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A New Dawn Ch. 04

By: amazed_n_confused



Thanks again all for the feedback I'm getting from these stories of Tom and Dawn, sorry this one's taken so long to get written. A couple of you have made requests so I'm going to try and make some of you happy with this story. As always, enjoy...

After their little escapade in the office toilets, Tom and Dawn had decided to be a bit more careful at work. As enjoyable and exciting as it had been for both of them, it wasn't worth risking their jobs over. Besides, it just meant that it was all the more pleasurable when they finally got home together and could act out what they had been imagining all day.

Both knew that the other truly loved them, and this made their relationship even stronger. That's what it was now, a relationship. It had started as two people who just loved having sex, but now they felt like a real couple, going out to movies, for meals and all the other things that a couple do. It was on one of these nights out, after a particularly good meal that Dawn suggested doing something different.

"Let's go to the place we first met tonight," she said as the walked down the street arm in arm.

"Isn't it a bit late to be going to work?" Tom laughed.

"No silly," Dawn giggled, slapping his arm. " I mean the bar where we had our first night out together."

"Sounds like a good idea," Tom replied smiling. "Its only early, and I feel like showing off my beautiful girlfriend."

Dawn kissed his cheek lovingly. "You old smoothy, you know how to flatter a girl don't you? I had another idea though"

Tom grinned, curious. "And what would that be?"

"Let's pretend we're not together, and you can chat me up, like you did before. It'll be fun."

"Why would I want to do that? I already have you, and I have no intention of letting you go."

"Well if you don't fancy it..." Dawn began.

"No, no," Tom said with mock strain in his voice. "If it'll make you happy..."

They both laughed and hugged each other tightly.

"It's only 'round the corner," Dawn said, still laughing. "I'll go in first and you follow me in a couple of minutes."

"OK," said, kissing her lips. "Don't get up to anything you shouldn't before I get there."

Dawn returned his kiss and with a wink walked around the corner and out of sight. Tom pushed his hands into his pockets and waited. After what felt like an age, he checked his watch and wandered around the corner himself and down the street toward the bar. Inside it was quite busy, being a Friday night, and he quickly scanned the room for any sign of Dawn. He couldn't see her anywhere so made his way to the bar and ordered a drink. Sipping his drink, he looked around the room again. Still no sign of Dawn, maybe she had gone to the toilet. Thinking of this, he remembered their time in the office toilet, and he smiled to himself.

"Hello Tom," said a familiar voice directly behind him. He spun on his stole to see Julie, another of his co-workers from the office.

"Hi Julie," said Tom, surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?"

"Just getting drunk on a Friday night, like everybody else," Julie giggled. "What about you?"

"Oh the same," Tom lied. This could get awkward. Although Tom and Dawn were a definite item now, they had decided that they wouldn't tell anybody at work if they could help it. It was a terrible rumour mill and Julie was one of the worst gossips there. Looking over her shoulder he could see Dawn, and realised that she had spotted Julie too. It looked like Dawn plan had gone out of the window. Instead of signalling Tom to leave as he had expected her too, he was surprised when she walked straight over to them.

"Hiya Julie," Dawn smiled, giving her a big hug. "Fancy seeing you here."

"Hi Dawn," said Julie, hugging her back.

"I see you've found Tom already. Has he bought you a drink yet?" Dawn asked.

"You didn't give him a chance," Julie laughed. "Are you two out together?"

"Well you know how it is Julie," said Dawn. "We were talking at work earlier and both of us had nothing to do tonight, so we decided to go out and have a few drinks."

"Is that right?" Julie winked.

Tom was in shock. He wasn't sure what Dawn was up to, but he knew that by ten Monday morning, everybody in the building would know he and Dawn had been out together, from the MD to the cleaning lady.

"There's a table free over there," said Dawn, de-railing Tom's chain of thought. "Why don't you join us Julie?"

"Sure, I'd love to," replied Julie. "I'll just go and get my things from over there, join you in a minute." 

As she wandered off, Tom just stared at Dawn as she led him to the table.

"Change of plan," Dawn whispered, grinning.

"I thought we weren't going to tell anybody at work?" Tom hissed. "They'll all know by Monday."

"Then we need to do something to stop Julie saying anything don't we?" Dawn replied, still grinning. "Just follow my lead and trust me."

Tom didn't have time to say anything as Julie rejoined them. As she moved to sit down, Dawn moved out of the way and said, "Here Julie, sit in the middle."

The night wore on, with the three of them getting increasingly drunk, or at least, that's the way it seemed. Every time their glasses were empty, Dawn insisted on going to the bar to get more. For every single Tom and she were drinking, Julie was drinking a double. After a while, Julie announced that she had to "powder her nose", and wandered off in the direction of the toilets. Dawn moved closer to Tom and kissed him.

"I don't think getting her drunk will do it," Tom laughed, resigned to the fact that their private lives were going to be a lot less private from now on.

"That's not the plan," Dawn grinned. "How would you like to see more of Julie?"

Tom stared at Dawn, not quite sure what she meant.

"How would you," Dawn continued. "Like to see Julie naked, and just begging to be fucked by the both of us?"

Just the thought of this made Toms cock stir in his trousers, but he was also worried. "Are you serious?" he gasped. "What if she's not into it? It could cause a load of shit for you at work, you know what a gossip she is!"

"Well," Dawn replied. " I already know she's into you. Some of the girls were talking about guys they'd like to fuck in the office."

"And what about you? She might not be so keen on that idea."

"Let me worry about that," Dawn giggled. "From what I've heard about Julie, she's a really dirty slut who just loves it kinky. I think we can persuade her."

Tom had to admit; the thought of seeing Dawn and Julie together was one hell of a turn on. While Dawn was tall with fiery red hair, Julie was shorter with long, jet-black hair and while Dawns breasts were impressive, Julies were huge. The two of them together would be quite a contrast.

Dawn smiled, obviously reading his mind. "Would you like to see me fucking her?" she whispered in his ear. "Would my naughty boy like to see his girlfriends hard cock sliding in and out of her tight little cunt?"

"Oh fuck yes," Tom groaned.

"I'd better go and check on her then," Dawn smiled, kissing him on the cheek. "Won't be long." With that she was up and heading for the toilets to find Julie.

By the time Dawn and Julie returned, Tom had got another round of drinks and almost finished his. The girls slid into the seat beside Tom and Julie pressed up tight against him.

"Dawn's told me all about your plan for this evening," she giggled in his ear. "Sounds like a lot of fun to me." As she spoke, her hand slid up Toms thigh, coming to rest over his stiffening cock and he tongue flicked out, tickling his ear. "So what are we waiting for, let's go to bed!"

The three of them left the bar and hailed a taxi to take them back to what Tom was sure was going to be an interesting night. Once in the taxi, Dawn and Julie in the back, Tom in the front, the girls began to hug. Tom watched over his shoulder as Dawn cupped Julie's large breasts in her hands and kissed her passionately, their tongues fighting against each other. Tom looked over at the driver, noticing that he had adjusted his mirror to watch the two girls. He smiled at Tom and mouthed the words, "Lucky bastard". Tom grinned to himself as he turned back to watch the girls. Julies hand was now inside Dawns top, caressing and squeezing her firm breasts as Dawns hands ran up Julies stocking clad legs and up under her short skirt. Dawn broke their kiss and smiled at Tom. "Enjoying the view lover? Just you wait 'til we get home."

It didn't take long to arrive at Toms flat and Dawn and Julie walked arm in arm to the door as Tom paid the driver. Once in the flat, Julie went straight over to Tom and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. Dawn moved in behind Julie and ran her hands over her back and over her arse, pulling her skirt up around her waist and squeezing her firm arse cheeks. Julie moaned into Tom's mouth as Dawns hands caressed her, causing her to grind her pussy against his hardening cock.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, reaching down to grip Toms cock through his trousers. "Is that for us Tom? Are you going to fuck us with that big hard cock of yours?"

Tom groaned at her touch and her words. Julie seemed to like talking dirty just as much as Dawn did, and Tom loved it.

Dawn kissed Julies neck as her hands roamed over her body and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry Julie. I'm sure you'll be getting lots of hard hot cock inside you tonight, don't you Tom?" She winked at him.

Tom smiled as he gripped the bottom of Julies t-shirt and pulled it up and off over her head. Her large breasts bounced into view, barely contained within the lacy black bra that encased them. He watched as Dawns hands snaked around from behind Julie and grasped her heaving breasts.

"Mmmmm," moaned Dawn. "I think we're going to have some fun with these lovely big tits don't you Tom?"

As if in reply, Tom reached out and unclasped Julies front fastening bra, releasing her and showing her already hard nipples to the light of day. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he rubbed his thumbs across her nipples, making them even harder and causing Julie to let out a low, deep groan of pleasure. Dawn meanwhile sank to her knees and removed Julie's skirt. Her hands caressed Julies firm arse before hooking her fingers into the waistband of her tiny black g string and sliding them down her long slender legs, leaving her standing between them in just her stockings and high heels. Julie thrust her arse back at Dawn, causing her breasts to push harder into Toms hands as Dawn ran her long tongue all over the flesh of Julies arse, pulling her cheeks apart and lapping lovingly along her arse crack.

Tom stepped beck from the girls, Julie watching him the whole time as he started to undress. His hard cock was aching painfully as it pushed against the material of his trousers, fighting to be released. Stripping quickly he sat on the sofa and took his cock in his hand and stroked it, his fingers running over the head and smearing his pre-cum all over it. Dawn stood behind Julie and whispered in her ear.

"You said you wanted to taste Toms big hard cock baby," she breathed. "It's waiting for you to wrap your lips around it and suck out all that lovely hot cum. I want to see you drink it all you dirty little slut!"

Without a word Julie walked toward Tom and sank to her knees between his open legs. Moaning softly she worked her way up his thighs, raining kisses down on them as she moved ever closer to his raging hard cock. Tom threw his head back at the sensation of the soft touch of her lips on his skin. Looking at Dawn again he saw her tearing of her own clothes, leaving just her stockings, heels and panties on. As Julies mouth closed on his cock, Dawn got down behind her and pushed a finger roughly into Julies wet pussy, making her moan out loud and sending a wave of vibrations through Toms cock.

"Oh you like that don't you, you dirty little fuck slut?" groaned Dawn, pushing her fingers harder into Julie. "Tom and I are going to fuck you all night. You're cunt is going to be so well fucked you're not going to be able to walk tomorrow! You're going to be our filthy little whore aren't you?"

Tom groaned at Dawns words. She knew dirty talk turned him on, and it was always a good sign that she was hot for some nasty fucking.

"Oh fuck yes!" Julies moaned, releasing Toms cock from her lips. "I want you both to treat me like a slut. I love being a dirty little bitch! The nastier the better! Just make me cum Dawn, eat my fucking cunt, please!"

Tom grabbed Julie's head and forced his cock back into her mouth. He was in heaven! Two dirty talking women and her was going to get to fuck them both! And he was going to get to see Dawn fuck Julie, he could hardly wait.

At Julies request, Dawn buried her face between her legs, licking greedily as Julies wet pussy. Tom could see Dawns head moving up and down slightly and her hands gripping her arse, digging her long nails into the flesh. Julie meanwhile was working wonders on his cock. Her head bobbed up and down, taking his entire shaft deep into her throat as her long tongue wound it way around, making him push his hips up and try to force more cock into her pretty face. His hands fell to her head and stroked her hair, encouraging her to suck him harder and deeper. As she sucked him Tom suddenly felt her teeth graze against his shaft and bite him, gently at first, but then with more force. This was enough for Tom. His hips bucked as he felt his balls tighten and the first hot blast erupt form his cock. Julie quickly pulled Toms cock from her mouth and aimed it at herself, taking the second and third blast straight in her face. She pumped his cock hard as he her coated her skin in sticky cum, thick ropes of it dripping from her chin and landing on his thighs. She smiled up at him as she ran her tongue along his legs, making sure she didn't miss a drop.

"Fuck... your cum...tastes.... so good," she panted, finding it hard to talk as Dawn continued to eat her. Tom smiled down at her as her wiped his cock across her face.

"There's going to be plenty of cum for you tonight you dirty slut," he grinned.

Suddenly Julies eyes squeezed tight shut as her body began to shake. All the time Tom had been spraying his cum over her face, Dawn had been eagerly licking at her pussy, fucking her with her tongue, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm, and it had finally hit. Julie screamed as an intense orgasm washed over her and her nails dug into Tom's thighs.

"OH FUCK!" she screamed. "You're making me cum so fucking hard you bitch! Eat my fucking cunt! YES! YES! YESSSSSSS!"

Dawn stopped licking Julies dripping pussy as her orgasm subsided and brought her hand down hard on her arse.

"You naughty girl," she scolded, her face covered with Julies juices. "I told you I wanted to see you drinking his cum."

"I couldn't help it Dawn," said Julie in her best innocent little girl's voice, her voice still coming in pants. "He just came so hard I didn't have time to tell you. I just had to take all that hot, sticky cum all over my face."

"Well in that case," grinned Dawn, "You both deserve to be punished. But first I want to lick all that lovely cum off your face, and you can lick your own off mine, you nasty girl."

Julie smiled sweetly as Dawn crawled towards her and wrapped her arms around her body. They kissed deeply before Dawn slid her wet tongue across Julie's cheek, swallowing down all of Toms cum as Julie did the same to her.

Just watching them made Toms cock begin to stir again. His hand glided up and down it, wanking himself as he watched the two of them kiss his cum between their mouths.

Julie broke the kiss and looked longingly at Dawn.

"I think it's time you got off Dawn? Tom and me have both had the pleasure, now it's your turn."

Now was the make or brake time thought Tom. What would Julie do when she found out Dawn was packing a little extra in her panties?

Dawn smiled. "You want to help me cum do you, you naughty girl? Or do you think Tom should help you?"

"Oh I definitely think Tom should help," giggled Julie. "After all, he hasn't made anybody cum tonight. At least, not directly."

"Well in that case, why don't you take my panties off for me?"

"Mmmmm," moaned Julie. "I've been waiting for you to ask me all night."

Dawn stood up as Julie kneeled before her. Taking the sides of Dawns panties in each hand, she slowly pealed them down, revealing Dawns hard, hot cock.

It always amazed Tom that Dawn could keep her cock so well hidden in her panties, but what amazed him even more was Julie's reaction to it.

"Mmmmm, what do we have here?" she drooled as she proceeded to take it in her hand and run her tongue along its length. Opening her mouth wide, Julie swallowed down all of Dawns hard cock, making soft moaning noises as she sucked.

Tom just stared, not believing how easily Julie had accepted that Dawn had a cock. He looked up at Dawn, who had a wide grin across her beautiful face.

"I'm sorry Tom baby," she giggled. "I should have told you, Julie already knew about me before we got here. I told her when I went to check on her in the toilets. Actually, I showed her, quite the little cock sucker isn't she?"

Tom just laughed. "You're not kidding! Almost as good as you."

He got up and knelt beside Julie, running his hands over her body as she sucked. She took Dawns cock from her mouth and smiled at Tom.

"Dawn tells me you're not a bad cock sucker yourself. Why don't you show me, it would be soooo hot!"

Smiling, Tom took Dawns cock from Julies small hand and ran his tongue all around the head, kissing it gently before taking it between his lips. Slowly he started to bob his head back and forth, each time taking more and more inside until her balls were hitting his chin.

