin. When she started talking about dark stuff, I was clueless. If I find a guy who is interested in talking about that crap, I'll send them to Beth. There are science geeks who would go apeshit finding a girl who understood that stuff. With your combination of body and brains, you could trip one of them in a heartbeat." Beth all but licked her lips at this. Jackie was right about Beth's interest in science and math. She and I would occasionally have conversations about number theory or the latest news out of CERN. Like me, she had an almost instinctive understanding of calculus. She hadn't decided on a major yet, wavering between Physics, Mathematics or Computer Science.

It had already been agreed that they would be sharing a suite in the dorms with Karen and Shannon. The setup has two double rooms sharing a common bathroom. The four of them still hadn't decided who would be rooming with who. Beth suggested that maybe she and Jackie could share a room. Jackie looked at me, clearly asking for my opinion.

"Actually Beth, I think it would be better if Jackie bunked with one of the other girls. You two would still have plenty of opportunities to play together, but part of the plan is for you to find a boyfriend. If Jackie is too readily available, you might not be as motivated."

Jackie's nod made it clear that, although I may not have given the answer she was expecting, it was one she could get behind. She was one of the team's goalies. When she wasn't playing keeper, she was a forward. She was about 5'10" and, like Beth, appeared to be at least 20 pound lighter than she actually was. She wasn't kidding about being blond and wore her hair in a page-boy cut (just long enough to tie back for soccer). She too was in a sun dress (sans bra). Her breasts were slightly larger than Beth's b-cups, but her chest was larger as well. Her face was more angular than Beth's but still quite attractive. Her eyes shifted between green and blue. "Don't worry about the dorm situation. I'll ask one of the others to share a room later. Back to the topic at hand -- how long ago did you trip him?"

Beth gave her a puzzled look, and then giggled. "You used that expression earlier. If it's what I think it is" Jackie nodded in response to the implied question "it was a week ago tonight. I'd been thinking about it for a while and started setting the stage a week before. He and Mom both warned me about drinking at parties, but he went on to tell me why. I decided to get us both a little tipsy so HE might try to get into my pants. He didn't, so I took them off and got into his. After that, we were at it all weekend. By Tuesday, I felt like I had to tell somebody soon, or I'd explode. When you and I started talking after practice, I decided to confide in you. I didn't expect what followed, but I'm glad that it did."




What's in a Name? Ch. 04



"I am too." Jackie then shifted to a tone that was all business. "Now that I know the score, I have some rules. I'm not too picky about what goes in my mouth, but nothing larger than a tongue goes into either opening below without protection." She glanced at Beth "you all but stated that something would be happening tonight, so I have condoms and all that. That will cover basic STD protection and birth control, so it's all good." At this point she looked directly at me "I trust you understand the meaning of the word 'no'."

"Definitely, and I'll make sure you have the opportunity to say it whenever it may be required. I've never been into bondage, and I'm not interested in starting now. Beth and I did a little domination/submission, but that's about it. I'm not going to stop every two minutes for permission, but if I sense any hesitancy, I will ask before proceeding." I've never been with a prostitute, but I doubt they dealt with the messy issues with more finesse. "My only request is that when the condoms come out, I want Beth to apply it. I've done it, and it seems clear that you have as well. She could use the practice." I had had a vasectomy soon after Joan was born, so birth control wasn't really an issue. I knew that I was clean of STD's, and doubted that Jackie carried anything, but Beth did need the practice, and this was a perfect opportunity. Since I didn't need them, I didn't have condoms. It worked out well that Jackie did.

Beth was surprised, but Jackie just nodded. "That makes sense. Do you want to show her, or should I?"

"I think I'd prefer that you show her, if you don't mind me offering a guy's perspective."

This time Jackie was surprised. "If I do anything wrong, I'd love to know about it. You're the first man that's offered to critique me."

The housekeeping discussion was necessary, but it did kind of kill the mood. I gave Beth the remote "Do your thing TV goddess."

Beth took it and giggled to Jackie "I chose the show last Friday that helped me trip him." She took a quick look at the options, and found a romantic comedy on one of the "adults only" channels. The show Beth mentioned was 'Real Sex', a TV-M news magazine on HBO. In this case, the comedy seemed more appropriate. The girls sat on the love seat, while I took my usual seat in the recliner. As the show progressed we quickly loosened up. Last Friday, Beth and I both tried to hide our arousal. Tonight, we all knew what would follow, so we were free to react openly. First the girls demonstrated why it was called a 'love seat." They draped their arms over each other then Jackie slipped her hand into Beth's top. I relieved the pressure on the bulge in my pants by opening the top of my jeans. It wasn't long before the girls had their hands up each others skirts revealing that both were wearing thongs. Beth's bare pussy lips were visible, and her comment about Jackie shaving was equally evident. It wasn't much more than a few minutes later that both girls' dresses were wrapped around their waists and their thongs were pulled aside. The show had clearly served its purpose, so I reached for the remote. Beth saved me the trouble and turned off the TV herself. 

As I walked into the bedroom, I removed my clothes. The girls followed me as I went straight to the bathroom. Both dresses landed just inside the bedroom door, the thongs made it a little further. Jackie first averted her eyes then noticed that Beth was walking in for a closer look. She soon followed. As I finished and lowered the seat, Beth sat and spread her legs. Jackie was surprised, but watched with the same rapt attention as me. She then followed suit.

As we approached the bed, I explained to Jackie some of the variations that Beth and I had explored. "Beth and I both love giving and receiving oral, and we've tried several different positions. We've tried ass-play once, and both got off on it. At some point, I want to show you a position I've never seen on a porn site."

Beth interjected "Dad, I liked the anal at the time, but once a month is probably about all my ass is good for right now." She then turned to Jackie. "Dad's stamina is amazing. David always collapsed after a blow-job. Last Friday, he gave me 5 or 6 orgasms and came at least four times himself. That was in the course of a single session." She gestured at my penis saying "Richard is a real trooper."

Jackie raised her eyebrows and grabbed my dick as if she were shaking a hand "Pleased to meet you Richard. We'll get to you soon enough. Coach," (a name Jackie still used for me from the years that I coached Beth and her in soccer) "It has come to my attention that you have excellent oral skills. I would appreciate it if you could demonstrate them. While you do that, I will try to service Beth in a similar manner." She said this in a business-like tone, tempered with an inviting smile.

Based on what I knew about Tuesday night, I can imagine how my 'skill' had come to her attention. With that, she fell back onto the bed. Beth climbed on top of her and I knelt between her legs. 

Beth's pussy is like a rosebud, her inner lips completely hidden when her legs are together. Jackie's was a rose in full bloom with the inner lips spilling out of her slit like petals. She had either shaved sometime in the afternoon or had a more effective method of removing her hair -- there wasn't a hint of stubble. I spread her legs so I could lick along her outer lips, avoiding the inner folds. I then plunged my tongue as deeply into her as I could. The flavor of her sex wasn't the same as Beth's, but it was similar, and equally erotic. I peeked over her mound to see Beth, facing away from me, on her knees. Jackie was sucking on her clit, so I mimicked her, adding just a hint of teeth. Jackie came with a scream almost immediately and I discovered that she was a squirter. My chin was flooded with her juice, but I was able to move my mouth down to catch most of it. As I was licking up the last of Jackie's cum, I heard a loud slap. I again looked up and saw a clear hand-print across Beth's ass. Her "Ouch" was cut short by the now familiar whimpering moan as she came.

Beth rose as she came and rested her forehead against the wall. When the whimpering stopped, Jackie said to Beth with a smile "I could tell you were teetering on the edge, and decided to give you a push. I hope you don't mind."

Beth wore a distant expression on her flushed face as she looked down at her friend. "I certainly didn't expect it, but it seems to have worked." The statement was followed by a repeated, complete, "Ouch. That John Cougar song apparently has more than one meaning."

Jackie looked down at me for an explanation. 'Hurts so Good' I said.

"I suspect my sources understated your skill, but I didn't have time to make a complete evaluation. Hopefully we can complete a follow-up test later."

"I'll see if I can fit you into my schedule" I answered as I stood up. Her eyes stayed on mine until I was almost upright, then shot back down.

"Hellooo Richard" she said with a grin. She immediately sat up. "Beth, you didn't mention that your Dad had a monster cock. Do you mind if I have a taste of it?"

"First, he's Joan's Dad. If he were mine, this would be incest. The reason I didn't tell you about his size is because the only comparison I had was David and I assumed that his cock matched his dickless personality. Go for it, as long as you don't wear him out. I'll want a taste or two myself. As much as I liked your licking, my pussy misses Richard too." Beth had turned around to sit next to her friend, and I now had two horny 18-year-old beauties looking at my cock. 

Richard seemed to be thrilled with the attention, and was (literally) dripping with anticipation. As Beth had the week before, Jackie started by licking the pre-cum from my cock. She then took my entire length, neatly guiding the head down her throat. I'm not sure how, but she somehow mimicked the actions of Beth's pussy when she came -- Jackie's throat was stroking my cock. I pulled back a bit, knowing that I would cum if it lasted more than a few seconds. Jackie accepted my retreat graciously. Looking up at me, she said "you and Richard are both perfect gentlemen. Beth, I think it's your turn."

When Jackie abandoned her seat on the bed, Beth got off the bed as well, indicating that she wanted me to lie down. I did so with my smile hidden by the pillow, lying face down. Beth slapped my ass and told me to behave. "That's my line!" I laughed, as I turned over.

"Just because my pussy doesn't have a name, doesn't mean it doesn't have needs. Jackie helped me out on Tuesday and tonight, but I've been missing Richard all week." With that, she sat straddling me, reached behind her back to guide my cock into her pussy. When she had lowered herself onto my bush she commented "I didn't realize that shaving my pubes would affect this. I can really feel your bush now." 

I didn't comment, but I also noticed a difference. I reached up to fondle her breasts. She shifted a bit as she sat on me fully, then raised herself until only the head of my cock was in her. She then took me completely into her moist warmth again. After a handful of long strokes, Beth came and (as always) took me with her. Beth climbed off of my cock, and sidled up so I could lick her pussy. As soon as Beth was out of the way, Jackie took Richard in her mouth to capture the rest of my cum.

"I can't think of anything that compares with semen and pussy juice" Jackie opined. "I almost like it better when it isn't my juice."

I couldn't respond, being preoccupied with Beth's pussy. Beth replied "I'd tasted both separately, but it didn't occur to me that the two together would be such a great combination until last weekend. I guess I'll have to take your word about the flavor of a different pussy."

I'm not sure how it was that I heard, let alone remembered, this exchange. I was experiencing sensory overload, licking Beth's pussy while Jackie was sucking my cock. My attention was on the smell and taste of Beth's sex with barely enough to spare savoring Jackie's activities.

After the second oral interlude ended (Beth had another orgasm, Jackie sensed that I was close and quit her ministrations), Jackie announced that it was time to give Beth her first lesson. I was momentarily puzzled until I remembered the previous discussion of condoms.

Beth climbed off me while Jackie reached into her purse. "There are two techniques you should learn. The first was presented in health class a couple years ago."

Beth took the line, and carried it. "I know what you're talking about. They had us practice on a cucumber." Beth opened the package Jackie gave her, pinched the end of the condom with her left hand and placed it on the head of my cock.

Beth barely had her right hand in place to start unrolling the rubber when Jackie stopped her. "It looks like they covered the standard approach sufficiently. The second method starts out the same but has a much more enjoyable finish." I suspected where Jackie was headed, and hoped that I was right. "They really can't cover it in school, because it requires a basic understanding of oral sex." My hopes were fulfilled. "You start out the same way, but use your lips to unroll the condom along his shaft. I've found it helps if you hold the tip between two fingers instead of using your thumb."

It took about a second for Beth to translate the description into action. She held the tip of the condom between the first two fingers of her right hand. She then placed her mouth over her hand and, without sucking, slid her lips along the length of my cock, removing her fingers to assist in unrolling the condom.

"Jackie" I observed, "I promised to give you 'a guy's perspective' and I have no complaints with your condom techniques."

Jackie quickly inspected the results. "You got it exactly right the first time. It took me about a week's practice with a cucumber before I was willing to try it with my boyfriend at the time."

Beth replied "between you, Richard, and that guy" her gesture made it clear that she was referring to me, "I understood the idea, and translated that into the motions that would produce the desired results."

Jackie gawked at her. "I guess there's a plus side to being a science geek."

Beth responded. "It's more engineering, but I'll take the compliment. Thank you."

"Girls," I interjected "I respect your sense of accomplishment, but it may be a good idea to hold off on the congratulations." They both looked at me -- first in the face, then at my crotch. Beth let slip a quiet "oops" while Jackie addressed the issue more directly. She immediately sat on my fading erection, guiding it into her flower. This brought it back to full attention. My penetration consisted half of her sitting on me, and Richard's growth in response. Her pussy wasn't as tight as Beth's, but it was clear that she hadn't had kids. With the condom, I couldn't feel the moisture, but I could still feel the warm embrace of her sex.

Beth was sitting on the bed next to Jackie, watching her friend fuck me. I grabbed her hand, and indicated that I wanted her to move. She grinned and was soon on her knees facing Jackie with her pussy right over my mouth. Beth and Jackie kissed each other and took turns suckling each others breasts. While they played, I enjoyed living out my fantasy of having my cock in one pussy and my tongue in another. I knew that I could have cum instantly, but wanted to savor the experience. I focused on exploring the length of Beth's crevice, from anus to clit, pressing into her vagina, trying to do the same to her urethra, and finally sucking on her clitoris. I then focused on Jackie's activities. In addition to her sliding up and down my cock, she was also moving her hips in a circular motion, just enough to increase the pressure on different parts of my cock's circumference. With my attention now on my penis, I couldn't hold off any longer and filled the tip of the condom. Jackie felt it, and responded with a scream as her pussy gripped my shaft and soaked my bush. Beth came with us, her orgasm indicated with an increase of pussy juice and her whimpering moan.

Jackie was the first to speak. "I've died and gone to heaven."

Beth was sucking one of Jackie's tits but lifted her head at this. "I thought you were an atheist."

"I am, but that doesn't mean I can't believe in heaven on earth." Jackie glanced at my cock and said "let me take care of the condom for you."

I shook my head, and replied, "I'll deal with it myself if you don't mind." I climbed out from under the two of them, and walked to the bathroom. Beth followed eagerly, while Jackie was more hesitant. I think it was curiosity that finally drew her to the door of the bathroom. I lifted the lid and seat together and urinated into the condom. It ballooned slightly then started to slide off. It splashed a bit as it hit the water and immediately sank to the bottom of the bowl. I finished emptying my bladder as both girls gaped. Beth's only previous experience with condoms was the demonstration in Sex Ed. Jackie was more familiar with them, but clearly hadn't seen this technique for removing them. I explained "The age difference between Beth and her brother is an indication of how effective condoms are as a form of birth control. During the course of six years, I've had a lot of practice with them. Since I knew I'd need to use the toilet soon anyhow, I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone." 

I started to look for something to wipe the fluids off my cock when Beth sat on the edge of the tub. She grabbed me and guided my meat into her mouth. I got hard immediately, but Beth's only goal was to clean Richard (and sample another combination of bodily fluids). She stood up as soon as I was 'clean.'

As I stepped away from the toilet, Jackie lowered the seat, sat and started to pee. Beth hopped onto the vanity, and pushed her butt up against the faucet. She spread her legs and watched her pee splash into the sink. Jackie shook her head. "You two are unbelievable." She looked at Beth. "You didn't mention you two were into piss play, although I kind of guessed it when you followed Coach into the bathroom earlier."

The comments were directed at Beth, but I answered "It probably slipped her mind. The two of us were rather busy last weekend" I chuckled as I glanced at Beth. "Did you just come up with that, or is it something you tried earlier this week?"

Beth replied, "You sent me the links to the watersports sites, and I checked a couple of them out. One had a story in which a girl peed in a sink while her brother watched. It sounded plausible, but this is the first time I've tried it." She then asked Jackie to hand her some toilet paper so she could wipe herself, and tossed it between Jackie's legs when she was done. As the three of us headed back to the bed, I asked Jackie if she had another condom.

"I have plenty. I don't think Beth needs any more practice if that's what you had in mind."

"I agree with you, but I haven't had a chance to show you the position I mentioned earlier."

Beth grinned "Neither of us have seen it on any porn site. I'm sure Dad isn't the first to have tried it, but it doesn't seem to be well known."

Jackie reached into her purse again, and pulled out another condom. She applied this one herself, using the standard technique. When she finished, I asked her to lie on her side, and raise her leg. I straddled the leg on the bed, and slipped Richard into her. She smiled, saying "you're right; I haven't tried it this way before, but will definitely keep it in mind for the future. I hugged her raised leg, while pumping her.

I was enjoying myself, but wanted to clarify something she had said earlier. "You mentioned that condoms are required for both holes. Does that mean you enjoy anal?"

"If you want to take my ass, go for it. My last couple boyfriends weren't into it, so it's been way too long since I've had a decent ass-fucking." I slipped my cock out of her pussy (well lubricated with her juices) and shifted slightly. I let go of her leg so I had both hands free to guide my dick into her ass-hole. I slid into her easily, so she obviously had enjoyed having it in the ass enough times to know how to open it. I returned to hugging her leg. 

With all the previous activities that evening and the lack of the 'bear hug,' I don't think I've ever ass-fucked as long as I did that night. Jackie came, and her cum squirted my bush between my balls and my thigh, while I continued my long strokes. I wasn't worried about being 'pushed out' of her as I was with Beth last week, so I was able to pull almost all the way out before burying myself to the hilt again. 

Beth was watching, and apparently liked what she was seeing. She was pinching her nipple with one hand, and rubbing her clit with the other. After a couple minutes, she let out her signature whimpering moan as he head fell back with her eyes closed. After her orgasm, she continued playing with herself.

Jackie screamed as she came again. Beth tensed, and let out another contented sigh and I finally grunted with my release. As I pulled out of Jackie's ass, the condom was almost pulled off my cock. I pinched the condom onto my penis to ensure that none of my semen escaped. It actually worked out rather well since I couldn't 'pee the condom off' as I had earlier. Jackie was clearly worn out by the night's activities and was already nodding off. I signaled to Beth to climb into bed with us. I was sandwiched between two beautiful young women with Jackie in front of me and Beth behind. With larger individuals, the queen mattress would have been cramped, but it was sufficient for us. I fell asleep with a hand on one of Jackie's breasts and both of Beth's pressed against my back.

*

Please let me know what you think of the story. What you liked, what you disliked. If you have other ideas of what you would like to see Beth explore with her Dad, I'm open to suggestions. 



What's in a Name? Ch. 04



She closed her eyes, and searched for the gentle waves she had felt course through her body earlier. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she could discern them. They were very subtle, and it took her some effort to isolate them from the background noise. As she tried to mold them into her conscious mind, she felt their force increase.

