Storiesonline.net ------- Generations by rlfj Copyright© 2005 by rlfj ------- Description: The women in a household experience love as they help a teenaged girl enter young womanhood. Their own love lives grow as well. Codes: MF mf rom 1st teen cons exhib voy oral anal toys ------- ------- Chapter 1: Afternoon Lemonade "Hi, Heather. What's up?", asked Lauren Graham, looking through the split-rail fence separating her back yard from her neighbor's. On the other side, a teenage girl looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness, as if she couldn't make up her mind about something. Lauren put down her weed clippers and stood up, running the back of a work-gloved hand across her forehead. It was a late Sunday afternoon in the early summer. "Whatcha' doing?", asked Lauren. Heather Mackenzie inched closer to her neighbor, as if she was still making up her mind. "Uh, it's nothing.", she replied. Lauren shrugged her shoulders. "Excited about your birthday? Oooh baby, sweet sixteen and never been kissed, huh?", she said archly, winking lewdly and arching her eyebrows. Lauren knew that Heather's sixteenth birthday was the next weekend. To her surprise, Heather's mouth opened in shock and she blurted out, "How'd you know?!" Lauren looked across the fence in surprise. Thirty-two years old, Lauren Graham had known the teen since she had babysat for her ten years ago. Now the cycle had turned full circle; Heather now babysat for Lauren's children. In many ways, Lauren was the older sister that Heather had never had, and Heather a younger sister for Lauren. "Know what? What's up sweetie?" "No, it's not, well, I can't...", stammered out the red-faced teen. "Come on.", cajoled her friend. "You can tell a Super Secret Buddy anything, remember." She balled up her right fist and extended her pinky finger, curled into a hook, and stuck it over the fence. Heather giggled and stepped closer. Lauren had declared that they were 'Super Secret Buddies' back when she had started babysitting the 5 year old Heather, to open the child up and earn her trust, and had even developed the 'Super Secret Buddy Handshake', as if it was a secret club. Heather extended her balled up fist and extended pinky and gripped Lauren's. Next the two women reached across the fence to gently pinch each other's nose, and while vigorously shaking pinkies and pinching noses, gave each other a raspberry. Laughing, the pair separated. "Now, what is going on?", repeated Lauren. Heather looked around, then turned back and lowered her voice. There was nobody else anywhere near to overhear them, but she was practically whispering. "Well, my Dad says that when I'm sixteen I can start dating, you know, real dates, not just school dances with him driving us, and I don't know about sex and stuff. Can you tell me?" Lauren's eyes opened wide at this. "Are you sure you don't want to talk to your Mom about this, honey?", she asked. Heather looked panic-stricken at this. "Jeez, no! I can't ask her about this! You know Mom!" Lauren nodded in sad agreement with her young friend. The Mackenzie parents were supremely dysfunctional; it was a miracle that Heather was anything at all resembling normal. When Lauren and her late husband had moved to the neighborhood, Jim and Norma Mackenzie had been a relatively normal couple, interested in their church and school and neighborhood. Over the last few years or so, however, Heather's mother had become increasingly religious, to the point where it had become an obsession. Originally a devout Catholic, it had developed to the point where she spent vast hours working at the church, attending special masses, participating in every conceivable church oriented protest and rally. Her car was festooned with religious bumper stickers, and religious paintings and artwork plastered the walls of the house. Perhaps in response, Jim, certainly the most boring individual Lauren had ever met, except at parties where he became a very social drinker, had begun to withdraw from his family, drinking even more than normal, staying out late and avoiding home life to avoid his wife. As best as possible, he attempted to shield Heather from her mother's excesses, despite his own. Norma Mackenzie was actively attempting to turn her daughter into a live-in nun, banning any kind of pretty clothing, makeup, or relationship with boys. It had taken a threat of divorce from her husband to force her to allow Heather to begin dating. "Not getting any better?", asked Lauren sadly. Heather leaned against the fence and shook her head in the negative. "I think he really means it this time. I just want to get out of school and go away somewhere and leave them both. I think he'll divorce her the minute I move out, and she'll never allow that, and I just don't know what she'll do then." She shrugged in resignation. "You know that you can always come over here and stay, no matter what. It's part of the Super Secret Buddy code." That got a laugh from the teen, and Lauren stepped back. "Come on over. Watch the kids a moment and I'll go in and get some lemonade." Heather grinned and slipped between the rails of the fence. The girl walked over to the sandbox where the Graham children were playing, scratching the head of Goldy, the golden retriever tied up near them as she passed. Goldy jumped up and slobbered over the teen as Jimmy, 7, and Holly, 6, looked up at her. "Hi guys.", she said cheerfully. Holly jumped up and ran to her, to wrap her arms around the girl. Jimmy was somewhat more suspicious. "Is Mom going somewhere?", he asked. "Are you babysitting? I don't need a babysitter." "I'm just visiting.", she answered, leaving the children to their games and side-stepping Goldy as she walked over to the enclosed veranda. Lauren had come out carrying a pitcher of lemonade and four plastic mugs. "Hey guys, lemonade!", yelled Lauren, and the children came running. Both children accepted their lemonade, though Jimmy eyed his suspiciously. "Are you going somewhere?", he asked. "No." Lauren kicked off her sneakers. "Why?" "Just curious.", replied her son, eyeing the two women. His mother laughed at him. "Goldy needs some exercise. Go take her for a walk." Holly looked up at this. "I'll take her!" "No, I'll take her! You're too little.", announced her slightly older brother. "Am not! Mom!", protested Holly. "Enough!", said Lauren, loudly, ending the debate. "You'll both take her!" The children looked oddly at this, and Lauren said, "Both of you get a leash and hook it to her collar and take her around the block." At this, the young pair drained their lemonades and scampered inside to find leashes. It took several minutes for them to hook up the dog, then the trio moved out, Goldy in the lead. "Around the block is a half hour, but with Goldy, it's probably twice that.", commented Heather. "Dumbest dog alive.", agreed Lauren. She poured some more lemonade for herself, then said, "Now what is this about dating and sex?" Heather looked embarrassed again. "Well, I mean, I've already been asked out, for Saturday, by Robby Jones, and I need to know about sex. I mean at the end of the date, when we have sex, I mean, what do I do?" Lauren stared at her young friend, then said, "What!? What do you mean, when you have sex at the end of the date?" "Well, Sadie Cassel says that she always has sex at the end of her dates, and I know that guys expect it, that if they pay for a date, you have to pay them back, you know. So, what do I do?" "Oh, Lord!", exclaimed Lauren. "Listen, Heather, if you want to have sex, fine, but it is not a requirement, okay? You don't always have sex at the end of a date and it doesn't matter what boys want. It is up to you, not them." "Really?", asked a confused teen. "Really!", replied Lauren emphatically. She reached out and took Heather's hand. "Listen to me. Don't ever do something you don't want to do, ever! If you don't want to have sex, then don't. If someone says you have to, bullshit! It is your body." "Uh, okay.", replied Heather, "But what if the guy says you have to?" "Bullshit! If a boy touches you and you don't want him to, kick him in the balls! Run away and call your folks or the cops. Hell, call me and I'll come and get you." Heather shrugged and agreed. "I don't understand. If I have to have sex at the end of the date, why would I fight?" "Oh, honey, that's just it. You don't have to have sex at the end of a date. Most of the time back when I was dating, the guy got nothing but a kiss.", said Lauren. "Really? Sadie says she always lets her date fu... fu... have sex with her." "Fuck her? Is that the word you wanted to say?" Heather nodded, her face red. "You're allowed to say it, Heather. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Two choices; Sadie is full of shit or Sadie is a slut. Pick one!" It took a second for the teen to think over that idea, but then she asked, "What about if boys pay for a movie or something? Don't you have to pay them back? Mom says all men only want one thing!" Lauren grinned at this. "Well, actually, your mother is right! Men do only want one thing. That does not mean that they get it. Every guy would love for you to pay him back that way, that's why they came up with the idea. Trust me, an awful lot of guys who have that idea go home at the end of a date with blue balls and jerk off!" "Blue balls? What are those?", asked Heather. "Hmmm... Just how much about sex do you know?", asked Lauren. Heather shrugged. "Just what they taught in Health class. I mean, I know about the sperm and the egg and stuff, though they don't really teach how they get together. And a friend of mine showed me a magazine of her brother's, showing pictures of a guy putting his penis into a girl's vagina. God, but that looked so gross! Why would anybody do that?!" Lauren laughed loudly at that. "Lots of reasons! One, that's how you make babies!" Her voice lowered and she got a little misty. "For another reason, it is the best way for two people in love to show how much they love each other." She thought back on her time with her husband, dead now for almost three years. "And lastly, because it is a lot of fun!" "Really?", asked a curious Heather. "Beats the hell out of whatever is in second place!" Hearing the clatter as Goldy and her owners came roaring around the corner into the yard, she stood and said, "Listen, stay for dinner. Watch the kids while I take a shower, then after I get them put to bed, we'll talk some more. I think I know how I can teach you something." She had a gleam in her eye as she said this. ------- Chapter 2: First Lessons Lauren pulled off her T-shirt and tossed it into the open hamper, then undid the snap on her shorts and threw them in as well. Reaching into the shower, she twisted the valve to turn on the hot water, then stepped back. Facing the mirror, she reached behind her back and undid the heavy and utilitarian bra and peeled it off. Finally she pulled off the plain and functional cotton panties and examined herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw. She wasn't a teen any longer, like her young friend, but she thought she had held up fairly well. She was five-foot-seven, an average height, she thought, and still fairly slim. She twisted around in the mirror and checked her butt. No sag or cottage cheese; a daily power walk instead of lunch handled that. She cupped her breasts and lifted them. Nicely hefty and no sag there either, she thought to herself smugly. She pulled the scrunchy from her long brown hair and stepped into the shower. She supposed that what she was doing might be considered contributing to the delinquency of a minor, but rather doubted whether such a charge could stick, or even who might make it. Heather's mother would most likely demand an exorcism be performed to rid her daughter of the demon of sexuality, and her father would simply roar at her mother and pour himself another drink. No, Heather needed a friend to tell her about the nuts and bolts, a real friend, not another clueless teen. As Lauren soaped up her body, she briefly debated relaxing and letting her fingers slip between her legs. The talk with Heather had turned her on to a certain extent, and a small orgasm would go nicely with the relaxation the hot water was providing. Then she heard the thunder of children rumble down the hallway, and with a mild sense of frustration, turned off the water. She stepped from the shower and dried off quickly, then slipped into her bedroom. She dressed much as she had earlier, in plain and workmanlike underwear, a T-shirt and shorts. She saved the fancy stuff for her boyfriend. Opening the door to her bedroom, she corralled her son who was chasing his sister, and led him to the kitchen. Heather had hamburgers frying on the stove and plates with buns ready for them. Because of the children she and Heather couldn't continue their earlier conversation, but Lauren told her friend obliquely that both of the kids would be zonked out after dinner, and they could talk after being put to bed. She hadn't been subtle enough, for Jimmy protested that he wasn't tired, and Holly agreed. The twosome decided to start a contest to see which could stay up longer. Lauren ignored them and sent them off to their rooms to change into their pajamas. Only Holly returned. Investigating, Heather came back with an amused look on her face and the announcement that Jimmy was sound asleep. Holly hugged her mother and Heather good night, then slipped off to bed herself. It was Lauren who checked on the pair next, and when she came back downstairs, she was carrying something in a small box. "Come on, let's go downstairs.", she said to Heather, and the teen followed her down to the finished basement. "What's up?", asked Heather, as Lauren turned on the television. Lauren simply opened the box and pulled out a video tape. Sliding the tape out of its box and into the VCR, she handed the cassette's box to Heather. On the cover was a half naked blonde with giant tits, the title 'Good Girls Do - Everything!', and a promise of action like nothing seen before. Heather's jaw dropped as she stared at the tape box. "Oh my God!", she exclaimed. "Is this a... a... a dirty movie?!" "Yep!", said Lauren. "Grade A, USDA Prime porn. Come on, sit down. You wanted to learn about sex, so learn." The teen stared at the screen as the credits, such as they were, began rolling, and Lauren had to turn the volume down so that the simulated moaning wouldn't wake the children up. "Listen, this stuff actually isn't all that real, but it is sex and it'll give you an idea of what sort of things are involved." "You own a dirty movie?", asked Heather incredulously. Lauren shrugged and smiled. "Gary bought a few, years ago. Every once in a while we'd watch one in the bedroom and fool around. I keep them hidden in the closet." Heather's eyes were glued to the screen. In the opening scene, the well-stacked blonde on the cover of the videotape, dressed in a practically non-existent miniskirt, blouse, and stiletto heels got out of a car with her boyfriend and went into his house. Once there, they sat down on the couch, and after about ten seconds of foreplay, began undressing each other. Heather gasped, her jawing dropping open as she watched the actor pawing at the blonde's tits and the blonde started stroking his cock. "Oh my God!", she exclaimed. Lauren watched her young friend and grinned. She knew that she herself could be considered pretty, perhaps very pretty, but Heather was in an entire different category. The teen was drop dead gorgeous, and was only becoming more beautiful as she grew up. She had lost most of her baby fat, but still had a voluptuous figure that most women would kill for. She didn't possess the slim form of Lauren, but though shorter, had larger and fuller breasts and wider hips and a round and jaunty butt. Her waist was slim enough, and some would think that she had a figure that would go to fat as she aged. Lauren thought otherwise, since Heather's mother had a similar form and maintained it easily. The major difference between mother and daughter was from the neck up. Norma looked shrewish, with a pinched face and expression, icy blue eyes, and she wore her mousy brown hair done up in a bun. Heather's brown was practically radiant, and flowed in thick waves to the middle of her back, framing a round face, and her blue eyes twinkled. Within moments, the blonde on the screen had twisted around on the couch and lowered her head into her partner's lap, Heather let out a loud, "Gross!", as the blonde began giving the actor head. "Now that is called a blowjob.", interjected Lauren. "Guys love getting their cock sucked. Learn to do that well and you can get them to do anything you want." Heather stared at her tutor in horror. "You're kidding me, right?" Lauren shook her head. "Don't knock it 'til you've tried it. It's actually a lot of fun." The scene on the screen had now shifted to the actor giving the blonde head. "Now there's the payoff. Getting your clit licked properly is one of heaven's sheer pleasures, and all you have to do is tell your boyfriend that if he wants to get his cock sucked he has to go downtown himself." Heather looked at Lauren curiously. "Really? It seems sort of dirty." Lauren smiled and asked, "Is yours dirty?" Heather gave a shocked look, and Lauren continued, "Well mine isn't dirty either. Guys like to keep themselves clean too. I mean they don't call them the 'family jewels' and not keep them polished." Heather grinned and turned back to the screen in time to watch the guy stuff his oversized cock into the blonde's pussy. Over the next several minutes the actors fucked in several different positions, and Lauren gave comments on them. "Standard missionary, pleasant... reverse missionary, or girl-on-top, lots of control with that one... God only knows, but impossible... doggy style, very enjoyable, my personal favorite..." "Why is it called that?", asked Heather curiously. "Because that's how most animals, including dogs, do it." On the screen the actor pulled out and jerked off onto the blonde's ass. "Now that is bullshit. That's called a pop shot or a money shot. Nobody actually does that. Don't ask why they do that in these things." Heather didn't comment as the scene changed to the blonde leaving, getting in a car, and going home. At her apartment was a different boyfriend, and she immediately got undressed and proceeded to have sex with him, as well. Again Lauren described the action to her fascinated young friend, finishing with, "Now that's called a facial, or a pearl necklace. Again, not too realistic. I much prefer to swallow." In the next scene, supposedly at a health spa the next day, the blonde and another girl, a very buxom brunette, seemed to be talking about their boyfriends. This was obviously just a means to get the pair into the locker room, where they both got undressed and began doing each other. Heather's jaw dropped again. "Oh my God, that's sick! They're, they're lesbians!" "Well, technically, this would make the blonde bisexual.", interjected Lauren, explaining. "Most of these movies have at least one girl-girl scene in them. Again, don't ask me why; I have no idea." "That's sick! People don't really do that, do they?", asked Heather, as the blonde and brunette began doing a spirited sixty-nine. Lauren simply returned a wicked grin, and Heather blushed and turned back to the screen. The next scene involved the blonde visiting the brunette's home and joining the brunette in a three-way with the brunette's boyfriend. Heather stared in fascination at the different combinations displayed. The