"Oh fuck that's naughty," moaned Julie. "You two are just so fucking sexy. I want you both so much, my cunt is just aching for some hard cock!"

Dawn pushed Tom away from her hard throbbing cock and smiled down at him.

"You heard the slut my naughty little boy," she breathed. "Get down on your back so this dirty bitch can ride your fat cock. I want to se her wet cunt siding up and down your cock!"

Tom did as he was told as Julie threw a leg over and straddled him, slowly sinking down until her pussy lips were brushing against the tip of his cock.

"Sit on it you fucking slut!" shouted Dawn. "I want to see him split your cunt in two, I want you to fuck him hard!"

Julie sank down hard, screaming out as Tom's hard cock penetrated her, sliding down until she could feel his balls against her skin. Resting her hands on his chest she began to bounce up and down, Dawn watching the whole time as Toms glistening, pussy juice covered cock slid in and out.

"Oh fuck your cock feels so good you fucker!" wailed Julie as she rode him as hard as she could. Tom's hands rose to her heavy breasts and cupped them, feeling them bounce with each movement of her body. "That's it! Squeeze my lovely tits as I ride your big juicy cock you dirty bastard!"

Tom looked past Julies writhing body to where Dawn was standing watching them. Her right hand flashed along the length of her cock, the tip glistening with pre-cum as her other hand worked at her tits, pinching her nipples hard. She moved closer to them and pushed Julie forward so that she could move in behind her.

"I want to see what a dirty slut you really are Julie," Dawn moaned in her ear. "I'm going to have you as well!"

Dawn reached over to the bedside cabinet and pulled out a tube of lubricant. She squeezed it hard and let a large glob land on the crack of Julies arse where she rubbed it in with her long fingers before doing the same to her hard aching cock. Getting as close as she could, she started to rub her cock head over Julies arse, making her groan.

"Oh yes!" Julie moaned. "Fill my tight little arse up you bitch! Fuck my arse while I ride Toms cock, I want you both in me now!"


A New Dawn Ch. 04



Dawn didn't need a second invitation. She slowly pushed forward, Julies arsehole expanding around her shaft until she was right inside. With both cocks deep in her, Julie began to rock gently, feeling the friction from both of them. She had never felt so full and quickened her pace. Soon all three of them were moaning and groaning, their orgasms fast approaching.

"OH FUCKKKKKKKKK!" screamed Julie as her body convulsed, the orgasm coursing through her more intense than any she had ever known. "YES! YES! YES! Fuck me you filthy fuckers! Drown me in your cum!"

As Julie's orgasm subsided, Dawn slid out of her arse and pulled her off of Tom so that she was knelt facing her on the floor. She then helped Tom to his feet and the pair of them stood before Julie, wanking their cocks hard to give her the hot cum she craved.

"Mmmmm that's it you nasty pair, wank those cocks for your little slut. Cum all over me, please, I want to feel your hot sticky cum all over my body."

Dawn was the first to cum, and with a low groan shot her cum at Julie. The sticky liquid splashed onto Julie's face, her mouth open to catch as much as she could as she moaned and groaned, her fingers buried deep in her pussy. More and more cum fired from Dawns cock, with thick ropes dropping onto Julies heaving tits. Seeing Dawn cumming and the mess she was making of Julie set Tom off, and with a last hard jerk of his cock he to joined in with coating Julie with cum.

"Oh yeah, cum on me both of you," moaned Julie, rubbing the mixture into her tits. "It feels so fucking good."

As they finished cumming, both Dawn and Tom fell to their knees beside Julie and took turns kissing her deeply, tasting their cum on her full red lips and licking it from her skin until it was all gone.

"That was so hot," breathed Julie, her fingers still idly stroking her clit. "I hope this wasn't a one time thing?"

Dawn giggled as she kissed Julies cheek. "Well I don't mind sharing if Tom doesn't. What do you think baby?"

"I think something could be arranged," Tom laughed. "But this has to be our little secret."

"Oh definitely," smiled Julie. "That way I keep you two all to myself!"

"In that case," said Dawn. "There's no point you going home now. I'm sure we can fit you in our bed for the night."

Helping each other up, they made their way to the bedroom, for what Tom hoped would be another amazing night to be shared with Dawn.



A New Dawn Ch. 04



Lisa arrived on time. She was wearing a tight white top, which crossed-over at the breasts, creating a curved triangle framing each breast. She had on a short skirt and knee-length boots. Phillip opened the door to her and said immediately, "You look great Lisa. I hope you didn't go to work like that, you'll give those academics heart attacks."

She laughed, "No, I thought if Dawn was going to tell one of her stories that I should dress appropriately."

Dawn came out of the bedroom, wearing a loose blouse half-unbuttoned and jeans. She too commented on Lisa's dress. "Looking nice tonight Lisa. That top shows off your chest well."

"Errm, thanks," Lisa said. She was unused to such matter-of-fact observations about her body.

"Phillip is getting the barbecue going, so let's have a drink first. Phillip, stop drooling." Dawn shook her head in mock admonishment. "Sorry Lisa, a bit of boob flesh and he forgets his manners."

"Yes, drinks" Phillip said, going to the kitchen.

They talked about work for a while as Phillip cooked some kebabs and steaks on the barbecue. Lisa munched on the salad on the table. Every time she leant forward her breasts squeezed together, threatening to flow out from the confines of her top. It was noticed by both Dawn and Phillip that she seemed to do this more often than might be ascribed to chance.

Once the food was on the table and more wine opened Dawn asked "Shall I begin? It gets quite steamy tonight, mind you."

Lisa spurted her wine "What, and the other stories were mild?"

"As long as you're prepared.

"I didn't go directly to Naples, I think I was still reluctant to acknowledge that my trip had changed irrevocably. As the train left Florence I realized that I hadn't seen anything of the city. I had intended to visit art galleries and churches, to appreciate the great renaissance works. I didn't know much about art (I still don't if I'm honest), but as a pretentious teenager I was sure it would appeal to me. Instead I had spent my time having sex with strangers and flashing my tits around. It occurred to me that I may just as well have gone on a two-week shagging holiday to Benidorm like all the other teenagers. This was quite depressing since I thought myself so superior to that. I tried consoling myself that what I had done was qualitatively different, that it wasn't the same thing as any nineteen year old bimbo on holiday shagging anything she could."

"Oh, I think you're being hard on yourself," Lisa objected. "After all I wouldn't be interested in the stories of a booze and sex holiday - they're boring. This is much more unusual."

Flashing a quick acknowledgement to Phillip, Dawn patted Lisa's hand. "That's nice of you to say. At the time I had one of those attacks of self-doubt. Anyway, I went to Rome for a couple of days. I did all the usual tourist things, saw the Sistine Chapel, the Spanish Steps, the Trevi Fountain. And no sex. Not even flirting. It was nice, but somehow I couldn't help feeling a bit patronising towards the other inter-railers I met. They thought that this was the big deal, but for me it seemed so tame now, as if I had been given an insight into a secret world and from that point it is difficult not to feel almost sympathy for those who don't know. A nineteen year-old is an enormously egotistical beast, and to be told over the course of two or three days how special, beautiful and different you are creates some sort of monster. I don't know if others detected it, but I think now I must have been condescending to all of them. Never mind, one has to go through these things.

"So, although Rome was interesting and exciting in its own way, it confirmed for me that my trip had changed. This was no longer enough. But I didn't know what to do next, I couldn't see how to create the sort of situation I had enjoyed in Florence. I dashed off a quick postcard to Antonia, promising to write later. Then I went to Capri. I thought that because it had some connection with Florence, because Frederico had arranged it, then this was where the story would continue. 

"I found the bar without a problem. It was in a quiet part of the island at the end of Bay of Marina Piccola, with a small courtyard out the front and inside a bar along one wall, with four tables lined up on the opposite one. As I approached there were a couple of tables occupied, but it wasn't that busy. A middle-aged man was wiping down the bar. He wore an apron and smoked a bedraggled cigarette.

"'Hello', I said, 'are you Giuseppe?'

"He looked up, his eyes not focusing on me. He looked tired. I waited for the question to register. His look coalesced into the present. 'Giuseppe? Yes, that's me.' He didn't seem pleased by the knowledge.

"'I'm Dawn,' I continued chirpily.

"Again there was no recognition. He just stared at me. He seemed nice enough, just a little vague, or harassed. He was thinning on top and slightly overweight. A tobacco stain browned his greying moustache. He wiped his rather messy hands down the stained apron. He looked back at me and then finally remembered. 'Oh, yes, Frederico called. Good, good, you are here.' He handed me the cloth. 'Please wipe the tables and ashtrays.' With that he disappeared out the back of the bar where I heard lots of crashing and water running. This was a man with a lot of jobs to do. I sighed and got to work. I wondered how someone as suave and impressive as Frederico was friends with this nervous, grubby man. You couldn't imagine them sitting at a bar together, but what did I know?

"Over the next few days I discovered the reason for Giuseppe's harassed state. Maria was Giuseppe's wife. She was a big, formidable woman, who eyed me suspiciously, her arms folded across her ample chest. Her long, brown hair draped down over her floral dress, separating at every curve and bulge, and thus accentuating these. She made me nervous, but she made everyone nervous, especially Giuseppe. Silence seemed to emanate from her considerable bulk, a dominating silence that destroyed the words in your throat before they were formed. We all moved around her quietly, not meeting her gaze. As I first thought, Giuseppe was a kindly, but henpecked man. His face looked to be in a permanent wince, like when someone aims at an elastic band at you. I caught him looking at me a few times in the first few days. When he saw that I noticed his lingering stare he didn't look embarrassed at me, instead his immediate reaction was to quickly look at his wife, as if it was her who had caught him looking. 

"The bar had a steady but not excessive trade. I worked from lunch until closing time, which was whenever the last person left. It wasn't a late night resort, but even so I was still there until two some nights. Giuseppe or Maria did all of the cooking so I just served. I was staying in a shared apartment with an Australian girl, who also worked in a bar.

"We had some locals at the bar and the usual holiday crowd, mainly couples. For a week not much happened. I worked hard and was tired every night. On my day off I went sightseeing. Capri really is beautiful, you should go if ever you get the chance. I borrowed some snorkelling equipment from the Australian and had a lovely day. But as I had begun to suspect in Rome, I wasn't satisfied. That night, lying in bed, I became quite concerned. It was as if my adventures in Florence had forever tainted things for me. I could no longer enjoy things for what they were. Prior to Florence this would have been an adventure in itself and I would have been congratulating myself on what a brave, free-minded young thing I was. But it all seemed a bit pale, I felt I was waiting for something else to happen. All this was the backdrop. 

"I wanted to continue the development that had started in Florence, but as yet I didn't know how to initiate these things. Without Antonia there to guide me, I was caught between my old self and my new self. Like all changes this transition period can be difficult to negotiate, and often results in relapse. Like people who suddenly decide to get fit, they'll be enthusiastic for a few weeks, going down the gym or whatever, but once that initial period wears off, they either settle into it as a new habit or they revert to their old ways. I was probably only a week or two away from deciding that Florence was just a teenage experiment as I made my stumbling way towards being an adult. I thought of telephoning Antonia and telling her this, seeking her advice, but I knew that this would be an admission of failure. I had found people who thought I was interesting, adventurous and special. I hadn't really been appreciated like that before - as an adult and I didn't want to jeopardise it. I had a feeling they were rather overestimating me, so I didn't want to give them any reason to doubt me. Having promised to write to Antonia I felt that my next letter to her would essentially define who I was going to be. I had the car encounter with Marcello to provide a detailed account of, but she would know about this already. I needed something else. What I said previously about wanting something, anything to help define me at this delicate stage in my life I felt particularly keenly at this time. If I had met a nice young Italian I would have been busy learning Italian and planning how to go and live there. I see that a lot in young middle-class kids now - they have everything so they need to find something to desire, something to make them feel different. I just happened to find sex. 

"The letter to Antonia began to grow in significance for me. Every day that I had nothing to write its importance increased. I stopped writing in my diary, because it was a reminder that I should be writing that letter, but I had nothing to say. I thought about making something up, but I knew once I did that I would never progress. I thought I must be able to have a holiday fling in a beautiful place like this, like everyone else does. But that too wasn't what I was after. It had to be something special. So I just waited, not knowing what to do.

"So when Thursday came around I was feeling a bit, well confused. Giuseppe was away for the day, visiting his mother in Bari, which he did every Thursday. This left just Maria and me. I dreaded it. She was even grumpier than usual, having to cope with all the cooking. She didn't trust me to do much, which made her task all the more difficult. She kept barking instructions and orders from the kitchen. We were busy at lunchtime and I messed up some orders. I think she got them wrong, but she blamed me anyway. It quietened down in the afternoon, then we had an early evening rush, but by eleven most people had left to take in the sunset. 

"A fat, rather mean looking Italian man who often came by was seated at the table by the door. I had noticed Giuseppe, and even Maria, being particularly attentive to him and rather deferential. We also had a young German couple in, who had been in for the past two nights, so were probably on holiday. Apart from this there were two Italian lads, probably my age, who had arrived on their scooters and drank coffee very slowly. They talked animatedly with stereotypical exaggerated gestures, but became quiet and coy whenever I approached. In the past Giuseppe might have let me go home with such a small crowd, as he had to stay to lock up. But given the mood Maria was in I wasn't going to ask, so I sat at the bar, thinking about my predicament and composing a deliberately nonchalant and ambiguous letter to Antonia that would give the impression I was so busy I had barely had time to write it, and would go in to more details later. At least that would get it off my mind.

"Fat man waved his hand for some more service. Maria had served him all night, but she was busy so I took his order. As I collected his glass he leant back in his chair, to give me an obvious appraisal. He was quite open and unashamed about it, as if he were considering buying a vase or something. He had slicked back hair, which he now ran his hand through several times. He pouted his slug-like bottom lip, nodding his large head in what I suppose was appreciation. I was wearing some green shorts and a white button-up vest top. I wasn't at my sexiest, but the motion of leaning over stretched the fabric of my top against my breast, specifying a clear contour. I ignored his stares and wiped the table. He said he would like to order some food and when I came around to his side to look at the menu as he ordered, he ran a hand up my leg. I knocked it aside with a bash of my hip and took the order - some bread and oils, with some Italian meats. I waltzed back in, angry at his attitude. I was met by the damning gaze of Maria. I thought she was going to blame me, accuse me of flirting with customers and that this was not that sort of establishment. Instead, she pulled me around the back of the bar by the hand. I was getting ready to slap her and walk out, when she pushed me down in a seat.

"'Do you know who that is?' she demanded, her arms crossed in front of her like the formidable matriarch.

"I shrugged, feeling myself revert to the moody teenager again. It was impossible to feel anything other than childlike in her presence. I had noticed this with everyone - customers, friends, delivery men - they all seemed to lose their own will and ability to make decisions, through fear of arousing her wrath. So they became meek, awaiting her orders, engaging in minor forms of rebellion. 'No,' I pouted. 'Don't care either.'

"'He is Don Aitello. He is a very powerful man around here. If he wanted to he could have this bar closed like that.' She snapped her fingers aggressively. I just stared at her fingers, as if they held the answer. She continued, 'if he wants to touch your leg, then what does it matter? You let him.'

"By this I wondered if she meant he was the local mafia, or just an influential businessman, or whether the distinction between the two was somewhat blurred down here.'But Maria' I protested, 'I am not going to let a man grope me just because it will help your business.'

