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I Told You

By: tori_tgirl



The following is a story of transgender semi-fiction. The characters and some situations are based on real life events, but with a good deal of fantasy thrown in.

All I ask is that if it’s posted anywhere else, please give me due credit.. 

or I’ll sick Skye on you, and believe me, you don’t want that.

Kisses,

Tori Pines

***********

“No, please…” I barely audibly whispered.

“Shut up you little cum whore!” 

“So... ohh god, no... Fuuuuuuuck,” the words leaked through my painted lips.

“You want that hole filled too, you little cocksucking bitch?”

“No, please! God, just stop please…”

“You’re so ready… I told you you’d be my bitch,” she taunted.

Of course, there wasn’t much I could do to argue with her. Regardless of the obvious physical advantage I would normally have over her, there was the small problem of being helplessly slung over the side of the couch with my hands bound tightly behind my back, while her 8” strap-on cock sawed endlessly into my formerly tight hole. Oh, and the way I was dressed wasn’t exactly conducive to running away either. It’s hard to run away from your girlfriend when you’re dressed like a Hollywood hooker.

It’s not that I wanted to be dressed in the tight leather mini skirt, peasant top, wig and 6” platform heels while getting my ass fucked to high heaven; it was quite the contrary. It was her sick mind, however that had worn me down to a shell of my former self (in more ways than one), and had transformed this seemingly gentle loving woman into a wanton sexual being bent on using me for every perverted sexual pleasure she could conjure up.

***********

I never should have let Skye, my girlfriend, see the pictures. I admit, it’s hard to say no to her with my cock in her mouth, but something told me that letting her see pictures of me dressed like a schoolgirl from last Halloween would be a bad idea. It was done on a dare, just as a big hairy guy in a plaid skirt and high heels, but when I broke down and showed her you could almost hear something in her head click. The next thing I knew, she was talking me into shaving my legs and letting her “practice her make up” on me by promising me the hottest, nastiest sex ever. I made her swear not to tell any of our friends, and she would always say yes accompanied by the sexiest giggle. How do you refuse that? 

Little by little it got pretty apparent that these things turned her on like crazy. She admitted finally that something about making me do femme things made her as horny as she’d ever been. By that point I wasn’t one to argue since it always led to some of the hottest sex sessions we’d had. Seems little Skye had bit of a bi side to her, and I was her outlet. I knew her being 22 that she’d never had any real sexual relationships besides ours, so I figured it was normal that after 2 years together she’d want to experiment a little. She’d put me in some of her things, we’d both get turned on and the petting and dirty talk would quickly lead to sex. 

No, wait… it didn’t turn me on, I swear. It was her kink. I was straight, honest. Well…. YOU put on a silky pink thong, thigh high stockings and 5” pumps and then tell me you don’t get turned on a little. But it doesn’t make me queer. Even when she teased me about being her bitch, she was just joking, I think.

Then one day we crossed a line there’s no going back to.

There I was on the bed on all fours, wearing a white satin teddy, matching garters and stockings, and white stilettos while Skye & I floated through a HOT 69. My flowing red wig lightly tickled her thighs while the length of my cock plunged down her throat. I mean… the damn wig she made me wear kept getting in the way. Yeah. Anyway, I suddenly noticed her shift around as she swiftly darted her tongue from my dripping balls to the area around my ass.

“Whoa, wait…. What are you doing?” I asked

“I’m getting you ready, silly…. I’m going to try something.” Hmmmmm.

“You’re not gonna…”

“Just relax Tommy, I’ll let you cum all over my face again,” she cooed, knowing just where my soft spot was. “I hear a lot of guys get off on this.” Too bad I couldn’t see the evil smile on her lips as she reached under the pillow for her vibe.

The next feeling I had was the soft buzzing of her little friend against the tender (and now smooth-shaven) flesh of my balls while she continued to work her wet fingers around the opening to my ass. To say I was in heaven would be an understatement… until I felt the tip of the vibe enters me.

“Honey, no!” I snapped.

“Wait, wait. This is gonna feel so good,” she replied, as she slithered from under me to kneel just behind me.

“I don’t want that, please.”

“You will, trust me.” I heard with a demanding tone I hadn’t heard from her before, and with that, the first two inches slid into my dripping, prepared hole. The feeling was more a shock than anything else but there was no doubt I wasn’t willing to play along. Then two more inches sank into me.

“No, no please… stop baby… stop… YES! Ohhhhhh god YES! Deeper! Fuck me deeper!!

“You like that baby!?!” She asked, suddenly thrusting the vibe a bit harder

“Yes! More! Give me more!” I screamed, hotter and harder than I’d ever been before.

“It’s all the way in!”

“Then fuck me harder, you bitch!”

“Bitch? You’re my bitch honey,” Skye whispered hypnotically. 

There was no way I was, of course, though from the look of me you’d never think otherwise, a “girl” in slutty lingerie and fuck-me heels, thrusting her hips back to meet the cruel invader that was at the moment taking her cherry while she moaned and screamed like an over-dramatic whore. The look of Skye alone was nearly enough to make me orgasm, as a sly little smile of triumph appeared on her face the harder she fucked me. My hair by that time was soaked and matted to my skin while my hooker-wear was stuck to my spasming, contorting body. One slight touch by my girlfriend’s fingertips on my heaving balls and the hot, sticky cum rushed like a geyser out of my beet-red cock, splashing onto the bed, her hand, and my stockings. As I collapsed onto my side I was half-consciously aware of how erotic it felt to slide my legs across each other drenched with my own cum. I nearly blacked out when Skye ran her semen soaked fingers across my lips.

“Lick baby, lick. That’s it Tori, Good girl.”

Tori?

***********

For the next three weeks the actions of that day became more and more the norm. At one point I actually started getting worried because we hadn’t had “normal” sex in over a week. Skye was always a hot little fuck, with sexy legs I loved to put over my shoulders and a pussy so wet it felt like velvet when we fucked. I wasn’t about to give that up. Besides, what kind of guy lets his girlfriend fuck him over and over without wanting to reciprocate? Yet there she was every night when I’d get home from work waiting with her new best friend, her strap on harness. She’d even taken to teasing me, fucking me good and hard till I was ready to cum, and then suddenly pulling out and making beg to be fucked like a “good little bitch”.

“When’s my turn? I never get to fuck you anymore. Don’t you miss it?” I inquired.

“Of course honey. But you enjoy it so much more now, and I always get off too. I say we stick with what works. Don’t you like being my bitch, Tori?” It was like she was taunting me.

“I don’t know about your ‘bitch’, but being your girlfriend now and then is kinda fun,” I added, trying desperately to defend the remaining vestiges of my manhood. “That doesn’t take away from the fact that besides you calling me Tori, I’m still your boyfriend and every now and then I like to fuck the hell out of you.”

“Now now honey, believe me, I’m getting all I need. Plus, remember how I used to bug you for sex all the time? When was the last time I had to? It seems to me like you like this a little more than you’re letting on. In fact, lately when I get the panties out for you, you immediately get hard and start pawing at me... I think that would make you my bitch!”

She was trying to provoke me now. “I love seeing you happy, that’s all.”

“Happy is just what I am. And you’ll only be making me happier. Okay?”

“Okay.” 

“Good… Now get in the shower and get rid of that stubble. Then put on the frilly white panties and the new platforms I bought you.”

What had I just agreed to?

As the days passed though, our activities branched out. Skye took great pleasure in dressing me as slutty as possible and then getting me randy as all hell and tormenting me. Sometimes she’d have me pose for pictures or suck on her strap on till it was wet enough to slide into me. Other times the dirty talk would start up where I’d be made to degrade myself further, as she wouldn’t be satisfied until I came up with the naughtiest phrases imaginable. Sometimes I wondered what the neighbors though of the strange voice shouting out things like “let me suck that fat cock” and “fuck me like the cock-hungry slut I am”, soon giving way to previously unheard of utterances like “I’m just a cumwhore! A naughty little cumwhore!” or “rape my ass and shoot your hot load on my slutty face!” The ways I debased myself for her enjoyment knew no bounds. And it always seemed to end the same, with my exhausted body lying prone as Skye carefully made me lick my own thick seed from her dainty fingers. Made me? And was it just her enjoyment?

Like prophesy, I soon found out.

***********

I stood in the living room for ‘presentation’, dressed as instructed: sheer black peasant top with bell sleeves, 14” leather miniskirt, matching pink satin bra and panties, auburn shoulder-length wig and 6” platform stripper heels. The little temptress she was, Skye already had a very hot video on the big screen, of a somewhat reluctant t-girl surrounded by large men with even larger cocks. My feeling was that of a fly being drawn into a spider’s web.

“My darling little Tori, today we play a new game. Since you were good enough to take the day off from work we’re going to keep you dressed all day, and I’m going to fuck you harder than ever because the neighbors aren’t home to hear us. Today you’re getting fucked till you cry, little girl.” As the words left her mouth she circled me like a hawk to its prey, eyeing my every minute feature. Getting to my ass, Skye lightly rubbed against the taut leather, and without a hesitation clamped a set of steel handcuffs around my wrists. “To make sure you don’t go anywhere,” She added sweetly. The words fell off of her skilled tongue so matter-of-factly that you could tell there was no room for discussion. 

I stood handcuffed while her inspection continued. Agile fingers traced my manhood through the silky pink panties beneath my skirt, working me into a frenzy. Hot breath on my neck, followed by Skye’s snaking tongue as it darted in, out and around my ear made sure she had my undivided attention. Skilled hands roamed across me, bringing every nerve in my body to full attention. If I were a real girl I’d have been dripping in anticipation. True to form, I was soon begging for my “daily dose” of her hard cock.


“I know you’re ready, Tori. A hot little fucktoy like you needs cock at every opportunity, doesn’t she? And I’m here to make sure you get it. Now tell me you want it, baby.”

“Yes Mistress, give me what I need,” I robotically complied, my will completely dissolved. 

“What is it you need, sissy girl? Is it cock? Is it a nice… long… hard… cock, pounding that tight little ass of yours? Like the girl in the video? All those cocks… I bet you’d love to be there, helping her…” 

My inner voice tried desperately to fight the urge to go along, but her voice was hypnotic, as if every suggestion immediately became my will. The feel of that huge cock against me, her hot breath on my neck, the taut leather of the skirt, teetering on impossibly high heels… No, this couldn’t be me, could it? Getting fucked like a girl by your own girlfriend was one thing, but the playtoy on the TV screen was far beyond any depth I’d go to. Such a wanton slut, a whore for cocks dripping hot cum. Cum… it tastes so good… so… FUCK! No it can’t be, it won’t be… this will be the last time, I swear…

Noticing my sudden apprehension, Skye impatiently took matters into he own hands, throwing me over the arm of the very couch that she had many time threatened to throw me over to ‘fuck me like a naughty bitch.’ Surprised by such an aggressive move, I was helpless as she immediately pounced on the opportunity to top her prize. Grinding her hips into me while maneuvering her giant lifelike cock against the length of my ass, she animalisticly licked my ear as she continued in her attempt to drive me beyond my fragile will.