Alexander monitored her efforts. "I can feel the waves coursing through me now," he said approvingly. "Do you feel them too?"

Ravenna nodded absentmindedly, trying to bring the feeling to the front of her mind. She suddenly felt Alexander shift uneasily. "Ravenna, I'm placing a glass on the side table. How do you feel about trying to smash the glass?" He had felt how the house had started shaking again, and thought better to sacrifice one glass than to unleash her powers on his carefully styled house; a glass really was less work cleaning up.

Ravenna shot a quick look at the glass on the table and tried to approach the sensations differently now, to channel them, focus them on the glass instead of drowning herself in them. Straining to send the waves to the object in front of her, her brow furrowed in concentration. More and more, she managed to send them to the glass.

Suddenly, it exploded, shatters flying across the room. Startled, she cut off the energy, looking worried at Alexander. "Brilliant." He had a huge grin on his face. "I could feel how you tried to focus your powers, until you managed to aim them at one point," he said approvingly. "You just blew up the glass." His was tone admiring.

Ravenna frowned at him, still uncertain about what Alexander had just told her. "Can I do it again?"

"Sure, I still have quite a few glasses that do not match with my new set," he said grinning and placed a new glass on the side table. The comment snapped her out of her concentration. There was more to it than he told her. "You have multiple sets?"

"I used to have one, but since I'm having a houseguest who sleeps restlessly," he winked. "I had to buy new sets." Ravenna smiled shyly at his joke and tried again with the new glass. It went easier this time, now that she more or less knew what to do. She connected with her energy and sent them out to the glass, giving it an extra push as it went on its way. The glass did not explode this time, it just pulverized where it stood, leaving a small heap of glittering grey behind.

A smile spread on her lips as she looked at the product of her efforts with big eyes.

"Wow." Alexander looked at her stunned.

She nodded enthusiastically, pleasure dancing on her face. "Again!" Alexander laughed, awestruck by the display of power before him. "You want to try two at the same time?"

Ravenna was practically bouncing in her chair, nodding impatiently. The two glasses did not stand a chance and were sent to oblivion as soon as Alexander placed them on the table, nor did the rest of the glasses she had not managed to destroy earlier when she still had been unconscious. They sat like that for a while, practicing her newly discovered powers.

It was not long before her body caught up with her, and she could not stifle her yawn. Too keen on continuing to destroy Alexander's table set, she tried to hide her fatigue, but Alexander was not fooled. Smiling, he stopped her. "Ravenna, you're tired. There are plenty of glasses to destroy another time. Let's get you some sleep first."

Pouting her lips, she pondered protesting. Sleeping did sound good though. She tried to get off the couch, but found her body would really rather sleep there than walk upstairs to the big fluffy bed in her room.

Alexander grinned and scooped her up from the couch. They crossed the living room where Dominic still vacated the couch, a tall drink in his hand. The girl in Alexander's arms really looked tired, but he could not stop himself from teasing her some more.

"Did you succumb to his charms this soon, girl? It sure did feel like you were having fun in there," he said cheekily, a mischievous grin on his face. Ravenna's cheeks colored red and she shot him an angry look. She would not let this annoying male model make fun of her! Concentrating on the glass in his hands, she decided she would give him a taste of his own medicine.

Surprised, Dominic took in the sudden concentration on the girl's face, the familiar waves subtly tickling his insides. He shifted uneasily on the couch; she really looked at him eerily. Suddenly, the glass in his hands pulverized, its sticky contents spilling over his clothes. Stunned, he looked up from his vaporized glass.

"What the fuck?" The girl was still in Alexander's arms, who had difficulty containing his laughter. She positively looked like a cat that just devoured a mouse, triumph on her face.

He roared with laughter. "You and I are going to get along great, girl. I'm looking forward to your recovery!" Grinning, he rose from the couch to clean his clothes, giving her a playful pat on the shoulder as he passed her. He already liked the explosive woman in his friend's arms.

Ravenna was surprised at his good-natured reaction. She smiled at him as he walked to the door, she had not expected that. Grinning, Alexander carried her from the room and brought her back upstairs. "He's not as bad as he looks," he said, winking. Ravenna just shook her head, smiling.

She hesitated for a second. "He's a vampire too?"

"Yes and my best friend for over 2000 years."

Ravenna nodded slowly, contemplating everything she'd learned that day about not-so-mythical mythical creatures.

"And how old is he?"

"He's about 3000 years old, a little younger than I am."

"Ah, a youngster." She yawned. "No wonder he's such a child, and your such a grandpa," she said, sticking her tongue out to him. Smiling, Alexander dropped the little tease on the bed. Her sudden yelp of pain made him regret that instantly. "Did I hurt you?"

Ravenna tried not to show how much the unfortunate drop had hurt her. "It's just my shoulder," she said evasive. "It's still somewhat sore."

Alexander didn't buy it. Swiftly, he inspected the injured shoulder, frowning when he discovered he had missed the obvious fracture. "It's broken Ravenna, I'm sorry I did not see it before."

He got up from the bed to get his first aid kit. "It's already healing, but I think you'll feel it less if you let me tape it. Just sit still." Ravenna felt embarrassed as he helped her out of her T-shirt and pulled down one of the straps of her bra. There was nothing to be seen, but still. She felt uncomfortable with this gorgeous man sitting so close, her being almost naked. She waited impatiently until he finished taping her shoulder and quickly slid her T-shirt back on.

He smiled at her shyness, suddenly wondering what age she was. "How old are you, Ravenna?"

She looked at him uncertain, embarrassed again. "I'm not sure, about 22, I think."

"Hmm." Little experience in some areas of life, too much in others, he thought. "How's the shoulder?"

"Better, thank you."

"Do you need help getting to bed?"

Uh, no way. "Thanks, I'll be fine."

He grinned. "Then I'll see you in a couple of hours. Sleep tight, Ravenna."

"Thanks, Alexander," she said. "For everything."

He smiled. "You are welcome," he answered, and turned for the door.

***



What's in a Name? Ch. 05



It was dark when Ravenna woke again; she felt completely rested. Stretching her muscles with a big yawn, she flinched as her shoulder signaled it wasn't healed completely yet. She'd have to be careful with that. The rest of her body felt miraculously good, almost normal even.

The house was silent except for an even heartbeat she could hear upstairs. Alex sleeping in his own quarters probably, nothing to worry about. She got out of the bed and found new clothes. Having a closet full of beautiful feminine clothing, she'd make sure to wear them; reddening slightly thinking of the lace panties and bra she'd put on. They really left little to the imagination. 

She took in her appearance in the mirror contentedly. Choosing a red blouse with white jeans, she looked at the woman staring back at her. She was radiant and healthy, albeit still somewhat skinny. She marveled at the speed at which she had healed. Was it one of the benefits of living with vampires? She'd have to ask Alexander.

Silently she left her room and crossed the dark house to the kitchen. Rummaging through the fridge, she looked for some food she liked. She tried to ignore the shelves stocked with bags with red contents, that really still was somewhat creepy. 

"Ravenna."



Startled, she looked around her, scanning her surroundings. Confused, she found she still was alone, nothing to be heard or seen in her vicinity. 

"Don't worry, it's just me on a mental call. Just think anything back at me."



Right, vampire up there with special abilities, think something back. "Good morning?"



"You have to decide consciously that you want me to hear your thoughts, or otherwise, I can't hear them."

"Uhm, what the fuck?"

She heard Alexander's chuckle. He'd heard that all right. His laugh did not sound as if it originated from somewhere in the room; rather like it was only in her head. Silent communication, she thought, frowning, she'd really need some time to get used to all this superhuman abilities.

"This is what we call broadcasting. When we choose to, vampires can speak mentally to each other, and now we know you can, too. I heard you walk through the house, and I was just wondering whether everything's alright."



"This is really weird you know." Alexander chuckled again. "I'm fine. I was hungry, so I'm scoring some food. You go back to sleep. I'll see you in the morning." 



"Okay, have a nice dinner." 



Ravenna collected some curry from the fridge and heated the oven to warm Naan bread. Fortunately, Alexander had all kinds of food she liked. After dinner, she'd see if she could find a computer and surf a bit on the internet. She frowned. Maybe she'd better ask the vampire first. 

"Uhm, Alex?" It took some moments before he answered. 

"Yeah?"  She grinned, he sounded like she had woken him from his sleep. "Sorry for waking you again."



"At 4:30 in the morning," he grumbled sleepily. 

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Is it okay if I use your computer?" 



Alexander smiled at her dismissal of his complaint of the hour, she sure had gotten used to him quickly. "Sure, password's Mythbuster." 



Ravenna grinned at that. These vampires had a good sense of humor. 

***

After she'd stowed away her food, she booted the computer in the study. It was a fairly new PC, probably fully equipped to standard rich vampire standards, but not a system that Ravenna would even consider buying. 

It would have to do for now. She'd see if she could access her accounts and order her own system. Maybe she could pay Alexander back for the trouble he'd went through to tend to her. Suddenly, she hesitated. That did mean she'd have to go out there again, albeit on the net. 

She'd told everything about her computer work to those men; told them everything about her life. Slumping back into her chair, she realized she'd probably have to start all over again. Years of hard work down the drain now that all the information was out on the street. She sighed, ignoring the sadness that settled in her chest; she'd better get started then. 

She'd start with a quick sweep of the computer; see if it had proper security. Concentrating on the screen, her eye fell on the date in the lower right corner. Anger swept through her, and she felt the scorching heat trying to break out. Fourteen months, 411 days to be precise, it had been since they'd found her. 

Her drink toppled over on the desk. Startled, she tried to contain her emotions now that she had learned what they could do, the shaking furniture around her testifying to that. She stared at the art on the wall, concentrating on the fine paintings to reel in her anger. Renaissance, a style she liked, but who didn't? Thinking about the old masters of the 14th and 15th century, she felt her anger abate, the house silent on its foundations again. The joys of arts, she thought wryly.

She turned to the computer again, ignoring the date on the monitor, and started doing a security check on the network. It actually had quite a good firewall, custom made, she concluded surprised, and updated regularly. Hmm, not bad. Not bad at all. 

She started programming some extra around the rough edges, added a new barrier to the less used gateways and portals she knew were popular with hackers, but that was all it needed. She wondered who had designed it.

Sitting there, she started thinking of her old computer work, of her old life. She'd always made her money with her computer, had always instinctively known how to deal with anything digital. She could not resist checking on her old accounts; maybe she could save some of them.

They were all taken over by an external source, she discovered sadly. Carefully, she navigated through the newly programmed data. This was not protection software she was avoiding so carefully, it was detection software, designed to detect anything that tried to access the accounts. She frowned; they were still looking for her.

Early morning light shone through the curtains and she heard movement from upstairs. Alexander was awake. She'd had enough of the depressing net, so she'd go see a movie. A Disney or something, that sure would cheer her up. 

A quick sweep through Alexander's film collection told her what she had already expected, he didn't do Disney. She downloaded the newest films and connected the massive plasma screen in the living room to the computer. She smiled, wondering how Alexander would react when he would find her like that. 

***

She was halfway through her first film when Alexander entered the living room, freshly showered, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands. "Hey, good morning," he greeted her. "Did you find the computer?"

"Yeah, thanks." She grimaced when she thought back on everything she'd discovered some hours earlier. "But I decided I'd rather see a movie," she said, nodding at the screen.

Alexander looked at the TV confused. "I didn't know I had this film."

"You didn't," she answered, cheerfully. "I downloaded it."

He frowned. That didn't explain everything. "How did you manage to get it on the TV?"

"Your TV has a wireless connection to your digital players, I tweaked it a bit so it could connect to your computer," she said, looking a bit sheepishly.

"Oh, that's great." He sounded surprised. "I've tried to connect them before but it never worked out". 

"Yeah, I saw the traces of the programming you left behind." She smiled. "You were almost there."

He looked at her unbelievingly. "Are you some kind of computer expert or something?"

"Nah." She shrugged. "I just like computers."

"Just likes computers," he muttered. He'd always given himself quite some credit about being good with computers, but this girl obviously beat him there.

Ravenna looked at his coffee curiously. "You can drink coffee?"

He smiled at her. "Yeah, vampires can drink and eat food. We don't need it but it can be useful, for example, in dealing with humans. Most of us don't like it and just keep to blood. Every vampire likes a Bloody Mary though..." He winked.

"Err, right," she grimaced, freaky vampires. "But you don't eat food?" 

He grinned at the face she made, she really was cute. "I'm not very fond of food, but I really love hot drinks. Dominic makes brilliant coffees. You should ask him to make you one when he gets here later."

She smiled. "I will." She turned back to the TV.

"So, what are you watching?" he asked as he installed himself on the couch beside her. 

"Newest Disney." 

"Disney? Aren't those children movies?" 

She just shrugged. Alexander looked at her curiously; she really seemed to like them. When he had entered the room just now, she had been staring at the screen, concentrating, a small smile on her face. He decided he'd join her. "Never seen one. You mind restarting it?"

***

The man knocked on the door of the office nervously, entering after a gruff, "Come in." His employer sat behind the desk, looking at him impatiently. He swallowed heavily. "Sir, we've found the girl." 

The dark man looked annoyed. "It's about time, how did you find her?"

"She's been online and we were able to trace her computer."

"Very good. Did you bring her in already?"

"Uhm, well no." He saw something flicker in his employers eyes and took a step back, frightened. "She's in a mansion owned by Alexander De L'Ile," he continued hastily. "It's heavily protected, so it's unlikely we can extract her from there. As soon as she leaves the terrain, we'll make our move." 

The eyes of his employer turned to slits, and he wondered if he saw something like concern flash across his face. 

"She must be removed from his protection as soon as possible. I want your best men on it."

He answered a hasty, "Yes sir," and turned to leave the room. His heart pounded in his ears, and he heaved a relieved sigh as he closed the door behind him, that went easier than he had expected.

In the office the dark man sat frowning. This was bad news. Alexander De L'Ile was one of the most powerful vampires alive, and worse, was that his best friend Dominic Orion was, too. He'd have to act very carefully to get the girl from their hands. He stared at the door broodingly; he'd need as much information as he could get from their merry little club. 

***

It was a delightfully slow day. Ravenna had been on the couch with Alexander for hours, and they only had gotten up to get them a refill of coffee or a snack. Alexander had seemed to like watching the films with her, and they'd done a Disney marathon. 

In the middle of their fourth Disney, Ravenna heard a car near the house and looked at Alexander questioningly. He was lounging next to her lazily, barely active enough to answer her. "Dominic." She relaxed again and snuggled back into the couch, they still had an hour of film to go. It was not long before Dominic came crashing through the door, filling the room with his presence. 

"Good morning everybody, I brought you coffee," he held up the tray in his left hand, "and muffins" his other hand went up, "for the sick lady." He walked towards the couch, but stopped halfway. "Good lord, what on earth are you watching?"

"Disney." Ravenna said, smiling angelically. 

"Quite fun actually," Alexander added, "you should try one, too." 

Dominic looked shocked. "Okay, who are you, and what did you do to my friend?"

Alexander rolled his eyes. "Dominic, shut up and get the girl her muffins."

A movie later and Dominic agreed that the films really were quite nice. He looked at the girl next to him annoyed; she was bad for his image. She didn't see his glare. She'd dosed of somewhere during the film and now lay silently beside them, breathing in and out peacefully. 

He took a good look at her. She really was beautiful. Her face was relaxed in her sleep; unlike the tenseness you could see when she was awake. She had a round face with high cheekbones, and well-shaped lips under a small pointy nose. Long blond hair covered half of her face as she lay there dreaming. She had the features many a woman would die for, Dominic thought; suddenly wondering whether it was appropriate to date the girl.

He was too late to dodge the smack Alexander gave him. He knew what his friend was thinking and no, it would not be appropriate. "Behave yourself, Dom." 



Dominic smiled sheepishly. "It was just a thought."

"Yeah, right." Alexander shook his head, sometimes he really was impossible. "I'm going to bring her to bed."

***

He returned to the living room some minutes later and found Dominic sitting behind his computer in the study. He was working through some files he'd brought from the office, the pretty girl already forgotten. 

"Hey Alex, did you upgrade your computer?" the vampire asked curiously. 

"No, why?"

"It's much faster than it used to be, and I think your security software has been improved." 

Alexander walked to the desk, frowning. "Ravenna was on the computer tonight, maybe she worked on it?" 

Dominic shook his head; that did not seem likely. "Don't think so. The programming language used is still being designed at Microsoft. She'd have to be one heck of a programmer if she could use it like this." 

The little girl upstairs could not have done anything like that, he thought. She was young, and well, female. Women didn't do computers. He let Alex behind the computer who started browsing the new content quickly. 

"I've never seen this kind of programming. It's bullet proof," Alexander said, awed. "I think she actually did this sometime during the night." He sat back in his chair. Dominic looked at him skeptically, and Alexander thought back to the downloaded films. "She also tweaked my TV this morning so we could watch downloaded movies wireless." He shook his head; she was a girl with many talents.

"You've been trying that for months now," Dominic said, surprised. She managed to do that? "Beauty and brains, what more would you like?" he spoke, doubtful. 

Alexander smiled. His friend obviously still had to get used to the talented beauty upstairs. He took one of the files Dominic had brought with him. "Let's try to get some work done while we're still babysitting our stunning genius. We'll hear her out when she wakes up again."

***

Ravenna woke two hours later. After a quick shower, she walked downstairs to find the two vampires in the study working, concentrating on piles of paperwork. Alexander looked up as she entered the room they were sitting in. She'd gained some weight again, and no longer drowned in the clothing they'd gotten her, he saw satisfied. "Hey Rav, had a good sleep?"

"Yeah, thanks." She smiled at him. He really was nice. "You guys wanna drink something?"

"Nah, just got one. But you go get something to eat; you're still skin and bones."

She stuck her tongue out to him and went to the kitchen to make herself some food. He was right about the eating, she thought smiling, she still didn't have her old body back. Not much later, Dominic joined her and started making himself a cappuccino. 

"You're looking good, Ravenna." He roamed her form appreciatively, she really was an attractive woman.

Ravenna colored red, this was not how Alexander complimented her recovery. She smiled shyly, avoiding his eyes. 

"Ahw, don't be shy." He ruffled his hand through her hair. "You're a beauty, someone should tell you." He grinned at her uneasiness; she really was cute when she blushed like that. "Hey, would you like to go outside and walk around Alex's lands? It's probably been a while since you've seen the sky, hasn't it?" 

She frowned; it was a long time ago. Since this morning, she knew how long. "411 days." 

Dominic looked at her uncomprehendingly. "What?"

"It's been 411 days since I've been outside." 