"'I know what kind of girl you are,' she said, looking me up and down with a sneer. I wondered then if Frederico had told Giuseppe about what I had done in Florence, and if Giuseppe would have had the courage to tell Maria. I didn't think so, maybe she just sensed it in me, or maybe she just viewed all young English girls that way. Whatever it was she felt confident enough of her view to reach down and undo two buttons of my top to reveal some cleavage. She nodded once, satisfied, and then indicated I should leave.

"I went to serve the young couple, who ordered some more drinks. I felt Don Aitello watching me all the way across the little courtyard. He definitely noticed I had a bit more on show and with that arrogance of a powerful man turned his chair around to blatantly watch as I took the orders from the Germans. I'm not sure if they noticed I was a bit more undone than previously. She was skinny and tall, and everything about her seemed to be formed from clear angles. She had a strong jaw line which extended to an apex at her chin. Her nose was sharp and her lips created from three triangles. Her hair was cut in a Cleopatra bob, with perfect right angles at the temples and at the base of her neck. Even her eyes were angular, two unblinking diamonds. All this geometry gave her an unusual beauty. Her husband had scruffy short hair, and an intense look about him. He was the quiet one of the two, and she seemed the outgoing one. They talked to me for a bit, and I got to practice some of my German. While she asked me what I was doing here and that sort of stuff, I noticed her husband fix that intense gaze on my cleavage. I know I shouldn't have done it, but I deliberately half-turned so the two halves of the top were pulled in different directions, giving him a better view. Then I left to fetch the drinks.

"Inside Aitello's food was ready. Maria handed me the tray, looked at my breasts, moving her mouth as if considering something. I didn't move. Finally, she gave a firm nod, reached out and undid another button. Even without bending over the top half of my breasts were now displayed, with some of my black bra visible.

"'So this is how it continues,' I thought and a flush of excitement went through me. Maria noticed my sudden redness, and for the first time ever, gave me a reassuring nod.

"I took the food out to Don Aitello. He licked his lips in a lecherous way, leaving me with no doubt it wasn't the food that inspired this gesture. I kept my gaze away from his, making sure I acted normally. I didn't know which way this was going to play out, so I needed to keep some distance.

"As I put the tray down and unloaded the plates, he pushed himself back in his chair again, his large, solid belly lurching upwards. He nodded his approval as my breasts squeezed together as I put the last plate down. He was so arrogant and oily that I wanted to slap him, but it was also exciting, being on show like that. I needed the other people in the bar though, in a way they made it safer. I felt trusting of the German couple and rather superior to the two nervous Italians, so I felt as though they were on my side. If it had just been Don Aitello and Maria I don't think I would have gone along with it.

"Anyway, I stood up and asked him if there was anything else he wanted, which I regretted as soon as I said it, since it sounded like a line from a bad porno film. He smirked, perhaps also recognising its corniness. He looked me up and down again, I was beginning to feel like a piece of merchandise. I looked bored and waited impatiently, tapping my foot. Finally he shook his head, and reached up stroking my thigh. I flinched but then stood still, neither giving him encouragement nor pulling away, but staying impassive. His hand went up and down lightly a few times, then he turned me around and with a pat of my behind, sent me back to the bar. I put as much confidence and swagger into my walk back as I could. I knew the others in the bar had seen what had happened and I didn't want to seem like the meek little girl.

"Inside I was greeted by something I had never seen before - a large friendly smile on the face of Maria. 'Well done,' she said.' He was pleased.'

"I huffed and feigned disinterest, 'who cares?'

"She raised an eyebrow, registering what I wasn't sure. Then she gave me the drinks for the German couple.

"I took these out, being careful not to look at Don Aitello. The Germans both gave me a warm smile, and I couldn't help reciprocating. 

"'Did you mind that pig putting his hands on you?' the woman asked.

"I shrugged. 'Not really. It doesn't mean much to me.'

"Then her husband surprised me. It's always the quiet, intense ones isn't it? He said in a calm monotone, as if he were telling me that he preferred tea to coffee, 'we like your breasts.'

"Now over the years I've had a few drunken men say to me things like 'you've got great tits', and nothing could be less of a turn-on. I expect you've had the same Lisa. But when this man said this I felt a warm flush. I think it was that 'we' that excited me. It meant they'd been discussing me and with my new ego to feed, I relished that. I looked down at my breasts. 'Thankyou' I said, trying to match his tone.

"'Why did you undo your top? Was it for him?' the woman asked.

"I didn't know what to say. I didn't really know myself. 'The boss wants to keep him happy,' I said.

"'Will you show him more?' the man asked. 

"'Would you like me to?' I countered.

"'Yes,' he replied, unfazed. 'And whatever you do, Claudia will match you.' He indicated his wife, who beamed at me. She undid three buttons on her blouse to show her agreement. She didn't have large breasts, but she used them well.

"'It will be fun,' she said, adjusting her khaki top to show off more of her upper chest. Two defined clavicles protruded from the otherwise smooth surface. I wanted to stroke them. I looked across and Don Aitello had been watching this all with a keen interest.




A New Dawn Ch. 04



"I went to go back inside again. As I passed Don Aitello his hand whipped out surprisingly quickly and caught mine. He said something in Italian, which I didn't understand, but I caught the word Maria, and guessed he wanted me to send her out. As he said this, holding my wrist with one hand his other one greedily mauled my bum. I couldn't help it, but after the conversation with the Germans I was turned on, and I pressed my bum back on to his hand.

"The two lads called me over before I got inside. As they ordered two more coffees a tentative hand touched my thigh. Having seen the fat man touch me up, they obviously wanted to find out if it was open to everyone. I didn't respond and the hand got braver, moving up my outside thigh and then rolling inwards to brush the apex of my legs. I snapped them shut and walked away.

"Inside Maria had seen everything and was looking puzzled. I turned my back to her and undid my top. I removed my bra and did my top back up again to the same point as before. I undid some lower buttons and tied the bottom half up, so my belly was exposed. Then I went up to the bar and gave Maria the order for the coffees. 

"'Don Aitello wants to see you,' I told her. 

"She hadn't moved after I had removed my bra and was staring at my chest. With all the groping I had been receiving my nipples were prominent through the top. Suddenly she snapped her gaze back to my face. 'What? Don Aitello? Why?' It was the first time I had seen her flustered. With my last act I had taken control of the situation, she was no longer its director, and this unnerved her.

"'I don't know. Maybe he wants to see you like me. In which case you'll need to show a bit more.' Feeling my new power I reached over the bar and unbuttoned her dress. She was wearing a cream floral dress and when I opened it up to the halfway point it revealed a massive expanse of flesh. Around her upper breasts there were some stretch marks, like striations on a landmass. Her cleavage seemed impossibly deep and dark. I wondered if I had gone too far. She was, after all, a conservative Italian woman. But she didn't acknowledge what I had done, instead busying herself with the coffees. She handed these to me and then she went outside. Before I followed her I picked up my bra, and hidden from the view of the two Italians I waved it at the German couple. The woman gave me a thumbs up sign and immediately reached around her back to undo her bra, which she removed through the sleeve of her top. This act went unnoticed by Don Aitello who was transfixed by the mass of boob flesh now approaching him. It was however observed by the two Italians who were still staring when I placed the coffees on their table. They did a comic double take when they looked away and then noticed my now braless state. Between the sexy German, the voluptuous Maria and myself they didn't know where to focus and kept shifting their heads, hoping not to miss anything. I was watching Maria, so I was turned away from them. I felt one hand on my thigh again and another on my bum.

"Maria was leaning forward and giggling like a young girl. Don Aitello's hand was on her large thigh. I watched it move upwards, and take the weight of one of those substantial breasts. Meanwhile the hand on my thigh had worked inwards and was no rubbing my fanny through my shorts. I rocked backwards on it ever so slightly. There was now another hand on my thigh and one rubbing my back inside my top. Don Aitello undid another of Maria's buttons, revealing the huge white bra she wore. He was whispering in her ear. Over on the other table, Claudia was standing now, while her husband stroked her thighs. The hand rubbing my back now slid its way around the front and cupped my left breast.

"Just then Maria and Don Aitello broke apart and signalled for me to come over. The hands on me instantly withdrew, like night animals when a torch is directed at them. I shuddered from the sudden withdrawal of attention, but walked over to Don Aitello. I was incredibly aroused by this time, needless to say. I stood in front of him, and smiling at Maria, he stroked my stomach, sliding his hand inside the waistband of my shorts. Then he undid the button of my shorts. Everybody stopped. I was aware of everyone looking at me, motionless. There was an incredible tension in the air. It seemed as though people had even stopped breathing. It felt very tangible, the excitement, lust and also anticipation from all these participants. It all depended on the next action.

"I couldn't bear it any more, so to break it I undid my fly and dropped my shorts, pulling down my knickers at the same time. I stepped out of these. The deep flame of my bush was now directly in front of Don Aitello's face. He just stared at it. I picked up a breadstick and slowly slid it into my damp fanny. Then, keeping eye contact with Don Aitello I pulled it out and offered the moist end to him. Dumbfounded he bit off a small piece. I now undid my top quickly, pulling it open to reveal my flushed chest. I don't think my nipples have ever been that extended. I picked up the small dish of olive oil from the table and poured it over my breasts. They gleamed in the light. I then leant forward, proffering them up to Don Aitello. He slurped the oil from them, getting it all around his face. He pulled one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked hungrily. One hand now massaged the other breast, while the other hand rubbed his crotch.

"I pulled away from him and moved around behind Maria. He made no protest or effort to move. I found this extremely exciting, the way this powerful man was reduced to a simpleton because of me, the way I had complete authority over the situation. Standing behind Maria I reached over her shoulders and undid the remaining buttons on her dress. I pulled it open and then, with both hands scooped one of her mozzarella breasts out of its bra. It felt soft and heavy, like bread dough. I repeated this with the other breast. She too offered no resistance. Her huge breasts flopped down onto her stomach. The aureola were the size of my head, easily more than a handspand across. We all stared at these for a while. I picked up Don Aitello's hands and placed them on Maria's breasts. She took in a deep breath. Then he buried his face in them, lifting and manipulating this mass of tissue. 

"Someone moved behind me and I turned to see Claudia standing in front of the two Italians. She wore only her top, which was undone. Her back was to me, so I could see her small bum, with a pyramid indentation in each buttock. A hand reached around and cupped these, as if they were purposely designed hand-holds. Then I felt a hand on my own behind and it reach around to my pussy. It was her husband. As he slid his fingers into my slit, I arched my neck to kiss him over my shoulder. His other hand was tweaking my nipple between index and forefinger. He was naked and I could feel his cock pressing urgently into my back.

"'Over here,' he said and led me to a chair. He sat on it, and with ease I lowered myself onto his penis. It met a brief resistance at the entrance and then popped in. We both sighed. We were finally at the place we had been anticipating for the past hour or so. We soon worked out a rhythm, so I was coming down as he was pushing up and within a minute or so we were both panting. I became aware that neither of us was looking at the other. We were both interested in what was going on over the other's shoulder. I was watching Maria. She was now naked, her dress crumpled on the chair. She was lying on her back on the table. Don Aitello had his trousers around his ankles. Like many fat men, he seemed to have a small penis. He was standing over Maria, masturbating. She was playing with herself also, bucking on the table. Each movement sent ripples and wobbles running through her. There were folds and curves everywhere on her body, it was an ocean of flesh, and it was in a state of constant movement and change. 

"I turned around to see what the German was looking at. His wife was facing us, her back to one of the Italians who was seated. She was bouncing up and down on his cock with great enthusiasm, while simultaneously trying to wank off his friend who stood in front of her. In keeping with the rest of her appearance her small breasts were sharp cones, topped of with neat nipples that accounted for half of the breast. She was very slim and I could see her clearly defined hip bones as she jigged up and down. When I looked back, Don Aitello was now fucking Maria. Their two excessive flesh accounts pressed and melded together, so that it was impossible to tell which fold belonged to whom. Maria's head was thrown back in abandon, her powerful legs wrapped around the soft behind of Don Aitello. Vibrations, jiggles and wobbles undulated through both of them, it was like watching some primordial amoeba writhing around. 

"I was so engrossed in this unusual sight that I hadn't really been concentrating on my own fucking. To my surprise my partner gave a sudden grunt, buried his head in my chest and with two quick jolts, climaxed. I hadn't even noticed he was near and I certainly hadn't come. I didn't show any disappointment, after all I hadn't really shown him any attention. I could feel his penis fading inside me, and despite a few more desperate bounces on my part it was clear that there was no more for me here, at least for a while. When it was polite to do so, I pulled myself off him. To be honest I don't think he noticed, and it wasn't anything to do with me that made him come. He was transfixed by his wife's performance. 

"I made my way over to them now. She was still going up and down on one Italian while trying to suck off the other. She wasn't doing very well at the second task, because she was so enthusiastically engaged in the first. She was moving too much and couldn't keep the cock in her mouth or maintain a rhythm for masturbating. The lad winced a couple of times when she pulled it too hard. I thought she probably needed some help. I came up behind the standing lad and reached around, gently taking his cock from Claudia's grasp. Both of them looked relieved. I turned the Italian around and we kissed impatiently. I could feel his cock pressing into my stomach, twitching with need. As I hadn't come with the German I too was keen to get things moving on, so I pulled him down onto the floor. Even in this excited state I didn't like the idea of being driven along a hard concrete floor, so I pushed him onto his back. He seemed grateful to be guided. He really did look a little scared. I think if he had the choice he would have preferred not to be here, but he felt as though he had to go along with the moment, it was too powerful to resist. So he was thankful for any help in getting through it. Maybe he was a virgin. He certainly expected to court girls and have months to build up to sex, to have barriers put in his way before attaining it. This sudden excess of sex, easily available and all around him was unnerving and frightening. But, of course, it was also exciting, beyond anything he had ever imagined in his bedroom. I saw all this as I pressed him to the floor, and straddled his legs, stroking his chest. The knowledge of my experience in these matters made me feel powerful. Although we were the same age, I felt unmistakably the lad's superior. It was with these thoughts that I lifted myself up and with my hand guided his cock into me. It was, I admit, a rather self-indulgent fuck. I performed a bit for him, throwing my head back and playing with my tits. I was carried away with the notion of being a sex goddess. Sex is like that sometimes, you get carried away on a mental riff. It was this that got me excited, more than anything the timid Italian did. He seemed to be just enjoying the show, without participating much beyond matching my rhythm and stroking my thighs. Sometimes sex is about mutual enjoyment and sometimes it's selfish. This was definitely the latter. 

"It is impossible to describe the impact of the sound. There were grunts, squelches, moans, and urgent mutterings all around me. I wasn't even sure what ones were coming from me now. It is definitely a way to lose your inhibitions. Everyone was too engrossed in what they were doing to worry about you. I was speeding up and knew I was close to climaxing. I turned my attention to what else was happening in the hope of prolonging it a few moments more. Claudia had now finished with the Italian who was sitting, smoking and surveying the scene before him. His limp penis hung between his legs, gleaming. I could see it make the odd twitch, as the scene demanded attention. Claudia was now on a table, her husband fucking her, with her legs wrapped around his waist. Don Aitello was standing next to her, rubbing her breasts and massaging his penis back to erectness. Maria stood the other side of her, also rubbing Claudia's breasts, and possibly her clit also. Poor old Claudia was in a state of high emotion, bucking and moaning. I thought she was coming, but it just seemed to continue with no indication of subsiding. 