“Look at the screen, little one. See how she loves it? How she moans for more?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Where did that come from?

“Mistress? I’m not your Mistress you little bitch. Just because you’re a wanton little hussy willing to take the first good fucking that came along doesn’t mean you’re my slave…. Not yet anyway.” My god, I really had no choice anymore, did I? And it all felt so good…

Quickly the skin-tight skirt was hiked up over my hips as my pre-lubed hole ached for fulfillment. My Mistress wasted no time in unsheathing her cock, a brand new bigger than life strap-on cock no smaller than 8” long and easily as big around! Paying no attention to the horror, which now filled my painted eyes, the glistening tool slithered through my crack and unceremoniously slid halfway into my ass. The scream of shock I’m sure could be heard for miles as I chanced a glance back to see the now familiar smirk of superiority across Skye’s face as she fucked her girlfriend into oblivion.

“Such a HOT… LITTLE… FUCK,” she emphasized with each pounding stroke, as the watering of my eyes slowly turned to tears.

“No, please…” I barely audibly whispered.

“Shut up you little cum whore!” 

“So... ohh god, no... Fuuuuuuuck,” the words leaked through my painted lips.

“You want that hole filled too, you little cocksucking bitch?”

“No, please! God, just stop please…”

“You’re so ready… I told you you’d be my bitch,” she taunted.

Ready?

The feeling of being used so thoroughly, the undeniably suggestive way I was dressed, the t-girl on the video screen now taking cock at both ends and begging for more, it all served to break down the few remaining walls of my psyche. In an instant there was no denying, I loved being her bitch. I deserved cock in my ass all day and night long. I was her fuck doll.

“Yes, yes baby… I’m ready, so ready to be your naughty little toy.”

“You want it all, bitch? You envy the little slut in the video? Tell me how much you love the taste of cum. TELL ME.”

“Yes Skye, yes! Feed me my cum. I want it so bad. God yessssss...”

“I’m tired of fucking you, suck my cock my sissy little crossdresser,” she chided, stripping the condom off her dripping phallus and circling me to shove it in my waiting mouth. “Show me just how you love having your mouth fucked, like your little friend on TV.”

Everything I knew about getting a dynamite blowjob went into the tongue bath I gave her dildo. I surprised myself by nearly fitting it entirely in my throat. For that moment, I was every man’s fantasy, working a dick in my mouth like a pornstar on Ecstacy. It seemed like an out of body experience, as the image of the t-girl on the TV screen merged with my own consciousness into a blur of wet, slobbering fellatio.

“Damn she’s better than you promised,” a man’s voice uttered, shattering my trance.

But before I could react, Skye’s hands clamped down on the back of my head, forcing the remaining two inches of hard rubber cock into my throat. Tears poured from my eyes as I gasped for my last breath. Large, strong hands took station at my hips as my empty hole again was invaded, this time by hard FLESH. My eyes flashed up toward Skye and her ever-present smirk of mastery. She thoughtfully traced a fingernail under a tear from my cheek as my eyes pleaded to her, “Why?” as the unknown man behind me let out grunts and groans of pleasure while he let me know for the second time this afternoon what a “hot little fuck” I was.

“Dear, dear Tori. You remember Dave don’t you? From my office Christmas party? I told you before not to worry about my sex drive, that I was ‘getting plenty’, didn’t I? After a few weeks of seeing how much you loved being a little sissy getting your pantied bottom filled with cock every night, I knew I couldn’t take that away from you. And Dave was more than happy to fill in,” she giggle knowingly at her pun. “I’m sure you’ll agree that he has quite a piece of equipment there, and don’t lie and say you want us to stop. Now, take your mouth off the toy and tell me what you want.”

“I… I… but…” was all I could manage between Dave’s hard, quickening thrusts.

“Say it, bitch!” But shocked silence was all she received. Then she changed up her strategy.

“Dave, stop fucking the bitch, but stay in her,” she said evenly. Dave complied just as he drove balls deep into me with a hard manly grunt, as I mustered the courage for a reply.

“Now, Tori… tell me what you want… NOW.”

“Please, I don’t want this. I just want to be Tommy. I’m not a bitch, I’m your boyfriend!” 

“Quit stalling you little tart. I know how horny you are right now. Besides, even if you really didn’t want to, you have no choice anyway,” she explained, clicking her long nails against the remote in her hand and gesturing it toward a bookshelf In the corner. “Caught on video”, she emphasized much to my horror. I could die right there and let her explain it to the coroner.

“Oh, don’t fuss Tori honey. Do you know how much websites pay for video like this? We’ll never have to work again. Well, I won’t at least. And stop your fidgeting or we’ll have to start all over.”

“God Skye, no, please stop!”

“Too late for that now, Tori honey.”

“I just want to stop, please! Dave! Skye! I don’t want this, “ my cries rang out to deaf ears.

Skye took the opportunity to reach beneath me and find my own rock hard cock straining against my femmy pink satin panties. “This tells a different story, doesn’t it? My sissy transvestite slut of a boyfriend likes getting fucked, doesn’t she? She loves gagging on big hard cocks, hmm?” Each accusation brought an agonizing throb from my satin-encased cock. “C’mon honey, Dave’s all ready to finish off, and believe me, his cum is the tastiest!” I was nearly at my ends as she rhythmically stroked my cock through the soft pink panties. Just as I attempted to gather the last shreds of my courage, her slender fingers left my cock, only to trace my wet lips with my own sticky precum. That was all it took.

“Ohh god, Skye, please give me that cock!”

“Uhh uhh, naughty girl….I knew you’d see it my way. Ask Dave.”

“Dave, please… I need your cock NOW!” I yelled, completely debasing myself. Glancing back at the television I took a cue from my on-screen partner. “Fuck me hard and cum all over my slutty face! God, I want that hot cum!!!”

I didn’t have to ask twice as he wildly began long, fast strokes into my ass. Skye watched in triumph as she took position alongside of us and once again took hold of my cock through my panties while brazenly french kissing Dave. 

“Fuck me like your slut, honey! I deserve it, don’t I? I’ve been such a naughty little whore… a naughty little cum whore... mmmmm God I can’t wait to taste you!” Fuck me like the cocksucking whore I am and shoot that hot cum on my naughty little face.” God, the slut in me was coming out like crazy. Skye was right, I NEEDED this.

Just when I thought my body would spontaneously combust, Dave pulled his swollen member from my backside and took position on the couch at my face while Skye stumbled for the video camera for my close up. To my surprise, she sat the camera on the nearby coffee table and quickly unlocked the handcuffs from behind my back. As sore as my arms were, they couldn’t reach out for Dave’s cock fast enough while I crawled from the couch arm to a kneeling position in front of him.


I Told You I Like Baggy Shorts



Without a doubt, you were the sexiest woman I had ever had the privilege of fucking. You had a real woman's body, strong with just a nice layer of softness that accentuated your glorious curves.

And how exquisitely your curves fit in my hand! Whenever I got within reach of you, I had to have your softness in my hand. I didn't always indulge myself, out of respect for you, but whenever I could, I had to have physical contact with you. It was like a drug for me, and almost an addiction. Almost...

You see, the real addiction for me was your sweet juice. Even as I write this, my tongue is doing a slow dance across the back of my teeth just thinking, again, about tasting you. About fondling you, caressing you, and getting your engines revved...

I know you remember the night in the back of my pick up truck... We were parked in front of the MH, not 12 feet from the front door, but neither one of us could wait. We were outside as the evening settled, darkness enshrouding us and giving us a sense, albeit imaginary, of privacy. No one was about, but the excitement of imminent danger inherent with discovery served only to encourage us.

You sat on the end of the truck bed, your legs dangling over. You leaned back and that shirt-shoulder fell off you shoulder, exposing warm, brown flesh to me. Revealed also was my inner animal (you never did tell me what animal you thought it was). My mouth immediately watered and my belly tightened. The low intensity vibration between my legs had begun.

Oh, we tried to hold off... but only for the sole purpose of increasing the tension, the desire, and the lust between us.

I was immediately aware, when you failed to retrieve the errant shoulder/sleeve, that you wanted this! My knees weakened and I had to make a subtle move to better brace myself. My feet shifted slightly further apart as I stepped forward to lean against the tail bed, right between your legs. Deftly spreading them as I moved in, your glance was quite obviously excited, but it was excitement tainted with fear of discovery. Or was it guilt?

I've never been vindictive in my life... well, never with YOU, anyway... but the urge has finally struck me, 2 years later. 

In this place, no one knows you. No one knows who you are, so if I write about you, it won't matter. There is no need, any longer, for me to be concerned about how you feel about this. Just like your actions that ended this relationship proved the same, that you had no qualms about taking my heart, shredding it and handing it back to me. 

I am about to profane the sacred. I am about to reveal to the world what it's like to fuck you. 

All for the crime of making me fall in love with you.

Fuck you. 

Oh wait! I did!

And it was fucking great, wasn't it? When I pulled you in to me, you came willingly. We spoke about non-important things, briefly, all the while smiling like schoolgirls, and me, looking up every once in awhile to scan the empty street, one way and the other.

Sliding my hands slowly to that spot on the sides of your ribcage, but right under your luscious breasts, all I had to do was turn my wrist upwards, and they were in my hands; as I mentioned earlier, your soft flesh fit so exquisitely in my hands.

While conversing about the non-important, we inched and switched and squirmed until we were quite close. In fact, the only thing that would have fit between us, at that point, would have been my strap-on... but that came later.

I drew your body up against mine and our lips met in perfect harmony to each other. A somewhat gentle, exploratory kiss, I swear, I thoroughly gushed in my briefs when you opened your mouth under mine. My tongue found yours quickly. Curling even tighter into your body, my awareness of anything but your lips and tongue and mouth, was non-existent. There was only you, your warmth, your heat, your lust, your desire... your need!

It was a need that fed my desire to satisfy. My hands began to slide up and down your body, eventually finding their way under your t-shirt. I didn't even realize it was the T with the built in sportsbra. That was a nice surprise. Still, before I went under it, I drew my fingers and palm over your fullness, outside the soft cotton of the bra. I could already tell your nipples were starting to bud. I grinned in spite of myself, even while kissing you, and slid my thumbs under them. The other fingers slowly joined from above, eventually encircling the almost hard nub. Gently I applied very slight pressure as the circle closed. Enough pressure for you to feel it, almost; enough to make you moan into my mouth.

I broke away from your mouth and quickly scanned the street as my fingers moved to the elastic band under your breasts. I was feeling a sense of urgency, all due to the hormones coursing thru my blood at that moment. I wanted to taste your flesh, now!

My thumbs went under and I pulled the bra up over one breast, with the t-shirt itself still covering you. Anyone arriving suddenly would only have been able to see me, with my hand up your shirt. Hmmm... well, I was willing to take crap for you back then. The people in my neighborhood already knew that I am a raging dyke who lives to fuck women! 