Shock crossed his face. She'd been with them only 13 days. How on earth had she ever survived? "Well," he said kindly, "then we definitely have to go outside."

Ravenna hesitated. Dominic saw the reluctance on her face and had little difficulty guessing its cause. "The complete estate is fenced, Rav, and Alex has a good alarm system. We'll walk with you, so there's nothing to worry about." 

Outside, fresh air, blue skies. Suddenly, Ravenna craved going out, running around, feeling the mud beneath her feet. She smiled. "I'd love that."

The three of them left the house after finding her a coat and walked on the extensive lands. Alexander smiled at Ravenna's enthusiasm; she was running around like a young puppy, climbing trees, and rolling in the grass. The warm sun gave her a tan, wiping her pale appearance from her face. She was exhausted when they got back to the house, but she couldn't remember ever having a great time like that.

They entered the house, and Dominic went to the kitchen to get her something to eat. He soon joined them again with a steaming plate of food, a smirk on his face. "Time to feed the human." Alexander wondered at that, the more he learned of her, the more he thought she wasn't human at all.

Ravenna was oblivious of his thoughts and took the plate from Dominic gratefully, shoving the food into her mouth; she was famished. Dominic looked at her warmly. She really was a cutie. He laughed when she could not suppress her yawns any longer. They'd exhausted her with their busy day. "Go to bed Rav, there's a new day tomorrow." 

She smiled and got up. Back in her room she quickly undressed and got in the bed. She was off to dreamland in no time, falling asleep with a smile on her face. Tomorrow they'd go out again, they'd promised her.

***

After another beautiful day of walking in the sun, Ravenna and Dominic darted through the door of the living room. Alexander looked up worried at her screaming, but it turned quickly into hysterical giggling; Dominic had caught her and was tickling her relentlessly, restraining the squirming girl on the couch. 

"Don't you dare calling me a harmless vegetarian vampire anymore, young lady, or I will have to punish you even harder." A new burst of giggles came from her and Alexander chuckled at their banter.

Dominic released her after some moments, allowing her briefly to catch her breath. She was still too ticklish to even think of teasing the vampire again, and she begged his mercy, laughing as he moved to tickle the living daylights out of her again. 

"Please, please, I give in!" she giggled. "You're a ruthless killing machine who drinks children for breakfast." Dominic looked at her amused and released her, satisfied with his win. Ruthless killing machine was a lot better.

They sat on the couch for a moment, both catching their breath. Ravenna took a look around the room and examined the chess set that sat in the corner more closely. It was a magnificent hand carved wooden set, and it looked old. "That's a beautiful chess set, Alex." 

"Thanks, Dominic gave it to me for my 4000th birthday. It's from ancient Persia." 

She looked at it with big eyes; the set was fifty times her age. Wow. 

Alexander smiled at her eager look. "Do you want to play a game, Rav?" She sat at the table before he even finished his sentence. He took the seat across her, smirking, and made his opening move. 

They sat silently after that, concentration on their faces as they each tried to out move the other. Dominic monitored the game closely, Alexander was an excellent player. Ravenna, too, he found surprised, the girl really could do everything. 

Alexander was slightly stronger than she was though, and after a long game of waiting and testing each other's defenses, he made the move he had been waiting for. "Check mate."




What's in a Name? Ch. 05



Ravenna frowned at the game. She'd seen the move coming but hadn't been able to do anything about it. Annoyed, she tried to retrace her steps, see where she'd gone wrong; she rarely lost a match. She knocked over her King in defeat, shaking Alexander's hand. Next time she'd beat him, she'd make sure of that.

Alexander took in her annoyance, amused. He was not going to tell her she'd almost defeated him. That she had surprised him with her skill. She'd realize that soon enough, he thought smiling.

***

The next two weeks flew past. Ravenna's condition improved steadily with a daily schedule of working out in the gym, running out doors in the sun with her vampire friends, and lots of Disney and chess. Unfortunately, Dominic would not play with her anymore because she continuously beat him. 

Her physical wounds were only visible as thin scars, becoming more faint every day; the same could not be said of her mental wounds. Although she felt comfortable around the house, going outside was still a challenge every time. They'd tried to coax her from the estate and take her shopping, but she'd flatly refused, not even willing to listen to their reasoning and avoiding the garage for some days after their proposal. 

Alexander worried about that. She'd have to get herself something of a life again sometime. Not to mention that, while he didn't mind having her in his house, he did hope he'd have it for himself again sometime in the future. He did have to admit that the trail of books, hairpins, shoes, and empty cups she left behind was endearing, he thought smiling. 

He talked to Dominic about it. "Do you have any idea how we can get Rav out in the city?" 

Dominic hesitated. He had been thinking about that for some time and had thought of a solution he wasn't entirely comfortable with yet. He wondered how his friend would react. "Well," Dominic started, "I've been thinking about her computer abilities."

"What about them?"

"The last two weeks a digital revolution has taken place here. She really can do amazing things with anything that has a wire." He looked around him thinking back awed at the things she'd done in the house. Amongst other things, she somehow had managed to turn the lighting in the mansion into beamers, projecting films in every room if desired. She really was amazing. 

"I was thinking that we've been looking for a third executive officer for the company for some time now, and that we also always have a problem with getting good computer analysts." He let the words hover in the air between them, waiting for his friend's reaction. 

Alexander nodded. It was a brilliant idea. One plus one made two, and in this case three. They'd gain a smart colleague, a good manager of digital systems, and they'd get Ravenna out of the house. 

He smiled at Dominic mischievously, "You can go convince her."

***



What's in a Name? Ch. 06



First things first: I'd like to thank LissaSue for again editing What's in a Name, it's thanks to her that you're not reading the most horrible English imaginable ;-)

Secondly I'd like to thank my readers for their patience. It's been a long time but fortunately, here's the sixth chapter of What's in a name. Enjoy!

***

Alexander drove his car across the city towards the River's Building. Ravenna shifted nervously beside him, her fingers fiddling with a loose thread on her clothing. She wore a stylish skirt with an asymmetrical red blouse, her long blond hair braided intricately with various kinds of hairpins. She looked stunning, Alexander mused, as she always did. He could not really blame Dominic for wanting to make a move on her, he wouldn't mind so himself, he thought, smiling.

Ravenna grew more and more quiet as they neared their destination, her hands almost successful in tearing the thread from her blouse. "If you keep that up, you'll ruin your new clothes," he warned her. She looked up startled and shot an annoyed look at him, her ire eliciting a smile from him.

"Don't worry, Ravenna, you'll do just fine. Dominic and I will be with you, and you'll only meet our secretary. She's very kind, really." He smiled reassuringly. "Just a quick introduction, and then your off to your new office."

She nodded and drew in a long breath to calm herself. They had spoken of this repeatedly; she knew there was nothing to worry about. Still, she felt anxious enough to try and hide under her bed. It wouldn't be very useful, she thought, grumbling, they'd probably just drag her from under it. This was the first time she'd left the grounds since Alexander and Dominic had brought her with them. What would she find out there?

As they turned the last corner, the Rivers Building appeared in front of them, and Alexander took them to his private garage. He smiled an encouraging smile to the pale looking woman beside him and got out of the car. Opening her door, he offered his hand to the girl inside. She really looked like she was going to pass out, drawing in shallow breaths.

"Ravenna," he said sternly, "breathe. It's going to be fine. Now, come on." He pitied the girl next to him, but she could not hide inside forever. Together they entered the elevator.

The bell indicated they had reached the top floor, the floor of her new office, of her work. Why had she agreed to this, again?

The doors slid open and suddenly, everything happened in a blur. A grey, older woman flitted to her side, shaking her hand while a stream of words poured from her mouth. "It's so nice to finally meet you! Mr. De L'Ile and Mr. Orion already told me so much about you! I just could not wait to make your acquaintance!"

Ravenna did not even have time to look surprised, or confused. The lady was still holding her hand firmly, and she stumbled behind her as she was towed through the hallway.

"Oh my, you must be thirsty. This is the kitchen. You can find all kinds of food and drinks here. You'll have to tell me your favorites, and then I'll make sure they are on stock." She fluttered to the cupboards and started collecting cups. "What would you like to drink dear? Tea, coffee, juice, soda? You look like a juice person to me. I have just the thing!"

Stunned, Ravenna looked down at the glass of grape juice that was pushed into her hands, one of her favorites actually. She looked at Alexander uncertainly, who eyed the spectacle with an amused look on his face. He nodded at her encouragingly; sipping the coffee his secretary had donned him moments after she had tended to Ravenna. She smiled shyly at the short woman in front of her who started beaming, and relaxed, this wasn't so bad at all.

The woman moved like a whirlwind, already towing the group to their next destination. They started with the office at the end of the blind ending hallway, perpendicular to the other offices. "This is Mr. De L'Ile's office."

Ravenna shot a look inside, surprised by its splendor and size. It was bigger than the room she lived in, in Alexander's mansion and held more furniture, too. Before she managed to have a good look, the lady already walked them back towards the elevators. She stopped where two doors faced each other on each side of the hallway, one open, one closed.

"Here, we have Mr. Orion's office." This room was quite the reverse from Alexander's. Both offices held a grand bureau with computer, a couch, TV, stereo set, lots of art, and a door that looked like it led to a bathroom, but this room was decorated in masculine brown and black, red leather furniture covering the floor. Alexander's office was the opposite, painted in light tones and classic furniture. But both offices held a magnificent view, covering almost the entire city. They were great working spaces.

"You've seen the kitchen around the corner; my office is at the other side. Now, it's time to see your new office!"

Alexander walked them to the closed door across from Dominic's. "My lady, your new working space," he said, as he opened the door with a grand gesture.

It was a breathtaking space, just as the other two offices were. It was spacious with a curved glass wall that separated the room from the sky. It was decorated with a wooden floor, the two side walls painted in light tones.

The wall that faced the windows was a bright red, it gave the room a playful look, but, thanks to the light toned side walls, it did not dominate the room. Ravenna loved it. She had a spectacular view and even a bathroom in the far right corner. She entered it, stunned. All this was for her?

"We did not order any furniture yet because we wanted you to decorate it to your own taste," Alexander explained. "Karen has got the catalogue for you. Just make a list of whatever you like, and then she'll make sure everything is delivered around noon." The secretary handed Ravenna the catalogue, who accepted it with a grateful smile.

At that moment, Dominic entered carrying several large boxes, a huge grin on his face. "Hey, Rav, a lot of room for a tiny girl like you. You sure you won't get lost once it's furnished?" She stuck her tongue out at the annoying vampire, eliciting a grin from the people around her.

Dominic nodded to the pile of boxes in his hands. "I've got you your own computer with all kinds of cables, plugs, boxes, cards, chips, and whatever you'd like. You just start ordering the furniture and install your new equipment. It's about time you start earning your stay."

Enthusiastically, she pulled the electronics from his arms, ignoring his quip. She immediately began unwrapping them, looking like a child in a toy store. She rummaged through the packets, collecting everything she needed, a huge smile on her face.

Alexander and Dominic laughed at her eager movements in the growing pile of electronics. "Don't drown in all these wires, Rav," Alexander teased her, "and don't forget to order your new furniture." Ravenna nodded distractedly; too busy with her new computer. The two men left her to it, smiling, this would turn out just fine.

***

Mason was pacing the room restlessly, waiting for a report from his secretary. It had been almost three weeks since the girl had been spotted, and she still had not been brought in. Angrily, he glared at the clock, the report should have been in over an hour ago. He decided he would take out his frustration on the girl he'd left tied to the bed in his quarters and collect the report himself on his way back.

He walked over to his room and smirked at the naked girl in his bed. She looked up at him eagerly, lust clouding her eyes. He did not particularly like her, but it was refreshing to fuck a pussy once in a while, without being disturbed by tiresome whining.

He undressed and settled himself between her legs, stroking his member to full erectness. Trembling girls did turn him on more, but she'd do for now. He lined himself with her dry sheath and started pushing himself inside her. She let out a strangled moan, a combination of pain and pleasure.

Every time he pushed himself into some girl's cunt, he regretted he hadn't fucked his little refugee when she'd still had been in his hands. He had wanted to break her first, and then take her, making her his completely. Now, he'd have to wait until he had his hands on her again. These trembling substitutes that were brought to him would have to do until that time.

He thrust in and out of the girl for a while, enjoying the pleasurable friction it caused. His lust surged as he looked down at his penis disappearing in the girl's cunt, her walls enveloping his stiff member.

Pulling himself from the girl, he ordered her on all fours. She got up as much as her bindings allowed her and he shoved himself back in her hard, eliciting another tortured moan. He imagined that it was his little refugee, lying under him brokenly, following his every order.

He groaned as he felt her pussy walls contract around his cock, the fantasy of the other girl still in his mind. Thrusting harder, he felt his cock expand as the picture of the girl fueled his lust; he moaned as he felt his cock spasm in the girl, depositing his seed inside her deeply.

He pulled from her satisfied, his mind a bit less tense. He got dressed again, leaving the girl on the bed as he had found her. First, he'd go and kill whoever forgot to bring him the report and then fuck her some more.

***

Ravenna sat in her new office, behind her new desk, and looked around contentedly. She'd gotten more or less used to leaving the estate in the past weeks and felt at home in her new working space. It was now fully decorated; Alexander had even let her order art she liked.

He had overdone it a bit, in her opinion. Instead of ordering reproductions, he'd even laid his hands on original paintings, beautiful, but unnecessary; it made her feel somewhat uncomfortable. He didn't seem to mind though.

Karen entered her office with a stack of papers; all business protocols and information about the River's Company. She'd already been familiarizing herself with the company for weeks, but it only had been the tip of the iceberg, she'd soon realized. The business set up by her vampire friends was huge.

To her surprise, Karen also brought in files for her to work on. She actually could do something to add to the company, she thought happily. For all the generosity Alexander and Dominic had showed her, she craved doing something in return.

She started working on the files. All issues with the computer system, and she fired up her triple D, the Digital Diagnostic Delver, as she called the program she'd written for sorting out these kind of problems. She let the program run and soon found the problem that caused the crashing of the software.

She set to fixing it, resolved to finishing the work by the end of the day. She worked at it for a couple of hours, frowning as she discovered the software was a tangled mess of programmer code. Whoever had worked on this before had created a digital maze, no wonder the system crashed all the time.

She sighed and got up to get a drink first. Her brain felt like jelly from the effort she'd made. She found Dominic in the kitchen; he was making himself one of his famous coffees. "Yo, Rav, you look like you've been fighting a bull."

She grimaced. "A computer actually, the software here really is a mess."

Dominic smiled at her cheerfully. "That's what we got you for," he said, and pushed the coffee in her hands.

She sipped the hot beverage, smiling at the teasing vampire. "Yep." The coffee made her feel better instantly, and she walked back to her office to take on the system again. She'd be damned if she'd let some zeroes and ones beat her.

She heaved a relieved sigh as she finally managed to untangle the mess in front of her. Proudly, she looked at the computer; she'd completed her first job! She was surprised at the satisfaction it gave her, she really liked doing this.

She heard Alexander close his office door, time to call it a day. She got up and collected her stuff. Tomorrow, she'd crack another of those files.

***

Alexander left the elevator at the top floor and walked to his office. Dominic had picked up Ravenna early, and they had arrived some hours before him. Surprised, he dodged the paper airplane that flew from Dominic's office to Ravenna, who was trying to suppress her hysteric giggling.

Dominic was turning his monitor upside down, the screen image flipping every time he tried to turn it in the correct position again. Exasperated, he cursed the giggling girl in the office across the hall. "Rav, you really are the most obnoxious, blond midget ever alive."

Grinning, she shot the ball back at him immediately. "Your 6'5' and can't even beat a girl midget, weak mind in a weak body vampire!" Shrieking and giggling, she dodged the airplane he shot back at her.

She winked at Alexander, who rolled his eyes. She really had felt too much at home, too soon, he smilingly thought. As she looked his way, she stiffened, and instantly vanished into thin air. Alexander looked around him surprised, another one of her powers discovered. He found a tall man standing beside him, an amused look on his face. "Gabriel!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. "What brings you here?"

Curious, Dominic looked over to where Alexander stood, ignoring the flipping screen on his monitor for a moment.

"I was sifting through my agenda and found it's been half a century since the last time I visited," the man replied jovially. "Always a good reason to visit the States."

"It's been fifty years already? Come on in!" They turned to the office where the Dominic was replacing his monitor, the screen normal again. Gabriel nodded to him smiling. "Dominic."

"Hey, Gabe! How's life?"

"Excellent, thanks. Who was the girl you were abusing verbally? You do know that's not how you ensnare beauties like that, don't you?" Gabriel hid the interest the girl had stirred in him. She had been gorgeous and exuded something that made his insides tingle. He'd like to meet her.

Alexander kept his voice casual. "That's our new cleaning lady, nice looking bird isn't she?" He felt his insides tighten at the less than chivalrous words. He hoped she had not heard him, or she'd make him pay for it later. "Shall we go to my office?"

Gabriel shot his friend a scrutinizing look; obviously that was not all there was to tell about the girl. He followed him to the office, closing the door behind him. They'd talk about that later.

***

At that moment, Ravenna reappeared in her office, anxiety on her face. She darted to Dominic's side.

"Who was that?" she whispered to him, stressed.

"Shh, Ravenna, relax," he answered soothingly. "That's Gabriel Astori, an old friend. He is entirely trustworthy and can keep secrets." He grinned "He's a secret himself."

Ravenna looked at him warily. "He's not human. He can conceal himself because I did not notice him enter the floor."

"No," Dominic confirmed, his tone still reassuring. He'd forgotten the girl next to him had found out recently she could feel everyone around her. A kind of warmth that radiated out of them, she had said, trying to explain how people in the vicinity felt to her. "He's Zerphirdean, a peaceful race of individuals as strong as vampires, but they have a regular diet. They are mortal and can produce children, but age slower than humans do. Most Zerphirdians reach the age of 600 easily."

Ravenna looked at him thoughtfully. "You have known this man for a long time?"

"Yes, we fought in the War of Races together." He smiled as even more questions formed on her face and decided to start explaining before she'd attack him with them. "Two hundred years ago, on the European continent, vampires and weres fought demons and warlocks. Some of the Zerphirdians fought at our side. Gabe actually was the general who led the winning battle. He really is a mighty warlord."

Ravenna listened surprised. This was a whole chapter in the world's history that had been concealed successfully from humanity. She wondered what more she'd learn that she'd never heard of. Thoughtfully, she stood there for some time, staring at the wall. Alexander had taught her to read intentions and thoughts, and she scanned out for the man, trying to pick up the tenor of his mind. She found he successfully blocked any of her attempts, keeping her out easily.

Trying to listen in on their conversation wouldn't be helpful, either. With all these supernatural visitors, the offices had been built to accommodate vampire privacy; sound proof. Frowning, she thanked Dominic and returned to her office, closing the door behind her. Who was this man?