"This sight really excited me and I felt myself coming. I pulled my Italian to me, mauling his face with kisses, telling him to make me come. Then it started and I squealed as one, two, three shocks went through me. I think he came soon after, as I tried to regain my breath. I rolled off him, chuckling and trying to recover. I closed my eyes and relaxed. The afterglow felt so soothing. I had a strong sense of real affection for all these people here. I felt as though I had created the situation, that we had all gone through a strong experience together, like survivors of a train accident. Just as I was recovering I felt some hands on my stomach, making circles up to my breasts. I opened my eyes to see the second Italian kneeling beside me. His rather large cock was now standing erect, and obviously wanting attention. 'Oh well' I thought, 'I may as well finish the job.'

"I took it in my mouth and gave it some long slow sucks. It tasted strange and then I realised that it probably had some of Claudia's come on it. He grabbed the back of my head and became rather forceful with his motions, so I broke off. I went over to the table and bent forward. He followed and positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy. Having already had sex twice I was well lubricated and open, but I still felt an initial stab of pain as he eased the large cock head in. Then he slid it up and I could really feel it inside me. I gasped and he pulled back, then upwards again further this time. I looked over my shoulder and said, 'fuck me' to him. This he proceeded to do with long hard strokes. It felt unbelievably good. Both of us having come once it took a long time to reach that stage now. 

"When we did I knew that I was going to come really hard, and I was almost scared of it, knowing it would be intense. So I tried to put it off, but by prolonging the lovemaking it just meant the orgasm would be even greater. It's like taking acid or something, there is that initial panic that you can't undo it, that you are going to have this experience. 

"I can't even remember what finally triggered it. I was leaning forward, the second Italian still fucking me from behind, his arms around my waist. The first one was now standing in front of me, I had my head buried in his chest and he was stroking my hair and rubbing my breasts. His actions were comfortingly tender in the midst of all this debauchery. Don Aitello was masturbating still, watching Claudia and her husband who were still fucking on the table. I think Maria was next to me, stroking my back and breasts with those broad hands of hers, but I wasn't sure anymore.

"So, I don't know what finally triggered it, maybe it was the fucking, maybe the gentle stroking, possibly even the noises coming from the couple. Most likely it was just the cumulative effects of all these sensations. I couldn't tell what sensation was coming from where, it all became confused. I suddenly felt sick, it was an overload and I think I started to panic, like a kid who climbs up a tall tree then seeing how high they've come, becomes scared to come down. Then it just started happening and I was crying and sobbing. I scratched the gentle Italian and took these dramatic gulps of air, I just felt I couldn't get enough air in one go, before I needed to take another one, like when you can't stop laughing. I was gripping the Italian's arms really tightly, I think he must have been in some pain. But finally, the sensations began to subside. I have no idea how long it went on for, but even when I thought it was finished I would get another ripple, making me whimper. Then it was over and my grip went slack. Both Italians caught me as I sagged to the floor. They carefully sat me down and I smiled weakly.

"Over on the table Claudia was whimpering as her husband collapsed on top of her. She had come on her breasts, which I guess was from Don Aitello. I was so exhausted, I didn't say goodbye to anyone, just quickly assembled my clothing and left. Everyone looked sheepish, quietly getting dressed and avoiding eye contact. Only Claudia said anything, smiling 'Ciao' at me with a friendly wave.

"I just crashed out when I got home, but the next morning it all came back to me. I considered telling my flatmate, but I didn't think she would understand. I didn't want to be told I was a disgusting slag just then. The truth was, although I did feel a bit sleazy and grubby, I felt alive again. I had a bit of an ego rush - I thought I possessed special powers to make people act this way. It took me a while to realise it wasn't special powers, just a nice pair of tits and a certain willingness.

"I wondered how it would be at work that day. I pranced in, a little late, singing out a hello. Marcello was back now and he winced at my over-confidence. Maria appeared from the back room, her face harder than ever. 'What time is this?' she bellowed. 

"'But, I..., well,' It was no use, all of my cockiness crumbled away at the sight of her immovable expression. It was clear that last night had never happened. I sighed apologetically and went about my business. That night I wrote a long letter to Antonia. My transformation was now truly complete."

Lisa let out a low whistle. "Pheeeeew. Dawn, I feel exhausted after. And you look shattered." She was flushed and fidgety. "I think I need a cigarette."

Dawn did look weary, as if she had relived every emotion. She slumped down in her chair, smiling weakly.

"I must admit, it is one of my favourites," Phillip volunteered. "How has it left you feeling Lisa?"

There was a silence. Dawn perked up, awaiting Lisa's response. The younger girl picked up her wine, a slight tremor in her hand. "To be honest," she said, "I'm not sure. Firstly it excited me tremendously, I feel really horny. But," she raised her finger here as if to stop the enthusiasm of the other two, "it also makes me feel uncomfortable. I'm not used to feeling this way in front of other people, to talking like this. It feels strange."

Dawn relaxed back into her chair. "That's okay Lisa. You're right, it is strange. You'll get used to it though. Tomorrow I'll be telling you a story in a public place and you'll be wearing only one item of clothing, remember? That will help get you over this inhibition."

"Hmmm," Lisa was noncommittal. "Anyway, what happened after that?"

"Not much in Naples. Maria continued in the same manner, as if nothing had happened. Don Aitello came back to the bar, but he too pretended not to even notice me. I never saw any of the others again. A week later Maria's daughter returned from college, and she was to work in the bar, so it was time for me to leave.

"Maria called me into the bar the day before I was leaving. She was working on the books. She asked me where I was going next. I said I had plans to go island hopping around the Aegean. She nodded gravely. Then she said 'I want to thank you for the other night. It went better than I could have hoped.'




A New Dawn Ch. 04



"'What do you mean, hoped?' I began to get that feeling that things weren't quite as I had interpreted them again.

"'Frederico told Giuseppe what you had done in Florence. Poor Gio, he cannot keep anything to himself, so he told me, thinking I would say no. But you see, Don Aitello has been coming around here, suggesting that we are not running this bar well, that other people could get more money and so pay him more. He has a part interest in the bar, like many places on the island. So I thought if he met you and you flirted with him, maybe he would leave us alone. I did not think it would involve me also, but it was good fun. Now, Don Aitello will never close us down. So thank you.'

"'Oh, you're welcome.' I was again a little put out that a situation I thought I had controlled had been partly manufactured without my knowing it. But it wasn't as if she had intended for it to go as far as it had, or that I hadn't enjoyed it.

"'As a favour I can get you a job on the island of Paros, working in a hotel. My cousin runs the bar there.'

"'That would be nice, thank you.' She picked up the phone, had a brief conversation, and then scribbled down a name of a hotel and her cousin on a piece of paper. 

"'It is in the resort of Pisso Livadi' she said handing me the paper. Then she looked down and continued to work on the books. It was clear our conversation was at an end.

"And I left the next day. Giuseppe was unloading a delivery, so gave me a quick goodbye and Maria was not even at the bar, so I left quietly and made my way across the Italy and then to the Aegean. It was a rather subdued farewell considering what I had experienced there."

Phillip could tell from her manner that Dawn was tired now and did not expect further progress that night. He touched Lisa on the arm. She jumped slightly. Nodding towards Dawn he said quietly, "she's tired. We'll continue tomorrow. Is that okay?"

"Yes, fine." Lisa seemed keen to leave also. They all kissed quickly and gathered by the door.

"Remember Lisa, one item of clothing only tomorrow."

Lisa nodded nervously, "okay. Thanks Dawn, that was a fantastic story."

"I bet you're sorry Steve isn't at home now, having got yourself all worked up."

Lisa giggled, "Oh, I'm sure I can find someway of relieving it." 

When they had closed the door Phillip gave Dawn's shoulders a massage. "Tomorrow will be fun I think."

"Mmm," she purred, rubbing her head against his hands. "But for now, sleep."



A New Dawn Ch. 04



Please read the preceding chapters of A New Dawn and all of Intervention before you read this one. Some of this won't make a lot of sense unless you do.

And Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it.

My girls and I were at Barker's house. Almost everyone was naked and in the spa except for me. Group sex was imminent. I was nervous about that.

My iPhone beeped. I pulled it out of my pocket and read the message. I read it again. I had a hard time just breathing. I put the phone back in my pocket, stood up, and headed for the sliding glass door.

"Johnny," Dawn said. "Johnny, where are you going?"

I stopped and turned to her. Naked, outlined by the spa light, her breasts sitting just above the water, she was beautiful. Mary Beth was next to her, different but just as lovely. Thomas' women were all around them, ready to cavort. I wished that I wanted to be in there with them. I wanted things to be okay and easy. It made me feel like an ass.

"Meyer's been shot," I said. "He's at Cedars-Sinai. They don't think he's going to make it. Apparently he found the asshole that killed Chelsea Jansen." I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. "Fuck. And here I am, doing this. I gotta go."

"No!" Jay bolted up over the side of the spa and ran to me. "Give me two minutes. I'm driving you."

I looked and behind her I saw Dawn and Mary Beth wrapping towels around themselves.

"I have to go now," I said, moving towards the door. My girls ran after me.

Which was why I was in the passenger seat of a Crown Vic doing 75 miles an hour on surface streets with a naked girl driving and two girls wrapped in towels in the back seat. I held my head in my hands and thought of all the things I owed Meyer. It was a long list.

"Johnny, he's going to make it," Jay said. "He's going to be all right. Trust me, okay? I can feel these things.

"Okay," I said. 

We screeched to a stop in ambulance parking outside the emergency room. An orderly ran out and his eyes bulged as he looked through my open door at Jay. I badged him and pointed to the girls and said, "Three sets of scrubs?" He nodded and went back inside. Good boy.

I ran in and badged the woman at the window. "Meyer," I said. "Cop. Shot."

She picked up a phone and dialed and said a few words I couldn't hear, then listened, then spoke again and put the phone down.

"ICU," she said. "Second floor."

That was the best news ever. Meyer was out of surgery and well enough to be moved to intensive care. I ran for the elevator.

Meyer had always been a larger than life character to me. Always on top of everything; always knowing more than I did about everything. He was the father figure and mentor I had never had growing up. The pale unconscious body I saw in the bed when I pushed past the floor nurse and the cop outside the door wasn't Meyer. Couldn't be.

I sat down next to his bed and ignored the nurse's squawking. I reached out and held Meyer's hand. The squawking got louder when my girls arrived, dressed in surgical scrubs. That confused the nurse for a while. Meyer would have enjoyed this moment. I just held his hand. His eyes opened.

"Johnny," he said. "Notebook."

I got up and went to the mini closet and found the notebook in his suit coat pocket. I took it and sat back down and grabbed his hand again.

"Assassin," he said. "Don't go after him..."

"Bullshit," I said. "I'm going to kill this motherfucker."

"Don't go after him... alone. Backup." And he was out again.

Jay held me. Dawn and Mary Beth held Meyer's hands.

I read. 

Meyer had stumbled onto a crazed perp who liked to fuck little girls and who also happened to work for the federal government of the United States of America as a covert operative. How Meyer had figured out this last part, I couldn't guess. I reviewed his notes again and saw that after he had conferred with someone named "Georgia" the focus of his investigation had changed and moved him towards the spy.

The squawking nurse had found Meyer's doctor and brought him into the room, probably hoping for justice to be meted out upon me. 

The doctor said, "Are you immediate family?"

"I'm his partner," I said.

"That's family," he said. I shook his hand. The nurse looked disgusted and left.

"Your partner has been shot in the liver," he said. "Not a good place to be shot. He's very lucky to be alive. And thanks to my mad surgical skills he's going to stay that way." He glanced at Meyer's chart and then suddenly seemed to become aware of the three women in the room.

"Hello there, ladies," he said. "Nice scrubs."

I liked this guy.

One by one my girls approached the doctor and demonstrated with long kisses just how appreciative they were that he had saved Meyer's life. Jay was last and when she grabbed his ass for the kiss he grabbed her right back. It was a good thing the nurse was gone. When Jay backed away from the doc the pants of his scrubs were bulging out obscenely. He followed her gaze downward and his face went bright red.

"My wife is going to get me for this," he said.

"She's not going to find out from us," Dawn said.

"She always knows," the doc said. "She always knows everything. I'm not quite sure how that works, but it always does."

*****

I called Buddy Megellas and Jen answered the phone on the first ring. "Hello, Stud," she said. "Are you calling to tell me that you've finally come to your senses and you want to get into my pants?"

"I've always wanted to get into your pants, Jen," I said. "It would have happened, too, if you hadn't gotten distracted by that Neanderthal you've been hanging with."

"I heard that, dickwad," her husband said from a distance.

"'Mister Dickwad' to you. In bed yet again, I'm guessing," I said. "You guys are totally disgusting."

"Hey, I can't help it that he's good at sex. What's a girl to do?" She paused. "What's up, Johnny?"

I took a breath.

"I need backup," I said.

Silence. Then Buddy was on the phone. "Talk to me," he said.

"Meyer. He was on the Jansen case. He found the guy that raped and killed that little Jansen girl and the guy took him out. A government operative. Some kind of assassin. I'm going after him."

More silence. Then, "You could bring in everyone. You could bring in SWAT."

"No," I said. "I'm going to kill him."

"Fuck, bro, I'm in," he said. 

I heard "I'm in too" from Jen and then a long debate about skills and training and experience. Buddy was an Army Ranger bro that I'd been in combat with. We had been taught how to kill with brutal efficiency and we had done that together. Jen had only been through police academy training and although she was quite good at her job her martial skills were all defensively oriented. This was going to be a kill mission.

"Can I at least cover your back?" Jen said.

Buddy was on the same page as me. 

"Nope," he said. "If we get caught we're going down as criminals. I don't want you anywhere near this."

I heard a rustling sound and then Jen had the phone again. "You bring him back. You bring him back to me, you fucker. Both of you, alive and well. You understand me? Or I'll kick both your asses."

*****

There were two possibilities. One, that the guy had run. That would make perfect sense. He probably had the ability to change identities and the resources to go wherever he wanted.

Two, that he was waiting for us to come after him. That he enjoyed the challenge. That's the one I was hoping for.

Buddy and I got a hotel room directly across from the guy's apartment and watched for the better part of a day. There was nothing to see. As the sun went down we talked tactics. 

There was a knock at the door. I looked at Buddy. He shrugged and drew his gun. I stood at the side of the door and opened it, then relaxed as Dawn, Mary Beth, Jay, and Jen came in. They were carrying bags full of foodstuff that smelled wonderful.

"How in the hell did you find us?" Buddy said.

"I love you too," Jen said.

"We have our ways," Mary Beth said. "Actually, it was pretty easy."

"Easy?" I said.

"Easy," Mary Beth said. "You gave us online access to your credit card, so finding your hotel was no problem. And it didn't hurt that we could see your car from the street. It kinda screams 'Cops are here!'"

I looked at Buddy. He looked back at me. I looked at the guy's window across the street, which had a clear view of the parking lot. Then back at Buddy.

"Aw, fuck," he said, and drew his gun again.

I piled into the girls and managed to knock all four of them onto the carpet before the door burst in and the shooting started.