Oh yeah! Making a woman squirm and undulate beneath me because I taking her to her orgasm is one of the sweetest pleasures in my life.

Your nipple was uncovered and in my mouth within micro-seconds while my hands massaged both mounds. The fingers of my left hand deftly found their way under the bra, locating the nipple straight off. I know how you like sudden rushes like that. And I love giving them. Your sharp intake of night air was such music to soothe the beast that I settled in to nurse, alternating back and forth, drawing hard nubs in between my lips, then my teeth. You heaved your chest ever upward, pushing against me, your breathing getting deep. We were one.

I wanted to pull them both out into the night air. I wanted to pull them out by your turgid nipples. The inner animal wanted to, so badly, it was an electrified struggle to slow myself down. You would have liked it too much, moving you to your "destination" a little quicker than I wanted. So I didn't. I let go and pulled back slightly.

"I want to see them in the moonlight", I said quietly as I gently raised the t-shirt and the bra upwards to your chest. I felt you visibly relax, slow down. Good girl.

You did glance around nervously a little bit, but when I checked your eyes, I could see there was no way you were going to let me quit now! You wanted this as bad as I did.

It almost surprised me. We were good together, in that way, if in no other way.

The moonlight deepened the rose warmth in your brown skin. I skimmed the surface of your breasts, of course, but my attention was riveted on your growing nipples. Right before my eyes! You'll never believe me, but time slowed for this event, much like accidents do. I saw them get really turgid and increase in size. And once again, my mouth watered as my tongue hardened.

And wouldn't you know it! A car flashed it's headlights on us as it rounded the corner. Quickly, I covered you, and pulled slightly away, tho I did not retreat at all from between your legs. In fact, I kept one fist on the bed of the truck, leaning on it, next to your leg, a very animalistic, "protective" kind of stance. Whoever it was did NOT need to be staring at you, being disrespectful. Stare at me all you want, I'm used to it. But you were precious to me, and you were mine.

We laughed nervously and waited til the car was gone. In an itinerant RV travel park in the Midwest, anyone coming thru like that, at 2 in the morning, was not going to care about what we were doing...

This time, when I moved back into your body, I did not return to your breasts. My mouth went straight for your neck and I bit down just deep enough to shock you. You arched back in a gasp that pressed your chest against me and your nails dug into my shoulder in your sudden grasp. I grunted in exquisite pain and rolled further over your body, my right arm moving swiftly around your hips. Immediately I pulled you against me as my left hand went in search.

Thank Goddess for this fashion of wearing baggy shorts. My left hand found your right thigh, and I wasted no time sliding up under the denim and the boxers. You acted like you were going to reject my advance, but I knew you better than that. After I forced your thigh open further with my right knee, my open palm spread against your fur.

I just held you firm and warm like that for a moment while my attention focused on your throat. I moved to the other side for a few moments before moving up to your lips, even as my fingers curled and I began to stroke the fur, up and down, up and down, gently. It wasn't long before just that gentle stroking brought forth the juice. A tiny trickle at first, our eyes snapped and focused on each other's when we both realized at the same time what that slippery feeling was. Another moment for me to also remember that I was slick by now too. Very slick.

With our eyes still locked, I started insinuating fingers between the lips. You know, I always wanted to ask you if your lips were always that fat. Because it seemed to me that the only time I ever saw them was when we were having sex, when they were filled with blood.

Your eyes were fixed on mine, but I could tell you were elsewhere. It wasn't long before you closed your eyes. Before the lids were completely closed, I could see them rolling upwards. I immediately stopped and started a very slight withdrawal action, enough that you felt the threat of loss and snapped your eyes open, fixating on mine again.

"Not yet". I whispered. To which you winced slightly.

I kissed your lips and started stroking again. The more my fingers got wet and slick, the further and harder I began to stroke, going all the way up the bottomside of your clit. But not over it. Not yet.

I listened to the quality and rate of your breathing. Every inch of me read every inch of you. I leaned in over you and whispered a question into your ear, "Do you want me to stroke it?".

"Huhhhhnnnnhnnnhhhh..." was all I heard from you.

I briefly dipped downwards, into the honeypot, and drew moisture back with me as I started a wide, but ever narrowing circle around your clit. When I felt the core harden, I slid up gently over the hood and began to massage it back and forth, slightly. Either your clit got bigger in my fingers or I imagined it, but when you are aroused, you have a delightfully big clit. Big enough to work with, yet small enough to still look like a clit. But it wasn't to its full capacity at that point, was it?

You started to squirm in time with the movements of my hand. I leaned over you, tightening my grip around your waist and rocked with you as I brought you so near... SO near...

But not yet. I like the taste of woman's juice and I like the taste of woman's cum. But there is a subtle difference and once you've come, subsequent juice is still going to have the slightly, but not entirely unfavourable, metallic taste to it. If I was going to taste your juice tonight, I had to do it NOW!

I broke away from you, our eyes locking briefly as your's questioned mine. I reached for your jean buttons. You started to protest, but I grabbed both your wrists and growled, "I have to taste you. Now! This IS going to happen... right here, right now."

Your wrists relaxed and I let go. You put your hands on the floor of the truck bed and held your hips up while I pulled your shorts and boxers off your body and spread them beneath you as quickly as I could. Then I reached for your hips and pulled you close to the edge before kneeling in front of you.

Your scent wafted to me and I inhaled deeply as I went face first between your thighs. This is what makes my eyes roll, so I closed them as they did just that. Time slowed again. I relished in the warmth that hit my cheeks and the scent that drove me to ever increasing levels of lust.

My tongue darted out, insinuating itself like a snake. Past the outer lips and even forcing their way thru the inner, I dove for the juice I'd been smelling all this time. As I was covering my face in nectar, you cried out a little in pleasure and raised your legs. One leg perched lightly over my shoulder. I grabbed it and sank in deeper.

I noticed your fingers gripping the edge of the truck bed. I noticed your fingers gripping the edge of the truck bed. When your free foot came up and rested on the bumper, I knew instinctively what was going to happen, and prepared myself to rise, while never leaving your cunt.

My tongue was swirling up and over your clit when the second foot went to the bumper. I thought briefly about finding out how many fingers you could take in such an open position, but that idea was quashed when your body tensed and your hips began to rise. My instincts were correct, and I rose with you, the connection between my mouth and your cunt never failing.

I sensed you were almost there. Your muffled grunts and groans told me you were ready to yell, dying to scream! Standing not quite upright, I grabbed a buttock of yours in each hand and we rode. Suddenly, one fist shot into the air. You held yourself aloft on ONE arm, and bucked against my face, hard, as you let out (what only I knew was) a relatively quiet, orgasmic yell. 

Relatively, for you, that is. The neighbors did hear it. I heard about it a couple of days later.

I felt the electricity run thru your body, as you bucked and then tensed so hard I thought you would snap, all the while rolling on my face, dancing on my tongue. As you slowed, so did I. I gently released as you started back down, your breathing wretched and ragged. I stood over you, grinning as you collapsed in a gorgeous pile before me.

"I still want to pin you down." I said quietly but firmly.

Your eyes shot a dark look at me. It was too soon to expect anything much from you just then, but I knew your were good for more, just give you a few minutes. You loved being pinned...

I urged you up and out of the truck, grabbing your shorts/boxers, and you by the waist. My arm planted firmly around your waist from behind, and your bottom planted squarely on my belly, I guided you to the door. Once inside you made a beeline for the bedroom. I laughed. Then I heard the sound of the bed being adjusted. When I got there, I saw that you were raising the foot of the bed.

When you pin me, I want to be at the same height as the truck. Then I can pretend your nailing me out there."

"God you are a dirty little vixen! I love that part of you!" I said as I grabbed you and pulled you in front of me, your back to my belly again. 

"Look.", I said, looking over your shoulder at us in the mirror at the headboard. "When I pin you down, we'll be able to look into each other's eyes. I love watching your eyes when I fuck you in the ass."



I Told You I'd Find You



I recently received a feedback comment that told me that all my stories are incredibly monotonous. Needless to say, I deleted it simply because the person wouldn't tell me who they were. Jeez, what a coward. I hope that you all know; I've received more good comments than bad, and while I try to please everyone, I know it's impossible. Therefore, I'm going to write to please myself, and all of you fine people who've given me so much praise up to this point, and may God bless you, each and every one.

~~~~~~

"I've got the feeling that I'm never going to see you again," she cried, "And I just couldn't take that, Michael."

"I'll only be gone for sixteen weeks to boot camp," I replied, "Who knows after that, I might even get stationed somewhere on the west coast, and you are going to U.C.L.A., aren't you?

"It won't be the same," she continued crying, "At least not like this."

"Don't cry, Lyssa," I tried to sooth her, "I'll figure something out, I promise."

~~~~~~

My name is Michael Lee Roberts, I'm six feet, three inches tall, and I weigh two hundred and twenty pounds. I have dark brown eyes and long dark brown hair with gray at my temples. I'm almost sixty years old now and what I'm about to tell you happened a very long time ago during a very turbulent time in our great nation.

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I was born and raised in a little town in southeast Texas that I'm sure none of you have ever heard of, and I was in eighth grade when I met a girl named Alyssa Matthews. Her father got a job at one of the refineries that, at the time, were everywhere in that area of Texas, and so she had transferred in from another school out of state. I met her purely by accident one day at school when I saw this guy that I knew, Billy Reece, who had her cornered and was pawing at her.

The one thing I hate more than anything is a bully. I don't understand why someone would want to take advantage of someone who is smaller and/or weaker that than they are.

So, with that in mind, I stepped between this guy and her and said, "Are you having fun picking on this girl, asshole?"

"This doesn't concern you, dickhead," he growled, "Why don't you get outta here before I beat your ass, Roberts?"

"Is that a fact?" I laughed, poised to fight, "Come on then, asshole?"

He took a swing at me, and as I blocked his punch, I hit him as hard as I could across the bridge of his nose, making blood spurt out all over his face.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER," he screamed, now trying to rush me.

I simply sidestepped him, managing to grab a handful of his greasy hair on the way by, and run his face into the wall three times before he wilted like a flower onto the floor.

~~~~~

Needless to say, I was got suspended from school for three days for fighting. Mom and Dad weren't very happy about it until I told them why I was fighting to start with. And while they agreed with my reasoning, they said I should've called a teacher to intervene. I disagreed, but I kept my opinion to myself. 

Just because I was suspended from school didn't mean that I would be allowed to sleep late at home, oh no. Mom woke me up bright and early the next morning with orders that, after I'd eaten breakfast, I would be painting the new storage building that had been delivered the day before.