scene finished with a facial on both the women. The final scene showed both the blonde's boyfriends showing up at her apartment at the same time. Rather than become jealous, both decided to do her, and this threesome showed several different double penetrations, or DPs as Lauren explained. The final involved the blonde riding one of the guys, with his cock up her cunt, and the other guy kneeling behind to fuck her in the ass. Heather almost gagged at the thought. At the end of the film, Lauren hit the rewind button and turned to Heather. "I'll bet that was a bit more explanatory than Health class.", she said. "Jesus Christ!", swore her mild-mannered friend. "Just remember,", commented Lauren, "that a lot of that stuff is only done for the film. It really isn't like that. I simply wanted you to see some of the mechanics involved, you know, what goes where, and how." "Have you actually done all that stuff?", asked an incredulous Heather. It was Lauren's turn to look shocked. "Good Lord, no!" Then she grinned. "I've done a fair bit of it, though. I mean, I've never had a threesome, or done two guys the same night, but the rest, sure." "Like the blowjobs and getting your pussy licked?", asked the teen. "All the time! That sort of stuff is very common and very enjoyable. The technical terms are fellatio and cunnilingus. When you do them at the same time, it's called a sixty-nine." At Heather's curious look, she grabbed a pencil and drew out the sixty-nine in the appropriate manner. ."What about the butt stuff?", asked Heather. "Sometimes.", admitted Lauren. "It can hurt a bit at first, so I have to be really turned on to let the guy do it, but again, it is not too terribly uncommon, and can be a lot of fun." "And the stuff with girls?", asked a wide-eyed Heather. Lauren gave her young friend a wicked grin. "Not lately, but I have. Back when I was your age, one of my friends and I were goofing off, sunbathing one afternoon. Later, we went up to her room to change, and we started horsing around. Well, we ended up on her bed, and her head was down by my pussy, and she sort of kissed me, and I liked it. We kept fooling around and got each other off. We kept it up for a few months, then I met this guy and she met a guy, and we sort of concentrated our attentions elsewhere." "How old were you when you, well..." "Popped my cherry?", teased Lauren. Heather blushed and nodded. Lauren thought back a second or two. "I was your age, sixteen. I was a junior in high school and we had been going steady most of the year. It was the middle of the spring semester and we did it in his car out by the lake. It wasn't all that great, but boy, did it get better!" "You must have had lots of guys!", said Heather. Lauren shrugged. "Why, just because I'm so much older than you?" She shook her head and held up her right hand, all five fingers extended. "That's how many. That first guy my junior year, another fellow when I was a senior. Uh, a brief fling with a guy as a freshman in college, then I met Gary later that year, and we stayed true to each other right up until he died. That was almost ten years, from college to the accident. After he died, I stayed alone until I met Peter, and that was only six months ago. So, you see, I don't think I've had all that many lovers." Lauren popped the tape from the VCR and put it back in the box. "Listen, you have to be getting home. I have to go to work in the morning, and you have to watch the monsters in the afternoon. We'll talk some more tomorrow." ------- Chapter 3: Peter "Enhanced Systems, Lauren Graham speaking, how may I help you?", said Lauren as she picked up the telephone on her desk. She glanced at her desk clock and picked up a pen. "I'll just bet you could enhance my system.", replied the caller, a lewd tone to his voice. "Like you wouldn't believe!", answered a laughing Lauren. "You nut, do you need someone or are you just calling to sexually harass me?" Peter Tallman's grin could practically be heard through the phone line. "Just checking, are you still coming over after work? I was figuring dinner or something." "Yes. I'll call you if there's a problem, but figure around six or so.", she answered. Glancing around the small office, she saw a customer coming through the door. "Gotta go. Love ya'." Lauren thought about the phone call after routing the customer off to the sales offices. Did she love Peter Tallman? She certainly lusted for him, but love? She had been in love for ten years, with her late husband, Gary, and her feelings for her new lover were somewhat different. Lauren Boscow had met Gary Graham at Union Valley Community College, at the start of the Spring semester their freshman year, when the two had been paired as lab partners in Geology 101, 'Rocks for Jocks.' Both needed a single lab science class to graduate, and by mid-semester had begun sleeping with each other. They had fallen in love along the way, and kept up the relationship through the following year and beyond. Lauren had taken her two-year degree and gotten a job as a secretary; Gary had transferred into a four-year program in criminal science. Weekends he would stay in her apartment and screw her silly. After Gary graduated and took a job as a sheriff's deputy, they were married. For the next eight years things were blissfully happy for the young couple. They started a family, bought a house, and even got a dopey dog. Then it all came to an end on a stormy night when an out-of-control car slammed into the side of Gary's patrol car. He lingered long enough for Lauren to be rushed to the hospital to be with him, though he died without regaining consciousness. Lauren believed her life came to an end that day, though she was mistaken. There had been enough insurance and benefits for the house to be paid for. She had to keep working to pay for everything else, but that was no different than before the accident. Her mother and Gary's took care of the children; with Heather grown up there were three babysitters. Lauren was amazed at how well the fourteen-year-old had handled the children afterwards; it was obvious the girl did not need a babysitter anymore, but could be one. With Jimmy and Holly both now in school, child care pressures eased. During the school year, Heather could sit for them after school. During summer recess, Lauren kept them in a morning program at the school. Afternoons, the two grandmothers and Heather kept a schedule they sorted out among themselves. The two older women had taken Heather to heart, treating her as another granddaughter. Lauren had met Peter only six months ago, during the winter, and her life had been uprooted ever since. Quite simply, he was the sexiest man she had ever met, and when she was with him nothing else mattered. She wasn't sure if it was love or simply lust, but she wanted it to continue. Like many relationships, this one had started at work. Enhanced Systems developed computer systems and networks, and Lauren worked as a secretary there. They had first met when she had been reassigned to the receptionist job after working in sales. Hearing the front door open, she had looked up to see the most perfect possible physical specimen of a man coming closer. Peter Tallman was actually only a few inches taller than her own five-seven, but he had a presence that let him fill a room. He was blonde, with thick hair that was more wavy than curly, a dark tan, blue eyes, and perfect gleaming white teeth. He was wearing a short-sleeved knit sports shirt with a company logo on it, and thick golden curls covered his forearms and showed at the open neck of the shirt. He was powerfully built, like a weightlifter, with a broad chest and wide shoulders, and his muscles rippled easily as he approached her. If human male pheromones were possible, Peter Tallman exuded them by the quart! He oozed sexuality. It had been just over two years since Lauren had buried her husband, and never in that time had she been even tempted by another man. A number had tried to date her, some after a discrete interval and others almost immediately, but she had never once been interested. When Peter left after his meeting, he stopped by Lauren's desk and managed to get not only her phone number but a date for the following Saturday night. That first date had been nothing more than dinner and a few drinks, and Lauren had been as nervous as Heather was now. She had worn tight slacks and a turtleneck sweater, terrified of the impression she was making. Too conservative? Too tight? Did it make her look fat? Too busty? Too tall? Midway through dinner, Peter had reached across the table and taken her hand. "Lauren, you are as jittery as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Have I done something wrong?" Lauren had looked horrified. "Oh my God, no!", she blurted out. At his curious but insistent gaze, she said, "I'm just, well, this is so new to me. This is the first time I've been out, well, with a man since my husband died. The last time I dated I was in college!" Peter's eyes widened at this. He hadn't suspected Lauren was a widow, since she no longer wore her wedding band. He drew her out about her marriage and family, curious and finding himself in uncharted territory also. Peter Tallman knew he was a good-looking guy with a way with women, but his personal preference was for short and slim blondes, young ones, college age. Lauren was anything but that. She was actually over two years older than he was, a buxom brunette, and in heels could look him in the eye. Despite this, he had wanted her since the first time he saw her at the receptionist desk. After a while, Lauren had looked across the table in horror. "Oh, God, I must be babbling!", she had said. Peter laughed and clasped her hand tightly. "Will you calm down! I'll let you know when you start