This guy was something else. He was like Spiderman, bouncing off the walls and the furniture as he shot. Buddy took a couple of rounds and went down. The guy was like a computer, cold and calculating. Target A down; acquiring Target B. 

I put three rounds solidly into center mass and it had no effect whatsoever. He just ran out the door. As fast as I could I checked Buddy for damage.

"All in the vest," he said. "Hurts like hell but I'm good to go."

Before he was done talking I was sprinting for the door.

Buddy was struggling to get up and get back into the fight. "Be careful, bro. He'll be expecting you."

Dawn stood up. "Johnny," she said. She was covered with blood. I stopped and took a step toward her.

"Jay," she said. 

Jay had been shot through the shoulder. She was out cold and I couldn't tell how bad the damage was. Bullets can bounce around in the human body and go all kinds of bad places. I plugged the entry hole with one finger as best I could and felt for an exit hole and found it. In and out, thank God. I willed her to come back to me. Her eyes opened.

"Johnny," she said.

I couldn't speak. Tears ran down my face.

"Get him," she said.

"Roger fucking that," I said. I got Dawn and Mary Beth to take over first aid and call 911. Since they had to do that I told them to call in the troops as well, officers need assistance. I wiped Jay's blood off my hands as I ran out the door. Buddy was right on my heels.

"What we do from here on in, everyone will know about it," I said as we ran.

"Whatever," Buddy said.

*****

I burst through the front door and rolled low left, expecting some sort of booby trap as a welcome. Buddy did the same and rolled right. No booby trap. It was pitch dark inside but I had expected that so just before we broke down the door I lit a magnesium flare and as I rolled in I tossed it to the center of the room. There was a howl of pain. As I came up I saw the perp ripping his night vision goggles off and rubbing his eyes. Buddy turned on the lights.

The guy finally opened his eyes and stared at us. He held a gun in his left hand but it was pointed at the floor. Both of ours were aimed at his head.

"If he moves, he's mine," I said. "You kill him if he gets me."

"Roger that," Buddy said.

The guy didn't move. The flare was burning a hole in the carpet but there didn't appear to be an imminent danger of fire.

"Please make a play," I said. "Please."

The guy just stared at me.

"Why did you kill her?"

"Who?"

"Chelsea Jansen."

"Oh," he said. "The usual reason. I raped her a lot, so often that she finally stopped fighting me and I grew bored with her. I saved her ass for last; that got her fighting again and it was very pleasant. Then I killed her so she couldn't identify me."

"How the fuck could you do that?" Buddy said. "A little girl. An innocent little girl. You took away her whole life."

The guy shrugged. "That's my job," he said. "I do it for king and country all the time. Many of those people are 'innocent' too. You expect me to have different morals in my spare time?"

"What exactly do you do for the government?" I said.

He grinned. "I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you." He seemed particularly pleased with the appropriateness of the old joke.

"Okay," I said. "How many other girls have you killed?"

"Twelve," he said without pause. "Each child was outstanding in her own way. Like fine wines."

"Make a move, you fucker," Buddy said. "Come on. Make a move."

The guy laughed. "You think I'm stupid? I'm very good, but I'm not good enough to beat two trained marksmen who already have their weapons pointed at me."

I heard sirens in the distance. I could just put a bullet through his head right now, but that wasn't me. I thought of how to get the guy to try something.

"If you don't make a move, you're going to prison. Let me tell you what's going to happen there. Prisoners don't like child abusers. They particularly don't like child rapists. They're going to beat the shit out of you and then take YOUR ass. Again and again. And then they're going to stab you to death."

"I can take care of myself," he said. "As you saw for yourself, I'm pretty good."

"Not against twenty guys," I said. "Twenty guys in a gang who have nothing better to do all day than lift weights and get in fights. They'll come at you as a group and gang rape your ass."

I could see him considering it. The sirens were closer. He looked back up at me.

"Well, it's been a good life," he said. "Please make it quick." He started raising his gun, but very slowly.

"Wait," I said. 

He paused.

"If I go through this place will I find evidence of all the killings?"

He wasn't dumb. I could see in his eyes that he knew that if he said no, I wouldn't kill him. That I would need him alive to confess the details and close those investigations. But he'd already made his mind up to die.

"Bedroom closet. Under the carpet. Journal. Full descriptions. Burial site." He raised the gun quickly this time, maybe thinking to take one of us out before the other got him.

I'd been ready for it, and moved left and yelled "Thanks," as he shot through the air where I had been a split second before. I shot him through the head. His body fell backwards against the wall and slid down to the floor, leaving a bloody trail on the wall. I walked forward, still covering him, and kicked away his gun.

"Nice shot," Buddy said.

*****

"You put one through his eye, my little yellow friend. Through his fucking eye! That's acceptable marksmanship."

Meyer was out of ICU and I was sitting next to his new bed in a regular hospital room. Dawn, Mary Beth, and Jay were standing at the foot of the bed. Meyer was looking and feeling much better. His new nurse had told me that Meyer had copped a little feel when she gave him his last sponge bath.

"He said he was sorry," she said. "Then he said it wasn't fair that I was having all the fun."

"I'm sorry about that," I said. She just grinned.

"It means he's getting better," she said. "And if I threw a big fit every time a patient grabbed my ass I'd have a stroke by the end of the week."

Now, looking down at him, I said, "Are you really going to be okay?"

He smiled back at me. "I really am. Sorry, but you're not getting my job this week."

I looked away. "I thought I'd lost you," I said. My voice was hoarse.

He sighed and put his hand over mine. "Okay, just this once, I'm going to be open and honest and not sarcastic. If you tell anyone, I'll fucking kill you."

I looked at him.

"I love you like a son, Johnny. Like the son I never had. If I died, who would keep your hapless Asian ass out of trouble? I'm not going anywhere until I retire. And after that I'll still be around for you."

I moved my hand until we were clasping them, fist style. "Thanks Dad," I said. Tears were running down his cheeks and, I realized, down mine as well.

"Crybaby," he said, then rubbed his own face. Then, "Hey. Who's the new hottie?"

"Meyer, meet Jay. Jay, Meyer."

Jay came over to the bed. Her left arm was in a sling but the bullet wound was healing up nicely. She leaned over the bed and kissed Meyer gently. 

"Thank you for taking care of my Johnny," she said.

"You're welcome. What's up with the arm?"

I told Meyer the whole story. It took a while. 

"So you see, not so great marksmanship after all. I had the stance set and all the time in the world. Ten feet, max. Just a little sideways move at the end."

"You murdered him."

"Yep."

Meyer stared at me for a while.

"Good deal," he said. "Although what you said about him getting gang raped in prison was exactly right. I wish he'd been able to experience that before he died."

"Buddy and I weren't up for it," I said. Meyer laughed. "Seriously, you should have seen his moves. I was afraid that if we didn't kill him he would escape custody pretty easily."

"Trust me," Meyer said. "I saw enough of his moves. I'm glad you killed him." He closed his eyes and I wondered whether he was going to sleep. Then, "Johnny, are you in the clear?"

"Yep," I said. "The shooting investigation cleared me. There's not much difference in the crime scene afterwards between a guy raising his gun and a guy pointing his gun right at you before you kill him. The Chief gave me a ration of shit for staking this guy out with just Buddy, then said we would probably both get commendations and maybe medals for taking out a serial killer and trained assassin by ourselves."

"Feds pissed?"

"The Feds disavow any knowledge of this guy or his activities."

"Then how did the Chief know he was an assassin?"

"I figured out who Georgia was. She agreed to tell the Chief and Councilman Jansen what she knew about him."

"That could come back to haunt her," Meyer said.

"She said that. She also said it was worth the risk to corroborate what I told them. She flat out told the Chief that I had done the world a great service." I looked at Meyer. "When we were alone, she thanked me for killing the man who had shot you."

He stared at me again.

"How much did she thank you?"

"Whoa, partner. The usual non-sexual amount."

His gaze softened.

"Meyer, you got a little something going with her?"

He smiled. "From time to time," he said.

"She's coming to visit you later today," I said. 

"Things are looking up," he said.

"Yeah, well... keep the sex gentle. Nothing kills the mood like blood from a reopened wound." I looked at Jay and she gave me a pained smile. "Don't ask me how I know," I said.

His nurse came into the room pushing a cart that had 'sponge bath' written all over it. I stood up.

"Well, I guess we'll be going," I said. "Get better fast. And stop feeling up the nurse."

"Hey, shut up, Buzz Kill," the nurse said.

"What she said," Meyer said.

"Okay, okay," I said. "At least save some for Georgia."

"That, I'll do," he said.

*****

Jay lived with us while she healed and we got to know her very well. As soon as she was able, we once again included her in our lovemaking. Dawn, Mary Beth, and I talked things over. By this time we were all in love with Jay. I was still fascinated with how I could be in love with three women at the same time. Dawn said she thought that everyone was capable of being in love with multiple people but, given the rules of our society, they never get the chance to experience it fully. 

We invited Jay to live with us and she gleefully accepted. I worked out a lot and hydrated a lot and took my vitamins and, thanks to my ninja sex skills, I managed to keep all three of them satisfied. I readily admit that I'm aided by the fact that they also satisfy each other.

Jay was going down on me while Dawn and Mary Beth watched. Jay's throat felt fantastic. She was doing the thing where she swallowed around my cock. She came up for air. "Now you," she said.

Mary Beth leaned over and took all of me into her mouth for the second time ever. She swallowed around me for a while and I groaned. "I'm close," I said.

Mary Beth pulled off me with a grin. "Thanks Jay," she said. "I think I can do it every time now."




A New Dawn Ch. 04



Jay looked at Dawn. "I know you can already do it. But it's your turn."

My niece got on the bed next to me on her hands and knees. "I have something else in mind," she said.

I moved behind her. "I'm not going to last long," I said. I pushed into her with one stroke as she groaned.

"Oh, that feels good Uncle Johnny," she said. She only called me 'uncle' when she was particularly horny or just wanted to get to me. "Fuck me hard, Uncle Johnny."

I did. I slammed into her repeatedly as I reached around and worked her clit. Within a minute she was in the ragged breathing stage, and a minute after that she was screaming and we were both coming. I grabbed her breasts and pushed her down onto the bed as I yelled and unloaded my spunk into her tight little pussy.

"Oh God, that was a strong one," she gasped.

I pulled out and rolled her onto her back.

"Oh no," she said as Jay and Mary Beth moved forward. "Wait! I'm still so sensitive... aah God!" 

Jay and Mary Beth alternately attacked her pussy in an attempt to suck out my cum. We all knew this was coming. There's nothing quite like tradition.

We had all cum multiple times this morning. We were worn out. The four of us lay together on the California King bed, occasionally touching and kissing, mostly just staring up at the ceiling and holding hands.

"Juana called last night," Jay said.

It had been three months since the night Meyer was shot. Barker had come over as soon as he had learned that Jay had also been shot and had sat with her for several hours as she slept.

"She's very precious to me," he had said.

"To me, too."

"She's yours now, and you're lucky she is. But is it okay if I give her a little gift?"

"Sure," I said.

The little gift, we discovered, was one of the best and most expensive physical therapy groups in the country. When we called we discovered that not only would we not have to pay, we would never have to make an appointment. Their most popular therapist's schedule had been cleared and she was available to Jay at any time without prior notice. As a result, Jay's shoulder quickly had full mobility and she was back to her usual happy, charming, sexy little self. With two new sexy little scars. I thought they were sexy, anyway.

"What did Juana have to say?" I said.

All three girls giggled.

"What?"

"Well," Jay said. "There's no elegant way to say this, so... Juana asked if you'd be willing to be Esmeralda's first."

I stared at her. "Say again?"

Dawn snuggled into my back and reached over me to gently fondle my cock. She kissed my neck and said, "Juana wants you to take Esmeralda's virginity."

My mouth hung open. I had no response for that. They all laughed at me.

We had been back to Barker's home at least once a week since Jay left the hospital, and he and his women had been to our smaller house several times as well. We had all gotten to be good friends and there was quite a bit of attraction between clan members. But so far there had been no inter-clan sex. 

"Esmeralda is ready to lose her virginity," Mary Beth said. "She's been bugging Thomas about it but he refuses to do it. He thinks that her first time should be with someone closer to her own age, someone she truly cares about."

"I agree with Thomas," I said.

"Esmeralda isn't interested in younger men," Jay said. "And after watching Thomas and his women for the last three years she's decided that by the time she meets that 'someone special' she already wants to be... extremely skilled and experienced. And she was attracted to you when you first came to her door."

"Johnny, you should go for it," Dawn said. "Do this for her. Esmeralda won't find a gentler, more caring lover to be her first. I just wish that my first time had been with you."

I stared at Dawn. 

"What?" she said. "I told you that this kind of thing is okay with us. And you can't tell me that the idea of deflowering a teenage girl isn't appealing."

"Yes, it is," I said. "I've never... done that. But this is a huge thing for a young girl. Or should be. I've always thought that it should happen with someone you love."

"Is that the way it happened for you?" Jay said.

"No," I said. 

She looked at me expectantly.

"I was fifteen and was seduced by the lady who lived next door."

"Older lady?"

"Yeah. She was maybe thirty-five."

"Wow, lucky you," she said. "And did that experience shatter your psyche or stunt your ability to love someone?"

"No," I said. "I loved it. Over the course of about a year she taught me absolutely everything there was to know about sex. Straight sex without major fetishes, that is."

"And did it end well?"

"Yeah, basically. She was married. At the beginning I was too excited and overjoyed to be having sex to really think about or understand that she was cheating on her husband and that I was enabling it. Over the course of the time we were together I figured that out and started feeling pretty guilty. He was a nice guy. I ended it and told her why and she understood. And I moved on to girls more my own age."

"And when you found that special someone your own age, was she happy that you knew what you were doing and knew how to please her?"

"That never happened," I said. "I didn't find my special someones until about a year ago." I looked at Dawn and Mary Beth and they both hugged me.

Jay persisted. "But the girls you did have sex with back then..."

"I was pretty popular," I said. "The girls I was with gave me the impression that other boys had no stamina and were pretty much in it just to get their rocks off. Compared to them I had wild monkey skills thanks to the neighbor lady. When I was with girls who were sexually active I always made sure they would cum first – multiple times, if possible – and I took my time getting my own pleasure. I guess word got around about that and, like I said, I was pretty popular. For me the act of making love has always been as important as, maybe more important than my own orgasm. I can do that for myself anytime I want. But making love to a woman... that's a gift, and it needs to be savored."

Jay was staring at me and her eyes were kind of unfocused. I looked down and saw that one hand was rubbing her pussy as she listened to me. She saw me looking down and pulled her hand back and blushed.

"Sorry," she said. "I didn't even realize I was doing that." She put that same hand on my arm. "Johnny, you really need to do this for Esmeralda. Please? We all agree that it's okay and I just know that there's no one else Esmeralda will come across who will treat her as well and teach her as much, as quickly, as you. She wants this and if you or Thomas won't give it to her, she'll get it from some random guy who may just want a quick pop and won't care about her feelings."

"I second that motion," Dawn said.

"Yup," said Mary Beth.

I looked at them.

"Okay," I said.

*****

Which is why my girls were naked in Thomas' hot tub along with him, Nela, his sister Tina, and his mother, while I was standing next to the tub fully dressed.

"I agree with you, Thomas" I said. "I still think her first time should be with someone her own age, someone she cares for."