~~~~~~

I'd done what Mom had asked of me, and as I was in my bedroom getting changed after my shower, Mom knocked on the door and said, "Michael, honey, there' someone here to see you."

~~~~~~

Imagine my surprise when Alyssa Matthews and a lady I assumed, correctly, was her mother were in the living room of our home.

"Hi," I smiled, "Is there something I can do for you?"

With a slight nudge from her mother, Alyssa stepped forward, and while handing me a stack of papers she held, she smiled and timidly said, "I talked to your teachers and they gave me the work you'll be missing while you're out. And I brought it to you so that you wouldn't have to make it up."

"Thank you," I said, "I guess you already know my name so; what's yours?"

"I'm Alyssa Matthews," she smiled, "And this is my mother, Angela."

"It's nice to meet you," I politely replied, "Both of you."

"Would you ladies care for something to drink?" Mom knowingly smiled, "I just made a fresh pot of coffee, and I've got plenty of soft drinks for you kids."

"Thank you, Ms. Roberts," Alyssa smiled, "That would be nice."

"Oh, honey, call me Pat," Mom laughed, taking Lyssa by the hand, "Come on, you two."

~~~~~~

Mom led us all into the kitchen where everyone took a seat at the table, everyone except for me, that is. I helped Mom set the table, and while she poured the coffee, I poured Cokes™ for Alyssa and me.

After we were all finally seated, Angela looked at her daughter and said, "Lyssa, honey, isn't there something you wanted to say to Michael?"

Alyssa looked at me with sparkling blue eyes, and then gently taking my hand, she smiled and said, "Thank you for taking up for me. Billy Reece is a creep that, thanks to you, won't be bothering me anymore. I wanted to bring you your schoolwork because you got into trouble for protecting me. Thank you, Michael."

"You're welcome," I smiled, slightly blushing, "But I hate bullies."

~~~~~~

Let me take a moment to describe Alyssa. When we met we were barely fourteen years old, but she was, and still is, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She had long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and from what I could see then, as I look back now, she was well on her way to becoming a treasured beauty.

~~~~~~

"My, my, Angela," Mom said, "Your daughter sure is a pretty thing."

"Thank you, Pat. And Michael makes the perfect knight in shining armor," Angela smiled, "So tall, dark, and handsome."

"Come on, you guys," I groaned, blushing a bright red with Alyssa giggling at my discomfort.

~~~~~~

Because the fracas with Billy Reece had happened on a Monday afternoon, I was home Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday so; it was Friday when I got back to school. Apparently I had been the talk of the school, because when I got back that morning, I arrived at my first class to a round of applause from not only my classmates, but from my teacher as well. I do have to say this though; it made me feel good that these people were proud of me. However, it was during my lunch break that day that my life would forever be changed.

~~~~~~

I was sitting with a couple of friends of mine eating lunch when, out of the blue, Alyssa came and sat down at our table, right n ext to me, and said, "My sister is having a barbeque and pool party at my house tonight, and I was wondering if you might like to come?"

"Really?" I smiled, she nodded her head, "I'd love to, but I'll have to ask my parents."

"Don't worry about that," she giggled, "My Mom called your Mom this morning and me and my sister will be at your house to pick you up right after you get home...oh, and don't forget to bring a swim suit," and with that she was gone, giggling and looking back at me as she walked away. I floated on a cloud for the rest of the day...

~~~~~~

"Hi, Mom," I smiled, "Nice day, isn't it?"

"I guess so," she knowingly giggled, "You've got a date with that pretty girl tonight."

"Yeah, I do," I smiled, kissing Mom's cheek, "And thank you."

"You're welcome, baby," she cooed, rubbing my back while she hugged me, "And I want you to know that I think you were very noble by standing up for her."

"Come on, Mom," I grinned, "I would've done it for anyone."

"Yeah, yeah," she teased, "And the fact that Alyssa is a beautiful girl had nothing to do with it either, huh?"

"Okay," I laughed, "You're right."

"Get outta here and get ready, boy," Mom said, shooing me to my room, "Your ride will be here in twenty minutes."

~~~~~~

"Damn, Lyssa," Molly, her sister, teased, as I got into the car, "He's a hottie."

"See?" Lyssa giggled, "I told you, didn't I?"

Then she turned to me and said, "Michael, I'd like you to meet my sister, Molly. Sis, this is Michael Roberts, my knight in shining armor."

"Come on, you guys," I playfully groaned, "I'm just a regular guy."

"Hmm," Molly giggled, "I'll bet my little sister says otherwise."

~~~~~~

When we pulled up to Alyssa's family's home, I was almost gob smacked at the sight of it. It was a very big and spacious home, but what sparked my interest the most was the fact that it had a game room that adjoined a big swimming pool out back. Man, it sure was nice.

The moment I opened the door and got out of the car, Alyssa took my hand and said, "Come on, handsome, I want you to meet my father."

"Okay," I grinned, "Oh, and before I forget, thank you for inviting me tonight."

"Are you kidding me?" she tenderly replied, placing her palm to my face, "I can't think of anyone else that I'd rather have here with me tonight than you."

~~~~~~

"So, this is the guy that defended my princess against the evil ogre, huh?" said a tall and big man, extending his hand, "Welcome son, I'm Mike Matthews."

"Thank you, sir," I replied, shaking his hand, "I'm Michael Roberts and it's nice to meet you, Mister Matthews."

"Please, call me Mike," he smiled, patting me on the shoulder, "After all, we share the same name, no?"

"Yes, sir," I smiled, "Oopps...I mean Mike."

He turned to Alyssa, and then taking her into his arms, he smiled and said, "And he's such a good looking young man, way to go, baby girl."

"Thank you, Daddy," she cooed, her eyes sparkling a bright shining blue as she looked at me.

~~~~~~

Alyssa and her sister had the same hair color, but where Alyssa's eyes were blue; Molly's were green. And their bikinis matched their eyes color. To say that I was knocked on my ass when I saw Alyssa in her bikini the first time would be an understatement.

I never realized that a girl could look as perfect as she did. Her body was sleek and fit, and even being as young as we both were still couldn't hide the budding of young womanhood in the girl who had stolen my heart; for it was at that moment in time that I realized I belonged to her and no other.

~~~~~~

Alyssa made it a point to stay right by my side the whole time I was there. And when one of Molly's friends would try to flirt with me, she was right there to ward them off with a single glance. The music had been playing the whole time I'd been there, and when a slow song came on, couples paired off and began to dance.

"Ooo, I've been waiting foe this all night," Alyssa softly said, "Would you like to dance with me, Michael?"

"Lead the way, pretty girl," I smiled.

~~~~~~

The music was great, the lights were dim, and I held Alyssa in my arms beneath the moonlit canopy over her back yard that night. She felt so fragile, yet so soft and alluring, and when she leaned into me and softly said, "Do you have a girlfriend, Michael?" I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

"I didn't have one yesterday," I smiled, holding her a little tighter, "But I hope I do now."

"Does that mean that you want me to be your girlfriend?" she purred.

"How could I not, Alyssa?" I softly replied, "God, you're so beautiful...yes, I want you to be my girlfriend...if you want to, that is."

"Of course I do, silly," she sweetly giggled, "Why do you think I asked you if you had a girlfriend?"

"I guess that settles it then," I grinned, softly kissing her hand, you're my girlfriend and I'm your boyfriend."

"A kiss on the hand?" she skeptically laughed, taking me by the hand, "Oh no, that won't do. Come with me, baby."

~~~~~~

She led me to the very back of the yard behind the pool's pump house. The pulling me tightly to her, she looked into my eyes and said, "This is what boyfriends and girl friends do," and then she leaned in and laid the queen mother of all kisses on me.

At first our kisses were soft and exploring, until suddenly the gates opened and our tongues began that age-old dance of a new found love. The deeper we kissed, the tighter we pressed our bodies against one another. And with every moan I made, her little body trembled and she softly whimpered, holding me tighter.

I held her until I thought that I would burst, but right before I made a mess in my shorts and embarrassed the both of us, I slowly leaned back and said, "Wow, that was nice, Alyssa, but I think we'd better be heading back before someone comes looking for us."

"Gosh," she breathed, "You're right, but I've wanted to do that since the very first time I ever saw you."

"Really?" I replied, while we headed back to group, hand-in-hand, "Well, there are plenty more where that came from."

"Good," she giggled, "Because I want as many as I can get."

~~~~~~

ONE YEAR LATER

I came home from school one fall afternoon to see Mom and Dad sitting together on the couch. It was apparent that Mom had been crying, which made me immediately ask, "What's wrong, Mom?"

"I'm pregnant, Michael." Mom cried.

"Really?" I happily smiled, "Then why are you crying?"

"Because I'm too old to have anymore children," Mom said, "And I'm not...." She couldn't continue for crying.

I looked at Dad and winked, then turned to Mom and said, "Gimme a break, Mom. You're only thirty-five; and the last time I heard, that was still plenty young enough to bear children."

"But I've devoted my life to you and your father," she cried, "And if we had another child, it would take away my time with you two."

"Look, Mom," I smiled, "I don't know if you've realized it or not, but I'm almost grown. As far as Dad is concerned, he made it through your having me, and I'm sure he'll make it through your having my little brother or sister."

"Really?" she bewilderedly asked, looking back and forth between Dad and me, "You two won't feel left out when I have to tend to the baby?"

"I love you, honey," Dad softly said, gently kissing Mom, "And like Michael just said, we're both happy about this so; why don't you join us, baby?"

"I love you two, very much," Mom cried, hugging Dad and me.

~~~~~~

"Congratulations, Michael," Alyssa cooed, when she saw me the next day at school, "I hear that you're going to have a baby brother or sister in a few months."

"Hi, Lyssa," I smiled, kissing her, "Yeah, Mom and Dad are really pumped up about it, too."

"I'll bet they are," she smiled, "It seems that the men in your family are very...uh, what's the word...virile?"

"Oh, hush," I laughed, the back of my neck turning red, "You're embarrassing me."

"I know," she giggled, "That's why I love you."

"I know you do, Lyssa," I smiled, rubbing the back of my hand against her soft cheek, "And I love you, too."

~~~~~~

TWO YEARS LATER

Mom had died giving birth to my little brother Nick, and he was now thirteen months old. My Dad's sister, Aunt Caroline, whose husband had been killed in the Korean War as well as both of her children being grown, came to stay with us to help raise little Nick.

Mom's death had been devastating for both Dad and me. And had it not been for the outpouring of love and support from Alyssa, as well as her entire family, I think I would've lost it altogether.

It was the end of my junior year in high school, the year was 1966, and I was looking forward to summer. I'd been invited by Alyssa's Dad to go with the family to South Padre Island for the next six weeks. Of course Dad and Aunt Caroline both told me that I should go, but in the back of my mind I felt like I was abandoning them somehow.

That all changed when I saw a Alyssa in her new bikini when we got to Padre. She had always been beautiful, but this day she was stunning. The look on my face told her all she needed to know when she giggled and said, "I can tell by the look on your face that you like my bikini. Molly brought it back from Paris when she went there for Spring Break.

"God, you're so beautiful," I breathed, taking her into my arms, "And I love you so much."

"I love you, too, baby," she purred, nuzzling my neck, "And I always will."