babbling. Are you enjoying dinner?", he asked. Lauren nodded mutely, and he continued. "Then don't be nervous. You knew what to do then, and if you would relax a little, you'd know what to do now. Just go with the flow." Lauren's shoulders had slumped in relief at his words, and she clenched his hand tightly before concentrating on her meal. After dinner they had slipped into the lounge of the restaurant for a couple of drinks before Peter took her home. Any nervousness Lauren felt vanished as Peter kissed her good night at her front door. The young widow practically melted in his arms, and the kiss became considerably more extended than planned. Within moments, Peter had her backed up against the door frame, his hands roaming across her body as he ground his pelvis against hers. When Lauren came up for air, her face was flushed and her eyes were glazed with desire, and she had to wrench herself away. "I can't... the kids... Heather...", came out in a rush, and she pulled the screen door open and stepped inside. Turning back, she asked, "Call me? Please?" Peter grinned and leaned in, for a much quicker kiss. "I'll call.", he promised. A few days later, Peter called and Lauren invited him to dinner. He found this an intriguing invitation, and showed up at her door at six the following Friday night. A rich smell pervaded the foyer as he stepped inside and leaned forward to kiss her. "I thought we were going out.", he commented as he saw the dining room table set for two. "No, I said I was inviting you to dinner. Here. Come on in." "It smells delicious!" "Thank you. Come and see." Taking Peter's hand, she led him into the kitchen. "I just put the beef bourguignon in the oven; that has to bake for another hour-and-a-half. We've also got a nice loaf of French bread and some fresh asparagus.", she said proudly. Lauren considered herself a pretty good cook, and had taken the afternoon off to get everything ready. First, her mother had come over and taken the children with her for the weekend. This was the first time Lauren had asked for some time alone with a man since the funeral, and even if her mother was a little nervous, she was silently ecstatic that her daughter was coming out of her shell. Next, Lauren had given the house a severe going over with Heather, cleaning and dusting hurriedly. Then, while Heather had started preparing the dinner, Lauren had rushed to her bedroom for a quick shower, running back downstairs in her robe to finish dinner. She had just managed to get dressed and rush Heather out the back when the doorbell rang. "Exactly what is beef borg... whatever?", Peter asked. "Basically it's nothing more than beef tips in a burgundy stew of sorts." She handed him a bottle of burgundy. "Here. Open this. We can have some wine while we wait for the beef to cook." She grabbed a pair of wine glasses and a corkscrew and led him back to the living room. Peter opened the wine and poured a pair of glasses, then let Lauren take him on a tour of the downstairs. The house was small but meticulously cared for, and he could tell that his hostess had considerable pride in her home. It was also a home where children were present, even if not underfoot at that very moment, and he was somewhat confused by this. Never before had he dated a woman with children, and he had no idea what the protocol was with children. Peter led Lauren by the hand back into the living room. He refilled their glasses, then sat down in a large armchair. Reaching out, he pulled her towards him, down onto his lap, and Lauren gave him a tentative and nervous smile as she settled into place. "I don't think I've mentioned how lovely you look.", he said. "Thank you.", she said, a shiver running through her as his free hand ran up her back. She had worn a long black and pink halter-topped dress, and the feel of his fingers on the back was electric. She moved closer and found his lips reaching out to hers. They kissed briefly, then Peter pulled back, a ghostly smile on his face. Lauren was confused, wanting to keep going, and she eyed him as he dipped an index finger into his wine glass. Removing it, he ran the wet finger across her cheek, then leaned back in to lick and kiss the wet trail. Lauren gasped at the touch of his lips to her skin, her back arching, thrusting her breasts forward. Peter repeated the maneuver, trailing the wine down to her throat, and he licked and nibbled his way to the soft skin there. Peter stopped and pulled back. Lauren was practically panting with her desire, and waited silently as he took her glass and set it aside. With his fingers, he then trailed the wine down her throat to a spot just above and between her breasts, and when he moved back in she thought she had died and gone to heaven! Peter disdained using any more wine on the pliant and needy woman. Even as he licked and kissed the skin of her neck, he blindly set his wineglass aside. Then, as one hand began to cup and knead her breasts through her dress, the hand behind her slipped up and undid the catch holding the halter-top together. As this came down, he pulled it away, then lowered his lips. He lifted one of the bountiful tits and began to suck and chew on the engorged nipple, wondering what he had ever thought bad about large tits. These were simply delicious. Lauren gasped and pulled him against her, wrapping her arms around him, crying out as she orgasmed. This was so good, so much better than after their first date, when she had spent half the night with her vibrator. She had known that she was going to sleep with Peter that night, she had wanted to so badly, but she didn't realize that it would be so soon! Peter smiled to himself as he pulled the dress from Lauren's heaving body. Even though he was still sucking her tits, his fingers had delved between her legs, and he was very pleasantly surprised by what he found. Actually it was what he failed to find that pleased him, for Lauren wasn't wearing any panties. The hose she had been wearing were actually thigh top stockings, and his fingers probed her dripping cunt, finding her throbbing clit and pushing her into another orgasm. Peter fingerfucked her to a third come, then stood, lifting her to her feet. Lauren looked at him expectantly, her dress falling to the carpet around her feet, and she knew she would do anything he wanted that night. Surprisingly, Peter did not lead her upstairs to her bed, but twisted around and set her back into the chair. Kneeling, he lifted her legs, pulling her dress off completely, then set them widespread on the arms of the chair. He grinned, then said, "I sure hope you like to have your pussy licked, 'cause I think that is the best appetizer possible!" He lowered his face to her heated crotch, and Lauren cried out loudly as he began to lick and suck at her pussy lips. Lauren and Gary had enjoyed a spirited sexual relationship, both before and after their marriage, and she was quite used to both giving and receiving oral pleasure, but this was at an entirely different level. Peter Tallman was making love to her pussy with his lips. Lauren was practically screaming with the enjoyment as he tormented her cunt. He would lick and nibble on her clit, slip his tongue inside, trace her labia with the tip of his tongue, and more, all the while spreading her pussy lips with his fingers. Finally, Peter straightened up, grinning madly at his partner. Lauren stared at his face, practically dripping with her pussy juice, then her eyes were drawn to his cock. Even as he had been eating her, Peter had managed to undo his pants and push them and his boxers down, and now he knelt between her wide-spread legs, with his cock throbbing and aimed directly at her pussy. It was a nicely proportioned organ, somewhat larger than average, but not uncomfortably so, and as she watched, he reached into his pants and found a condom. He was still fumbling it open, when Lauren said, "No, just fuck me. I'm on the pill." His eyes lit up. "You sure?" "Oh, God, just fuck me!", she demanded. "My pleasure!", he answered. Moving closer, he took his erection and aimed it at the pink folds before him. He slammed in, bottoming out immediately, and Lauren orgasmed instantly. She was practically vibrating as he began hammering into her pussy, moaning and twitching incoherently as she thrust back at him. Peter couldn't remember a tighter pussy, and he only lasted a few minutes before he slammed in and spewed into her. "Sweet Jesus!", he exclaimed quietly. Lauren's eyes focused on his face, and she smiled. She lowered her legs to a more comfortable position and leaned forward. She took his face in her hands and kissed him thoroughly and slowly, then pulled back. "Thank you!", she whispered. "No, thank you!", Peter answered. He stood to pull his clothing back together, but was stopped by Lauren. She had a wicked look to her eyes as she pushed him into the chair. "Now I need the appetizer." She crawled between his outstretched legs and took his limp and soggy manhood into her mouth. The mix of come and pussy juice was intoxicating, and she sucked and jacked his shaft until he stiffened again, to feed her a second load of come. She licked her lips and stood up. "Very tasty!", she exclaimed. It was then that a loud beeping started up in the kitchen. Startled, Lauren stood up and grabbed at her clothing, scampering into the kitchen. Peter pulled his pants up and tucked himself in hurriedly, and wandered into the kitchen after her. "Oh, shit!", muttered Lauren. "Something burned?", he asked. "No, I just need to start cooking again." She began to dress and noticed her lover's eyes watching her avidly. Blushing fiercely, she turned away. "Don't get fussy on my account. You look gorgeous just the way you are.", he exclaimed. Surprisingly, rather than endear himself with the