"That's the best case," Thomas said. "But she's an adult now and she can make her own decisions. She sees this as something she just wants to get past. For some reason I just can't bring myself to do it for her. But I'm okay with you being the one for her. Actually, she's an adult and it's sort of none of my business. But I do care for her and I don't want to see her hurt." He gave me a hard look, and I just looked back at him. His look softened.

"Jay told me that you're a good and kind lover, and that she trusts you. Gaining her trust says a lot about you."

I did a quick gut check. Esmeralda was a lovely girl. I was attracted to her; had been since she'd answered the door naked and then had ground her ass into my cock as we watched the Barker Clan Orgy that first day. She was Dawn's age, so I couldn't exactly rule out having sex with her based on the age difference. I had permission. I was as nervous as a teenager on his first date, and something was holding me back.

Tina stepped out of the hot tub. Gloriously naked and beautiful, she walked to me and put her arms around my neck. "You're a good man, Johnny, but you overanalyze. Listen to the people you love, and trust them." She kissed my cheek, then briefly kissed my lips, then walked back to the tub.

I sighed and looked at them all. I gave them a ragged salute. "We who are about to die salute you."

"Oh, like it's going to be a big sacrifice for you," Mary Beth said.

Barker pointed at the sliding glass door. "Esmeralda is waiting for you in her room. Up the stairs, turn right, second-to-last door on your right. She wants her mother to be there for her first time. I hope that's okay with you."

"Sure," I said. I've never been body modest, and for the last year whenever I'd had sex there was almost always at least one person watching, sometimes more than one. I turned and walked towards the sliding glass door, feeling like a combination of conquering hero and lamb to the slaughter, and prepared myself to take the virginity of a teenager that I hardly knew.

*****

The bedroom door was open so I walked in. Esmeralda was sitting on the edge of the bed. She wore a very short, very thin white robe that showed off her pretty legs but modestly covered the rest of her body. Her mother, nude, stood by her side. She allowed my gaze to roam over her lovely body for a moment, then spoke.

"I hope that you do not mind that I am here," Juana said. "Esmeralda wishes it."

"It's fine," I said.

"And I am nude because you two soon will be as well. I thought it would be appropriate."

"That's fine, too. You're beautiful, Juana."

She smiled. "Thank you. May I call you Johnny?"

"You bet."

"Johnny, it is my job to undress you. Is that okay?"

"Yes, but wait just a moment." I walked to the bed and took Esmeralda's hand and gently pulled her up to stand with me. I hugged her, rubbing her back as she hugged me and made little "Mmmm" sounds. Then I stepped back and put my hand under her chin and gently lifted until she was looking up into my eyes.

"We don't have to do this," I said. "You're beautiful and I'm very much attracted to you but we hardly know each other. And I'm old enough to be your... very big brother. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes," she said. "I want this. Can't wait for it, really. All of your women have told me what a good lover you are and how you make them feel. I want to feel it, too."

"Okay," I said. "I hope I can live up to my reputation. I want to do this, too, but I want to make it as special as I can for you. And if at any point you change your mind, just tell me. No hard feelings."

Juana removed Esmeralda's robe and they both stood nude before me. I let my eyes roam over Esmeralda's little body. I had seen her naked before but knowing that I was going to have her here and now, and with her mother watching, excited me. My cock quickly became rock hard.

"You're beautiful, Esmeralda," I said. "It's a gift to allow me to see your body."

She blushed. "Thank you."

Juana smiled and moved to me saying, "And now it is time for you to return the favor." She reached to begin undressing me.

"Wait," I said. I removed my coat, exposing the Glock on its belt clip. Both women's eyes moved to the gun. I unclipped it and laid it on the desk and covered it with my coat, then turned back to Juana.

"Okay," I said.

Juana unbuttoned and removed my shirt, and Esmeralda gasped as my upper body came into view.

"Oh boy," she said as her mother ran her hands over my chest and abdomen. I'm not overly muscular, but I'm lean and very hard. Very hard everywhere right now, I mused.

Juana gently pushed me back until I was seated on the bed, then removed my dress shoes and socks. I stood again and she unbuckled my belt and let my slacks fall to the floor. When they did, my hard cock sprang out in front of me.

"Oh boy," Esmeralda said again.

"I'm sorry that I'm not as big as Thomas," I said.

Juana stared at my cock for a moment, then ran her hand down its length and circled it with her fingers.

"You are not as long as Thomas," she said, "but that is not necessarily a bad thing. And you are thicker than Thomas." She dropped to her knees in front of me and looked at her daughter. "May I?" she said.

"Sure, Mom, of course," Esmeralda said.

Juana's head moved towards me and her lips encircled my cock and she took me into her mouth. I groaned as she sucked me and bobbed her head on my erection, her tongue flicking the sensitive underside of my shaft the whole time. Then she pulled her head away and looked up at me.

"Yes, much thicker than Thomas," she said. She looked at me speculatively. "If I appeal to you and if Esmeralda allows it, I would also like to make love with you, Johnny."

Wow. "You do appeal to me, Juana. Very much."

"What do you mean, if I allow it?" Esmeralda said.

Juana stood up. "I know that this situation is not at all... standard. Still, you will have had Johnny first and for me that means you will have a claim on him that I will honor. Do you see?"

"I think so," Esmeralda said. "Does that mean I'll need your permission to sleep with Thomas?"

"You have it."

"Okay, thanks. You can have Johnny, too."

I said, "Ahem," and they both looked at me.

"Oh my," Juana said. "I am sorry. You must feel a bit like a piece of meat that we are bargaining for."

"A bit," I said. "But in a good way."

"Good." She began to back away but Esmeralda grabbed her hand and stopped her.

"Please, Mom, I want you on the bed with us. I want to be holding your hand when it happens."

Juana looked at me.

"It's fine," I said. "This is Esmeralda's time, and everything that happens here is her call."

"Thank you," Juana said as she moved to the bed and lay down on her back on the far side. She watched as I moved to Esmeralda and took her gently in my arms. My erection pressed against her tummy and she shivered. I looked down into her face.

"Hi there," I said.

"Hi."

"May I kiss you?"

"Yes, please."

I lifted her chin and kissed her softly. Towards the end of the kiss I let my tongue play across her lips, and she shivered again and held me tighter and I felt her own tongue hesitantly probe for mine. I held the kiss that way for a little while, then pulled back a bit and looked down at her again.

"Wow," she said. "I have goose bumps. You're a really good kisser, Johnny."

"That was just Round One," I said just before I kissed her again. This time my tongue found its way between her parted lips and my hands slowly moved onto her ass and pulled her into me and I REALLY kissed her. She squealed as she felt my erection grind against her skin and she quickly pulled me down onto the bed next to her mother.

"Oh God," Esmeralda said. "I'm so wet. Please, I want you inside me now, Johnny."

"I want that too," I said. "In just a bit. We need to finish the prep work first."

"Prep work?" she said.

I kissed her neck and she shivered. "I'll demonstrate," I said, and she moaned as I moved farther south and caressed one breast as I gently sucked most of the other into my mouth. I felt her hand on the back of my head, urging me on as my tongue toyed with her nipple.

"Oh Johnny," she gasped. "Oh my God."

I spent several minutes worshipping her breasts, and then regretfully abandoned them to again move farther down her body, planting little kisses along the way. Her hand followed, still clutching the back of my head.

"Johnny," she whispered. "Johnny, you don't have to."

"Have to?" I said softly. "It's not 'I have to.' It's 'I get to.'" She moaned as I moved between her legs and ran my tongue over her outer lips. I did that slowly two times, three times, and by the fourth time her hand was pressing me against her sex and her body was writhing around as she made little "ungh" sounds. 

I used my hands to part her pussy lips and stared for a moment at the first intact hymen I'd ever seen. It was fascinating. I touched it gently with my finger. The hole in it was small enough that I knew I wouldn't be trying to get a finger through it and onto her G-spot. I was going to have to concentrate on her clit. I pressed my tongue flat against it and gently licked. Esmeralda moaned and thrashed.

"Too much?" I said.

"No," she gasped. "Feels so good."

"Excellent," I said, and went to work in earnest. I used every tongue trick I knew and occasionally reached both hands up to gently squeeze her breasts and tweak her little nipples. I left one hand on her breast and licked the middle finger of the other hand and worked it under her ass. I pushed gently into her asshole and she squealed and came hard. Her body locked up and her back arched and her pussy squirted a little onto my face. I moved my mouth to the source and lapped it all up. She was panting when I moved up to kiss her and stroke her hair and her back. It took a while, but she finally opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Oh my God," she said, and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me hard. When we came up for air she rolled onto her back again and sighed.

"I've never cum that hard. I masturbate and I thought I knew myself well, but that last thing you did..." 

"What last thing was that?"

She blushed and looked away. I touched her cheek and gently brought her back to face me.

"Something you need to learn," I said. "I know we don't know each other all that well but we're already as intimate as we can possibly be. If you'll pretend that you trust me..."

"I do trust you, Johnny."

"Okay, so we're intimate and you trust me. We're having sex. The best thing you can do for you, me, our experience today, and your next experience is to talk candidly about what you like and what you don't, what feels really good and what doesn't. It's the only way your lover can truly be sure."

She was silent for a moment. Then she grinned. "It felt really, really good. But it was nasty!"

"What was nasty, Mija?" Juana said.

"He stuck his finger up my ass," Esmeralda said.

"Oh," Juana said. She grinned at me.

"Did you like it?" I said.

Long pause.

"Yes, very much," Esmeralda said.

"Then it's not nasty," I said. "Unless thinking it's nasty makes it hotter for you. I certainly don't have a problem with it. In fact..." I rolled her over and parted her ass cheeks and licked her little rosebud.

She gasped and thrashed around on the bed. "Oh, fuck," she said.

I reached around her and gently massaged her clit as I pushed my tongue into her asshole, and she came almost immediately. I continued what I was doing, moving more gently now on her clit, until she stopped thrashing and started gasping for breath. I moved back up and cuddled her from behind, reaching around her to cup her breasts.

"That was even stronger than the first time," she said. "I don't understand. Is it my ass? Is that what's going on here?"

"Maybe," I said. "But it's also possible that you're simply experiencing how much better it is to have someone else make you cum. Maybe it's both. The easy way to find out, at some point down the road, is to try anal sex. Some women can't stand it. For other women, it's the best sex they can imagine. You might be one of the latter."

She looked at her mother. "Can we try it both ways tonight? I need to find out."

Fuck.

"Mija, it is up to you and Johnny. Tonight is your night. I do not even know why I am still here. It is clear to me that Johnny is a caring lover and is very good at it, and that he only wants to bring you pleasure. I should leave you two alone now." She moved to get up but Esmeralda gently pushed her back down.

"Please stay, Mother. Please?"




A New Dawn Ch. 04



Juana looked at us. Then she kissed Esmeralda gently. "Very well. But you two have me quite worked up. Will it offend you if I give myself pleasure as well?"

"Of course not," we both said in stereo.

"Jinx, buy me a Coke," I said.

"What?" Esmeralda said.

"I'll explain later," I said as I moved back down and started licking her pussy again. I worked her until she was close to another orgasm, then moved on top of her and she spread her legs and I started rubbing my hard cock against her opening. She was squirming and panting.

"There are two classic ways of doing this," I said as she moaned. "I can be on top and push into you. Or you can be on top and have all the control."

"Push now," she said. So I did.

She cried out as I broke through her hymen and I held dead still and kissed her mouth and her neck, and stroked her cheek and her hair. A single tear rolled down her cheek. I kissed it away.

"Sorry," I said.

"I'm not," she said, and she wrapped her legs around me and pushed up at me. 

So I slowly started trying to work myself into her. I had thought that Jay was tight. This girl was nigh onto impenetrable, which made sense. I was boldly going where no man had gone before. Or anything else for that matter. I stroked gently in and out, gaining fractions of an inch each time. She moaned the whole time and held me tightly to her chest. 

It took some time before I was fully inside her. She felt our pubic bones bump together and sighed and opened her eyes and looked into mine.

"Thank you, Johnny," she said, and kissed me.

"No, thank you," I said, and kissed her back. "This is an honor. Do you feel any pain?"

"Only at first. Now only pleasure." She giggled. "A friggin' big humungous fat log of pleasure. I feel so full."

I looked over at Juana. She looked back at me.

"You were perfect," she said softly. "You should do this for a living. Mothers would pay you to lovingly take their daughters' virginity and prepare them for a proper sex life. You know that you will have to do this for us, right? Come back and teach Esmeralda everything and make her comfortable with everything. I will work it out with your women."

"That also would be an honor," I said. "But one step at a time." I started moving inside Esmeralda. She was so tight that it was actually physically difficult to force my cock in and out. Not that I was complaining; the resulting pleasure was intense. I didn't think I would last long.

She was moaning and thrashing on the bed. I was moving slowly but, as I saw that she could take it, I adjusted my angle to best rub her clit and moved faster. She came hard almost immediately, bucking and screaming under me. I slowed down and gently stroked her through her climax. When she was done and gasping for breath, I pulled out of her. She gave a disappointed groan. I gently rolled her over and spread her legs and she yelped as I pushed into her pussy from behind. 

"Yes!" she said.

I grabbed a pillow and placed it under her hips and adjusted my angle to make maximum contact with her G-spot and started pounding hard. I held her hip with one hand and placed a finger of the other against her asshole and pushed. Again, she came hard almost immediately.

I heard a moan to my right. Juana was masturbating furiously as she watched us. I grabbed one of her breasts hard and tweaked the nipple and she smiled at me and came. Her body locked up and she yelled out her pleasure. 

Esmeralda wasn't moving at all. I pulled out of her and gently rolled her onto her side and hugged her. She was covered in sweat. She slowly opened her eyes.

"Thank you, Johnny," she said, and kissed me gently.

"You are quite welcome, Sweetie, and thank you right back."

"I'm spent. I think another orgasm like those would kill me right now." She frowned a moment. "Did you cum?"

"No," I said.

"I'll take care of you," she said, and struggled to move. 

"You rest," I said.

She frowned again, then her eyes lit up. "Mom?"

"Yes, please," Juana said. "Oh, please." She was masturbating again.

I paused. I already had permission from my girls to do something like this with another woman, and I knew that they would tell me to just relax and give Juana pleasure. And Thomas only had issues with the idea of me having sex with Tina.

I gave Esmeralda a long, deep kiss, then moved on top of her mother and quickly plunged my length into her. 

"AAHHH, DIOS!!" she yelled, as her hands continued to work on her clit. I immediately started pounding into her and she quickly came and screamed my name and blacked out.

I pulled out of her and grabbed all the pillows and propped up her legs to get the blood to her head. 

Esmeralda said, "Mom?"

I ran across the hall and wet a washcloth with cold water and ran back and wiped the sweat from her face and gently ran the cloth down over her neck and chest.

"Mom?" Esmeralda said again, touching her.

"She'll be okay," I said.

Juana's eyes fluttered open and locked onto mine. "Johnny," she said.

"At your service," I said.

"You're cock is indeed quite a bit thicker than Thomas. I should have been prepared, but I was not. You filled me up so. My orgasm was very intense." She looked down at my raging erection. "Did you cum in me?"

"No," I said.

"I am so sorry," Juana said. "Please take me again."

"Not after you passed out," I said. Not so soon."

"Then me, Johnny," Esmeralda said.

"No, you're spent. Remember?"

"We are both very sorry," Juana said. "After your compassion and skill, we repay you in this way."