Dominic followed her with his eyes, frowning. She still looked somewhat shaken. At moments like these, it was painfully clear how easily frightened his little friend still was.

***

Alexander poured Gabriel a drink and took a seat across him on the couch. "How have you been since the last time we've met?" he asked enthusiastically.

"Very good!" Gabriel replied laughing. "Let me see. Fifty years ago I had just purchased an estate on the Croatian beach. I've built a house there now, a beautiful mansion with stables; you should visit me there sometime. The company is doing great. We own practically every windmill on the European continent, a great investment. Actually, we're doing business with the River's Company on green energy."

"I heard of that," Alexander said thoughtfully "It's a market we're exploring, too. You should talk to Dominic about it, maybe we can arrange a deal or something."

"Good idea. But first, tell me how you have been since we last met."

"Same old, same old" the vampire said smiling. "Business is going well, we've renovated the house, and Dom's still a pain in the ass. Nothing new." He grinned. "We run into other vampires from time to time, but everybody more or less keeps to themselves."

"And you've gotten yourself, a cute bird, as you called her, on the executive floor?"

Alexander kept his tone light as uneasiness crept through him. "Yes, she does her job excellent. Already taken of course, or I would have made a move to date her." He frowned at his lies. Gabriel was entirely trustworthy, but the urge to protect the girl in the other office was instinctual. Ravenna had already suffered more than most did in a life time.

"Alex," Gabriel said, reading his friends expression. "She was in a previously unoccupied office, wearing expensive designer clothing, throwing snide comments at Dominic, and vanished instantly as soon as she saw me. Please tell me where to get these kind of cleaning ladies because I'd like on for my own office."

Alexander sighed and nodded. His friend was right. "Her name is Ravenna; we found her three months ago." He told Gabriel the story of how they had found her, and how she had recovered from her ordeals. Gabriel listened thoughtfully; impressed by the story that Alexander unfolded in front of him. "We're still discovering what powers she has, and now know she has exceptionally good hearing and sight, comparably to vampire's senses." He paused, "and Zerphirdean," he added after a moment. "She's very powerful. She can pulverize items up to a small table, after that she's at a loss how to focus her energy, but I'm convinced she could destroy entire buildings if she wanted to." He thought back at the chaos at Mason's he'd seen and was convinced she'd caused it, she still did not believe him though.

"She can broadcast and shield her mind very powerfully, as well as read minds." Gabriel nodded, he'd just felt her tug at his mind "And just now, she vanished for the first time. I'm keeping tabs on her, and she reappeared as soon as we closed the door. She's still very shy." He smiled. "She plays chess brilliantly and can do anything with computers. She's one of a kind."




What's in a Name? Ch. 06



The two men sat across from each other silently, thinking about the strange girl in the other room.

"And you have no idea where she's from?" Gabriel asked after some moments.

"No," Alexander answered. "She told us that she remembers nothing else other than working with her computer from home, and earning good money with that, too. The earliest thing she remembers is renting her first apartment after making money in internet cafes, and living in homeless shelters. All very strange," he mused.

They both returned to their own thoughts. Gabriel was wondering whether he would confide Alexander in his thoughts. "Did you ever hear the story of the kidnapped Zerphirdean children?"

"The newborn babies who were stolen and their parents killed some decades ago?" Alexander answered inquiringly. "There were six, I believe, and you only found four to bring back. A horrible story."

Gabriel nodded. "Seven actually," he said, his face grave. "One child was found dead."

Alexander shook his head mortified. Killing newborn babies really was beyond his comprehension. "And you think that Ravenna might by one of them?" Frowning, he stared at Gabriel, it would explain her strange past, but she was unthinkingly powerful. "Has a Zerphirdean ever had these kind of powers?"

Gabriel shrugged. "About once or twice every millennium, an immortal Zerphirdean is born. They usually have special powers. I myself am one of them as you know. It is possible this girl is one too." He hesitated for a moment. "I never heard of a gifted Zerphirdean with powers like these, but who knows."

Alexander looked at the man across him. Being a gifted Zerphirdean, he looked like a man in the prime of his years, late twenties, early thirties at most. But under this broad chest and handsome face, over 2000 years of experience, and 1500 years of friendship was stored. They had fought side by side more than once, and later, Dominic had befriended him, too. Although they each led their own lives, their friendship had been close all these years.

Alexander smiled as he saw Gabriel's scrutinizing look. They both knew they were measuring each other's intentions and thoughts. He decided he'd introduce him to Ravenna; she'd be in good hands with him. "Shall we go to Ravenna then?"

Gabriel nodded gratefully, happy that his friend trusted him with the preciousness under his protection. As he got up, he found he actually was somewhat anxious to meet the girl. He could not readily identify the cause and frowned as they walked to her office. Alexander's short knock on her door pulled him from his reverie, and he felt anxiety swirling from behind the door. The girl was perfectly aware who waited for her outside her office, and did not like it.

Not waiting for an answer, Alexander opened the door. "Ravenna," he said smiling, "there's someone I'd like you to meet."

Gabriel entered the room, taken aback by the girl behind the huge teak wood desk. She was almost invisible behind her installation of computer and accessories, four monitors on her bureau, but he could see enough to establish that she was a truly stunning young woman. She had her long blond hair loose on her shoulders, some simple pins keeping it from falling in her face; a face that expressed beauty and strength. He tried not to let his eyes roam her body and introduced himself swiftly, hoping she, and Alexander, had not observed his appreciative looks.

"Hi, I'm Gabriel Astori. Alexander and I go a long way back." He approached her holding his hand out. She looked like she wanted to shy away from him, but she managed to hold her ground, shaking his hand with one quick gesture and stepping away from him immediately after that. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Astori, and now, if you would excuse me, I , I have an appointment I can't be late to."

Alexander intervened on Gabriel's behalf, rolling his eyes at her obvious attempt to escape the introductions. "Ravenna, you don't have an appointment," he said sternly. "Just sit and talk to Gabe for a while. Dominic and I are just around the corner."

Ravenna stared at him angrily, about to protest, but she changed her mind as Alexander walked away, ignoring her irritation. At the door he looked back at her, "sit down and be nice," and left the office winking at Gabriel. Scowling, she turned towards Gabriel, eyeing him warily. To her surprise, she found him examining her art collection on the wall, his back to her.

She took in his appearance; he was a tall man, about a heads length taller than she was. And he was handsome, as she'd already established when she'd seen him in the hallway. His body was toned and muscled, clad in a stylish, tight fitting suit that accentuated his broad shoulders. He wore his brown hair half long, letting it fall around his face playfully. Shocking green eyes looked into the world like they could pierce through steel, but his face was kind.

Ravenna felt the muscles tighten in her stomach as she took in his handsome features. Something in her suddenly wanted him to like her, to approve of her. She frowned at the strange feelings that swept through her mind, where did they suddenly come from?

His comment on the paintings at her wall distracted her from further scrutinizing the feelings. "You have an extraordinary collection here, Ravenna. Did you pick the pieces out yourself?" he asked as he walked to the next painting.

She had not expected that. "Uhm, yeah, Alexander and Dominic let me decorate the office myself. I figured I'd like these on the wall." Restlessly, she shifted her weight from foot to foot.

"You're a fan of surrealism?" he asked, although it was fairly obvious. She had reproductions from Dali, Margritte, Miro, and even an original Yves Tanguy.

Hesitantly, she approached the painting he was looking at. "Yes, are you familiar with the style?"

He smiled as he found his approach to reassure her had worked. Purposely, he kept his face to her art, trying to avoid scaring her, while he answered. "I like it, but I'm more a fan of the Renaissance art. The painters in these times were brilliant inventors, you know, a lot more refined, to my opinion, than the rebellious surrealists. I always have difficulty in separating art and artist from each other." He smiled, thinking back on the times he had met some of the Surrealist painters. Those had surely been eventful visits.

Ravenna looked at him curiously. Did he just tell her he had met the original painters? She realized that although he looked like he was in his late twenties, being Zerphirdean, he probably was about three hundred years. She had not considered that his, and her vampire friend's, old age actually meant they'd lived in those times. Fascinating.

Gabriel met her curious gaze, smiling down on her. "Nice to meet you, Ravenna. How do you do?"

She smiled as she realized he had wanted to make her feel comfortable by talking about her art collection. He had succeeded in doing so. "Nice to meet you, too."

***

Gabriel sat across Ravenna smiling. Alexander had invited him over for dinner and they were now sitting in the living room. He'd coaxed Ravenna into playing a game of chess with him, and she was staring perplexed at the chess board in front of them. She'd just lost to him, two times in a row. Retracing every move they'd both made, she could not decipher where she'd gone wrong. She'd won all the matches she'd played with Dominic and Alexander, well, apart from the first one, how could she lose to this man?

Annoyed, she looked at the play between them. "Best out of five?" she asked hopefully.

Gabriel laughed at her complexion and turned back to the game. They lined up their pieces and smiling Gabriel made his opening move. "Alexander told me you are exceptionally good with computers."

She shrugged, moving a piece of her own. "I've always been good with anything digital."

"Did someone teach you?"

"No, I think I've always been able to work with computers." She hesitated; she actually never had told anyone how she managed to do whatever she wanted with them. "I can see the program structure in my head when I'm working on a computer," she said shyly, "and can change the code in my mind. That's how I can easily program software." She stared at the play uncomfortably. She had not even told those men about this, how would the men around her react?

Alexander looked up interested. She'd never talked about her computer talents before.

"And how did you find out you could do that?" Gabriel asked, moving his knight.

"Well, I vaguely remember a man who used to take care of me when I was very young, but one day he just disappeared. I grew up on the street and found a discarded cell phone. The software malfunctioned and I played around with it for a while until I had it working again. I decided to try working on computers and found an internet café. I found that computers actually are easier to program than phones are, more room to work with. From that day on, I made money on the net, mostly with programming software. It was not long before I had enough money to rent, and later buy, an apartment."

Alexander's mouth fell open. She'd never been this open hearted about her past and, just like that, she told it to Gabriel. "How on earth did you manage to make her tell you that? She always tries to avoid anything personal."

Gabriel gave a mental shrug. "I don't know, I just asked."

"Hey," Ravenna snapped, "no broadcasting." She looked at them angrily, worried what they were secretly discussing.

Gabriel smiled. "Don't worry, Ravenna, Alexander was just wondering what made you tell all this. It is a very impressive story."

"Oh." She was not sure herself. The man across her made her feel comfortable, made her want him to know her. She was not sure whether or not she regretted telling him all this. Maybe it had been naïve, or dangerous even.

They continued playing silently for a while and Gabriel wondered if she already felt comfortable enough again to continue his questioning. "Where did you live after you were able to rent an apartment?" Gabriel was dying to learn more of her, the girl was an enigma.

"Oh, here and there," she said evasively. She had told him more than she should have already. "Do you like music?" she asked, diverting the discussion. Gabriel recognized her tactic and cursed Alexander for his broadcasting. He should have known she'd pick up on it immediately. They continued playing and chatting about harmless subjects the rest of the evening.

As they finished their third game, two wins for him, one for her, it was way past their bed time. Her yawns testified to that. "I'm off home," Gabriel said, stretching his muscles. He'd had a great evening and felt reluctant to be going home, but they'd all have to rise early in the morning. "Ravenna, Alexander, thank you for the lovely evening. I'll see you tomorrow."

Ravenna smiled. She had had a great evening too. Even though she'd felt nervous for a while after they had talked about her past, it had been a pleasant, relaxed evening, and she'd fortunately won a game. Gabriel was annoyingly good at chess. "Bye, Gabriel."

She walked up to her room, thinking about her day. He said he'd see them tomorrow; it made butterflies fly in her stomach. Something about this man made her keen on seeing him again.

***

Gabriel drove home to the apartment he had rented for his stay in the city. He entered the apartment and got out of his clothes, leaving a trail of discarded clothing behind as he walked to the bathroom, surprised at how tired he was. The day had been eventful, and he had tried his best to make the lovely girl at Alexander's home feel at ease.

He found he really liked her. She was smart and funny, and he had not been able to keep his eyes of off her. He was surprised at how much she had confided in him of her past, maybe she liked him, too? He sighed; they'd still have a long way to go. After the revelation of her past, she had refused to tell anything personal again and they'd only had small talk. Pleasant small talk, but that was all it was.

He hoped he would be able to get to know her better, to get inside her head. Somehow, she'd stirred the urge to protect her and hold her to him. It made him feel almost possessive of her. Smiling, he stepped into his bed, she had had the same reaction on his vampire friends, part of her natural charm; although she was very dangerous, according to Alexander. It was almost a siren song.

He fell asleep with the face of the girl in his head. He could not wait to see her again tomorrow.

***



What's in a Name? Ch. 07



Hi everybody! Thanks for your patience and your wonderful comments. They encourage me to keep on writing and satisfy your curiosity to how Ravenna will find true peace of mind. Here is the next chapter, as always edited by LissaSue. Thank you! Have fun reading and please vote!

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Closing the door of the mansion behind her, Ravenna walked to the car. She looked good, Alexander observed, cheerful and impatient. He smiled; she almost looked like she was eager to drive into the city. That would be a first.

She was chattery that morning, telling him enthusiastically about the computer security system she was designing for the company. As she sat beside him in the car, illustrating her words with her hands, he had some difficulty grasping the technical details she was unfolding for him. She didn't seem to mind though, content to share the plans she'd made with him.

Chatterbox, he suddenly thought. That was the word that described her now. He smiled, wondering whether Gabriel's visit had something to do with her good mood. If so, they'd have to keep him somewhat longer. He liked this side of the girl next to him.

Alexander parked the car in the garage, and Ravenna got out impatiently. Shifting from foot to foot, she rapidly kept pushing the button to call the elevator. He grinned at her impatience as she stood there bouncing from side to side until the doors finally opened.

As soon as they reached the top floor, she darted from the elevator and turned on the computer in her office with swift movements. While the system was starting, she whooshed through the room, cleaning the papers she had left behind the day before. She paused for a moment in front of her favorite painting, a small smile on her face, but then, finally, the welcoming tune indicated her computer had booted.

She immediately installed herself behind her desk and focused on the security projects she currently was working on. First, she'd map the software that was in use and inventory what was needed for the new system; she should be able to do that in a week or two. The software was a globally used system that had been patched up more than once, and she really needed to dive into it to be able to fully map what her predecessors had done.

She sifted through the bits and bites; feeling like she was part of the system rather than the controller. This was why she was so good with anything digital, she could immerse herself in the 0's and 1's, see the structure of the software rather than reading it, and manipulate it with her mind. It made anything digital easily accessible.

She worked like that for some hours, concentration on her face. She ignored Dominic's attempts to distract her; he'd have to find another playmate today. Today she had The Vibe, and she'd better make good use of it. It was 12:30 when a soft knock on her door pulled her from the digital fortress. Looking up, she felt her mood improve even more. Gabriel was standing in her doorway.

He'd be standing there for about a minute, looking at the beauty that was working, concentrating on her computer. He realized seeing her again made his stomach leap and hesitated for a moment on whether he would disturb her, without Alexander or Dominic at his side. There was a good chance she'd be frightened again.

He decided he would take his chances. "Hey, Ravenna."

She looked up surprised. "Hey, Gabriel," she answered, a smile spreading on her face. That was a good sign and Gabriel felt his insides glow at her warm welcome. He answered her smile with one of his one. "You look like you've been working hard and could use some lunch. I've heard they have an excellent restaurant on the fifth floor. Care to join me?"

For a moment, she hesitated. She'd never left the floor before. Gabriel saw the hesitancy flicker across her face and crossed his fingers. Maybe asking her hadn't been a good idea after all. Something in Ravenna made her smile at the thought of sitting across of the gorgeous man at her door again, though. To his surprise and delight, she accepted his invitation and started collecting her things. She seemed balanced and comfortable, but Gabriel noticed her checking three times whether she had her cell on her. She even took the charger with her. He realized sadly that she made it look easier then she actually felt.

They walked to the elevator, and he pressed the button for the fifth floor. As the indicator crept down to their destination, he felt the anxiety radiate from the young woman beside him. He wanted to put his arm around her, protect her from the new impressions, but he kept his arms firmly to his side. "Slowly, give her time" he reminded himself.

She sucked in a deep breath as the doors opened. Gabriel waited for her to be ready to leave the elevator, smiling at her reassuringly. Holding her breath, she took a tentative step into the restaurant. She looked around skittishly and surveyed her new environment. The restaurant had a quiet atmosphere, piano music playing in the background. The buzzing of muted voices drifted towards her and, with a quiet whoosh, Ravenna released her breath. Nothing out of the ordinary for now.

They were at the executive restaurant where the managers had their business lunches. The luxury tables had already been set, crystal glasses sparkling in the light of the chandeliers hanging above the tables. Slowly, Gabriel led Ravenna to the counter where a waiter stood to assign them a table.

"Good day, sir, madam, a table for two?"

Gabriel kept close watch on the young woman besides him. She looked around anxiously, trying to keep an eye on everything around them at once. "Do you want a table Ravenna?" he asked her kindly. If she was too frightened, they'd just order something on her own floor. She looked up to him questioningly; suddenly aware of the choice he was giving her. Her lips curved in a trembling smile, and she nodded once.

Gabriel smiled, relieved, this was going much better than he had expected. "Do you have a somewhat secluded table?" he asked; it really wasn't necessary to push her limits. The waiter nodded, leading them away from the center of the restaurant.

They were seated a table behind a grand aquarium and palm plants. It was perfect; Ravenna could oversee the restaurant but was covered by the ornaments at the same time. Feeling more and more at ease, she smiled a genuine smile at Gabriel.

"Voudriez-vous boire quelque chose?" a new waiter asked, offering them the menu at the same time.

She looked up, surprised. It actually was a French restaurant, the menu also written in the tongue twisting European language. She shook her head, smiling. Her vampire friends seriously had a decadent taste.

Gabriel translated for her. "He asked whether you would like something to drink."

She nodded. "I know, thank you." Turning to the waiter she placed her order. "Un jus d'orange fraise, s'il vous plait, et pour mon collegue un moccachino avec canelle."

Gabriel's eyes narrowed infinitesimally as she called him her colleague. He did not like that one bit. He let it pass though and breached something else. How did she know French? And how on earth had she known what he wanted to drink? "How did you do that?" he asked surprised.

"Order? In French?" She said innocently, her eyes twinkling.

Gabriel laughed. "That was not what I meant."

She shrugged. "I had the feeling that's what you wanted. For a moment, you doubted whether you'd take a regular coffee but then decided you wanted the moccachino."