compliment, Lauren burst into tears, and Peter came up behind her to wrap his arms around her. "What's wrong?", he asked quietly. "What did I do?" "Shit... it's not you, I mean... I'm not really a slut like this, okay! Jesus but what you must think of me..." Peter suppressed a laugh and leaned in to nuzzle the back of her neck. "I don't think you're a slut, but I do think you are beautiful. If you want to get dressed, fine, but I could look at you like this for days. You are hot!" He hugged her against him. The timer started beeping again, and Lauren pushed him away to try and do too many things at once. Peter stopped her. "Here, tell me what you want me to do, then go to the bathroom and freshen up. I'll be fine." Lauren gave some quick instructions and ran off. First, Peter washed his face and hands at the sink, drying them on a dish towel. Next he tucked his clothes in and grabbed the oven mitts. He pulled the casserole dish out of the oven and set it aside, then put the asparagus to cooking. While that warmed up, he sliced up the French bread into thick slices and started taking food out to the table. Surveying the situation, he noted that Lauren had set the table so that their settings were at opposite ends of the table; he moved his to her side. By the time the asparagus was done and everything was on the table, Lauren had returned. Peter smiled at the sight. She had obviously taken at least a quick sink bath, if not a shower, and changed into a different dress. This one was a very short sundress, with spaghetti straps and cut very low in the front and the back, and very short, and she had skipped out on any stockings. She wore some high-heeled sandals that strapped around her ankles. Peter gave a wolf whistle, which pleased her immensely, then pulled her chair out to seat her. Sitting down next to her, he took her hand and lifted it to her lips. "To an excellent dinner, and an excellent dessert afterwards." Lauren blushed furiously, but nodded in agreement. As dinner progressed, Lauren loosened up again, overcoming her post-coital shyness. "I guess I seemed kind of silly back then, but it's just been so long, since, well..." Peter nodded. "Your husband was a very lucky fellow. I think we could have gotten along nicely. We have the same excellent taste in women." Lauren blushed and smiled. "Thank you. I just don't want you to think I'm some kind of sex maniac or something. It's just... well, you turned me on so much I just had to..." She blushed again and turned her face to her dinner. Peter laughed, and took her hand, drawing her attention back to him. "Listen, that's okay. I know you're a normal lady. Everybody has moments like that. Think back to when you were married; didn't you sometimes feel like that with Gary. You know, when you'd walk right up to him, grab him by the johnson and tell him to use it or lose it? I know you did!" Lauren grinned and nodded, and he continued. "And I'll just bet that on more than one occasion he walked up behind you, lifted your skirt, and bent you forward and had his way with you, right? And you didn't mind, did you?" "No, I didn't.", she confessed. "That doesn't make you bad, just normal and horny. After dinner, if you get that feeling, I want you to know that I will be happy to help you out. I promise not to complain, and to try to cure you of the curse of horniness." He held up his hand as if he was taking an oath. Lauren laughed. "You're so helpful." "I'm a helpful kind of guy.", he insisted. "In fact, I want you to be assured that I will do whatever I can to help you with this problem. I'll work on it all night long if necessary, because unless this is nipped in the bud, you'll never be happy. If you are in an orgasm deficiency, I want you to know that Peter Tallman will do whatever it takes to provide one, no matter what!" Lauren laughed loudly at this assurance. Finishing her supper, she stood and began taking the plates out to the kitchen. Peter stood and helped, then he opened a second bottle of wine and led her into the living room. After pouring their wine, Peter surprised Lauren by setting the two glasses down. He wrapped his arms around her to kiss her, and then when he pulled back, he reached down and lifted the hem of her dress. Within moments a surprised Lauren found him pulling the dress up and over her head, leaving her standing before him in nothing more than her sandals. Then he sat down in the armchair and pulled her onto his lap, so that she was seated sideways, and handed her a wineglass. "I need to survey the situation, so I can plan how to maximize your orgasms. I know I'm going to be having some really great sex, but I need to make sure you do, too." "You jerk!", she said with a smile. "You just wanted to see me naked again! Besides, what do you mean you know you're going to have great sex and I might not?" "Well, it's a guy thing.", he explained, as he began to fondle her boobs. "See, guys, we either have good sex, or we have great sex. Now you ladies, you have more choices. You sometimes have bad sex, terrible sex, awful sex. Not guys. The worst sex we've ever had is pretty darn good. From there it only gets better." "You are so full of shit!", she exclaimed with a laugh. She twisted slightly to allow his fingers to probe her pussy. "No, I'm not. Didn't you ever have nights where you told Gary, 'Not tonight, honey, I've got a headache.'? Trust me, Gary never told you that HE had a headache, did he?" "No, he never did.", she agreed. Lauren's pussy was on overload, as Peter fingerfucked her. "Oh, God, honey, but I think we need to have dessert right now, and if you don't mind, I want my dessert at the same time as you eat yours!" She lifted up and dragged him down to the carpet. He lay back and smiled as she straddled his face, and he lifted his hips to allow her to loosen his pants and pull them down. Sixty-nine seemed like an excellent dessert. ------- Chapter 4: Pizza and Plans Lauren grinned to herself as she remembered that first weekend. She had been so nervous with Peter, and after they had sixty-nined and then fucked on the carpet in front of the fireplace, she had nervously asked him if he would stay the night. Peter had taken her into his arms and held her tightly, whispering that he would stay as long as she wanted. They had spent the night on the floor there, with throw pillows and a comforter, and neither got very much sleep. Saturday, Peter had taken Lauren back to his apartment, and immediately stripped her naked, not letting her dress until Sunday morning, when he had returned her to her home. The most memorable event in some ways, actually occurred the next day, Monday morning. It was just after ten when an FTD deliveryman showed up at the front door of Enhanced Systems with a monstrously large package. "You must be Lauren Graham?", he had asked the flabbergasted receptionist. The lobby had filled rapidly at the deliveryman's entrance. "How did you know?", asked an astonished Lauren. The man grinned. "Hey, the guy who sent these said the receptionist was a knockout, and worth every petal!" Lauren blushed fiercely as the deliveryman opened the wrapper and exposed three dozen long-stemmed red roses. It actually took a few minutes for Lauren and another couple of secretaries to find a large enough vase to hold the magnificent flowers. By now practically the entire office was watching, and curious as well. Lauren read the card and turned the same color as the roses, but another secretary managed to grab the card and read it. "Oh my God!", she exclaimed before Lauren had a chance to stop her. "It says, 'Next time warn me. I'll take some vitamins and we can go for four dozen!' Oh my God, I'm jealous!" "I think I'm being sexually harassed!", joked one of the salesmen. Lauren stuck her tongue out at the others and proudly displayed her flowers the rest of the week. She did warn Peter never to send them again, an order to which he readily agreed and frequently ignored. Now, six months later, Lauren's romance seemed to be as steamy as ever. At five she shut down her computer and kicked off the sensible shoes with one inch heels. She tossed them in the bottom drawer of her desk and grabbed the small bag to the side, and pulled out a much sleeker pair with three inch heels. She slipped them on, then looked around the empty lobby guiltily. Grabbing the bag, she rolled it up and took it and her long rain coat from the closet and snuck into the bathroom. Slipping inside, Lauren practically ran into a stall and locked herself in. Whenever she planned on seeing Peter, she would almost always wear either a dress or a skirt and blouse. She also would wear her prettiest lingerie, not the industrial strength garb she wore around home. Today she had worn sheer thigh top stockings, a black thong, and a lacy little black bra with cups that folded in for a half-cup look. Quickly stripping off the dress, she hurriedly stuffed it into the bag her shoes had been in, folded in her bra cups, and then put on the rain coat and buttoned it from neck to hem. It took twenty minutes to drive to her lover's apartment, and Lauren was terrified the entire way. She hadn't behaved like this since her honeymoon, when Gary had ordered her to strip naked one night while they drove from Montreal to Quebec. They hadn't been caught then, and she managed to make it to Peter's without incident as well. She left the bag with her dress in her car and hurried inside. Peter smiled as he let her inside, though he was curious about the rain coat; it hadn't rained since before lunch. He promptly turned his back on Lauren and ran down the hall, going into the bathroom. As he closed the door, he yelled out, "Sorry, got to go." Lauren smiled and looked around. Peter Tallman's apartment wasn't vastly smaller than her own small home, but was very