"Hey," I said. "I got to take a teenager's virginity. That's a first for me. I made love to a beautiful young girl and her beautiful mother. Another first. And I wore out one girl and made the other one faint. I'm feeling pretty studly." I kissed Esmeralda's cheek.

They both chuckled and rolled over into each other's arms. Juana started softly snoring almost immediately. I gathered my clothes, turned off the light, and started to close the door.

"Johnny?"

"Yes, Esmeralda."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. And thank you."

"Next time... my ass. Please?"

"We'll talk tomorrow."

*****

I walked back outside, my erection leading the way. I tossed my clothes on a chair and walked past the loungers where Nela was on top of Dawn in what sounded like a very passionate 69. They didn't even notice me.

The rest of the group was in the hot tub, looking at me.

"How in the world can you be hard?" Tina said, her eyes locked on my cock.

So I told them.

"Jesus Christ, you big stud," Nela said from behind me. "You wore them both out?"

"Yeah. Now I've got my first case of blue balls in a long, long time."

"Bring 'em over here. I'll take care of you," she said.

I looked at Thomas. He nodded. So did Mary Beth. Tina just licked her lips. Her eyes were still locked on my hard cock.

"Here I come," I said, and walked over to Nela and Dawn. Nela didn't move from what she was doing except to stick her ass a little higher in the air for easier access. I didn't bother with niceties; I just grabbed her hips and plunged in my entire length. She yelped and then moaned as I started moving.

"God, you feel good," she said. "No wonder you wore them out. Damn, it feels so good!" 

"Told you," said Dawn from just below us.

"I ... thought... Asians... were supposed... to have... small cocks."

"I'm only part Asian."

"... other part?"

"Porn star," I said, and really started pounding her. 

"I... believe it. Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck MEEEEEE!!!!" Nela came hard and her pussy convulsed. I felt Dawn's tongue caress my hard cock at Nela's entrance as I fucked her. That was enough for me.

"Cumming!" I yelled.

"In her," Jay and Mary Beth and Dawn yelled together. I yelled as I slammed deep and spurted my hot load into Nela's waiting pussy. Nela was moaning. Dawn was licking my balls. The waves of a great orgasm washed through my body. I rode it to the end and then pulled out of Nela and stumbled onto the nearest lounger. Nela moaned again as I listened to the sound of Dawn happily sucking my cum out of Nela's snatch.

"I'm sorry, Nela," I said.

"For what?"

"For taking you like that. For using you to get myself off."

"Are you kidding? That was perfect." She paused to moan again, then moved around until she could give Dawn a deep lingering kiss. Then she turned back to me.

"I like nice, slow, romantic bubble bath love as much as the next girl. But I'm just as happy to be taken for a hard fuck. You were perfect. Besides, you needed it."

"I did," I said. "Thank you." I leaned down to kiss her. She wrapped her hand around my neck and pulled me in for a deep, passionate, tongue dueling kiss. When we were done she whispered, "I think I'd really like to come over to your place once in a while, Johnny. If that's okay."

"Totally okay by me," Dawn said.

"Me too," I said. "Gonna have to buy a bigger bed, though."

"I don't think they have anything bigger than a California King, Johnny," Dawn said.

"We have a little money. I think we can have one made."

*****

Meyer recovered fully. I got to meet Georgia one night at the Pacific Dining Car bar, my favorite place to grab an after-work drink with Meyer. Georgia was something. Beautiful, smart, engaging. And a redhead, with typical redheaded sauciness and temper. When she left to use the bathroom I told Meyer that my conscience was asking me to tell her about the nurse. He lifted his middle finger in salute.

"There might be something there, Johnny, there really might. I think we're going back to my place after dinner."

"I'm happy for you. Truly."

"I know." He looked down at his Scotch and soda. "Johnny, I'm an old man. I've been a bachelor for so long that I'm not really sure if all the parts work anymore."

I looked at him. "Meyer. No bullshit. Really?"

He looked back at me. "Really."

I leaned in. "Okay, personal question. Do you ever wake up hard in the morning?"

"All the time," he said. "But that's because I gotta pee."

I laughed and put my arm around his neck. "No, it's not," I said. "That's your body's way of telling you it's ready for you to go out and pillage. You're gonna be fine."

And from all reports, he was.

Meyer, my lieutenant, and my captain all bugged me to take the Detective III test, so I did. Within a short period of time I made the list and was very quickly promoted. Buddy's sergeant and lieutenant twisted his arm into accepting promotion to Sergeant I with a guarantee that he would remain on the street.

After my promotion was posted Meyer took me out for a celebratory drink, once again at the Pacific Dining Car. He was slowly nursing a Scotch & soda and I was making faster progress on a Negroni.

"You still gunning for my job?" he said.

"Never."

"Not even if I retire?"

I looked at him. "You thinking about it?"

He sighed. "I've got almost 30 years on the force. That's a good pension. And I've put money away. Plus..."

I waited him out.

"Georgia's got money, too."

"You guys are going for it?" I said.

He gently swirled his drink. "I think so," he said softly. "I want to. She says she does, too. Like I told you, there's something there."

I signaled the bartender.

"Another round?"

"Yes, but different. We'd like a couple of shots of your Highland Park 18 in buckets, neat."

"You got it." Off he went.

"What's this?" Meyer said.

"Celebration," I said. "You and Georgia. Starting out together is the best part."

"Yeah," he said. "But what if we burn out?"

"Staying together long enough to work through the burnout is the best part."

The bartender brought our bucket shots.

"Maybe," Meyer said. "But all we're going to do from here on out is get older."

I raised my glass and waited until he raised his in return. We clinked.

"Growing old together is the best part," I said. I lifted my glass to my mouth and so did he. We drank the fine stuff down.

"Goddamn," he said as he put his glass on the bar. "You're a bad fucking influence. Pretty soon I won't be happy with my usual Old Whatchamacallit."

"Blame Barker," I said. "He's spoiled me with expensive liquor."

Meyer was silent for a while.

"I've been alone for so long, Johnny. I'm used to it. I don't know how to live with another person. I'm not sure I'm cut out for it. I don't know if she'll be happy with me once she sees me at my worst and we're together all the time."

"It's the same for all of us," I said.

"Yeah, right," he said. "Easy to say. You're living with three women and they're all goo-goo eyed over you. You're my fucking hero."

How to say this. 

"Meyer. You are one of the best people I know. If Georgia doesn't fall harder in love with you once you're living together then she doesn't deserve you. But let's say you're right. Let's say you move in together, or get married, or whatever, and it doesn't work out. You're alone right now. If you get together and don't make it, you'll be alone again. Net change: zero."

Meyer nodded.

"But what if it works? What if you two are so fucking happy together that you light up Los Angeles with how fucking happy you are together?"

Meyer looked at me.

"Hey, you can do a pre-nup. 'We hereby state that if it doesn't work out we can go back to the happy booty call arrangement.'"

Meyer laughed.

"You're right," he said. "I'm gonna go for it." 

We clinked our empty glasses.

"Thanks, I owe you one," he said. "What'll it be?" He was looking at the liquor.

I looked at him and waited until he was looking at me, too. "Don't retire," I said.

Thanks to all my readers for the encouraging comments. A special shout out to Nosebone for allowing me to bounce ideas off him about this one. If you haven't read any of his stories, please check him out here. 

I know that some of you didn't want the Barker clan and the Rand clan to have any sex across the clan borders but, honestly, the characters scripted this one and I just couldn't put up enough of a fight. To those of you who are disappointed: just be glad I was able to cut off the story before 'Ass Night' got started.



A New Dawn Ch. 04



Harry Parker lay back in his bed and closed his eyes, he was feeling tired again and sleep came quickly. At his bedside his wife Susan, whom he had remarried six years ago, sat on an upholstered chair. An array of monitors were connected to him and they hummed and bipped in the background. A pretty black nurse came in and fussed around, recording the readings onto a paper chart, held by a large bulldog clip onto a plastic sheet. The clip also held his notes, ready for the doctor, who was due to make his rounds in about half an hour.

Susan looked tired, she had been there for nearly forty eight hours and aside from a few hours snatched on a sofa outside his room she had not left Harry's side. Her daughter and her wife had left for home in their private jet, taking their two children and the Housekeeper and her family with them.

Susan could go back to the house, the other staff were still there, making sure the place was ready for her return. Susan, however, could not be prised away from Harry and she sat there gazing at him, worried sick that their reunion could be over so soon. Neta, a cousin of their Housekeeper, had worked with Lizzie, their daughter, to keep Harry alive until the Medics arrived. She appeared in the doorway with a travel bag. Coming in she squeezed Susan's shoulder.

"I brought you a change of clothes and some wash stuff. The Receptionist says to use Harry's shower room. Go on I'll sit with Harry, you go freshen up."

Susan nodded, but was reluctant to move. Neta squeezed her shoulder again.

"He'll love you even more if you look like your usual stunning self. Go on shower and change."

Susan smiled and stood, taking the bag, she kissed Neta's cheek,

"Thanks Neta, can you keep an eye on him, call me out if anything changes."

"Of course I will, now go."

Neta turned Susan towards the doorway to the washroom. Susan walked slowly towards it, before glancing over her shoulder towards Harry on the bed. Neta sat in the chair and looked lovingly at Harry, Susan smiled and went into the room. Inside the clean white tiles and polished steel of the bathroom gave off a faintly antiseptic smell. 

Susan stripped and then found her wash-bag. Climbing into the shower she adjusted the head and turned it on. A heavy barrage of water hit her and she enjoyed the pulse changing from cold to hot. She luxuriated in the feel of the hot jets of water pulsing over her skin. 

Thirty minutes later she reappeared, radiant and relaxed.

"There," said Neta, "See how much better you feel and you look like a princess."

"She is.." Harry had his eyes open and for the first time in forty eight hours they sparkled. His voice was gruff and he sounded tired.

"Hello darling how are you feeling?"

"I feel like someone's been over me with a baseball bat, but the pain in the chest has gone. I'd love a cup of tea, anywhere I can get one?"

"I think you have to wait for the Doc, Harry."

"Okay, when's he due?"

"Bout an hour I think."

"Man could die of thirst here. Please Neta can you find someone and ask?"

Neta stood and smiled, she left the room briefly, returning with a grin and the nurse. The nurse was in her sixties a big woman, she had a huge smile and a fan of dark black hair that almost completely hid her nurses hat.

"So Harry Parker, you'd like a cup of tea, do want a biscuit with it or a slice of my homemade cake?"

"Oh cake please, err nurse...?"

"Call me Edith, okay, I'll go get you some tea."

The nurse turned, her light blue, crisply starched uniform crackling as she moved. They watched her disappear into the nurses station, heard her laugh and the giggles of the other nurses. They looked back and Harry smiled.

"I love this place, they're so friendly and can't do enough for us. I think I need to make a fairly generous donation to their funds after all they've done."

"Harry, worry about that later, right now you have to relax and do as you're told."

"Not really my style is it Susan?"

"It had better be or you'll have me to answer to!"

Doctor Hamish McDougal, smiled as he entered, Susan stood and held her hands out.

"Hamish, so good to see you," she slipped inside his arms and stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

"Thank you Susan, how's the pat..."

Neta had replaced Susan and hugged him tightly.

"Well I never really had this reaction from my patients relatives before, but you know I could get used to it." He grinned and moved closer to the bed.

"Hi Doc. Thanks for the sixty thousand mile service, I understand you think I'm good for a few more years?"

"Certainly Harry, although you need to alter your diet a bit and take up some form of excersise as well."

"I'm working on it Doc. Your nurses are giving me a whole heap of ideas for a good diet."

As he said this Edith slipped in and popped a cup of tea and a plate with a generous slice of homemade ginger cake onto the tray across Harry's bed.

"Edith, your ginger cake is renowned across the Island, but it might be a bit too rich for Harry at the moment." 

Before the doctor had finished, Harry had maneuvered himself closer to the tray and picked up the cake, taking a large bite and sighing. He chewed rhythmically then swallowed, a smile breaking out on his lips.

"Doc, this is a little slice of heaven, are you sure it's bad for me?"

"Pretty bad Harry, however an occasional piece of comfort food, can help recovery. Nurse, he's not to have anymore cake for the next forty eight hours. Plenty of lean meat, salads, vegetables and fruit, are you listening?"

"Heard and understood, Hamish, although your mother would recommend another slice of cake a little later."

"And as you are my mother, I take it you're going to give him a slice anyway?"

"No sense in it going stale son, wouldn't want it to spoil." She grinned again and swept out.

Susan tried to hide her laughter , Neta just let it go. Harry grinned and finished his tea. Hamish leaned over and broke a piece of the cake off and fed it into his mouth.

"No doctor should allow his patient to be exposed to something he hasn't tried himself. Mmm Mamma does make a decent ginger cake. Now seriously, you should rest up and eat as directed, hopefully we can have you on your feet fairly shortly. Then home and rest, food and exercise."

"When can I fly home?"

"I think you need six to eight weeks, before you even consider flying, and why would you want to leave this paradise anyway?"

"Good point Hamish, thanks."

"Well I have other patients to see, I'll pop back later, hopefully when Edith sneaks some more cake in." He winked and left.

"I was talking to Hamish while you slept, we need to set you up with a routine when you leave and try to increase the amount of walking you do over time."

"Susan, whatever it takes, how are the girls and Kyle and Em?"

"They're fine. looking forward to you coming home when you're fit and well."

"I want to say thanks to Kyle for lending me his dinosaur book."

"you'll see Kyle when we get home, for now just concentrate on getting well. I have an idea anyway, if we call Perdy and Lizzie on the i-Pad we can FaceTime them and you can talk to Kyle and Em too."

"Good idea, mmm, I think I'll sleep on that," 

Harry smiled and closed his eyes. 

Shortly his breathing slowed as he drifted off to sleep. Susan sat back and watched him. The love they had was complete and she smiled as she recalled their turbulent life together. Neta reappeared and asked if she needed anything, Susan couldn't think of anything at the moment, so Neta left for the island, taking Susan's old clothes in the bag she came with. This scene replayed for three weeks, before Susan felt able to go home at night, the short trip to the island leading her back to their bed. 

Susan noticed that her weight was up a little, then she noticed her Mummy Pouch looked a little larger. She began a new diet and exercise routine, but felt a little lethargic as time moved on. At the hospital Harry was steadily improving and he was often dressed and ready for a walk when Susan arrived. They would amble round the gardens and sit and just hold hands making plans for their return home.

Harry noticed that Susan's style of dress was changing and she often had to postpone their walk for a bathroom dash. When they sat down one day, Harry took the bull by the horns and asked Susan what was wrong with her, fearing the worst.

"Harry, how old am I?"

"Six years younger than me, why?"

"Harry, do you remember we made love, shortly before your heart attack."

"I do, how could I forget, it was a magical time. It was perfect, we were so together."

"Yes we were, Harry, God... I don't know how to tell you this. Harry I'm pregnant!"

"You're pregnant, why that's wonderful, amazing, but how? I mean I know how, but how?"

"I don't know, I mean I thought my periods were finished, or finishing, I was post-menopausal, well at least I thought I was. I was concerned at the weight gain and the funny feelings, then I was sick, every morning, never happened with Lizzie."

"Have you seen a doctor, can Hamish you know check..."

"I've seen Hamish, I've had the tests, ultrasound, everything, you're going to be a father again."