He was speechless for a moment. One of his talents was the ability to read others minds, even when they shielded themselves, and to protect his own thoughts from others, but the girl across him picked his order from his brain, just like that. He'd have to concentrate on keeping his thoughts to himself when he was around her, he realized, awed.

"I'm impressed."

She smiled and changed the topic unsubtly. His scrutinizing look made her feel uncomfortable. "Where are you staying during your visit?"

Gabriel saw through her diversion but let it go. He'd try to learn to know her better soon enough. "I've rented an apartment nearby. I'm not very fond of hotel rooms, so I figured I'd stay there for a while. That way I can also cook for myself, if I'd like. You can't do that in hotels."

"You like to cook?"

He nodded. "Yes, very much. I don't do it very often, though, as I usually meet my clients over dinner. But, when I have the chance, I try to cook something nice."

She hesitated for a moment, curiosity winning over her reluctance. "Dominic told me you are not human." She cringed, monitoring his reaction closely; relaxing somewhat when he just nodded encouragingly. He did not look upset or angry at all, and she continued carefully. "Can I ask you about your race?"

Gabriel smiled reassuringly. "Sure, fire away."

"You are Zerphirdean?"

"Hm hm."

"Do Zerphirdean have special powers?"

"Yes, they do. You can compare them to vampires. They are fast and strong, have excellent senses, and can read unshielded minds. Zerphirdean need regular food to sustain themselves, though, and only a few exceptions are immortal. Those that are immortal, on the other hand, are actively immortal, unlike the passive immortal vampires."

She looked up, confused. "There are different kinds of immortality?"

"Yes," he said, explaining. "Passive immortals can be killed but will not die unless they are. Active immortals cannot be killed, they will heal of every wound inflicted on them."

Ravenna sat there listening to him concentrated, when the waiter suddenly interrupted their conversation. With a start, she sat upright again. Unconsciously she had been leaning towards her table partner. "Puis-je prende votre commance, monsieur, madame?"

Ravenna looked at Gabriel, her eyes twinkling. Grinning, he quickly concentrated on shielding his thoughts, changing the choice he'd made. He would not let her play that trick on him again, he thought, amused. Gabriel decided he'd return her the favor, and started nudging at her thoughts, trying to decipher her pick. Ravenna smiled when she felt his attempts to uncover the dish she wanted to order, straining to keep him out. He was very strong she realized soon, and she had to concentrate even harder to hide her choice, feeling as if he could breach her barriers.

They tested each other's defenses like that for a swift second, too fast for the waiter to notice anything unusual. They found they could not penetrate each other thoughts, and grinning, both admitted defeat.

"Well, that leaves only one solution," Gabriel thought, smiling. "Je voudrais le lapin aux legumes, s'il vous plait." They'd each have to order their own menu.

Ravenna smirked. "Pour moi le menu vegetarienne, s'il vous plait. "

Gabriel decided it was his turn to ask the questions, diverting the subject from immortal Zerphirdeans. "What were you working so hard on this morning?" He repressed the feeling that he was keeping his own immortality a secret from her. Haughtily, he tried to ignore the reason behind it. Would she ever have wanted to dine with him if she knew he was over 2000 years old, unable to die? Unable to change?

Ravenna did not seem to notice the change of subjects and began explaining her work animatedly. "I'm designing new security software for the Rivers Company. I'm now mapping the existing software, and I really need to focus to see through all the strange changes that have been made to the system the past few years." She rolled her eyes. "People really didn't know what they were doing before."

Gabriel nodded, impressed. "How are you managing so far?"

She looked at him thoughtfully. "Quite good, actually; it's going easier then I had expected. I did encounter something I don't understand fully yet, so I'll explore that some more in the coming days."

"What did you find?"

She tried to think of an analogy to explain what she had encountered in the software that morning. "I'm not sure, It's almost like the system is enveloped in a second system, but I haven't been able to figure out with what, or why, yet." She shrugged; she'd work on that later. The waiter brought them their drinks and a basket of bread. Before Gabriel could ask any more questions, she'd already shoved a slice of the fresh bakery in his hands.

Amused, he took a bite of the bread. She really was a funny little bird. He hesitated for a moment, and then decided he would try asking where she came from again. She seemed more talkative today than she had been the day before. "Have you always lived in the city?"

She frowned. Did she want to tell him those things? Not really, no. But also yes, desperately. She shook her head, trying to shake the confusion from her mind. "I used to live in New York, and had a very nice apartment there." She frowned, thinking back at her apartment. "I wanted to keep living there, but after..." Uncomfortably, she tried to find her words. "Well...you know...Alex and Dom found me."

She sucked in a deep breath. "I've done research on my apartment, but it has burnt down. Someone had set fire to it according to the police." She felt sad as she told about her house, she'd loved her own place; renovated it exactly to her liking and decorated with her self-made money. Now, all there remained was ash and her memories. "The last thing I remember is coming home from grocery shopping, and after that...well...things happened."

Gabriel nodded in sympathy, recognizing the difficulty she had with telling him this. Her fingers were plucking aimlessly at the table cloth, expressing the distress the conversation had caused her. Unable to stop himself, he put his hand on hers, stroking the backside with his fingers. "I'm sorry."

He regretted it instantly as she pulled her hands back, startled, putting them in her lap. He shot her an apologetic look, but she was staring at something in the void, her mind occupied by something far from the table they were sitting at.

He changed to a lighter topic, hoping to pull her back from her sad thoughts. "I saw you had a beautiful bouquet of flowers in your office this morning."

Blinking, she focused her eyes on him again. "Yes," she said, still sounding somewhat remote. "Karen puts them in my office in the morning. I really like them." The thought of the colorful bouquet pulled her back from her reveries, and she smiled tentatively.

Gabriel smiled encouragingly. "She has good taste."

Suddenly, Ravenna grinned. "Yeah, but last week she'd ordered me a bouquet with Arum flowers. That was a bit premature to my taste."

Gabriel laughed, surprised by her jibe. "What did you ask her? Please don't sent me funeral flowers anymore?"

She giggled. "No, no, I used a little more tact. I just asked her to order other flowers in the future."

Gabriel marveled at her laugh. She looked even more stunning when she was relaxed and smiling. The waiter interrupted their conversation when he brought their dishes of delicious looking food, placing them in front of them. They started eating and continued chatting with each other over lunch.

When they finished, Ravenna gave a contented sigh. "That was really nice." Gabriel couldn't agree more. Paying the bill, he got up to escort her back to her floor; he had had a wonderful time.

When they walked back to the elevator, it felt like a barrier between them had been removed. He looked down at the girl besides him and felt his heart leap at her relaxed posture. A complete opposite of how she had left the elevator before their delicious lunch. Something he recognize as trust was visible in her blue eyes that looked at him, sparkling. Admiringly, he took in her face again, she was so beautiful. A stray strand of her blond hair fell over her face, and, very slowly, he brought his hand to her cheek, wiping the hair out of her face carefully. She did not shy away from his touch this time, her eyes warming at the soft caress of her cheek.

Her skin made his fingers tingle, the warmth sending an electrifying pulse through his body. The elevator bell pulled them from the intimate moment, and he stepped away from her, his thoughts confused. Silently, they walked into the stall, pressing the button for the top floor.

"I had a great time, Ravenna."

"So did I, thank you for the lunch."

"You are most welcome." He hesitated. "I have an appointment this evening, so I won't be at Alexander's. Would you like to join me for lunch again tomorrow?"

Ravenna beamed at his words. "I'd love that. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." And with that, he left her at her floor, joy sweeping through him. He pushed the button to bring him to the exit. Tomorrow they would lunch together again.

***

Gabriel took Ravenna out to lunch every day after that. They'd have a great time, chatting and laughing over their food. She found that she was looking forward more and more to their outings, unwilling for them to end.

A week after their first lunch, he stood at the door of her office again, a gift wrapped box in his hands. "Hey, Ravenna. Today is a special day, so I've got you a present."

Her cheeks flushed red as she took the blue box from him. She'd never had presents before. She eyed it uncertainly, was she supposed to open it?

Gabriel nodded at her encouragingly, and carefully, she removed the strings and paper. Surprised, she took in the contents of the box in her hands. It held a necklace with matching earrings and bracelet, all set with brilliant blue sapphires that matched the color of her eyes.

They were beautiful. She felt tears form in her eyes and tried to wipe them away without Gabriel seeing it, feeling silly and somewhat surprised for the reaction. He beat her to it, softly caressing her cheeks with his hands.

"Shh, it's okay." He bent through his knees in front of her, stroking her soothingly. "We've known each other for two weeks now, and I wanted to give you something nice. You see," he said, smiling to her face, "I'm taking you out to dinner tonight."

Ravenna smiled amid her tears, and butterflies tickled her stomach as she looked up at the gorgeous man in front of her. She'd love that. "Come on, I'm kidnapping you from work this afternoon. We're going to get you a gorgeous dress to complement that beautiful body of yours." He threaded her arm through his and they walked down to his car together. He was going to pamper the girl beside him, whether she liked it or not.

They spent the afternoon shopping for the perfect dress and matching shoes. At first, Ravenna had been reluctant to get from the car. Apart from the Rivers Building, she had not visited the city earlier, but Gabriel's dazzling smile and infectious enthusiasm soon made her eager to visit every shop he brought her to. It was great fun actually. They bought her a dazzling, off-white strapless dress that hugged her figure tightly and accentuated the color of her skin and eyes. Matching shoes were next on the list of things to buy.

At the end of the day, they had stocked the car with a beautiful dress, matching heels, very lingerie-ish lingerie, and the beautiful jewelry to accompany all that. She'd had fun that afternoon, trying on everything Gabriel found her and blushing as he made admiring comments. They made a final stop at a stylist, who braided her hair and dressed her in the beautiful new dress.

Gabriel had finished dressing himself and wore a handsome black suit that accentuated his strong body. He paced the waiting room impatiently as he waited for Ravenna to be released from the pampering of the stylist. He smiled, he'd already had a great day, and it would get better still.

He sucked in a sharp breath as Ravenna finally reappeared from the dressing room. She looked stunning. The dress fitted tightly to her beautiful curves, her stunning blue eyes looking at him warmly. Proudly, he looked at the young woman that walked towards him. She would be dining out tonight with him.




What's in a Name? Ch. 07



He walked to her side.

"Ravenna, I've never seen a woman more beautiful than you are tonight."

Carefully he stroked her cheek, looking deep into her eyes. Her cheeks colored red, butterflies tickling her insides. The warmth of his hand radiated through her entire body, much more potent than she had expected from a simple gesture like that. Smiling, she looked at him, no hesitancy to be found in her eyes.

He took her arm in his. "Shall we?"

He walked her to the car, and they drove to the restaurant where he had made reservations. It was one of the most exclusive restaurants in the state ,and he had asked Alexander to pull some strings to get him a table.

They got from the car and walked to the restaurant. It was a small establishment with no more than twenty tables, a dance floor at the back of the diner. The tables were placed around a fountain in the middle of the restaurant, tropical fish swimming in its waters. It gave the restaurant a peaceful, exclusive atmosphere, and drowned out the quiet voices of the other guests.

They were directed to a seat in the back of the restaurant, in the vicinity of sliding doors. The doors opened to a balcony looking out over a large pond in a park, the moon bathing it in its silver light. The waiter helped Ravenna into her seat, and Gabriel took the chair across from her. The small tables allowed them to converse intimately; a fact Ravenna made use of gratefully.

"So," she began hesitatingly, butterflies making a loop through her stomach, "is this a regular dinner, or is it like a date?"

Gabriel smiled, surprised by her forwardness. "That depends, would you mind if it is a date?"

"No," she said in a small voice, looking away embarrassed. Maybe this was not the best question to ask at the beginning of their outing.

Gabriel quickly relieved her of her anxiety. "I'm glad, because it was intended as such."

She felt the butterflies in her insides make another surge, this time she did not mind at all. "How does a date usually work?" She'd never done that, was she supposed to do something special?

"You've never been on one?"

She shook her head, embarrassed again. Gabriel shook his head at his own naivety. Of course he should have known this all was new to her. He still wondered how it was possible no one ever had taken her out before. Had she ignored men? It seemed unlikely they would not have seen her stunning appearance before.

"Just do what we've been doing the last couple of weeks, chat and have fun."

She smiled. That had been easy, and very nice. "Okay."

Gabriel decided to take the lead. "How was your work today?"

"Great, you actually pulled me from my vibe," she said in a mock accusing tone. "I was really on my way to solving the mystery of that strange code I told you about."

"Forgive me," he teased back, "I'll never take you out to dinner again."

A waiter with an Mediterranean appearance came to their side, introducing himself enthusiastically. "Signorina, signor! Good evening, and welcome to our restaurant!" He fluttered to the other side, filling their glasses with wine in a smooth gesture as he moved around the table. "My name is Alessandro, I will be your waiter tonight."

The man sounded Italian, a thick accent covering his otherwise fluent English. He gave them the menu, and they spent some time deciding what they would order.

Ravenna asked something that had bothered her for some time now. "Do you already know when you will be going back to Europe?"

"Never, unless you are coming with me," Gabriel thought, keeping his expression smooth. That probably was not the most sensible thing to say right now. "I'm not sure yet. There are still some things I have to work on here. I'll see after that."

The answer did not satisfy her curiosity, or her anxiety for that matter. It felt as Gabriel had not said everything he had wanted to say. She nudged at his mind, trying to get a clue of what he'd kept from her, but he shielded firmly, as he had done continuously since she had read his thoughts.

Gabriel smiled at her, he'd felt her attempts. "Curious about something?" He was glad he always shielded himself carefully around her, the girl sure was bold.

She turned scarlet, feeling caught. Oh bother. "You're not telling me everything."

He smiled. "No, I am not. But I am not lying either."

That still was a horribly unsatisfying. She realized she wanted him to say that he did not want to leave. Better even, that he wanted to stay with her. It did not seem likely anything like that was going to happen. Suddenly, she felt sad. The beautiful, funny, kind man across her would one day leave again; go back to his own company, his own home.

Ravenna could no longer deny it. The way she longed for his presence when he was not around, the way his smile made her heart leap, the way his touch warmed her insides; she had fallen in love with him.

Love.

She turned the word around in her head, trying to grasp its meaning. A strange emotion, and unfamiliar to her until recently, she mused. She eyed the objects of her affections across the table. It had been induced by this man across her. How would she invoke the same emotions in him?

Alessandro reappeared at their table and took their orders. Broodingly, Ravenna sat across Gabriel, smiling at his stories and jokes, nodding and shaking her head at the appropriate moments. She'd have to find a way to make him fall in love with her as well, to convince him to stay at her side.

Bemused, she wondered how she'd do that. Maybe she should talk to Alexander about it. Three millennia of experience should be enough to give her some tips, would they not? For now, she decided she would just have fun with this perfect man across from her, enjoy their lovely dinner in their elegant attires. It was a fairytale evening.

Their ordered dishes were placed in front of them, and they took a bite from their food. The restaurant had not obtained its stars for no reason; the food was simply magnificent. Sighing, Ravenna marveled at her surroundings, everything was perfect.

Gabriel was curious. "When you still lived in New York, how did you spend your time when you were not working?"

She had to think about that for a moment. She frowned as she realized she did not really have an answer. What did she use to do daily? "Well, apart from the usual, doing grocery shopping, you know," she said slowly, "I did not do much of anything exciting. I watched movies, listened to music, read books. That's about it." She shook her head, she'd lived very secluded.

Gabriel hesitated before asking his next question. "Weren't you lonely?" he asked kindly.

She frowned, annoyed that he always asked the wrong questions. Or exactly the right ones for that matter. The questions that gave away much about her, and so little about him. She sighed and nodded. "Yes, I was, but I did not realize it back then. I thought my life was normal, as any other life." Her friendship with Alexander and Dominic had taught her how wrong she had been.

He was surprised at her honesty, and he took his chance to draw out more information from her. "Would you want to go back to how it was?"

She shook her head. "No, but I'd rather have learned it another way." She grimaced. There were better ways to learn that than what those men had done; although she would not want to miss the vampire's friendship for the world or the feelings she had for the man across her.

Gabriel smiled at her warmly. "I sure am glad you've come here."

Her heart leaped in joy as she heard his words, hope surging in her. Maybe it would not be impossible for her to win him.

They sat silently for some time, enjoying their food. After finishing their dishes, Alessandro came to their table again, collecting their empty plates. "Ah, signorina, signor! The weather is very fine tonight!" Enthusiastically, he waved to the opened doors. "You should go outside, enjoy the fine breeze!" Gesturing animatedly, he beckoned Gabriel to get up from his seat. "Signor, take your beautiful woman and show her the stars!" Ravenna smiled at him and looked over to the balcony, the darkness of the night visible through the undulating curtains that flanked the doors.

Gabriel noticed her curious look. "Would you like to go outside? The view from the balcony is great."

She nodded. "I'd like that."

Smiling, Gabriel led her out to the balcony, and they stood at the end of the plateau for a moment, admiring the almost mystical view bathing in the blue moonlight. He looked down at the young woman besides him and felt his heart pacing in his chest, betraying the feelings he had for this little beauty. Carefully, he pulled Ravenna in his arms and guided her in a slow dance, quiet music drifting through the opened door. He pressed her tightly to him, the warmth of her body radiating through his clothing. He looked down at her and felt his stomach tighten at the dreamy look on her face.

Slowly, hesitatingly, he moved his mouth to her, joy surging through him as she accepted the careful brushing of his lips against hers. Tentatively he kissed her, warmth spreading through him as he felt the velvet of her lips caressing his own.

He took his lips from her, checking whether he had not overstepped his boundaries. Her shy smile reassured him, her eyes even begging him for more. He pressed his mouth firmly to her again, kissing her more forcibly this time. She sighed and started kissing him back, nibbling his lips in a delightful, torturous way.

He felt his cock rise, passion clouding his mind. Softly he licked her lips, asking entrance to her beautiful mouth. Slowly she parted them, allowing him to complete the joining of their mouths. Caressing her lips and tongue with his, they dueled hotly. A moan escaped his lips as he tasted her delicious warmth.

He marveled at the feelings she stirred in him; never had he kissed as intensely as now, as deliciously as the kiss they shared at that moment. He reigned in his passions, reminding himself to take it slow, but how difficult she made it for him! Reigning himself in from the temptation of her sweet body, he ended their sweet kiss and softly caressed her cheeks, her throat, her chin to finish at her lips again. A sweet, soft last brushing of his lips against hers ended their embrace, and he smiled at the almost disappointed look he could see in her eyes.

He held her for some moments longer, both regaining their breath before he released her. He smiled at her and she looked back at him a bit dazed, her eyes clouded. Squeezing her hand, he pulled her from her daydreaming, and she looked up at him marveling. She had never expected kissing could be this sweet, this intense. Delicious unknown hungers coursed through her, warming her insides.