~~~~~~

That was also the summer that Alyssa and I turned eighteen. Our birthdays were a little over a month apart so; we decided that we would celebrate our birthdays together that year. Alyssa had already turned eighteen and I would be the same age in just a few days. So; that night at the party Angela stood up, and looking at me, said, "I want to propose a toast to our precious Michael. He's been a joy to our family in spite of his own tragedy, and I, for one, wanted to tell him how much we all love him...and Happy Birthday, Baby Boy!"

"SPEECH, SPEECH," said Mike, Molly and Alyssa.

"I want to thank you all," I smiled, "And just so you know, I love you all very much, too."

"Well done, m'boy," smiled Mike, as I took my seat.

~~~~~~

Later that night I was asleep in my room, when I felt someone shaking me awake. It was Alyssa, "Michael," she whispered, "Wake up, baby."

"What is it?" I asked, "Are you alright?"

"No," she giggled, and I noticed that she had a blanket rolled up and folded beneath her arm, "Come with me."

"Where are we going?" I asked, rising out of bed and putting my pants on.

"Don't worry," she whispered, "You'll see."

~~~~~~

We walked, hand-in-hand, a little over a mile down the moonlit beach until we came to a small shelter amongst a pile of large rocks. After laying the blanket out, Alyssa took off her shoes and lay down on the blanket and said, "Make love to me, Michael."

"Are you sure," I cautiously asked, "We don't have to do this ya know."

"Don't be silly," she sweetly giggled, slowly taking her clothes off, "I want you, baby, and I have since we were little."

"My, my," I laughed, lying down next to her, "But aren't you a dirty little girl?"

"Oh, baby," she giggled, "If you knew half of the fantasies I've had about us, you'd think I was a porn star."

I began to speak until I saw her naked for the first time in the raw moonlight. She was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Her full and round 36C breasts were capped off with raspberry nipples, now twisted into hard little knots.

My eyes drank in her smooth, flat stomach that made its way down to her trimmed blonde bush. Her waist was trim and her hips flared slightly, joined by long sleek legs that seemed to go on forever, ending at her pretty painted little toe nails. My God, she was gorgeous.

~~~~~~

The moment I was naked, my beautiful Lyssa hand her hands on my hard cock. "God," she panted, "It's so hard, but at the same time it's so soft."

"You're so beautiful, Lyssa," I breathed, running my hands all over her body, "And I love you so much."

"Take me. Baby," she groaned, leaning back until I was on top of her, our pubic bones intimately touching one another's, "Put it inside of me now, Michael."

She was so wet that I slid in with almost no effort, until I came to her maidenhead. "There's still time to back out," I told her, "I love you enough to wait."

She placed her hands on my hips, and as she pushed my ass with her feet, she thrust her pelvis into mine until I was fully inside of her. "Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?" she groaned, "Shit, that hurt."

"I'm sorry, baby, but I..."

"Easy, honey," she purred, "Just hold still for a few minutes and let get used to being full of your big dick."

I simply smiled, holding her body against mine, trying with every ounce of strength I had not to cum. She was so very soft, wet, and tight, and once the urge to cum had passed; I began to enjoy the way our bodies felt, pressed together as we were. It felt like that was how it was meant to be; the woman enjoying the hard and muscled texture of the man, and the man falling into the gentle and soft caress of the woman. 

I slowly began to move in and out, slowly at first, then longer more attentive, yet still gentle thrusts. Her primal urges took over and she began to softly moan.




I Told You I'd Find You



"Ungh," She groaned, as I thrust into her, "Yeah, that's it, Baby. Give it to me, Michael. Give me that Cock."

"Ungh," I groaned in return, "You're mine now. And I love you, you beautiful bitch."

"Oh Yeah," she replied, beginning to dig her fingernails into my ass as we fucked, "Make me your bitch, Michael. Oh, God, Oh, OH, I'M CUMMING...OH GOD...OOOOHH."

When her orgasm began, it set me off until I was pumping what seemed like gallons of my hot seed deep into the recesses of her no longer virginal cavity. "I love you, Lyssa," I told her, " I love you with all my heart."

"I love you, too, Michael," she cried, "I love you so very much."

"Then why are you crying? " I asked, rolling off of her to one side, "Shouldn't you be happy?"

"Silly boy," she giggled, sniffling, "You've got a lot to learn about women."

"I guess I do," I laughed.

~~~~~~

The rest of the time I was at the beach with Lyssa and her family, I felt a peace like none I had ever known, and in later times, I would long for more than life...but I'm getting ahead of myself.

~~~~~~

Chapter Two

I graduated in the top five percent of my class and could've gone to college anywhere I wanted to. Because of the guilt I felt at leaving them all behind, I stayed home and got a job so as to be able to help Dad and Aunt Caroline with little Nick.

Because of the fact that I had, by law, registered with the draft board, they got me because I wasn't going to attend college. The sad thing about it was that I could've stopped it on a hardship deferment, but I just let them take me. I didn't care anymore.

And the night that Lyssa took me to the airport was one of the saddest moments in my life, well, up to that point in my life anyway.

"I've got the feeling that I'm never going to see you again," she cried, "And I just couldn't take that, Michael."

"I'll only be gone for sixteen weeks to boot camp," I replied, "Who knows after that, I might even get stationed somewhere on the west coast, and you are going to U.C.L.A., aren't you?

"It won't be the same," she continued crying, "At least not like this."

"Please don't cry, Lyssa," I tried to sooth her, "I'll figure something out, I promise."

"I love you, Michael" she said, "And I'll wait for you."

"You do that and you won't get any sleep," I smiled, "I'll get a hold of you as soon as I can, okay? I love you, baby," and then I turned to board my plane.

~~~~~~

BOOT CAMP ORLANDO FLORIDA

"ALL RIGHT, YOU MAGGOTS. MOVE YOUR ASSES. NOW," screamed the company commanders. We were led into a room where we were told to disrobe and stand to.

As we stood in our underwear, another Petty Officer came into the room, placed his hands on his hips and said, "All right, gentlemen, you're about to experience the world famous two-minute haircut. When you're finished, you will go into the adjacent room where you will sit down and shut-up..."

"...You will then be individually called into the classification offices, where you will receive your dog tags. That way the Corpsmen will be able to identify your bodies when you get your dumb asses blown up."

~~~~~~

I'd been in boot camp for two weeks when I was called to the career guidance office. I walked in and reported, "Seaman Recruit Roberts, reporting as ordered, sir!"

"Come in, Roberts," said Lieutenant Commander Hayes, pointing to the chair in front of his desk, "Have a seat and relax."

"Sir, yes, sir," I replied, taking the seat.

"I've just seen your test scores," he said, "You know, the battery of tests you took when you first got here?"

"Yes, sir," I answered, "I remember, sir."

"That's good," he said, "Because your scores are the highest in the history of the Navy. What do you have to say about that, sailor?"

"Sir," I replied, "Just trying to do the best to serve my country, sir."

I'm glad," he laughed, "Because it means that you can take your pick of schools. What do you think you'd like to do, kid?"

"I'm not sure, sir," I said, "But I'd like a job where I could help people, sir."

"How about Hospitalman "A" School, out in California?" he said, "You'd be helping a lot of people, and the Navy sure could use a good Corpsman."

"Yes, sir," I smiled, "I think I'd like that very much, sir."

"Then it's settled," he smiled, "You'll go directly to Balboa Hospital in San Diego to begin your training after you leave here."

"Yes, sir," I grinned, "Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome," he laughed, "Now get outta here and get back to class."

Yes, sir," I replied, "By your leave, sir?"

"Get outta here," he laughed, as I disappeared down the hall and back to class.

~~~~~~

I would've thought that Navy boot camp would've been easier than it was. Little did I realize at that time that I was being prepared for some far worse, worse than anything I could ever imagine in my deepest, most horrible nightmares.

The days were full and kept me very busy, but the nights, when I was alone in my bunk, were the times that I thought of my beautiful Alyssa. I wondered where she was, what she was doing, who she was with. I knew that she was out in California, going to college at U.C.L.A., and I knew that she was going to nursing school, but that's all I knew. I also wondered if I'd ever see her again...only time would tell.

~~~~~~

Upon graduation from boot camp, I was given orders to report to the U.S. Naval Regional Medical Center, Balboa Hospital, in San Diego, California, where I would receive my training to become a Navy Corpsman. I was excited to be going to a new duty station, but I was even more thrilled at the fact that I would be able to maybe find Alyssa. But then again, only time would tell.

~~~~~~

Hospitalman "A" school, as the Navy called it, was very hard and mentally exacting. I saw people dropping out like flies all around me. And there were times that I wondered if I was going to make it, but through the perseverance that I was taught by my mother kicked in and helped me through it.

I never got the chance to look up Alyssa, but there wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think about her. And again, the nights were filled with the thoughts of we first time made love, which laid prevalent in my heart and mind the whole time I was there.

~~~~~~

My graduation was nothing spectacular. We stood in line and received our certificates, and then went to the classification office there on base to receive our new orders. Little did I realize what lay in wait for me when I got to my new duty station?

~~~~~~

I was given orders to attend Fleet Marine Service School, which meant that I was going to train with the Marines, and that more than likely, I would be sent to Vietnam. When I got on the bus to go to camp Pendleton, in Oceanside, California, my heart was literally breaking. Hell, I'd seen the news and knew what was going on over there. Men were dying left and right, most of them Marines and Army soldiers. Still though, because Oceanside is a lot closer to Los Angeles than San Diego, I knew I'd have a better chance at getting to see Alyssa than I did before.

~~~~~~

"Alright, Gentlemen," said Gunnery Sergeant Leo Platka, "You will be training with the United States Marine Corps, and all of you will be attached to units being sent to Vietnam. Some of you will come home, some won't, but if you listen to your instructors, you will survive...if not...you will die."

F.M.S.S. was a series of runs, hikes, and drills. The Marines did teach me how to fight though, and for that I was thankful, so much so that, three nights a week I would train with the base hand-to-hand instructor, who was himself a Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do.

Finally the weekend before graduation came and I was able to get a three-day pass so; I'm quite sure you all know what it was I did next.

~~~~~~

From the bus station in L.A., I caught a cab, which took me to a Holiday Inn right across the street from the U.C.L.A. campus. I knew what department she was in. but I didn't know where her dorm was. However, after getting the information I needed from a very nice girl who worked in the administration building, I was on my way.