"Do the girls know?"

"Yes, they're over the moon, Lizzie is organizing everything back home. Perdy just keeps grinning, every time I talk to her, I can hear it in her voice."

"Susan, this is unbelievable, truly unbelievable, you are happy about it aren't you?"

"You mean apart from nothing fits, my boobs ache, I'm sick every morning and I need to pee about eight times an hour, yes Harry I'm so happy about it."

"Thank God, I thought you were leading up to.."

"Never, I couldn't do that Harry, not to the baby or you. I just had a small worry you wouldn't.. you know."

"No, no, no, I want this baby, I want to bring another life into the world, I want to see, touch and love your beautiful child."

"I'm so pleased, but Harry at my age their are risks. We can do tests but there is a small chance that the child may not be perfect, you know what I'm saying?"

"I do, now stop worrying and let's walk, unless you need the loo?"

"Shut up Parker, let's get mobile."

"I love you Susan, I love you so very much."

"I know Harry, I love you very much too."

"Do you have any idea if it's a boy or girl?"

"They can tell from the scan, but I asked not to be told."

"Okay, good, can I come to the next scan?"

"Of course, I want you there to see our beautiful baby inside me."

Over the following weeks Harry's recovery continued, helped by the blooming of Susan and the scans of his unborn child. At seven months, Harry and a very pregnant Susan flew home to be reunited with Lizzie, Perdy, Kyle and Em. Harry's grandchildren were all over him, Kyle re-united with Grandad and his Dinosaur book, sat perched on his lap, doggedly trying to read the book to Harry. Em held her arms out and up to Susan, who whooshed her up and cuddled her tightly.

Lizzie and Perdy holding hands grinned with delight, as Ola, their Housekeeper appeared with tea and cake, placing a large tray on the coffee table. She grinned and nodded at Harry.

"Hello Parker, I see you are much better, how are you doing?"

"All the better for being home with you guys." Harry said and grinned.

"Good, I make special meal, very healthy, lots of rice and pulses, fresh salad and lean meat, unless you want fatty fry up special." She grinned and winked at him. 

"Ola, I have so missed you and Josip, I am very glad to be back with the kids, Lizzie and Perdy, and home."

"We love having you back, don't we Perds?"

"Absolutely, welcome home Harry, and my lovely sexy Mother." Perdy grinned at Susan, who blushed and sat with Em on her lap.

"I wish I felt Sexy, but unfortunately I just feel, bloated and shattered."

"Mum you look great, really good for a fifty..."

"Don't even go there Lizzie."

"Well mother, after all the times you warned me to be careful and take precautions, you end up getting knocked up by a sixty year old."

Perdy guffawed into her hands, Harry laughed and Susan grinned.

"I know, I know, we should have taken more care, blah, blah. But I honestly thought it would be okay, I thought all that had been and gone."

"Well it obviously hasn't has it, so Father, are you going to stand by my mother and are your intentions honourable?"

"Lizzie, I am going to be with her every step of the way, I have regretted not being with Susan when you were born, I shan't make that mistake again."

"Good, well that's settled then, thank you for your honesty,"

Lizzie held her hand out and Harry reached out and shook it.

"Mummy what are you and grandad doing?"

"Kyle Mummy and Grandad are playing a silly game, because they love each other very much,"

Perdy said as she put her arm round Lizzie's waist.

"Why is Nanny's tummy so big?"

"Because Kyle Nanny is making a baby for her and Grandad to love, like they love you and me and Mummy and Em."

"Will it be my baby brother or sister?"

"Well it won't be your brother or sister, it will be your uncle or aunt."

"Will there be a party and presents and all that?"

"Kyle there will be a big party, when Nanny and Grandad and their baby come home, we'll have jelly and cakes, fizzy pop and chocolate, you see," added Ola to the clearly excited child.

"I want to help Nanny pick out the baby." 

"Kyle Nanny and Grandad have already picked out the baby, we just have to wait for it to come into the world. At the moment it's safe in Nanny's tummy, growing and moving, and getting ready to pop out."

"Can I see it coming out?"

"Well I think Nanny and Grandad have it arranged at the hospital already, but as soon as it's born, you can see it."

"Will I be able to hold him?"

"Well we'll see nearer the time, and how do you know it's a boy anyway?"

"I heard Mummy say Nanny's all in front so it's a boy."

"We're just guessing Kyle, do you want a baby boy then?"

"Yes I think so,"

"Baby girl, baby girl, baby girl," Em bounced on Susan's knee.

"Oh Em, be careful with Nanny, she's quite tired my darling."

"I'm okay Perdy, it's alright, please I've missed these two so much."

"Just worried about her hurting you, even accidentally."

"I understand, but I'll be fine. Now let's have tea and I'm going to have a piece of the lemon drizzle cake. Harry have some fruit."

"Yes Mum," they chorused, dissolving into laughter.

Kyle and Em sat on the floor, a plate in their lap, eating a small slice of cake, with grapes and slices of apple. Harry reached for an orange, which he peeled and ate slowly. He licked his lips and wiped his hands on a napkin. Placing his plate with the peel and used napkin on the coffee table he took his tea and sat back tired but happy to be home. Later Susan went upstairs for a nap and Harry played with Kyle and Em. Perdy left to open and run Susan's art gallery and Lizzie went to the office on the first floor to deal with the day to day business of her and Perdy's on-line clothing store.

Susan woke feeling refreshed and desperate to pee, making her way to the bathroom she sat and dealt with her needs. Finishing she wiped and flushed. Deciding to shower and change, she was happily enjoying the feel of the shower over her body when she saw a shape appear in the bathroom.

"Hi Mum, only me, I need to pee, is that okay?"

"Fine Lizzie, how's it going?"

"Loads of orders, we may need to open another production line if this carries on. We have some spare capacity, but if the orders keep growing we'll need to think about another line sooner than we expected."

"That's marvelous darling, how brilliant you two are."

"Well Perdy's the designer, I'm just the business, but yeah we're doing pretty well. Hey do you want to try some of our designs?"

"You don't think I'll look like mutton dressed as lamb?"

"Certainly not mother! Perdy's right you do look sexy, you'd be a perfect asset for our range. That would encourage the more mature pregnant ladies to come on-board."

"Mature as in old birds?"

"Mother!"

"Oh alright, I'll have another look at the catalogue, I have to say I love the designs anyway."

Susan stopped the shower and climbed out naked. Lizzie was still sat on the toilet.

"Oh My God, you are gorgeous Mummy, give us a twirl?"

Susan span slowly on her toes, her arms widening. She smiled as she saw Lizzie's face, transfixed with wonder.

"Well, does the old girl look okay now?"

"Mum you are perfect, would you do a spread for us. you know select a few items from the range and let Perdy photograph you?"

"Are you sure I'd look okay?"

"Mummy you look radiant, perfect, I..."

Susan moved to Lizzie, bending to hug her as tears fell down her daughters face. Lizzie's arms slipped round Susan and she held her tightly. They stayed that way for many minutes until Susan had to shift as cramp and cold overtook her. Lizzie sniffed, then wiped herself, standing to pull her clothes back together. Susan now clad in a large bath towel, walked with her daughter back into the master bedroom.

Downstairs, Harry sat back on the sofa, as he, Kyle and Em settled down for an afternoon nap. When Susan had dressed, she and Lizzie came downstairs to find all three were asleep, huddled together. Ola stood with a blanket ready to cover them, She raised a finger to her lips. They nodded and finished the last few steps quietly on tiptoe. Grinning they watched Ola cover the sleeping forms. 

They followed her out to the kitchen, where over cold drinks they giggled at the scene in the other room. Later they woke and Harry appeared demanding cold drinks and fruit in a silly sing song voice, as Kyle and Em danced round him.

After the children were in bed, the adults sat eating, Ola and Josip with them. It would soon become almost a ritual that Ola and Josip ate with the family, as much as their children ate with Kyle and Em. Harry and Josip would then do the dishes and pans, whilst the ladies retired to the lounge with coffee and, or, cold drinks. Harry and Josip appeared after their jobs were completed and took coffe etc, sitting with the girls. 

"Ola, Josip, do you think it's time Irena joined the adults for meals? She's going to be sixteen soon, she's no longer a child."

"Susan, you think that would be okay? We discuss this, Irena is good girl and accepts that she eats with the children, but I agree, she is now almost growed up."

"Ola, Josip, please ask Irena to join us at the table from tomorrow, if she wishes."

"Thank you Parker, Josip and I will talk to her tomorrow after school."

"Talking of school and things, the nursery your children attend, would they have vacancies for another child?" Lizzie asked, Perdy nodding in agreement.

"I ask tomorrow, when I drop off Cezar and Jakub, will be no problem."

"Hey wait, don't I get a say in this?"

"Parker, if you want to be with your friends, I'll see if you can go too." Josip smiled as he spoke and the table dissolved in laughter.

"Thanks Josip that's what I wanted to hear," Harry said ruefully.

"Harry, you have a schedule to get underway, we need to improve your stamina and get you fully fit."

"Yeah I guess, but I'll miss little Em, do I still get to walk Kyle to school?"

"If and when you get back to full fitness, although you'll now have Beata and Kaja as well."

"Cool, well that's something to work towards."

"Right, it's settled then. Now we have another announcement, Susan has agreed to model some of our clothes for a feature on older mothers and pregnancy fashions."

"Good for you Susan, you'll be great."

"Harry you don't think I'll look freaky and seem like I'm trying to be young and hip, but look old and sad?"

"Susan, you could wear a bin liner and look sexy and attractive, you'll look great."




A New Dawn Ch. 04



"Perdy's doing the shoot, we'll start tomorrow, is that okay Mum?"

"Tomorrow, but I thought you'd need to get it organised."

"Lizzie and I have discussed this already Susan, the shoot will be here and we can have the clothes here in twenty four hours. All you need to do is choose."

"Harry?"

"What, if you want help choosing, I'm your man."

"Oh God, you've got me cornered again, you rats."

"True, but you love us really."

"Absolutely."

"Tomorrow it is then, pass the i-Pad, I'll get your mother looking straight away."

"thanks Harry you're a pal."

The next day shortly after Josip began the school run, UPS delivered several boxes addressed to Lizzie. Susan was in the shower when Harry let her know that she was required. Finishing she stepped out the shower and laughed as Harry's jaw dropped.

"Harry you see me naked all the time, how come you look surprised and delighted every time?"

"How about you look stunning and I can't believe you still love me."

"I'll always love you, you dope."

"I hope so, anyway, your clothes have arrived. Including some sexy underwear."

"Oh No! no glamour shots, just the clothes."

"Perdy's orders, you have to do it."

"Harry, do I have to?"

"Yes you do, you'll be a role model, trust me."

"Okay but I want it noted I am doing this reluctantly, I think I'll look gross."

"Trust me you'll look great and Perdy will bring out the best in you. She is one talented lady."

"Okay but I get full editorial control, if I say no, it gets pulled."

"Totally, no question, you decide."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

The clothes were laid out and Perdy was setting up the camera and lighting. a roll of photographers backdrop was suspended against one wall and lights lit it evenly. The roll had been pulled out to lay several feet along the floor. Susan stood in just her towel, waiting for Perdy to finish. Perdy looked round.

"Susan, can you just step onto the floor so I can get this adjusted."

Susan walked forward and stood centrally on the roll, Perdy fussed round, walking to Susan with a light-meter. Walking away she picked up a Polaroid camera and clicked off a few shots, pausing whilst they developed. She looked and frowned, passing them to Harry. Lizzie came in and smiled. She looked at the shots and grinned, giving Susan a thumbs up. Perdy looked again and made a few more adjustments, fired off two more Polaroids, this time showing Susan.

She lifted Susan's foot and made a small squiggle with a marker pen. She repeated this with the other foot, explaining to Susan these were her markers, each shot would use this point as the focus point. Walking back she set up the digital SLR camera on a tripod, and measured the focal plane. Adjusting the camera she smiled at Susan.

"OK a big ask to start with, throw the towel to Harry, turn sideways, cup your belly and cover your breasts with your other arm, that's it."

The lights fired simultaneously with the flash mounted on the camera and Susan grinned. First shots done. She hadn't anticipated this but it was fun. Lizzie moved and retrieved the maternity bra and support pants. helping her mother dress. Susan turned full on and at Perdy's instructions moved her arms and legs, half turning again, raising her arms, as Perdy fired off shot after shot. 

Each item in the collection was carefully shot, as Susan posed and smiled her way through each shot. Finally Perdy called "Finished" and they all clapped. They walked downstairs where tea and fruit had been laid out by Ola, who was looking after Em. Seeing her Nanny and Grandad and her Mummy's, Em's smile lit up the lounge. She was cuddled by each in turn until she sat on Lizzie's lap drinking milk from her cup.

Perdy sat looking at the images on the small preview screen on the back of the camera, Lizzie looking and murmuring to her. Perdy acknowledging the comments with nods and grins. Harry had Susan on his lap and Ola stood looking with pride at the family group.

"You should do group shot with Kyle and Em, good for lounge wall, whole family."

"You're right Ola, maybe we can do that at the weekend, let you take our picture."

"No Josip has good eye, he can take picture, I make lunch." She grinned and returned to the kitchen.

"We should also take a family group for Ola and Josip," said Susan.

"Sure, we can do that," said Perdy looking up.

"Well how'd I do?"

"I think we have a winner, I need time to look at the images enlarged, but I think we nailed it first time."

"I told Harry I want full editorial control, especially the underwear shots."

"Your call Susan, but I think you're going to love it. Come on, let's look at these in the office."

Perdy stood and held her hand out to Susan. they walked arm in arm upstairs. Lizzie walked over to Harry and replaced Susan on his lap.

"'Kay Daddy?"

"Sure honey, she looked great didn't she?"

"Yes she did, she's beautiful."

"You said it, but you're so like her honey, you're a stunning young lady, well I should say Mum I suppose."

"Daddy, you sweet talking man. no wonder Mummy fell for you."

"I've nearly lost her twice now, I won't let it happen again, nor you, I love you so much baby girl."

"I know, I love you too Daddy, I'm so glad we've got back together, it's so lovely having you around."

"No regrets, no holding back?"

"None at all, I always loved you, despite everything, although..."

"I know, but I hope you could forgive me a little, eventually."

"I have Daddy, you were there when we really needed you, and it's not just about the money. Remember how we used to send you all over the place just to get you running around."

"I thought I was being useful."

"That's the funny thing, you were and we came to rely on you, and you never complained, ever."

"Because I was near you and Mum, and Perdy too. I really wanted to make up for the shit days when you were younger."

"and you did, you really did."

"Thanks Lizzie, I really love to think it was all worthwhile. Those endless cab rides, the waiting at the printers. The queue at the parcel place. I loved it all."

"Good, because you helped us enormously, there was and is so much to do at the Gallery. By the way, Perdy and I have the next installment of the loan ready to repay."

"You've done the maths and it won't leave you short?"

"No I am proud to say MammaBearWear can repay you one quarter of the loan, plus interest, on time without ruining our working capital. Nor will it affect our ratios, we are solvent."

"Proud of you baby girl, I am so very proud of you."

Harry kissed Lizzie, feeling a hot tear hit his cheek. Lizzie laughed but the tears rolled down.

"Well that's the first CFO, who's been in tears whilst sitting on my lap."

"Daddy, I love you so much."

Harry grinned and hugged Lizzie to him.