different. A large, two bedroom model on the second floor, it was a very masculine place. The living room decor was chrome, glass, and leather, and in a corner was a very elaborate Nautilus-like exercise machine. She quickly unbuttoned her coat and hung it in the closet, then checked herself in the mirror. Down the hall, the bathroom door opened and Peter said, "I thought we might go out for some Italian... Whoa!" "Actually, I thought you might like to eat out, and then we could order in." Peter's eyes opened wide. "That sounds even tastier!", and pulled Lauren over to the couch. He circled around behind her, stroking her sides, then undid the clasp on her bra and tugged it off. Kneeling in front of the brunette, he pulled her thong down to reveal her closely shaved pussy. Lauren gasped as he leaned in to kiss her pussy lips, then sank back onto the couch and spread her legs wide. Heather may have considered that Lauren, with a history of five lovers, was an incredibly experienced woman, but Lauren knew that she was, at best, average. Still, she had to admit, that the ten years she had spent with Gary, both before and after their marriage, were intensely sexual. There was little she hadn't done with him, and Gary had been an enthusiastic pussy-eater, the best she had ever known. Then she had experienced Peter Tallman, and she had been transported to an entirely different plane, a level of cunt licking beyond what mere mortals could experience. The simple matter was that Peter considered cunnilingus not a means to an end, getting his cock into a woman's cunt, but a pleasurable act in and of itself. Though he would never come simply by sucking clit, he enjoyed licking pussy immensely and practiced it frequently. This had never hurt his reputation with the ladies, and Lauren considered herself blessed. If she were to die and go to heaven, the only way it could possibly be better was for angels to have two tongues to lick pussy with. Peter licked Lauren through two orgasms before relenting slightly and looking up at her flushed face. He planted a quick kiss on her throbbing clit, an action which caused her to start briefly, then said, "Mind you, I'm not complaining, but what brought this on?" Lauren smiled and helped him to his feet. Once he was standing, she undid his belt and pulled his trousers and shorts down to knee level. He was as hard as a rock, standing stiff and upright, and she licked his cockhead several times before answering. "I don't know. I was just thinking about us, about that first weekend together, and I just got so damn horny!" She sucked his cockhead fiercely, eliciting a pleasant moan from Peter, then pulled away. "I just didn't want to have to wait until I could get my clothes off." She returned to sucking his cock. Peter's hips were thrusting rapidly at Lauren's face, and it was all she could do to keep up with him. "Suck me, suck me!", he cried weakly, then he felt as if his cock was exploding. Jism pulsed from the tip buried practically in Lauren's throat, and he moaned as he came. Peter's knees felt like buckling and he sagged down onto the couch. Lauren smiled and continued to stroke his limp dick, leaning back with her come smeared lips to revive him for a second bout. He commented, "God, but you're insatiable tonight." Lauren continued licking and stroking as life returned to Peter's manhood. "I don't know why, but I'm just so fucking horny!" Peter snorted and pulled Lauren to her feet. He gently pushed her over to a black leather ottoman and forced her to kneel in front of it. He pushed her forward so that she was bending over it, and Lauren eagerly spread her legs. Peter didn't disappoint her. Kneeling, he crawled between her legs and slipped his cock into her pussy from behind. He gave her a fast couple of long and deep strokes, then pulled out. "Now, what has got you going tonight?" "Put it back in!", she demanded. "Not until you tell me." "Oh, please!" Lauren bucked her hips back at Peter but failed to get him inside her. Peter teased her by running his fingers down the crack of her ass and touching her asshole lightly. "Fuck me!", she begged. "Not until you tell me.", he repeated. "Bastard!" cried Lauren piteously. Finally, she agreed. "Alright, I'll tell you, now put it back in!" Peter, grabbed his cockhead and stuffed it back inside, and Lauren's pussy practically sucked it in. Lauren moaned loudly, then cried out again when Peter pulled out a second time. "Well?", he demanded. "Okay!", she said. "Just put it back in." Peter snickered and began to fuck her slowly. "Sonofabitch.", she muttered. Peter pulled his cock out until just the tip was still inside her twitching pussy lips. "What was that?", he asked. Lauren slammed her hips backward, seating his cock firmly. "You heard me you son of a bitch! Now fuck me and fuck me good, and I promise I'll tell you later." Peter relented and began to slowly stroke his cock deep into her grasping cunt. He continuously marveled at the tightness of her pussy; he had always heard that older women and mothers had big and sloppy cunts. Lauren's was as tight as any cherry teeny-bopper's. He developed a smooth and rapid rhythm that had Lauren moaning in ecstasy. His hands wrapped around her torso to cup her breasts, pressed down against the leather of the ottoman, and pulled Lauren back against him. He hammered his cock into her, then groaned as he came, filling her spasming pussy with his jism. Chest heaving, he collapsed atop Lauren's back. "Sweet Jesus.", he exclaimed quietly. "Ummm.", she murmured contentedly. She twisted her head around to look at her lover. "I think we'd better order dinner now. I'm starved, and I just can't imagine why." "Sweet Jesus!" Peter ordered a pepperoni pizza while Lauren stripped and took a quick shower. She knew she would simply be getting sweaty and sticky later, after dinner, but she didn't care; she needed to wash the come off. She hid in the bedroom when the pizza arrived. Peter had pulled his shirt and pants back on, but Lauren stayed naked. She came out when she heard his door close. Peter had set the pizza box on the coffee table and gone to grab some napkins and paper plates. He returned to find his lover eating a slice of pizza, seated in the middle of the couch, naked, her legs splayed wide, leering at him as she lewdly licked her lips. He looked at her quizzically, then returned with a couple of cans of beer. "What in the world has gotten into you tonight?", he demanded. "Complaining?", she asked with a smile. "No, just curious. I'm not sure what I did, if anything, but I sure would like to know, so it can happen again. You are absolutely wild tonight!" "No, I can't..." "You promised!", he insisted. "It's just so weird. You're going to think I'm nuts or something. It's kind of kinky." Peter shrugged his shoulders. He was becoming stiffer and could see Lauren's nipples perking up pleasantly. "Define weird and kinky. Does it involve barnyard animals or midgets?" Lauren laughed. "No, should it? It's just, well, you know Heather, the girl who baby-sits for me?" "Little girl, lives next door, no danger of drowning... that Heather?", he asked, holding his hands out in front of his chest as if he was holding a pair of beach balls. "Peter!", protested Lauren, throwing a napkin at him. "You're not supposed to notice that! Jeez!" Peter gave a bland look of indifference to this, and Lauren snorted. "Well, she's really a very sweet and innocent girl, and she's about to turn sixteen, and she's been asking me about, well, you know, sex." Peter's eyes opened wide at this. "She found an excellent tutor. Need any help?" "You are useless! Haven't you heard, sixteen'll get you twenty?", replied Lauren. She described the young girl's confusion and how she had shown her some porno movies. "She really didn't have a clue, and it's kind of a turn-on to teach her, you know." Lauren finished the last slice of pizza and took the trash to the kitchen. She came back and sat on Peter's lap. She rubbed her soft ass against the erection she could feel in his pants. "And what has you turned on?" "Just thinking about what I'm going to do to you this weekend." He reached around and cupped her tits, running his fingertips across her engorged nipples. "Mmmmm, what's that?", she asked. Her eyes closed as she squirmed on his lap. "Well, Friday we're going to go out for dinner and a few drinks, then come back here and fuck our brains out. Then, Saturday, I think you need to have your legs shaved, not the quick job, but the longer, more thorough job." Lauren's pussy started leaking at this. The short shave took an hour and was exquisite; the long shave took three to four times as long. Peter would shave each body part, ankles, shins, calves, knees, one by one, licking and massaging and applying creams and lotions. Lauren would typically orgasm long before he ever got anywhere near shaving her pussy. "Then, I think that such a dirty girl needs to be cleaned up, inside as well as out." Lauren shivered at this. Peter was planning on giving her an enema and then fucking her asshole! "Then, later, Saturday, I know this club called Sans Culottes. Do you know what that means?" Lauren searched her memory for her rusty high school French. "Without pants?", she asked. "Close enough. Women aren't allowed to wear pants. Any type of pants." Lauren looked at him in confusion. "You are going to wear nothing but high heels, a halter top, and a miniskirt, and nothing else." "Nothing?", she asked weakly. "Nope. Once you get in the door, you have to lift your skirt up and show you aren't wearing any panties." "Oh my God! Are you serious?" Peter smiled and nodded affirmatively. "What happens if you have underwear on?" "You take them off and they tack them to the wall. The place is lined with them. Several pairs of pants and shorts as well, in case a girl didn't wear a skirt." Lauren began undoing his pants. "This I've got to see!" ------- Chapter 5: A Night Alone Heather closed Lauren's bedroom door and locked it, following the cryptic instructions in her hand closely. Lauren had slipped the note in the kitchen junk drawer before going to work that morning, and then told Heather about it when the teen had called after picking the children up from their morning program. The instructions had been simple: 'Tonight, after you put the kids to sleep, go up to my bedroom and lock the door. Under my pillow is a package for you.' Heather had been tempted all afternoon to sneak upstairs and look under Lauren's pillow, but Jimmy and Holly had always been around, and normally Lauren's bedroom was off-limits. Finally, the two youngsters were in their beds, if not totally asleep, by half-past eight, and Heather felt confident enough to creep up the stairs and down the hall. She silently closed and locked the door, then flipped on the bedroom light. Everything seemed normal; while she had never really been in the room, she had seen in the door on occasion while chasing the children around. She crept on tip-toes to the bed and felt around under the pillows, pulling out a small flat cardboard box. Opening it, she found a videotape, and a note. Heather had a pretty fair idea what sort of videotape it was, so she unfolded the note and read it. 