I walked for what seemed like miles across the campus, and when I finally made it to the building she was quartered in, I thought my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. Looking down at the piece of paper that the girl in administration had given me I read the number 214. It meant that she was on the second floor and that I was going to have to take the elevator up to her floor.

~~~~~~

"Can I help you?" asked the girl who answered the door.

"Uh, yes," I replied, "Can you tell me where I can find Alyssa Matthews?"

"You're name is Michael," she knowingly smiled, "Isn't it?"

"Yes," I replied, somewhat astonished, "But how could you possibly know that?"

"Come on in," she smiled, "I'm Alyssa's room mate, Katie Heinz. I've heard a lot about you and it's nice to finally meet you."

As I looked around the room, I saw where Alyssa's bed was, as well as pictures of she and I, and some of just me, taped to the wall beside it.

"Alyssa should be back in a few minutes," Katie smiled, "Man, she's gonna shit when she sees you."

~~~~~~

"Moments later I heard someone placing a key in the lock on the other side of the door, as Katie smiled and said, "Here, come hide in this closet."

I did as I was asked and once I heard the door open, I heard her voice, the only voice that would ever sooth my heart and eventually bring peace to my soul.

"You're up to something Katie," I heard Lyssa laugh, "What is it?"

"Now what makes you think I'm up to something?" Katie knowingly smiled.

"Because I know your ass," Alyssa giggled, "Now what is it?"

"You can come out now," Katie said.

As I stepped from out of the closet I thought Alyssa's was going to break down right there. Instead, she threw her arms tightly around my neck and began to cry uncontrollably.

"Michael," she sobbed, "Oh, my God, I can't believe you're here."

"I told you I'd find you," I replied, on the edge of tears myself, "Didn't I?"

"Oh, yes," she cried, "I've missed you so much."

~~~~~~

Once we were back at my hotel room, Alyssa pushed me away from her, and with a wanton smiled, said, "Let me look at you, baby. I haven't seen you in almost a year."

I stood back and removed my shirt. My time in boot camp, as well as my time with the Marines had given me a body, the likes of which you might find in a swimsuit magazine.

"Oh, my God," Lyssa breathed, "God, baby, you look great."

The next thing I knew was that I was between her legs and we were making love. It was slow and unhurried as we took the time to get reacquainted with one another again. Alyssa rode me for a while and then I rode her. But my favorite position was doggy-style, as I watched my cock going in and out of her from behind, as I softly collided with my hips into her perfect ass. However, nothing in the world could describe the feeling of us as we reached our orgasms simultaneously.

~~~~~~

Afterward, we lay together in bed, relishing the feelings of having our naked bodies pressed so tightly together.

"I've got something I need to tell you," I said, "And I'm not very sure that you're going to like it."

"What is it," she softly asked, "Please, tell me, baby."

"It's like this," I replied, "I'm going to be sent, with a Marine Corps unit, into Vietnam."

"Oh, baby, no," she began to cry, "Please be careful over there...I'd die if something were to happen to you."

"Shh," I soothed her, "Nothing's going to happen to me, I promise."

"Oh, yeah?" she sniffled, "Well, just don't go making promises that you can't keep, you hear me?" 

"Yes, ma'am," I chuckled, saluting her, "Aye, aye!"

"Oh hush, silly boy," she giggled, "God, I love you."

"I know, baby," I smiled, "And I love you, too, Lyssa, and I always will."

We spent the rest of the weekend together, not leaving the hotel room, ordering room service, and staying naked the whole time.

~~~~~~

Sunday night at the train station, we stood together on the platform, her arms around me and my arms around her.

"I love you, Michael," she wept, "Please come home safe."

"I love you, too," I replied, "And I promise to come home, safe and sound."

"ALL ABOOOOAAARD," rang across the platform like a death sentence.

Right before I boarded the train, I looked at her and said, "If I don't make it back, I want you move on with your life," and then before she could reply, I boarded the train. Little did I realize that my last memory of her would be of her standing on the train platform, crying as I pulled away?

~~~~~~

The moment I graduated F.M.S.S. I was sent back down to San Diego where I would board a C-130 bound for The Republic of Vietnam.

~~~~~~

The flight overseas was a long one, and when we finally touched down in DaNang, the first thing I saw when I stepped out of the aircraft, were three large open-bed trailers. The trailers were nothing special, but what they carried almost made the contents of my stomach rise. All three trailers carried rows upon rows of body bags, each one being full.

I was immediately shipped to the 2nd Battalion of the 5th Marine Regiment headquarters, where I would be assigned to, Delta Company I was one of three new guys, commonly referred to as FNG's, which stood for, Fucking New Guys, assigned to my platoon.

My first week there was spent being trained how to fight in Vietnam. They taught me about the North Vietnamese Army, as well as the Viet Cong, which taken from the Military Alphabet call signs, was abbreviated to Victor Charles, or simply, just plain "Charlie".

I paid close attention to what my instructors told me so as to not become one of, eventually, over 58,000 men and women that were taken and/or killed in that terrible fucking war.

I was also instructed to listen to those who knew, and I would stand a better chance of survival in this very hostile territory. I went out on patrols after that, and to be totally honest, I was scared shitless every single time.

We came under light fire a few times, but the men in my platoon were a very strong and mighty bunch, whom every one, saw to it that I, as their "Doc" because I was a Corpsman, was safe and away from harm.

~~~~~~

I got letters from home often; Aunt Caroline sent me pictures of my little brother, Nick. I also, because of my Aunt Caroline's meddling, received letters from Lyssa, telling me how proud she was of me, and also how much she loved me.

To be honest, it did me a world of good, but when it really came down to it, the thoughts of home were what kept me sane in such an insane place.

~~~~~~

That was also the same year that I spent my first Christmas away from home. It was a sad and lonely time for me, but I braved through it, as did the rest of the men and women in Vietnam

~~~~~~

Then came the day that would change us all forever, January 31rst, 1968...The Tet Offensive. I won't go into detail, but suffice it to say that I lost over half of my platoon in a month long offensive that took countless innocent civilian lives. We were in Hue City and I can still remember the mass graves we had to dig, and the covering of the bodies with lye before burying them, thanks to the assholes in the NVA, or, North Vietnamese Army. Hell, they were just as bad as the Viet Cong when it came to their lack of regard for human life, and a hatred for them began to grow like a virus, deep within me.

~~~~~~

Our whole company was given five days of R&R, rest and relaxation, when it was over. I spent my time in Bangkok, Thailand, where I got to experience the...delights of Southeast Asia, as I would call it. To tell the truth, I spent my whole time there in a whorehouse, and stayed drunk every day.

~~~~~~

After our arrival back at the base, I was told to suit up because we were about to be sent out on a ten-day patrol. Once again that old feeling of fear began to rise up within me. However, this time it more foreboding than before, and I had the feeling that something bad was about to happen. Little did I realize what lay in wait for us in the coming days.

~~~~~~

We'd been out on patrol for about three days when we stumbled upon a Viet Cong ambush. Three hundred and fifty Viet Cong guerillas had us pinned down and surrounded before we could even get a radio message off. We'd lost well over half of our men in the skirmish, and when we had no choice but to surrender, our Lieutenant was the first to die; but that was only after they executed our wounded.

There were only four of us left alive, and we were marched north for six days with no water or food. One of our guys was shot while trying to escape so; that left us with three men, Staff Sergeant Rick Miller, Private Will Hanson, and myself.

~~~~~~

Once we arrived at the P.O.W. compound, we were given a cup full of rice, and barely enough water to wash it down with. Then we were thrown into stockades made of bamboo.

The next day was when the torture began. They would lash us to wooden racks and then beat our knees with bamboo poles, which worse than anything I could imagine. The funny thing about was, they never once asked us any questions.

This went on for days on end, and at the end of each session, the camp Commanding Officer, Colonel Phet, would ask us to sign an admission for our war crimes against the Peoples Republic of Vietnam. Needless to say, we basically told him to get fucked, and the beatings would resume.

~~~~~~

This went on for, what I could tell was, five and a half years. Will Hanson had died from malaria two years prior, and Rick Miller was hanging on by a thread. The rest of the month was spent taking care of Rick, when I wasn't working or being beaten. Rick died not too long after that and when that happened, I knew it was time for me to get out of there, escape. The opportunity came when I managed to steal a knife from the tool wagon after work that afternoon.

~~~~~~

I waited until the camp was quiet and the guard had been set. I was the only American left in camp so; I knew that my days were now numbered. That's when I took the knife and cut my way out of the bamboo stockade.

~~~~~~

Chapter Three

As I made my way through the darkness, I encountered a guard, whom I took by surprise and silently killed hi by cutting his throat. Then I took his weapon, an AK-47 as well as his belt that carried extra rounds, and then took off into the surrounding jungle.

The Navy had taught me to navigate using the stars to guide me, and with that knowledge I headed due south. I traveled by night and slept during the day, using my weapon only as a means to hunt food with.

~~~~~~

I'd been traveling for about eight days when I smelled something, or more than likely, someone, approaching from the east. I covered myself in the foliage to hide me until they past. Imagine my surprise when I saw before me, a small quad of Force Recon Marines.

"Hey, you ugly Marine Assholes," I yelled smiling, "I'm American."

~~~~~~

"How long you been gone, man?" asked one of the Marines, "We need to get you back to H.Q., brother."

"I was captured in sixty-eight," I replied, drinking water as fast as they would give it to me, "What year is it?"

"Hell, bro," he laughed, "It's May of seventy-four. You've been gone for six years, man."

"Holy shit," I gasped, "My family must be worried sick."

~~~~~~

I spent the first three months back in a Naval hospital in Yokosuka, Japan. I was never happier to see Americans than I was in those days. However, every night that I laid down to sleep, my dreams carried me back to that terrible place. The blood curdling screams of my comrades haunted every step I took at night. And during the day, I found myself feeling depressed, uneasy...and anxious to return home.




I Told You I'd Find You



~~~~~~

When the day came that I was to finally go home, I was filled with mixed emotions. I'd already talked to Dad, Aunt Caroline, and little Nick on the phone; and they were breathless with anticipation. However, when I asked Dad about Alyssa, the sadness in his voice when he told me, "Just worry about getting home for now, son," let me know that she had moved on with her life. I wasn't hurt or angry, hell, I'd told her to do just that if anything were to ever happen to me. Still though, a sadness and longing for the days that seemed like an eternity ago haunted me for a long while until....

~~~~~~

When the C-130 touched down at what was then Ellington Air Force Base, I was glad to be finally home. Dad and Aunt Caroline, as well as my little brother Nick, were there to greet me. Nick was eight years old now and jumping at the bit to get to me first. 

"Hey, big brother," he grinned, "It's good to see you."

"Hey, little brother," I smiled, lifting him into my arms and hugging him tightly, "It's good to see you, too."

Although I could tell that the combination of having to deal with me being MIA, as well as mourning Mom's death while raising another son had taken it's toll on him, Dad was still the same jovial person that h ad been there to comfort me when I was a boy. 

"How are you, son?" he quietly wept, while hugging me, "I can't tell you how good it is to see you."

"Hi, Dad," I cried, "I'm sorry I worried you like this."