He led her back to the restaurant before she could dwell on these feelings longer, softly stroking her shoulders. They still had dessert.

***

Gabriel got back to his apartment, smiling. He had brought Ravenna back to Alexander's, leaving her there after a last sweet kiss on the porch. He had had a great time that day, and he marveled at its end. The memory of her sweet lips pressed to his mouth, the warmth of her body radiating against his was still fresh in his mind, and he felt his heart swell at the thought of seeing her soon, of kissing those gorgeous lips again.

He could not deny it any longer. He was in love with the girl. Sighing longingly, he got to bed. That did cause a problem. He doubted her feelings would be as strong as his; could be as strong as his. She moved through the day with great care, continuously straining to keep her fears and anxiety from running away with her. She tried to participate in daily life but at the same time, failed miserably at it as her past caught up with her with every move she made. Could there be any room left inside her little body to contain anything more than friendship with him? Was that even possible?

He would wait, give her the time to heel her wounds; hover over her, protect her from anything happening ever again to her until she was strong enough to let him in and then capture her love. Forever. With that thought in his mind, he drifted to sleep, his body comfortable in the warm bed.

***

Gabriel sighed contentedly as he felt Ravenna in his arms, the warm female body pressed against his breast, her curves fitting snuggly in his arms. Turning her in his arms, he felt her wiggle her back against his lower abdomen, stirring his manhood.

Admiring her beauty, he turned her on her back, settling his body over hers. He took in her magnificent form before bending over to kiss her. Softly moaning into his mouth, she kissed him back passionately, heat radiating from their bodies. Gabriel marveled at the delicious friction their kisses caused, electric pulses running from his mouth down to his abdomen, fuelling his desire.

When he abandoned her mouth, she protested feebly, but he turned her protests into moans as he started kissing her neck and trailed downwards to her glorious breasts. Lingering there, he kissed both orbs, sucking on each hard nipple to make the girl squirm under him until she begged him to stop and at the same time for more, much more.

Panting shallow breaths, she tried to push him lower, towards the pooling heat between her legs. Shooting her a warning glance he continued caressing her breasts, eliciting a moan every time he sucked the pink areola.

Unhurriedly he ventured lower down her body, covering every side of her body in scorching kisses. He felt the tension in her muscles, the rising of the energy that would soon need release. Smiling, he positioned himself between her legs, spreading her wide for him.

He sucked in a sharp breath as he saw the wetness that already coated her folds, her arousal obvious. His cock stirred at the sight, anticipating the sweet torture he would inflict on the beauty beneath him.

Slowly he trailed his tongue across her thighs, moving in smaller and smaller circles to the center of her arousal. The girl clutched the sheets with her hands, her eyes pressed firmly shut at the delicious assault.

She cried out as he reached her pleasure bud, slowly licking at the sensitive peak. Gabriel let his tongue move expertly along her folds, drinking her sweet aroma. He brought her to the brink of orgasm, but then teasingly started kissing her thighs, smiling at the frustrated moaning she produced. Again he caressed her, her finale within reach but denied to her still. He teased her like that until the intense pleasure produced tears leaking from her eyes.

Moving a finger inside of her, he craved her orgasm almost as much as she did, and he stimulated her clit more intensely. Crying out his name, she came under his mouth almost instantly, pressing her hips tightly to him. He lavished at her wetness, the delicious fluid that flowed freely from her womanhood. He let her ride her orgasm, teasing her sensitive bud with his tongue until, shuddering, she came back down from her high; opening her eyes to look at him sated.

He smiled at her wickedly. Round two was only just beginning. He moved up between her legs and kissed her passionately, dueling with their tongues. Spreading her legs with his knees, he positioned himself at her entrance. Carefully he slid inside her, staring in her eyes as he saw passion cloud them once more.

He moved himself fully inside her, moaning as her warmth and tightness caressed his cock. Slowly, he retracted from her, only to feed his length to her exquisite body again. He settled into a steady rhythm, letting them both enjoy the slow, but passionate, lovemaking.

He moved her legs around his waist, thus able to pleasure her more deeply. He started thrusting harder, fuelled by her increasing moans. No longer able to contain his lust, he felt the warmth in his abdomen spread across his body, his balls contacting to fill her with his seed.

Pistoning in and out of her, they both moaned as the delicious friction sent them off to heaven. Suddenly the girl stilled beneath him, contracting deliciously around his hard manhood. She exploded in pure bliss, screaming his name as she came again.

Gabriel felt how his cock became painfully hard, almost too much to take until his orgasm replaced the blissful agony. Closing his eyes, he shuddered as he came hard inside her, his senses drained in the waves of his orgasm. Riding his peak, he kept thrusting himself into the girl until the delicious wave abated, leaving him behind, exhausted. Tiredly, he slumped over the beauty beneath them, sighing contentedly. Still seated inside of her, they drifted off to sleep, breathing in and out evenly.

***

Sitting up with a start, Gabriel trembled at the memory of the passionate dream. His boxers were soaked he discovered, unsurprised. He felt the echo of the consuming passion still course through him. It left him feeling like a hormone ridden teenager.

Still somewhat shaken, he got out of his bed to get a shower and new briefs, letting the water cool off his heated skin. He stood there for a while, trying to push the images of the dream out of his mind. He felt like he had treated the girl disrespectfully; although his mind had taken off without his consent.

Sighing, he got back to bed again, trying to ignore the somewhat erratic thoughts that shot through his head. He'd sleep some more and meet his friends again tomorrow.

As he tried to fall asleep, images of the girl kept coming up and he knew he was over his heels in love with her. She'd need him to take it slow though. Holding on to that thought, sleep found him again, giving him peaceful rest this time.

***



What's in a Name? Ch. 02



Notes: 

1) 'Joan' and 'Beth' are the same person. When referring to events in the past, I will generally use her original name, Joan. Talking to her or about in the present, I will use Beth. Both names refer to the same individual, but will alter the nature of our relationship.

2) This is a re-submission of an earlier story. I've started writing the story from Beth's perspective and some scenes have changed as a result.

The setting for this story is Colin's Beach, on the Columbia River north of Portland, OR. The setting is a real park and 'Clothing Optional' is a stated rule of the park. Everything that keeps the park 'family friendly' is included in the 'unwritten, but understood' rules as described in the story. Observations of the narrator are based on personal experience. All characters and events are fictional. 

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Chapter 2: The Beach

My daughter had always disliked her name, Joan, considering it boring. She was named for Cathy's favorite Aunt (Cathy and I divorced when Joan was 14 and her older brother Paul was 20). We had joint custody, with Joan staying with me from Thursday evening to Monday morning. When Joan finished high school, she decided to start going by her middle name, Beth (for Elizabeth). When she changed her name, it changed her, and the nature of our relationship. Joan was my daughter. Beth became my lover as of last night. She had intentionally gotten us both tipsy (she joined me in drinking beer), and then seduced me. 

It was a cool evening, but we didn't need a blanket. I just spooned with Beth as we both fell asleep, both completely sated.

The next morning, I woke up before Beth, and sat up in bed, admiring her -- the cute face and magnificent body, sculpted by her twin passions of soccer and dancing. Looking at her, I started thinking about the last time I had seen her undressed. When she woke up I asked "Beth, do you remember changing together when we went swimming?"

"Of course" she answered. "Why?"

"I was just thinking about how long it's been since I've seen you naked." We had been going to public pools in the area since she was a toddler. Cathy had joined us at the pool until Joan was about 4. Joan and I used the 'Family Changing Rooms' until she was 7 or 8. "You've changed a bit since then."

She sat up and looked down at herself - including her B-cup breasts and the black pubic hair that had developed as she matured. "I was kinda' short then..."

I chuckled "there is that." I suggested that we start getting ready for the day. I pulled on my sweatpants and walked out to the kitchen to make coffee. As usual, I picked up the paper from the front porch and looked through it while the coffee was brewing. When it was done, I returned with two mugs to find Beth brushing her teeth in the master bath. The outfit she had selected for the day was on the bed. "I was hoping we could get ready together" she said around the brush.

"If you mean showering together , I'm all for it. I always appreciate having someone to wash my back." 

She replied, "That's exactly what I had in mind. I've always envied your shower. The one in the guest bath is OK, but I like the double heads in yours." 

As I took off my sweatpants, I commented "I'm not sure why I bothered with these. It's not like I had to worry about you seeing me as I crossed the living room."

Beth giggled "I thought about saying something when you put them on." 

I took a hit of coffee. "During the week when you're at Mom's, I generally don't wear anything until after my shower. To be honest, as long as it's warm enough, I'm almost more comfortable naked than I am dressed." As I said this, a thought struck me - something to bring up later.

"I've never seen Mom naked around the house - or anywhere, actually. I don't think she's seen me undressed either. Wait, there was one time I was late getting ready for soccer practice and I changed out of my leotard in the laundry room while she was there. Now that I think about it, I don't think I've seen her naked since the three of us changed to go swimming. I barely remember that since I was what, maybe 4 when she quit going with us? I've seen you naked countless times since then. Last night is the first time I've seen 'all' of you in about a decade."

This led to comparing notes about locker rooms. "At the pool or the gym" I observed, "most guys are like me. If I'm changing into a swimsuit or running shorts, I undress and dress almost as if I'm at home; the only difference is that I'm putting things in a locker instead of a hamper. I don't try to cover myself when I'm naked, but I'll generally be facing the locker. When I'm taking a shower afterwards, I don't bother covering myself after undressing, and am perfectly comfortable walking around naked. Some guys will wrap a towel around their waist, but most won't bother. One of the cardinal rules in men's locker rooms is that you never overtly look at another man's junk, but I doubt I'm the only guy who will steal an occasional covert glance. Generally it's if there's something unusual, like he's shaved his crotch, or is unusually large or small."

Beth seemed to be trying to visualize this before she spoke. "I'm not quite that immodest, but I'm virtually an exhibitionist compared to some of my classmates." She had just graduated from High School so of course, her experience with locker rooms was dominated by the one at school. "I change out of street clothes pretty much the same way as you do - basically 'take off the street clothes and put on the soccer stuff.' If I'm wearing something that I don't want to get wrinkled, I'll fold it or whatever before putting it into the locker, but I'm still wearing at least underwear at that point. A few girls would change in the stalls for gym class, but most just change, facing their locker. 

The rule about not looking seems to be about the same for the crotch, but does not apply to boobs. Some girls still may occasionally make a comment. When we started needing bras in middle school, it seemed we were always talking about cup sizes and stuff. Late bloomers would bemoan their lack, or comment about 'taking notes for future use.' Looking back, we were almost always covered from the waist down, but would comment about our boobs as we were putting on - or taking off - our bras. Among the soccer team, most of the recent boob comments relate to the effectiveness of various sports bras. Most of us are small enough that it isn't really an issue. After PE everybody would wrap themselves in a towel walking to the showers. Afterwards, about half would dry themselves behind the curtain before leaving the shower stall and wear the towel back to their locker. I was part of the group who would dry off as we walked, and not worry about the occasional, inevitable flashing. After soccer practice, we're all fairly immodest. At school, soccer players and girls playing other sports generally used their sport lockers for PE, so we would be together. I remember Shannon and Jackie once wondering if the super-modest girls were 'different' somehow. They were just loud enough that the athletes could hear them, but others couldn't."

Both Shannon and Jackie had been on Joan's team a few times during the years when I had been Joan's coach (or assistant coach). I could easily see them making a comment like that, in the way Beth described. It would be strictly for the amusement of the audience, and in no way pejorative of the 'victims.'

By this time we had both emptied our mugs, and had gotten into the shower together. I did wash her back, but didn't stop there. I let both hands drift down to massage her ass then slipped one hand between her legs to feel the slit where they met. She spread her legs slightly and I took advantage of the space by sliding my thumb up into her pussy. This left my fingers free to find her clit and tickle it. While my right hand had stayed down, my left hand slid up and around to pinch the nipples that popped out of her perfectly formed breasts. She leaned back into me and the water cascaded down her front as if to control the heat generated by my hands. Her head fell back onto my shoulder, and I nuzzled her neck. My cock had sprung to attention and was now between her legs, seeking what my hand had found. With one motion, I removed my thumb and guided my cock into her pussy just as she moaned with her orgasm. Once I was inside her, I moved my free hand around her to stimulate her clitoris from the front. Beth's orgasm subsided, but my cock had missed it. A few quick thrusts in Beth's warm folds were enough to set off my eruption and flood her with cum. This time it was my orgasm that pushed her over the edge as she came again.

After I pulled out, she started to lean down to take me in her mouth. I stopped her, pointing out that there was probably a fair amount of soap mixed in with our juices, so I suggested that we both pass on tasting each other this time. She had perfected the 'puppy-dog pout' years ago, and used it. Adding insult to injury, she wasn't entirely pleased with the selection of toiletries in my shower, but felt she could survive a day without HER shampoo and conditioner. 

She the returned the favor and washed my back. Her hands wandered much as mine had earlier. When finished with my back, she massaged my ass, then both hands slipped to the front. She washed my balls with one hand, while the other ensured that my member was clean. I thoroughly enjoyed the hand-job but it was clearly her first time. She wasn't able to make me cum, but I thoroughly enjoyed her attention.

As we were drying off, she asked if it was OK to bring her stuff to the master bath when we were done. This brought up the elephant in the room. I had considered last night a single, 'special occasion.' Beth clearly thought that she and I would be sleeping together on a regular basis. She had broken up with her boyfriend shortly before graduation. They didn't have a fight or anything; they just decided that, since they were going to different colleges in the fall, they should transition to 'just friends' when they weren't seeing each other regularly at school. Beth's refusal to fuck him probably contributed to his accepting the arrangement - apparently her (excellent) BJ's weren't enough for him. For now, she and I were both 'single.' If we were going to be sleeping together regularly, it could continue almost indefinitely since she had a full-ride scholarship at one of the top soccer programs in the country, which happened to be in our home town - Portland. She was one of four girls from her high school team who had accepted Soccer scholarships to the University of Portland (the other three were Karen, Shannon and Jackie), and the four of them had arranged to share a 'suite' (two bedrooms connected to a common bathroom) together. They had all agreed to cover for each other in terms of bed-checks, and wouldn't question where anyone spent the night. One of the few rules was that males could not spend the night in the suite.

At this point my cock was saying "go for it. She's hotter than any of the dates you've had in the last 4 years, and you've already identified 2 shared kinks." Beth enjoyed receiving and giving oral sex, and last night she expressed interest in watching me pee. Cathy didn't really share my interest in either kink. Occasionally when we showered together, she would let me watch her pee. She seemed to enjoy having me go down on her but was not eager to return the favor. Cathy had never tasted herself, while Beth stated that she had, and found that she liked it. The pee fetish was a bit more tenuous -- I know I was into it, but Beth had only mentioned that she liked watching me. The sex we shared last night was incredible. I don't remember ever cumming more than twice in one session. The blow-job she gave me was one of the best I have ever had, and she seemed eager to learn whatever I was willing to share with her. 

On the other hand, I had to consider her future. Although I didn't see her as my daughter (last night was sufficient proof of that) the fact remained that she was, and her best interests were my primary responsibility. "Beth, we need to talk about this. I want to start by saying that I love you - as Beth. I loved Joan in the same way as any father loves his 'little girl.' As Beth, you are my lover, with everything that implies. Although you no longer see me as your father - and to be honest - last night would have been a lot different if I still saw you as my daughter, that doesn't change the facts. As much as I would like to take you as my wife, the LGBTQ cause has no plans to include 'Incest' in their campaign for marriage equality. Prior to last night, I was in complete agreement with them on that point. After last night, I've had second thoughts, but nature itself is on their side, and you should know that I'm reluctant to argue with 'Mother Nature.' Incest is about the only universal taboo - and you know enough genetics to understand why."

Beth clearly understood what I was saying and, just as clearly, wasn't happy about it. "The taboo is from the increased likelihood of deformities. You've had a vasectomy, so you can't get me pregnant."

"So you don't plan on ever having children? Yes, I know there are ways around it. Your cousin Janet and her wife have two children. The children have two loving parents, but they will never know their 'biological father.' Growing up with two Mommies or two Daddies is now accepted. Coming from a household where Mommie is living with Grandpa would be different. Besides the issue of children, I'm obviously old enough to be your father and, despite advances in medical technology, I will likely die some 40 years before you do. You remember your grandmother, but you never really met my mother. Because of Alzheimer's, the person who raised me was gone by the time you were old enough to remember her. My father died when he was 66, and she was a widow until she died some 30 years later. For 20 years, she did all the things they had planned to do together, but she was alone. She sometimes had a friend with her, but it's not the same as sharing an experience with someone you love."

Beth seemed to realize that I had a point. Regardless of our feelings, we would be fighting Mother Nature. 

I then thought of a middle road that placated my loudest internal voice (that of my cock) while satisfying my parental instincts. "Let's try this: For this summer we can sleep together when you're here. When school starts, you have to start dating guys from school - being on the soccer team should be a major asset to that end. You can spend an occasional weekend with me or your Mom, but you have to spend approximately equal time with both of us. If you spend the night here, you will sleep in your room, and I'll sleep in mine. In essence, this is a 'summer affair' with no extensions. You were able to break up with David, and this will have to be like that. I will also have to find a suitable fuck-buddy when you start school.

"While you are looking for a boyfriend, remember that being known as a slut is bad, but being thought of as 'easy' is worse. The latter can be dangerous when you say 'no.' Knowing what I do about the friends you're rooming with, they'll help with that.

"When you find a boyfriend your age - or at least close, he has precedence. You shouldn't (I was tempted to say 'aren't allowed to') compare him to me - especially in bed. I have about 25 years more experience in pleasing women than he will. While you're pleasing him, you can encourage him to be a better lover. Some women won't tell their partners how to please them, thinking it may hurt a guy's feelings. I've always encouraged them to let me know what they like, since every woman is different. Although you didn't say much in the bedroom last night, your body spoke volumes. In the shower this morning, you didn't say a word save the occasional moan, but again your body told me what to do. You mentioned last night that you masturbate and you can use your experience from that as a guide as well. If he's, pardon the pun, 'rubbing you the wrong way,' tell him. Say 'I get hot when I touch myself like this' or something like that. If a guy doesn't care enough to listen when you tell him what you like, he isn't worth your time. The same applies to boys who think they know your body better than you do. 

"Either way, he's not nearly as bad as the 'if you loved me you'd let me' assholes I warned you about a few years ago, but if he's not interested enough to listen to you in bed, it's unlikely he'll care about your needs elsewhere. It took me a more than a few years to catch the non-verbal signals, and again, every woman is different. You could easily fake an orgasm with most guys. Don't, but tell him how to give you the real thing. I don't think you could 'fake it' with me, and your orgasm makes mine so much better. We can both work on 'training the trainer' over the summer."