'By now you have a pretty good idea of the basic ins and outs, but there's another aspect to things. Did you know you don't need a man at all? I rented this tape for you. There aren't supposed to be any guys in it, just some girls and some toys. Do you ever touch yourself, you know, that way?! Watch this tape. I also got you a little something extra. Twist the knob at the base to turn it on. Have fun!' Heather looked at the videotape box, which did indeed promise all-girl action and toys. This was definitely different from the first tape she had watched Sunday with Lauren, and the tape she had watched Monday night with her also. That movie had featured a busty young brunette in an office setting, who managed to fuck her way to the top, having sex with, in order: her boss, her boss's boss, her boss's wife, both managing partners at the same time, and the entire secretarial pool. Heather put aside the tape and looked back into the cardboard box. Inside was a small plastic vibrator. She had seen one of these in the last movie and had asked about it to Lauren. "Fun, fun, fun!", assured her older friend. Picking it up she looked at it curiously, then twisted the base. The ensuing hum seemed terribly loud in the silent room, and Heather nervously dropped it on the floor, then had to scramble around to grab it and turn it off. She giggled nervously as she looked around the room, realizing that it was only her, and that the children down the hall could in no way hear anything going on. She slipped out the door and checked, to find them both sound asleep, then crept back to Lauren's bedroom and closed the door and relocked it. First things first, she thought. Heather turned on both the small television set and the inexpensive little VCR attached to it, then turned the volume completely off. She pulled the videotape from the box and slipped it into the VCR, watching intently as the minimal credits slipped past, then began inching the volume up as the tape started. This video purported to show the action inside a college sorority, with the girls playing with themselves and with each other. The first scene quickly set the mood for Heather; a busty young blonde was in her bedroom and quickly got undressed, then got on her bed. First she masturbated with her fingers, then she took a large vibrator and used it briefly on her tits, then stuffed it up her pussy. As Heather watched, she found her eyes riveted to the low quality tape and felt her nipples hardening and her pussy moistening. Reading the section of the note where Lauren had asked if she touched herself, Heather had briefly gotten angry. She might have been naïve and a virgin, but she wasn't completely innocent. In truth, she had been touching herself that way for over a year, ever since her puritanical and religion obsessed mother had warned her of the dangers of such behavior. She had actually never done it before, but in defiance she had tested the waters that very night, and enjoyed the results immensely. Since then, she had frequently slipped her fingers under her nightshirt to touch her tits and clit. Now, as she watched the first scene, Heather slid her hands under her T-shirt and up to her bra-encased breasts. One hand snaked behind her, to undo the clasp on the bra, and then joined the other under the now loose fabric, to stroke across her large nipples. Realizing that nobody could see, she stopped and stripped off her shirt and bra, to continue watching the film topless. Her hands cupped her tits and played with her nipples in the fashion she had discovered was most pleasurable. When the second scene began, with another sorority girl stripping to play with herself, Heather pushed her shorts and panties to the floor and lay back on the bed. Her eyes were focused on the little screen as her breath became ragged, and her fingers rubbed her little clitty fiercely. As the scene ended, she was whimpering as she orgasmed. The third scene was a two-girl show, with the actresses using their vibrators on each other. It started with a lengthy section involving the titfucking of a large vibrator, and it was then that Heather picked up the considerably smaller vibrator that Lauren had given her. She twisted the base and set the playtoy to humming, and then gingerly brought it to her left nipple. She began to grin immediately as she savored the sensation. She moved the humming tip to her right nipple and gasped quietly as she delighted in the feeling. It was unlike any time that she had ever touched herself, far more intense and focused. It was almost like her entire existence was aimed at those two little nubbins of pink flesh. She alternated breasts as she turned her head back to the screen. The scene had changed. Now one of the women had the other laying on her back, her legs splayed wide apart, and she was kneeling between them. Heather stared in fascination as the camera zoomed in close enough to do a gynecological exam, and the kneeling woman lowered her face to lick the pussy in front of her. Then she touched her vibrator to the other's clitoris and the woman being pleasured went nuts. She was moaning and screaming in orgasm loud enough that Heather scampered to the television set and lowered the volume even further. Imitating the scene, Heather lay back on the bed naked, her eyes glued to the screen, and reached down between her own widespread legs. With the fingers of one hand she spread her pussy lips slightly; with the other she gingerly applied the vibrating tip of the dildo to her little clitty. The effect was electrifying. Heather gasped, her eyes closing and her back arching, and she began sweating as she panted through her orgasm. This was so much more severe than anything she had done before that she rode through the first come into a second. Heather lay back on the bed gasping in release as she stopped, and watched a scene involving two women and a double-headed dildo. The scene was too strange and outlandish to do more than watch, and she was too exhausted to do more. During the last scene, a pair of women thrusting smaller dildos into each other's pussies while sixty-nining, she felt up to playing some more. She slipped the tip of the vibrator into the entrance to her cunt and began to slowly push it in. After moving in about an inch, the teen felt a twinge and an obstruction. When she tried to push further, the twinge changed to pain. Scared that she was doing something wrong, she yanked the vibrator out and turned it off. Embarrassed and scared, Heather turned off the television and rewound the tape, then got dressed. She looked down between her legs at where the hurt had been and nothing seemed broken or injured. She tucked the tape and vibrator back under the pillow and crept back downstairs. Sitting on the couch watching the late news, she closed her eyes to rest. "Honey, wake up! Heather!" The teen woke with a start, looking around wildly before realizing that she was still seated on the couch in the Graham house, with Lauren smiling down at her and shaking her shoulder. "What time is it?", she asked groggily. Lauren grinned. "Half past eleven. How are the kids doing?" Heather jumped up. "I'm sorry! Oh my God, I fell asleep. Shit!" Lauren laughed. "Relax. I looked in on them upstairs already. I also looked under my pillow. Have fun?" Heather blushed brightly, causing Lauren to laugh some more. "Go home and go to bed. We'll talk tomorrow." ------- Chapter 6: Girl Talk "Mommy!" Holly Graham screamed in delight and tore through the open gate into the back yard. She tackled her mother around the knees, hugging her fiercely. "Mommy!" Heather Mackenzie looked at Lauren curiously as she wheeled her bicycle into the yard, Jimmy in tow. "What are you doing here?", she asked. "Why aren't you working?" Lauren smiled and reached down to wrap her daughter in a tight hug before sending her off. She dropped the reel of hose she had been wrestling with and answered, "Somebody dug up an electrical line going into the office. No lights, no phones, no air conditioning - no work! We all got sent home early." "And now?", asked Heather. She turned to Jimmy and asked, "Aren't you going to give your mother a hug, too?" Jimmy looked mortified. "Yuck!" The youngster attempted to run inside past his mother but Lauren made a long arm and pulled him to her, giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek in the