"Don't think about it again," he smiled, his face covered in tears and on the verge of breaking down again, "You're home now, and that's all that matters."

~~~~~~

I stayed home for the first three days I was there and let everyone spoil me, knowing that I'd have hell to pay if I didn't.

Still though, the dreams came back with a vengeance once I was home. Memories of the battle of Hue City, as well as my time in the POW camp haunted me like the wails of the Banshee. But in the midst of it all, I could see Alyssa, and hear her calling me. "Michael," she smiled, "I'm coming to find you...wait for me...wait for..." and I woke up covered in sweat and tears.

~~~~~~

On my fourth morning back home, I waited until Nick was safely off to school before I finally cornered Aunt Caroline and said, "I want to know about Alyssa, and I want to know now."

"Okay. Michael honey," she smiled, looking at her watch, "Let's sit down and talk."

I listened as Aunt Caroline filled me in on all that Alyssa had done since I last saw her. She'd gone ahead and obtained her Master's Degree in Nursing and was working as a Surgical Nurse in one of the local hospitals in Houston...my hometown wasn't very far from there anyway.

I listened to everything Aunt Caroline said, and when she was done; I still felt like she was leaving something out. But I dismissed it and headed over to her mother and father's home.

~~~~~~

"Oh, my God, you're alive," cried Angela Matthews, as she hugged me tightly, "We all though you were dead, baby boy. Oh my God."

"Where is she?" I asked, "Where is Lyssa?"

"Relax, Michael honey, she's okay," Angels smiled, as she led me into the house, "She's gonna go nuts when she sees you, that's for damn sure."

"How is she?" I impatiently asked, "Is she married now or what?"

"No, Michael, she never married," Angela knowingly smiled, "But she'll be home in about thirty minutes, and I think that the two of you need to have a nice long talk."

~~~~~~

Angela and I had been talking for quite some time when I heard the front door open, as Alyssa came down the hall saying, Mom, who parked their car in my..." and the moment she saw me she froze.

Hi, baby," I smiled, tears raining down my face, "I've really missed you."

"MICHAEL, OH MY GOD, MICHAEL," she screamed, leaping into my arms in tears, "You're alive, oh, my God, you're alive."

"Yeah," I sniffled, "I'm alive, and I'm home to stay."

~~~~~

It took a good thirty minutes for her to regain her composure, but once she was alright, Alyssa began, "The Navy told your Dad that you had been killed in an ambush. And when he told us, I thought I was going to die...oh, but you're alive and you're home...and I love you so much," she began to cry again, "So very much."

~~~~~~

Alyssa called into work later that day to use five days of her vacation so that she wouldn't have to go to work straight away after seeing me, basically, come back from the dead. She looked great, too, her once waist length blonde hair was now short and on her shoulders, her hips seemed like they had flared a little more than I remember, and she was older now...somehow wiser, too. But the brilliance of her bright blue eyes were still the same, and they still had that same hypnotic affect on me like they always had.

"There's something you need to know, Michael," she told me, "And I'm not sure how you're going to react to it, either."

"So," I smiled, "Tell me."

"I have a baby, Michael," she smiled, "A beautiful six year old daughter and her name is Michaela Leigh Roberts, just like her daddy."

"But...I mean," I stuttered, "How, when?"

"Do you remember the last weekend we spent when I was still in college?" she asked, I nodded, "Well, if you remember, I didn't take any birth control pills the whole weekend long."

"Holy shit," I cried, pulling her into my arms, "I didn't know, Lyssa, I swear I didn't know."

"Shh," she soothed, "It's okay, but she'll be home in about thirty minutes. Would you like to meet her?"

"Like you really have to ask me that question," I smiled, "Hell, yes, I want to meet my daughter."

"Good," Alyssa sniffled, hugging me; "She's at the age where she needs her Daddy, Michael."

"What about you?" I asked, "What do you need?"

"You and Michaela," she cried, "And nothing else."

~~~~~~

We waited in the living room for the bus to drop her off. I watched as she walked up the driveway to the front door. God she was beautiful, just like her mother. However, she had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes just like me, and there was no mistaking that she was my daughter.

~~~~~~

"Hi, Mommy," she giggled, as soon as she walked in and saw Alyssa. Then she turned to me and said, "I know who you are."

"Oh, really," I smiled, "And who am I?"

"You're my daddy," she giggled, "Aren't you?"

"Michaela honey, how could you possibly know that?" Alyssa gasped, the both of us in shock.

"I'll be right back," she smiled, and then disappeared down the hall.

~~~~~~

When Michaela returned, she held a picture of me that was taken right after I'd graduated boot camp. She held it out, and looking at Lyssa, said, "I heard you crying one night and you were holding this picture. I asked Granny who this was and she told me it was my Daddy. She also told me that it was a secret and that I wasn't supposed to know."

"You little stinker," Alyssa laughed, hugging her, "Mommy and Daddy are so proud of you."

"So when are you going to hug me, Daddy," she plainly asked me.

"Right now, baby girl," I laughed scooping her into my arms as she squealed like only little girls can do, "And I love you very much, baby girl."

"I love you, too, Daddy," she softly cooed, hugging me tightly, "I love you, too."

~~~~~~

Alyssa and I were married six months later and Michaela was our flower girl. Lyssa was as ravishing a bride as a man could ask for, and I felt blessed to have made it home in fairly good shape. Lyssa and I went to the dedication of the Vietnam Veteran's Memorial in nineteen eighty-two. And when I stood there with my hands on that wall and cried, my wife and my daughter were there to comfort me and keep a safe watch over my soul. 

THE END 



I Told You Not To Be Here!



When the man wearing blood-soaked clothes answered the door holding a bowl of candy in one hand and a huge butcher knife in the other, the Witch shrieked, Frankenstein dropped his plastic jack-o-lantern half filled with treats, and Yoda literally jumped backwards off the cement stoop. The Ghost froze, Wolfman shook so hard he started to cry, and down at the end of the driveway the cluster of parents gasped and then laughed at what a good scare it was. The man's shirt and pants were saturated in red and vermillion spatters dotted his round white face. Thick crimson streaks dripped off the shiny steel blade. Very effective. 

A chorus of "Trick or treat!" went up from the kids. The parents all complimented on what a realistic knife it was and how good the fake blood was and all, and some of them lit cigarettes to hide how truly frightened they had been. Nobody thought anything was really wrong until the children started to scream and the blood started to fly, but by then, of course, it was too damned late.

******

Three years at college had taught Tina to understand the difference between making love and fucking. She appreciated them both in their proper places, which was rare for a gender that seemed trapped in mistaking lust for affection.

She loved Randy, a name she thought incredibly appropriate for a guy with what seemed like a permanent hard-on, and she adored making love with him, what he called a celebration of their souls. She also adored fucking him, which he called a celebration of their bodies, and had just spent an hour and a half doing just that. They lay together on his bed in the apartment he shared with two other guys who were mercifully somewhere else. They were exhausted, and lay supine listening to their bodies stop tingling, the way the planet's vibrations subside slowly after an earthquake.

"I gotta pee," Randy said, and he got up and walked naked across his bedroom to the hall and then down two doors to the grungy bathroom they all shared. Mike had kidded that they should add a fourth to their group, preferably somebody gay so the place would have a chance of being cleaned once in a while. It was the sort of irreverent, politically incorrect idea they had all come to expect from their resident poli-sci major. The third roommate, Bob, was pre-med and couldn't care less what the place looked like. He always said if they caught some rare disease from the accumulated filth he'd have just what he needed for his dissertation.

Tina watched Randy walk naked away from her and then return a few minutes later. There was no certain aspect of him that Tina found exceptional. His attractiveness was more in the absence of anything negative. He was of average height and build, with brown hair, green eyes, and a three-day old growth of beard on an ordinary oval face. He shaved only once a week, his face and balls, and both were currently scratchy. The latter were shrunken and drained and they ached like hell. Nobody made him cum as hard as Tina did.

He lay back beside her. Tina was a bit shorter than he, with almost militarily short red hair which she considered a sign of confidence in her own femininity. Girls express their femaleness with their hair, but only the truly secure wear it so bitingly short. She had green eyes as well, with flecks of gold in them. Her skin was milky pale and smooth, her belly flat and her breasts perfect round hemisphere's of pleasure. Her only flaws were some odd scars on her back which she attributed to an old accident she never wanted to talk about. He didn't mind them. He said they gave her character.

"Hungry?" he asked her, and she said she was as if the idea of being so seemed surprising.

Randy rolled over and his top half vanished beside the bed. "I think I have something down here," he said, and Tina could only imagine what sort of snack he had stored under his bed. Probably a mummified pizza. 

He came up suddenly wearing a full-head rubber mask based on the monster from a recent horror film. He raised up on his knees and held his hands up in menacing claws and made what he supposed was a blood-curdling noise.

Tina glared at him coldly. "Take that fucking thing off," she demanded.

Randy tugged the mask off. His hair stood up in ragged spikes. "I'm wearing it tonight," he said. "You like it?"

She obviously did not.

"We're all going to the party at Delta Tau," he said. "Then some of us are going past the Porter place. You know what that is?"

She knew, but didn't say anything.

"That's where that crazy guy hacked up those treat-or-treaters twelve years ago," he said, as if having to remind her of the town's most infamous landmark, the one that wasn't located on the Chamber of Commerce maps handed out to tourists. "Right after carving up his family."

The history was common knowledge, and it was dredged up annually at the same time each year. The story seemed to grow with each resurrection. Tina knew the truth of the matter, however, and the truth, in this case, was more horrible than anything the legend had managed to fabricate. 

"Have a nice time," was all she told him, and rolled off the bed to start getting dressed.

Randy already knew the answer to the question before he asked it. "You're coming with me, right?"

Her shirt half on, she froze and stared daggers at him and then resumed putting her clothes back on.

"You know I don't like Halloween," she said. She'd told him -- how many times? -- over the past few weeks, ever since he'd brought up the subject of the Delta Tau party.

"It's the best party on campus," he said. It always was. "Everybody's gonna be there."

She was already aware of the party's reputation. "I won't," she said, and found her jeans and tugged them on, foregoing her panties which she couldn't find at the moment anyway. Maybe that antique pizza under the bed had eaten them.

Randy sat up. "What is it with you and Halloween?" he asked. "Is it some religious thing?"

She almost laughed. "No, it's not a religious thing," she said, mocking his words. "I just don't like anything about it."

"You're not a Jehovah's Witness, are you?"

She stared at him, naked in the bed they had just shared for the umpteeth time in less than a year and he silently rescinded the question.

"Then, I don't see what the big deal is," he said. "Even if you don't like Halloween, you could come to the party for me."

That was a hard argument to counter.

"I can't," she said honestly. "You go. Have fun. Do...whatever it is you do at these things. And, I'll see you tomorrow."

She slipped into her sneaker loafers, ran her fingers through her hair once, more as a formality than anything else, came back to the bed to deliver a chaste kiss on his cheek, and left. Randy sat naked in bed and watched the empty place in his room where a minute ago his girlfriend had been and shook his head sadly. Then, he got up and got dressed, and carried his mask downstairs.