Beth thought about it, and finally responded. "I think that will work, but I'm not keen on the idea of you and me being a 'summertime fling.' Coaching a guy about sex seems odd, but David didn't hesitate in giving me pointers about going down on him. I can also see how it would help. I especially like that 'training the trainer' bit."

To celebrate finding a 'solution' to the dilemma, I threw my towel on the bed and sat back on it. Beth didn't need any encouragement to climb onto my lap. She grabbed my cock and guided it into her pussy as she scooted forward with her knees hugging my waist. If she's going to find a boyfriend, she might as well know as many options as I can cover in the time we had. An advantage to this particular configuration is that she can set the pace. She started by shifting her ass around a bit, discovering how she could shift my cock inside herself. After that, she raised herself almost tentatively for the first couple strokes, but was soon slamming herself onto my shaft. She lifted herself to just short of the point that I would slip out of her, then drop quickly enough that the bed bounced under me. Once again, her strength as a soccer player helped her out. I've shared this position with other women, but none came close to matching Beth's power or stamina (although the latter trait wasn't really an issue). While marveling at her strength, I was also savoring the feeling of her sex surrounding mine. Her vagina hugged my cock with moist warmth. When she lifted herself, I could feel the coolness of the room on my exposed shaft. This only made her engulfing me that much more pleasurable. Her breasts were small, but large enough to bounce when she landed on me. We both had just showered, but I could easily smell her arousal. Even the sound of her butt cheeks slamming my thighs only increased the pleasure. 

As with her previous orgasms, she whimpered as she came and her pussy's reaction pulled me with her. As she came, she fell forward and hugged me, squeezing her breasts against my chest as we shared a coffee-flavored kiss. Afterwards, she rotated herself for a quick 69 - insisting that we make up for the opportunity missed in the shower to 'clean each other.' I may have ended up cleaner, and I sucked some of my cum out of her, but she was as wet afterwards as she was before. When she was done sucking me, she asked if other guys would cum when she did. I explained how her orgasm set me off -- and why I doubted she could fake an orgasm with me. I said that it may happen with other lovers, but she was the first woman who could set me off like she did. We then got dressed and headed out to the kitchen to finish the coffee and grab breakfast.

It was time to bring up my earlier idea. I asked her if she had plans for the day. "Karen and I were talking about maybe going shopping or something, but never finalized anything. Did you have something in mind?"




What's in a Name? Ch. 02



"Actually yes, but only if you're interested. You know that I've visited the 'clothing optional' beach on Sauvie Island. I was wondering if you might be interested in going there with me." 

"I remember you inviting me a few years ago. God, I was shocked at the thought of seeing you naked, and mortified of you seeing me. For some reason, those don't seem to be issues any more."

"I thought I had made it clear that I would only see you naked if you chose to remove your clothes, but it's a common misconception." 

"I don't think I got past the idea of seeing your 'junk,' to use your term. Even though I'd seen it a few years earlier, I had changed by then, and so my feelings about that stuff had changed as well. I've kinda' wondered what the place is like since you first mentioned it, but Joan's curiosity couldn't compete with her modesty. I haven't really thought about it recently." She paused briefly before finishing with, "sure, let's do it. I'll text Karen that I've made other plans. "

"OK, while we're getting ready, there are a few ground rules I should mention. Although it's technically a 'nude beach' it's family-friendly and you don't have to be naked. If you're uncomfortable taking off your clothes, you don't have to. In fact, more than a third of the people there wouldn't look out of place at Waterfront Park downtown. I'm assuming that you won't mind if I choose to go nude, since you've already seen everything. 'Family Friendly' means that the nudity is completely non-sexual and also means that the beach is not a 'meat market.' If the forecasts are right and it gets up to the mid-90s, there will be lots of people there. They will be of all ages, including children. I'm probably pretty close to the average age. There aren't many Millennials like yourself, but they're out there, and younger kids are more common. The issue is that, with kids of any age around, NC-17 behavior is not allowed. I talked to one of the 'regulars' and he said there are a group of guys that 'police' the beach fairly effectively. If somebody - almost always a guy - gets out of line, one of the 'regulars' will approach him, and ask him to cool it. Other regulars will take notice, and 'wander over.' Typically the asshole is drunk, but sufficiently sober to realize that he's suddenly facing a handful of guys more than willing to physically 'cleanse' the beach if necessary. He told me that on rare occasions there might be a slight commotion, but most people won't see it if they aren't involved. If something like this has happened any of times that I was there, it was handled quietly enough that I didn't notice."

Beth commented "You've talked about it before, but never gotten into detail like that. It also sounds like you haven't yet qualified as a 'regular.' In any case, it makes a little more sense now. In fact, it sounds a lot like the Family Changing Rooms we were talking about earlier."

"Exactly." I had never really connected the two, but it was an obvious parallel. Family changing rooms were provided so that mixed gender family members could change together, limiting exposure to the family itself. Mom, Dad, and the kids have all probably seen each other naked around the house (and younger kids wouldn't be bothered either way). As for the 'regulars and assholes' on the beach, I likely hadn't noticed the incidents (if they occurred) because I generally 'camped' between the two most crowded parts of the beach. The 'regulars' patrolled the southern end, and there was a 'Party Crowd' that set up near the center of the park, that probably has a similar system.

"I personally don't like tan lines, and will undress as I'm setting up my spot on the beach" I continued. "I've never had an erection there, but etiquette suggests that I cover it if I do." I tossed her my phone. "Open up Sauvie.txt. It has a list of what to pack. I'll transfer the beach chair to your car, and it should only take a minute or two to find another one. You and I will both need towels, and you'll want flip-flops." Although both of us were already dressed, we had to completely undress to replace our underwear with swim suits. Beth asked my opinion in terms of her swim-wear. "I would suggest one of your two-piece options, in case you feel comfortable topless, but not naked. I've seen women wear a one-piece around their waist, but it's easier to be semi-nude with a bikini." 

Beth selected one of her more modest two piece suits (odd, if her plan was to take it off anyhow). "Will this be OK?" she asked, and I nodded. I loaded the cooler with soft drinks (diet, of course), some beer, and a couple jugs of filtered water. I decided we'd pick up something to eat on the way. 

Beth glanced at my phone. "The list implies that you're going by yourself, since you mention bringing a book."

"You know me, I'll read standing in line at the grocery store if I have a book with me. I'm planning on bringing one anyway, and recommend that you bring one as well. Frequently, I won't open the book even when I'm going solo. I generally end up talking with people there. The main purpose of going is to have an excuse to be out in the sun, naked. If I don't find someone to talk to, I'll read. More than once, the book itself started a conversation. I'd prefer that you don't bring your notepad but I'm sure you can find something in the den. One more thing - you'll want to use the facilities here before we leave. There are port-a-potties out there, but they're more like ovens on days like today. Peeing there is easy, the other - not so much. Sorry to be blunt, but you won't have a comfortable chance to shit for most of the day, so this is your chance." My recommendation to not bring her notepad was concern about theft, although I've never had anything stolen on that beach - one of its many unique attributes. All forms of anti-social or illegal behavior (such as littering or petty theft) are almost unheard of. The only exception is... I'll get to it.

It took about half an hour to get our shit together and another half hour to drive. As usual, she drove, and I rode shotgun. We stopped to get sandwiches for lunch, and proceeded to Collin's Beach. She smirked at me when I mentioned that I already had a parking pass (I grabbed it when I moved the beach chair). "Why does it not surprise me that you have one?" she quipped.

After our stop, I commented: "Our discussion earlier about modesty, or lack thereof, in locker rooms is similar to the situation at the beach. Less than half the guys will typically be clothed meaning that the rest will be nude. The women are about evenly divided between clothed, topless, and nude. I'm not sure why men are more willing to 'let it all hang out', while women, who are almost revealing more going topless than 'bottomless' are more reluctant to go nude. 'Family oriented' also means a nude woman will never spread her legs more than a few inches apart - if that. It's OK to try to get a tan between your thighs, but you should avoid 'exposing' yourself. Looking is OK, but leering is not. If I see a couple of women walking together, one topless and the other nude, I will scan the four parts that would be, or are, covered by two-piece suits, but it will probably tale less than a second. As in locker rooms, I won't spare more than a quick glance at a man's junk."

We arrived a little before noon, and I could tell from the road that it was already crowded. There are 6 or 7 trails from the road to the beach, and all parking spaces near the trails were taken. I had silenced both our phones and put them in the glove box before crossing the bridge to the island. We had 2 chairs, a cooler and a bag with the rest of our stuff. I rolled the cooler and carried the bag while Beth carried the chairs. 

We got to the beach and found I was right - there were people of all ages. Most were over 30. At 47, I was close to the average age. If counting only those who were nude, I was well below the average. While nudism seems to be increasing in popularity everywhere else on the planet, it's definitely fading in the US. Beth wasn't the only (or oldest) teen, but the population of 10 to 25 year-olds was pretty sparse. Among the young adults that I could see, a minority were nude. The children were about evenly split with younger kids more likely to be nude. Only one of the few babies I could see was wearing a diaper. If anything, the percentage of people (especially females) who were at least partially nude was a bit higher than usual. As I started to undress, Beth did as well. She was down to just her suit bottom, and gave me a funny look when I sat down with my running shorts on. "Remember what I said about erections? I'll take these off when I can" I explained.

She responded with her usual giggle as she glanced at the bulge in my shorts. "Too bad I can't help you with that."

I continued "I'm not sure who it was, it might even have been my sister, your Aunt Wendy, who commented on how much easier it was for women on a nude beach. 'Women can think about anything they want, and nobody will ever know.' Erect nipples are a sign of arousal, but far less prominent than a hard-on. They also can be caused by being cold, a guaranteed phenomenon if you go swimming. The problem for me right now is that, while I've been here before with someone I'd slept with the night before, you turn me on more than anyone else. Men can get an erection from other causes, sometimes just from having to urinate with no convenient facilities, but the unwritten laws, at least here, are that erections indicate arousal and must be hidden. If you're comfortable undressing, don't let my problem stop you. If you decide to remove the bottom of your suit later, let me know before you do. I may need to cover myself, but 'covering' can be as simple as turning over if I'm lying down or throwing a shirt onto my lap. What I'm trying to say is that it's entirely your choice go topless or be totally nude. As you can see, you'll fit in regardless."

As she removed the bottom of her suit, she answered. "When I agreed to come here, I decided that I would go nude. I don't think I'll ever get rid of my tan lines, but I'd like to at least fade them a bit. Can you help me with the sunscreen?" I complied, liberally applying it to her back while she took care of the rest. For obvious reasons, my hands did not roam as they had in the shower. She could easily reach all sensitive areas, so I left them for her. She did, however, ask me if she had gotten all of her butt. 

"Your ass is fine," I chuckled. "Oh, you mean the sunscreen." There was a streak of it that hadn't been properly spread, but a quick swipe took care of it. Yes, I was touching her butt, but it was obviously done only to address the sunscreen. "OK, now it's covered." After she was protected, she offered to return the favor, but I declined. I had already been to the beach more than a few times, so my tan was already well established. In her case, however, sunburns were likely to be in embarrassing locations.

A short time later, I could safely take off my suit. Beth looked at me afterwards. "You're serious about not liking tan lines. Some parts aren't quite as dark, but there's not a clear 'line' anywhere that I can see." At this point I slipped my watch up my wrist a bit to show the one tan-line that I (intentionally) maintained. She stuck our her tongue. "Show-off!"

The two of us walked down to the water to cool off. Beth thanked me for having flip-flops on the checklist; "I added them because the sand in the sun can get hot." We left them just above the water line and she stayed with me as I waded waist-deep into the water. "You probably aren't aware that the urine content of any body of water will always be higher near a public beach." Beth responded with a sour look, and I explained "If you have to piss, the most discrete option, other than the ovens up in the parking area, is to be waist-deep in the water. I haven't visited a swimming pool that didn't have some sign politely asking visitors to not 'pee' in the pool. Wearing a suit isn't going to change it. I've occasionally come across a guy watering a tree here, but I think just about everybody goes in the river." When she wrinkled her nose, I pointed out that the concentration is still very low, and urine is essentially sterile anyway. I had relieved myself as soon as my penis was covered and noticed a slight relaxation indicating that she was now doing the same. "This was why I had suggested using the facilities before we left home. As I said then, peeing isn't a problem. Solid waste is a different issue. I haven't noticed shit floating in the river, so I assume that virtually everybody refrains from taking a dump in the water."

When we returned to our place we found a young family had 'camped' next to us. The parents were in their early 30's and they had two kids (one of each) who appeared to be in the 4 to 6 range. The parents hadn't finished arranging their stuff before both kids were streaking to the water. I watched the youngsters take off, and glanced at the parents. 

"This place is a Godsend." The mother waved in the direction her children had headed "Matt and Linda have returned to their natural element. Oh, excuse me, I'm Lucy. We moved here from Phoenix last fall. In Arizona, we had a pool in our back yard and it was easier to just let the kids run around naked most of the summer. Last fall, Jake" her husband nodded "was offered a position up here. We discussed it briefly then moved without hesitation. Everything was so much better than Arizona. Experiencing a real winter, mild as it was, was a treat. It wasn't until it warmed up that we found that 'bathing suit' was a foreign concept to the kids. He's 5 and will be starting kindergarten in the fall; she's just over a year younger. We discovered through a company support group that it was a common problem, and then we heard about this place. Matt still prefers swimming naked, but he'll wear a suit at preschool. Linda's a bit more stubborn, but she mimics her older brother, so it's all good." By the time Lucy finished, their 'camp' was set up, and they seemed to be as well. Jake was wearing mid-thigh swim trunks. Lucy was topless, with bikini bottoms (a few covert glances confirmed that she had no more hair than Beth's bikini trim, but may have less). "Like your wife, I don't need a bra, and go without whenever I can get away with it." Mentioning her breasts implicitly gave me permission to look at them. I'd guess she had C-cups with fairly large areolas and prominent nipples, but her assessment wasn't inaccurate - there was no indication of sagging. She seemed to be able to go without a bra enough that they were as tan as the rest of her torso, although her arms and face were slightly darker. She definitely qualified as a 'MILF.' She was slender, with shoulder-length brunette hair, currently tied back in a pony-tail. She didn't have Beth's muscle tone (very few people do), but I had to assume that she worked out regularly. She and I were both wearing sunglasses, so I'm not sure of her eyecolor, but there was nothing in her face to detract from her attractiveness.

I responded with a chuckle, "I'll take that as a compliment, but I'm not sure about my daughter, Beth. I'm James, by the way. I've been coming here for several years, and I've invited Beth more than once during that time. She had trouble reconciling the concept of 'nude' with 'family oriented'." I glanced at Beth, "is that a fair assessment?" She nodded and I continued. "She turned 18 a few months ago, and decided to check this place out. In fact, this is the first time she's been here and she seems to have inherited my immodesty."

Beth gave me a mock-stern look. "I don't know about immodesty, but I do have your skin-tone and your distaste for tan lines. Since I'm almost always wearing my soccer stuff outside, I look like a freakin' farmer." The last part was said stated with an element of distaste. I hadn't really noticed before, but she was right. Her rich, bronze tan was limited to her face, arms, and a narrow band on her thighs (above her soccer socks and below her shorts). The rest of her was almost white. I generally didn't bother with sun-screen, but knew that she needed it (and realized that the sunscreen I had applied to her back earlier covered only those areas that were not already tanned). She had done a good job of applying it to the rest of herself. It wasn't until then that I recalled that she had also applied sunscreen to the areas that didn't need it, apparently seeking to even out her skin-tone.

We chatted with the parents for over an hour. I made a mental note to only bring one chair next time - Beth seemed more comfortable on her towel, spending equal time on her back as on her tummy. When I pulled a couple sodas out of our cooler, I asked the parents if they wanted anything. They declined with an indication that they were well stocked. Jake eventually suggested that they collect the kids for lunch. The two kids had never left our field of view, and it was clear that they were more interested in playing than eating, but eventually the parents returned, each carrying a child. When they got back, we asked if they could watch our stuff while Beth and I took a walk. I added "If you want to leave before we get back, go ahead. I've never had anything taken, probably because I generally don't bring anything worth taking." 

Beth and I waded out into the water to cool off (and pee) then returned to walk along the wet sand just above the water line. We started out heading south, and soon found the number of people 'au naturel' had declined sharply. "I've walked the entire beach several times, and generally turn around about here. I've been told that there are signs saying where clothing is required, but I haven't found them yet. All I've noticed is that the sign on the road by the first trail does not mention 'clothing optional." The point at which clothing is required is well marked at the other end. Here, I've just gone by the lack of undressed people beyond this point. I once carried my suit, put it on here and continued. The only difference other than clothing beyond here is that the beach there is covered with litter. I don't think I've see so much as a cigarette butt in the nude section." 

We retraced our path then continued north. We chatted a bit, and visited with others as we passed. At one point, Beth sniffed. "Is that..."

"Yes," I answered, having detected the same odor. "I was wondering if you knew what pot smelled like, and I won't ask if you've tried it. It's still illegal in Oregon, but pot has been part of the scene since long before I started coming here. It's the only 'crime' I've ever encountered here, and it's not even a crime over there" I pointed across the river as I said this. "Another thing you'll see more of is tattoos. I'm not sure if they really are more common, or if it's only that they're less likely to be covered. Have you noticed anything else?"

"I'm assuming that you mean the - how shall I put it - tendency to shave?"

"That's what I was looking for. I know it's common in the porn industry, but comparing what I see out here with what I see in locker rooms, people who come out here are more likely to be bald between their legs." I continued, "Last Summer, I shaved myself when I started coming out here. I quit in the fall because it was a bother. You know I shave my legs for biking. Pubes grow a lot faster than the hair on my legs, and I had to shave there about twice as often."

Beth replied "a few of the girls on the team shave, but most have a full bush. Among dancers, shaving or at least trimming is pretty much required. Although we're generally wearing jazz pants or something, if we have a single piece where we're performing in leotards, you can't have any hair that shows down there. I started trimming almost as soon as I started growing hair, and I address it when I shave my legs. I know what you mean about the stubble but I generally ignore it, except for performances - but I shave my legs then as well." 




What's in a Name? Ch. 02



The beach itself is over a mile from one end to the other, and we had covered a good portion of it. I suggested that we return and eat our lunch. When we got back, Lucy and Jake were playing cribbage, while their kids took a nap under a beach umbrella, both wearing what they had on when we last saw them - nothing. I pulled a couple beers out of the cooler. "Beth, since you're driving, this is it for you, but you can have all the soft-drinks you want. There's also the second gallon of water." I had made a point of getting something to drink frequently and also encouraged Beth to reapply sun-screen. 

"I was wondering why you brought as much beer as you did. I won't want more than one anyhow." 