******

Four of them stood at midnight on the cold, wind-swept street and stared at the darkened, boarded up house partially hidden by trees and brush untended for over a decade.

"That's it," one of them said, as if the rest needed to be told. It was the sight of their annual pilgrimage, their Halloween haj to the town's solitary Mecca of terror.

"Which one of us gets to do it this year?"

It had been Mike's turn the year before, and Paul the year before that, and Tim three years ago. They all patted Randy on the back and urged him to start his walk down the cracked and overgrown cement path that led to the front door of the Porter house.

Randy held back. The chore was stupid, the challenge non-existent actually for anybody over the age of ten. Walk up to the house and knock on the front door. The way those kids had twelve years before, when Donald Porter had opened the door with his candy and knife, the knife still dripping with the blood of his wife and daughter. But, nobody had lived there since. The most that anyone ever heard at that door was mice scurrying about inside in the dark. Still, Randy hesitated.

"I think that ditzy girlfriend of yours is starting to rub off on you," Mike said. "Pussy-whipped, I can understand, but, geez!"

Randy had no choice but to do the deed. Stupid, really. A short walk, a few knocks, wait a couple of seconds, and then all go back to the Delta Tau party and finish getting outrageously drunk.

But he couldn't stop thinking about Tina.

The boys urged him on and Randy walked slowly up the cement path to the door. The house smelled bad, like a basement turned inside out, even through the small breathing holes in the mask. Clouds momentarily hid the moon as Randy raised his fist to the splintered wooden door.

He knocked.

******

The door opened.

"What are you doing here?"

Randy stood outside her dorm door as Tina blinked the sleep out of her eyes. He held his mask at his side.

"You alone?" he asked.

"Yeah. Betty's at the party like everyone else." She turned back and squinted at the illuminated face of her alarm clock. It was just after one AM. "Why aren't you there?"

Randy shrugged. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," he said. "It wasn't fair of me to leave you alone tonight."

She half-smiled and put her arms around him. She wore baggy sweats and a tee shirt and felt warm as toast from her bed. "That's sweet," she said. "But, really, go back to the party. Have a good time. If you're not too stinking drunk and puking your guts out tomorrow maybe we'll go do something."

He laughed. "I'd rather be with you," he said.

Tina kissed him softly. "Not tonight you don't," she said in a whisper. "I'm no fun on Halloween."

He held her close and kissed her forehead. "Bullshit," he said. "I'd rather be with you than anywhere else in the world, this night or any night."

She killed the trickle of laughter in her throat. "I appreciate that, but..."

But Randy was having none of it. Still holding her, he eased them both inside her door. Tina struggled at first, and then surrendered. Once inside, Randy pushed the door closed with a foot. Tina freed herself from him and locked it.

"Just, please," she said, "hide that thing somewhere."

Randy looked quickly about the small room that Tina and Betty shared and then stuffed the mask under the computer desk beside the tray that held the printer.

"Good enough?" he asked her, coming back for an embrace.

She peeked around his shoulder at the desk and smiled. "For now," she said.

They kissed, at first softly and gently, and then both felt their passions rise and the kiss became a grinding of their mouths together. His hands were all over her, sliding under the elastic waistband of her sweats to hold the firm round globes of her ass, and up beneath the thin cotton of her tee shirt to hold her breasts and drag his fingertips down her flat belly.

Tina struggled to get his sweater off him, and then his shirt, and their faces lost contact only long enough to get both items past his head. Giggling as he pulled her shirt off as well, they came together again and kissed even more arduously, reveling in the touch of skin on skin.

Tina reached down and tugged the front of his jeans opened, and then they staggered back to her disheveled bed, still warm from her body, and finished undressing each other. Naked and feeling the autumn chill, they scrambled under the covers of the narrow twin bed and held each other again.

Arms and legs entangled, they kissed, moving carefully so they didn't get dumped on the floor. Tina wound up on top of him, and his hands explored every inch of her back from her neck to her hips. He loved the way her spine curved down to her waist and then her ass rose softly, like a landscape of rolling hills and valleys. As his hands came back up again they hesitated at her scars, three soft puckerings that he knew so well and actually found quite attractive, perhaps because of the mystery surrounding them.

Tina lifted up and straddled his waist, and his hands instantly came forward to massage her chest. He pinched her nipples and rolled them between his fingers until they were hard brick-red nibs erupting from her creamy white breasts. Her head lolled back and she made deep throaty noises as she felt her whole body tingle from his touch. Like a master musician holding his instrument, he knew exactly how to bring forth from her the most marvelous sensations. And, like the clever instrument secure in the grip of a master, she responded in kind.

One of his hands slid down to where their bodies connected, to the soft red patch just above her clit. Below, she was shaved clean. But she left that soft triangle untouched at his request. He said it reminded him of the fire waiting for him inside her. 

His erection was beating against her ass like an insistent visitor. She lifted up and he reached down to guide the head of his cock to her waiting pussy. She was wet and hot and her labia parted for him so nicely. She settled her hips down again, piercing herself on his fiery petard of flesh, and she began to ride him slowly.

It was her favorite position because it put her in complete charge of their pace. He didn't mind serving under her because he knew she would tend as nicely to his needs as to her own. He trusted her and gave her the control she sought.

Each time she raised off him, stopping just before his cock slipped out of her completely, she tilted her pelvis for the descent, and the effect on him was devastating. The pressure of her pubic bone dragging down the length of him sent tremors through his entire body. She grinned watching his face as it hovered between a look of intense pleasure and incredible pain. It was the yin and yang of fucking. She bit her lower lip and moved even faster.

If she kept that up he'd cum in no time, so her grabbed her waist and lifted her off him, and placing one foot on the floor for support managed to flip them over in much the same position they were already in only with Tina on her back. Her legs rose into the air in a great V and while his cock had fallen out of her in the process he now plunged back inside her with a vengeance. 

Her legs folded and her ankles crossed behind him. Her arms did likewise about his neck, and he slid his hands and arms beneath her, clasping her tightly as his hips pumped his cock in and out of her with a quickening pace. The whole bed shook. The headboard slammed into the wall again and again and again and she laughed imaging the reaction of the people in the next room if they had been there and not at the blasted Delta Tau party. Since they were absent, however, she felt free to let the headboard break a hole in the wall if that was what happened.

Randy's cock became hard as rock inside her, a signal that his orgasm wasn't far away. She clasped him more tightly, holding on for the ride, and he fucked her with an incredible intensity. Neither of them could breathe for a while as their bodies slammed together, and when he grunted as the first spray of cum shot from his cock she closed her eyes and let her own climax take over control of her body.

When they were done, Randy made no attempt to get off her. His cock shriveled and fell out, laying wet and hot between her thighs. He kissed and bit her neck and shoulders as she languorously drew her fingernails up and down his back.

"So, what is it with you and Halloween anyway?" he asked.

Tina laughed, but the laugh had a ring of falsehood beneath it.

"I love you, too," she joked. "Nice question, all things considered." 

He lifted up slightly on stiff forearms. "No, really," he said. "What is it about Halloween you hate so much?"

Her face slackened. Her eyes focused on some point far beyond him in space and time.

"You don't want to know," she said.

"Of course I do," he told her. "It obviously means something to you."

She tried a smile. It refused to stick to her face and slid off again.

"I suppose you could say that," she said. 

By the look in her eyes she was somewhere else for the moment, somewhere uncomfortable at best.

"What is it?" he asked. "It's the only thing between us any more. It's the last thing between us. I want to know."

She lay beneath him, warm and silent for a long time. Her eyes continued to see other places, and when she finally spoke her voice came from far away.

"You know that place you and the guys went to tonight?" she asked.

"The Porter house," he said. "How'd you know we went there?"

"You always do," she said. "Sooner or later, everyone in this town goes there, to see where it happened, to pretend they can know what it felt like to be there. Especially tonight, the night it all happened."

He waited for more. When nothing came he asked, "Okay, so what's that got to do with you?"

Now her eyes focused on him, and they trapped his gaze as if in the jaws of a steel bear trap.

"I was there that night," she said.

His heart stopped for a second.

"Omigod," he said in a whisper. "The scars! You were the Witch! They said the girl dressed as a witch survived."

Her eyes averted momentarily then returned to their battle with his. Her hands left his back and fell slack at her sides. Her head rolled slowly from side to side.

"Not the witch," she said. "But I was there."

He tried to imagine which of the other costumed children she had been. The ghost perhaps? Yoda? But, the rest had all died, cut up into bleeding pulp before their parents could stop him.

"I was inside," she said. 

He had no idea what she meant.

"You know me as Tina Brecht," she told him. "My real name is Porter. Tina Porter."

Her right hand dipped below the side of the mattress, to the place where the mattress rested atop the box spring.

"But, they said he killed his family that night," Randy said. "His wife and...daughter...just before the kids knocked at his door."

She shook her head slowly. "That was to protect me," she said. 

Her fingers slid beneath the edge of the mattress.

******

Don Porter had always made his wife, Tracy, go somewhere else on Halloween. A neighbor's all-night party, a relative's in another town, anywhere so long as she wasn't home again until sunrise. He never told her why, and she loved him and trusted him enough not to ask.

When Tina was born Tracy hoped things would change, but he was even more adamant than ever that she keep their child as far away from him as possible. For ten years she did as he wished, but that night Tina had talked her Mom into playing a trick on her father, and shortly after they left that night they circled back and came in through the kitchen door to surprise him.

Everyone got a surprise that night.

He shoved the butcher knife into Tracy's chest seven times before she went down. Tina fell over her mother, crying, and Daddy hit her with the knife three times in the back.

And then someone knocked at the door. 

Don Porter got up and on his way to the foyer grabbed a bowl of candy Tracy had left for him to give out to the trick-or-treaters. The parents subdued him after he hacked their children up into bits right there on his front stoop, and he never got a chance to go back and finish off his daughter.

******

"I lived," she said. "I wasn't supposed to, and some days I wish I hadn't, but they said I died and they sent me to live somewhere else, to grow up with another name, to grow up being another person. But, it didn't work."

Her hand grasped the thing hidden beneath the mattress, and she very slowly drew it out.

"I'm still a Porter," she said.

Her right arm stretched up over their bodies. Her hand was closed in a white-knuckled fist about the handle of the knife.

"And Halloween still means the same to me as it did to my father."

Her arm came down quickly. The knife made a sound like a shovel being driven into wet sand as it pierced Randy's back. His body stiffened, his eyes ballooned open. 




I Told You Not To Be Here!



"It means everyone around me must die," she said.

She yanked the knife out and raised it again for another stab. Blood and a string of flesh dripped off it.

"I told you you didn't want to be with me tonight," she said.

Her arm brought the knife down again.

"I told you..."

And again.

"But you wouldn't listen..."

And again.

"You wouldn't listen..."

And again...