Shortly after we finished eating, Lucy mentioned that it was about time to leave. She and Jake started packing their gear and woke the kids to get them dressed. Jake took most of their stuff out to the road and returned wearing a toddler pack. He grabbed the last couple towels and umbrella before Lucy put Linda in the pack and then picked up Matt. As they left, Lucy said "Thank you for the company, and hopefully we'll see each other again."

By now it was late afternoon, and they weren't the only ones leaving. I collected our trash while Beth folded the chairs. We both made one last trip to the water to cool off. After drying ourselves, we got dressed and made our way back to the car. Beth commented that she definitely wanted to return. "I couldn't understand how men and women could be naked with each other without it being sexual. After coming here, I understand what you were talking about. I saw you looking at the women - especially the bottomless ones. I suspect you noticed me checking out other guy's equipment, or as you call it, junk. I'm sure guys were looking at me too, but I didn't feel like I was on display. I've been more uncomfortable at school dances. I thought I'd be wet seeing guys nude, but it didn't happen."

"I had the same expectations the first time I came here, and the same experience. Today is the first time I had to wait for an erection to pass. There's a different atmosphere here than in the textile world" borrowing a term nudists use for non-nudists.

I had Beth stop at Winco on the way home where I picked up a six-pack of hard cider, and asked her to get a 'bake at home' pizza from the deli. While the pizza was cooking she and I took a quick shower together. With the pizza in the oven, we didn't have time to play. When we finished, I grabbed the sweatpants from that morning while she pulled a t-shirt out of my dresser. We continued sharing observations about the day as we ate. 

Beth commented about one guy who we saw. "Did you notice the guy near the Volleyball courts who could have been Michelangelo's 'David'?"

I replied "I know who you're talking about, but 'David' is marble, and that guy would be more appropriately carved in Ebony. This is the second time I've seen him there, and he was in almost the exact same spot as before." 

She finished with "You're right about the ebony. Another difference is that I've heard 'David' has a small penis. That guy was hung like a horse."

As we walked into the living room after dinner I asked, "Thriller or comedy?" 

She replied "I think I did a pretty good job of finding a show last night. Hand me the remote and I'll try to make it two for two." I couldn't argue with that. Her selection of 'Real Sex' last night had gotten the two of us wound up enough to become lovers. 

I don't even remember what she selected, probably because I was watching her more than the TV. Last night we were both aroused, but tried to hide it. This time were were completely open about it, and watching her touching herself was hotter than anything on the screen. She was watching the TV, but she was also watching me. When I lowered the hem of the sweatpants to stroke my meat, I had her full attention.

Shortly after the second love scene, I walked across the room, turning off the TV as I passed it. I picked Beth up and carried her into the bedroom. I all but threw her onto the bed and ordered her to crawl to the middle as I took off my pants. When she started to take off her shirt I ordered her to keep it on. I'd never been into domination before, but I was clearly getting into it now. Beth noticed the shift, and seemed to be turned on by becoming submissive. I was already hard from our activities in the living room. Seeing her bare ass and the moist cleft below it, I almost came without contact. I crawled onto the bed behind her and immediately thrust myself into her. Any hint of foreplay was gone -- as was any consideration of her pleasure. She was as tight as ever, but I met no resistance. Although there was no foreplay, she was already wet, probably from watching me in the living room. I continued with long, hard strokes. She was close to cumming, and did so when I slapped her ass. Again, her orgasm spurred my own. With Beth, once never seemed to be enough so I continued pumping her. The domination role faded as soon as I came. I reached under her shirt to fondle her breasts and she was now pushing back to meet my thrusts. I felt her pussy squeezing me as she came again but I held off, wanting to extend the feeling. When she came a third time, I joined her and filled her again with my cream. When I pulled out, she collapsed to the side. My cum was dripping out of her, and I bent to lick her clean. She recovered enough to take me into her mouth. My cock rose slightly, but I was completely spent.

She said "I love you Daddy" and dropped off almost before finishing the sentence. She didn't wake as I reversed myself and moved her from the middle of the bed to the pillows. I gave her a kiss on the forehead before falling asleep next to her.

*

Please let me know what you think of the story. What you liked and disliked. If you have other ideas of what you would like to see Beth explore with her Dad, I'm open to suggestions.



What's in a Name?



"Act? No!" I answered in confusion. Who the hell would act this goofy on purpose, I thought to myself.

"Well" Tom said while coming up right next to me and putting his face next to my ear. "In that case Miles my man, as for what you should do, just do what you want to me, because there's no right or wrong. If it feels good do it."

With that Tom leaned me up against the wall and kissed me. I stood there trying to reciprocate when I felt Tom's hand working around the outside my jeans. To my confusion, I was hard already.

Tom stepped back and pulled my shirt over my head. He bent over and began sucking on my nipple before abruptly stopping. He took my St. Christopher medal and spun it around my neck to my back.

"I don't like an audience" he said before going back to my nipples. The little nubs were hard and the licking and biting and sucking was really making me feel good. Back and forth he went across my scrawny hairless chest while still rubbing and squeezing my crotch.

Tom reached down and grabbed my wrist and before I could protest had pinned my hand over my head and against the wall. Tom leaned forward and began kissing all around under my arm, licking and nibbling the tiny wisp of hair nestled in the hollow of my armpit. My initial feeling of humiliation were washed away by the unbelievable sensations that I was enjoying as his tongue did magical things.

Tom soon knelt down in front of me and undid my belt. My legs were shaking as I felt my jeans come open and drop down past my knees. Now only my fruit of the looms were left, and I felt humiliated when I realized from the cool sensation that the front of my underwear was no doubt stained from the sticky wetness that my excitement had produced. If Tom noticed he didn't mention it and merely grabbed them by the elastic and slowly pulled them down.

I looked down, waiting for the laughter or worse, as my dick sprang up from under the elastic in all its glory. I got no laughter or anything like it. What I got was Tom leaning forward and taking me into his mouth. His lips slid down the shaft right to my balls, and I looked down and saw his face nestled in the tuft of hair above my dick. He slowly drew back up the shaft before plunging down again.

My knees were giving out as I fell back against the wall for support. Only the weight of Tom leaning into me was holding me up. Tom's hands cupped my buttocks and he squeezed and kneaded the cheeks of my ass while sucking my dick with such fervor that it felt like he was trying to swallow it.

I felt my impending orgasm begin to overwhelm me, giving me little time for telling Tom what was to follow shortly. Tom was clearly not interested in any warning anyway, but instead continued sucking with an intensity I could not believe. 

The second orgasm of my life caused by another person was nothing like the first disaster. Tom kept coaxing and urging me which made me explode in a way I never dreamed possible. I felt my dick spasming and shooting my seed like a machine gun into Tom's eager mouth until there was nothing left to give. After I finally stopped convulsing, Tom continued to let my dick roll around in the wet warmth of his mouth as it slowly deflated. 

I managed to get my legs back under me as Tom arose from beneath me, and he considerately held me while I regained some of my composure. I realized I looked stupid standing there with my pants and underwear down around my ankles. Tom must have sensed what I was thinking at the same time, because he knelt back down and helped me get them off. He then tugged my socks off and now I was very naked. 

Tom was still fully dressed but I knew I was supposed to change that, and Tom led me around the corner and into the bedroom. He turned on a light which cast a little light from next to his bed, a little more light than I would have preferred, but since Tom had seen my nakedness in the full light of the kitchen I realized that I had few secrets left.

***

Tom stood next to his bed and took his watch off and waited for me. The few steps that it took for me to join him look so long, I felt like I was walking underwater. 

I finally was facing him and my hands went up to unbutton his shirt. The only problem was that my hands were shaking so badly I couldn't even get the first button undone. After what seemed like hours, Tom's hands came up and covered mine, trying to calm my nerves. He was softly smiling at me, not laughing, as he looked down at my clumsy efforts.

"Relax Miles" he said while holding my hands tightly. "This is supposed to be fun, remember? Just take your time and relax. You know what you like now and I probably like the same things."

His comforting tone helped me to calm down a little bit and I managed to unbutton his shirt and pull it off his broad shoulders. Tom's chest was covered with a thick mat of burnt orange hair which felt quite soft to the touch. I ran my hands through the dense growth that extended all the way down to his stomach.

His body was fleshy, but not fat I noted. I found his nipples, thick and puffy, and began doing what Tom had done to me. I pinched and squeezed one while I sucked on the other, and when Tom let out a soft sigh I assumed that I was doing it right. The fact that I felt them stiffen under my urging gave me confidence that I wasn't screwing up too bad.

Tom held the back of my head with his hand, drawing me close and tight to him. As he did that and his arm raised slightly, I took the opportunity to slide over and begin kissing his armpit, remembering how incredible I thought that had felt. 

Tom accomodated me by putting his hand behind his head, and I licked and kissed the expansive and thick tuft of hair that was now fully exposed, and I soon discovered that this was an amazingly erotic thing to do, even though it was not something that had ever crossed my mind before.

Tom began squirming under my affections and I felt him straining toward me, trying to rub himself against me. I warily looked down and saw the unmistakable bulge in his slacks that I had created and I was both terrified and excited at the prospect of seeing more.

"Am... um... am I doing okay?" I asked in a timid whisper.

"What do you think?" Tom asked, taking my hand and bringing it down to his crotch. "See what you did? You're responsible for that Miles" he said smiling.

My hand was directed to the prominent bulge and I gasped audibly as my hand felt along the outline of what felt like a most prodigious weapon. I moved my hand along the length of it, trying to imagine the size of this thing, as the fear crept back in me.

"God... " was my eloquent comment. In reply Tom asked what I had said.

"You're... it's so big" I uttered like a fool, while still rubbing it through the slacks.

"No, it's not, not really" Tom said. "It's just very, very excited about what you've done so far and what you'll hopefully be doing next."

I nodded and began to kneal before him, helped by Tom's gentle pressure on my shoulder. I got to my knees and started to undo his belt, with my eyes firmly fixed to the left, where the bulge in his pants at this level looked comically obscene.

The pants came loose, and I helped Tom slide them down and off his legs, which were as hairy as the rest of him. Now only his socks remained. Socks... and the other. Tom was wearing boxer shorts and I tried to not look at that bulge, and failed miserably. It was like trying not to notice the elephant in the corner of the room.

My hands went up to the top of the boxer shorts and I realized that there was no snap, and I would have to tug them down as is, and somehow get them down past... it. I was eye level with his manhood, and I smelled the manly, musky odor of him as I began to tug the boxers off. Down past the burnt orange bush and lower still, exposing the pink cock shaft, the veins bulging and the taut skin straining.

I worked the elastic down and Tom's cock sprang wildly out into view, almost hitting me in the face as it did. Not as big as I had feared, but still bigger than I had hoped, his cock slowly swayed in front of me. He was circumsized, which I was grateful for, not needing to compound my confusion my dealing with things I was not accustomed to.

"Do you like it?" Tom asked, and all I could do was nod as I watched his cock lazily bob in front of me. It curved a bit to his right and arched toward his stomach, giving me a view of the taut stretched skin and intricate network of veins on the underside of his cock

I had really hoped that my first experience of this kind would have been with someone built a little along the lines of myself, but my informal estimate put his equipment at about twice the size of my own. I put my hand at the base of the shaft and felt the incredible heat that it gave off. My fingers were just able to meet around the base, although it seemed that the head of Tom's cock was the widest part of it, the thick puffy ridge around the bottom giving it an even more intimidating look. 

I slid my hand up and down the shaft, while with my other hand grabbed his dangling nut sack, rolling the huge balls in my palm while clearly in awe of their impressive size and weight.

I knew Tom was not going to be content with what I was doing for much longer. Frankly, neither was I, so I leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock, tasting the sour and salty discharge that was oozing from the opening. Not exactly the tastiest substance I'd ever experienced but bearable, and when I saw that what I had removed was replaced by more I went back and licked that off too.

Tom moaned and ran his hands through my hair, urging me to take the next step. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took the head of his cock in my mouth. Although Tom's cock was hard, unlike my own it still maintained a bit of a rubbery nature when erect. Thich allowed me to take in most of the head, and I let my lips slide up and down from the ridge to the tip before I dared go further.

Trying to keep my teeth out of the way was the toughest part, and when I managed to master that I began to try and go further. At this point I now had both my hands on the shaft of his cock and was gripping it like a bat, which left only the head and a tiny bit of shaft exposed. I began to go up and down in that manner, my clenched hands milking the rod while my mouth went up and down the rest.

I must have come up with something good with my lips rubbing back and forth over that prominent ridge, because Tom was clenching my head tighter to him. I really wished that I could take in more of him but I felt myself start to gag when I did try.

Tom pulled away suddenly, and motioned me onto the bed. I wasn't sure if I had done anything wrong or not so I just followed orders. Tom reached into his night stand and came out with a jar of something which he opened and started applying liberally to his cock, all the time staring at me while he stroked his swollen member.

I realized that I had an erection once again, and Tom saw it as well, for he climbed on the bed next to me and went down on me once more. I felt his mouth take in my balls, and the sensation I felt when he sucked on them almost lifted me off the bed.

I reached around between his legs and my hand found his lubricated cock which was still erect. The lubrication made it easier to handle him and so while Tom sucked my balls I milked his cock, my hand sliding slowly up and down the entire length of him.

A weird feeling washed over me when I realized that Tom now had my dick and balls in his mouth at the same time, and had cupped his hand under my buttocks. I was startled when I felt Tom rubbing an oiled finger around my anus. When he plunged it into my ass without warning I let out a yelp of surprise and pain as Tom began working his digit around inside of me.

What happened next was a blur to me. Tom let my nuts out of his mouth and began sucking my dick in earnest. I felt more activity around my ass and soon felt Tom try and cram another finger inside my ass, which had been strictly an exit until a minute ago. While this stretching was painful, it must not have been overly so, as I soon found myself blowing another load down Tom's throat.

After my orgasm subsided I felt myself being rolled over by Tom, who slid a pillow underneath me. I suddenly realized what was about to go on next. It was not really something I wanted to happen, although I was certainly aware of the practice. Frankly, I was too scared to say anything and soon couldn't even if I wanted to as my face was ground into the mattress.

Tom had removed his fingers and I now felt what I knew had to be the tip of the bulbous head of his cock poking through the opening. I know I tried to scream as I felt the head slide through the tiny opening but it came out as only a muffled and weak cry.

If I had looked behind me at that time, I would not have been surprised to see that Tom had clenched his fist and rammed his arm into my ass up to the elbow. That's what it felt like when the head of that cock popped inside of me, and Tom began pumping away, with more of that weapon being drilled into me with each stroke.

It was extremely painful at first, and I hoped that it would be over soon. I whimpered each time Tom thrust into me, and the only other sounds were Tom's grunts of pleasure and the sound of our sweaty bodies slapping together. Tom's hands were on my hips, then sliding up my back and raking his nails gently back down before reaching around and pulling on my dick, for the first time all night finding it flaccid.

Tom slowly pulled himself out of me, and the feeling when his cock slid out was rather nice in a way. I was a little sorry that it was over, since the pain had subsided a bit. As it turned out it wasn't over, as Tom was merely applying more lubricant, first to himself, and then back into me.

Tom penetrated me once again, and it again was painful, although considerably less so than the first time. Tom immediately began thrusting into me with renewed spirit, and then suddenly I felt him tense up as he let out a strangled moan. This was followed by a series of warm blasts inside of me that felt surprisingly soothing and enjoyable. Tom's cock eventually stopped spasming, and he leaned forward and kissed my neck and shoulders.

"You okay?" Tom asked in a concerned way. 

I nodded in silence and felt his now flaccid cock slide out of me as he rolled off and lay beside me while holding me in his arms. I lay there motionless while trying to absorb all that had happened to me in just a few hours, as the burning in my ass became more noticeable without the other distractions.

In a while, I felt Tom start to move a little bit behind me, and he rubbed his hand down my side. Reaching around, his hand found my dick which was once again as hard as a rock. I heard Tom chuckle at his discovery, and I let him roll me over on my back.

"Gee Miles, you're really something" Tom said in what seemed to be genuine amazement. "You can't get enough can you?"

"Guess I've been storing up a lot over the years" I said while looking down at Tom's hand which encased my dick, leaving only the very tip invisible. I felt my embarassment rise again, and felt I had to say something.

"Sorry about my lack of... penis" I said searching for the right words.

"Hey, don't say things like that Miles" Tom said in almost a scolding manner. "You have a beautiful cock and I thought that it had to be obvious to you how much you excite me. The things you think are important really aren't, at least not to me. You're a very attractive guy."

Tom kept slowly stroking my prick, letting his thumb periodically glide over the tip, causing me to shudder. I felt a little choked up as well, because I wasn't used to anyone saying such nice things to me.

"Do you want to put your cock inside of me now Miles?" Tom asked in a voice that obviously left no doubt that it was more than alright with him.

I thought for a minute and then shook my head no.

"No, I don't think so, not tonight at least. I think I've had enough new experiences for one night" I said with mixed feelings. It really wasn't something that I was ready for, not then at least.

"Well," Tom said while climbing around toward the foot of the bed, "there is something that I know you don't ever seem to get enough of. Feel free to stop me if I'm wrong though."

And as Tom's head bent over me and took my manhood into his mouth once again, I had to admit he was as far from wrong as he could be.

***

We took a shower together afterwards and yes I was ready again, and yes, Tom was most willing to take care of that once more. After I was drained once again, I knelt before Tom and took him into my mouth, in a deeper and more accomplished manner than before, as the warm spray of the shower rained down on us. When Tom warned me that he was coming I didn't back off, and while I gagged a bit initially, I stuck with it and did my best to make it good for him. That seemed like another thing that I probably could master in time, with practice.

I dressed and Tom walked me out to my car, after I declined his offer for me to stay the night. School was waiting tomorrow morning and I had an early class. He gave me a big hug and his phone number, kissing me softly on the cheek after I got into my car.

"Hey, if you ever want to get together again, give me a call alright?" Tom said.

I nodded and told him that I would, and just before I left he gave me some advice.

"I hope that this was a good experience for you Miles" Tom said through the open window. "I had the most fantastic time possible, but do me a favor. Be careful where you go and who you end up with if you give this another try. You're kind of vulnerable kind of guy and there's a lot of guys that will take advantage... "

Tom left the sentence hanging in the air, but I understood what he meant and thanked him for that. He was right of course, and I probably was lucky that I found him. And although I'm still as confused today as ever, I do feel a lot better about myself now than I did yesterday. 

As for Tom's phone number, I tucked it safely away, because I have a sneaking suspicion that one day I'll be giving him a call.

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thank you for reading

Admittedly this might have been a bit of a reach for me, so while I always welcome comments, advice and constructive criticism on all my submissions, I would especially appreciate feedback on this one.