process. "Gross!", he yelled, and then escaped, as Heather and Lauren laughed. "Lose the bike and put on something light.", said Lauren. "It's too hot to go inside. I'm going to turn the sprinkler on and sit outside." "Deal!", answered her young protégé. Heather wheeled her bike back through the gate and into her own yard. She normally would ride to the school to pick up the children and then walk it home with them. She put on a conservative one-piece swimsuit and walked back next door. Lauren had already changed into a bikini top and shorts, and was positioning the sprinkler and hose in the back yard. She took one look at Heather and said, "What, no bikini?", then instantly regretted her words. "Mom won't allow me to own one. This is the only swimsuit I've got.", the teen admitted sheepishly. "Sorry, hun. How is it going?" "Not good.", replied Heather. "Mom is really getting wacky, and she and Dad are fighting constantly now. I just want to last long enough to graduate and leave!" "You know, if you ever want to leave, you can always stay with us, in the family room in the basement, okay?" Heather didn't know what to say to this, so she simply helped her mentor set up the sprinkler and then turned on the water. Jimmy and Holly immediately appeared, as if from nowhere, and wanted to know if they could play in the spray. Lauren agreed and the children scampered off to change into their own swimsuits. Almost immediately Goldy made an appearance and began jumping through the spray herself. Lauren and Heather sat down on a pair of lawn loungers and Lauren pulled forth a bottle of sun tan lotion. "So, how'd your weekend go?", asked Heather. "Have fun?" Lauren blushed. "We had sex, which was even better! God, the man is insatiable! It was wonderful!" Lauren described Friday evening and Saturday morning. "Then he wanted me to go with him to a club in a halter top, miniskirt, and my high heels, and nothing else." "So?" "No, you don't get it. A top, a skirt, my heels and nothing else. Nothing, get it?" It took Heather a second to understand, then her eyes opened wide and her mouth gaped open. "Oh my God! You didn't!" "No, I didn't.", said Lauren. "I chickened out. I did get dressed up and we did go out for a few drinks, but I simply refused to go there. We did, however, go up to the reservoir late that night to see the submarine races. My God, I haven't done that since I was your age!" Heather laughed at this. Innocent that she was, even she knew this was slang for going parking up at the lake. "See any periscopes?", she asked. "Just one, but I saw it several times.", replied her laughing friend. "Now, what about you? How was your date Saturday?" "Uh, okay. We went to the mall and saw a movie, then went over to McDonald's afterwards." "Have fun?" Heather shyly admitted that she had, nodding more than speaking. "So, what happened?", pressed Lauren. Heather blushed, then looked up and smiled. "Well, nothing like what you did, that's for sure! We just sort of held hands." "Did he kiss you good night?", asked her older friend. Heather smiled dreamily. "Yeah... he asked me out again on Friday night." "Going?" "Yeah.", replied the dreamy teen. "Is he a good kisser?", teased Lauren. Heather looked up at this and laughed. "How should I know! He's the first guy I've ever kissed!" "And are you the first girl he's ever kissed?" Heather shrugged. "I don't know. I don't think he's really been out on a lot of dates either. He only got his license at the end of school, so, well, I don't know..." Lauren laughed. "He slip you any tongue?" "Gross!", protested Heather. "You'll learn, you'll learn.", teased Lauren. A moment later she asked, more seriously, "So, I guess you were a little too worried about having to have sex at the end of the date?" Heather laughed at this. "I guess so. Still, I liked that kiss. I think I might like to get kissed again." "And what about that little present I gave you the other night. Did you like that?", asked Lauren. "Oh my God!", exclaimed Heather. It had been several days since the two had had a chance to talk about the video and vibrator that Lauren had left Heather. "Well? You haven't answered me!", Lauren said to the red-faced girl. Heather looked around guiltily and lowered her voice even further. "Yes, I enjoyed it. That was something else!" Lauren pressed the teen further and Heather explained just what she had done with the vibrator, and that she wasn't as naïve as Lauren had thought. She also mentioned the hurt that she had felt at the end. "Well, that simply means you're still cherry.", quipped Lauren. "It a congenital defect, but easily cured." Heather looked over at her in confusion, and Lauren explained. "It's your hymen, honey. Pop that and no more pain?" Heather immediately understood. "What's it for?", she asked. "Christ only knows. It's way more trouble than it's worth. We can take care of it for you some time. Believe me, it will be a lot better than the way I lost mine." Heather looked at her in confusion. "It was in the back seat of a car. Cramped, chilly, scared, and painful - not a good way to lose it." "If it's like that, I don't want to!" Lauren reached over and patted her hand. "Now don't say that. Afterwards things get better. A lot better! So, what was it about Robby, that's his name, right, that attracted you to him?" Heather had to give this a little thought. "I don't know. He's kind of tall and skinny and goofy-looking, but he really makes me laugh. I like to be with him." "Sounds wonderful.", said Lauren with a laughing groan. "Tall, skinny, and goofy!" "You know what I mean! What about you? What attracts you to a guy?" Lauren looked surprised at the question. "Who? Me? Gary or Peter?" "Either! Both!" Lauren thought for a moment. "Well, Peter is easy. He is the sexiest guy I have ever met in my life, Gary included. The first time I saw him I just wanted to rip my panties off and screw him on the spot! He still gets to me like that. It's so weird! Now Gary, he was something different. I mean, he was cute and sexy and all, but something about him said he could be trusted. He just exuded honesty and trustworthiness, like a Boy Scout, only better. I always knew I would be safe with him, no matter what. He would never hurt me or let me be hurt." The two women sunned themselves, then Heather asked, "That other stuff in the movie, you know the girls. Have you really done that sort of thing?" Lauren opened her eyes and gazed over at her young friend. Grinning, she nodded. "Yep. I was a little younger than you and it was with my best friend in school. We were goofing off up in her room, talking about boys and stuff, sort of like you and me now. Well anyway, we decided to practice kissing, so we'd be ready. So we started kissing, and we were in our swimsuits, since we had just gotten out of her pool, and we got kind of carried away. We started touching, and that felt kind of good, and we started kissing more, and that felt pretty good, too. Then we stripped down and really went at it for a bit and got off pretty good." "Really!? No kidding?!" Heather wasn't sure what to make of this admission. "Really and no kidding. We used to fool around all the time for the next several months, then we stopped." "Why?", asked the teen... "Oh, that's easy. Boys! We both turned sixteen and started dating, and as much as we liked fooling around with each other, we really liked fooling around with guys! Especially after we started screwing!" "So did you stay close?" "Who, with Carol? Sure! She lives over on the other side of town, I see her about once a month. She ended up marrying Tommy, he was the guy who popped her cherry, and now they've got five kids!" "Wow!" "Mommy, are we staying with Gran or Nana this weekend?", asked Holly, running over to her mother, flinging water on her. "Huh? What makes you think you're staying with Gran or Nana?", asked Lauren. She hadn't made any plans with Peter yet. "Well, we always go away on weekends now.", replied the little girl. "Yeah, Mom, you always do other stuff on your own now.", interjected her son, wandering over with Goldy. Lauren's eyes teared up, and she reached out to hug her children. "Has it been that bad? I'm so sorry! I promise, I'll stay with you this weekend. I never meant... I mean... I'm so sorry..." "What's wrong Mommy?", asked a confused Holly. "Nothing, sweetie, nothing. What would you like to do this weekend?" "Can we go back to the zoo?", the little girl asked excitedly. She loved going to the petting zoo, and would live there if she could figure a way to manage it. Lauren looked at her son, who rolled his eyes dramatically but shrugged his shoulders in acquiescence. "Okay." ------- Chapter 7: Meeting The Family The doorbell rang promptly at eight-thirty on Saturday morning, and Holly scampered through the living room to open the door, followed closely by a very rambunctious golden retriever. She opened the door to see a very large man smiling down at her. "Hello. Who are you?", she asked. "My name is Peter. You must be Holly, right?" Holly looked up and smiled, nodding, and Peter continued. "Is your Mommy home?" Holly turned around and ran back into the house, yelling for her mother, while Goldy stayed at the front door. This new person didn't seem unfriendly, but her little doggy brain couldn't quite be sure - better to stay and watch. She was relieved when Lauren came around, a smile on her face, and she ran off after Holly. "Good morning. Would you like some breakfast?" She motioned for Peter to enter the house, then closed the door behind him as he stepped inside. Peter leaned forward to kiss her, but Lauren quickly turned her head aside, so that his lips swept across her cheek. "Careful, Peter, please." She had been very nervous when she had called Peter earlier in the week to explain that she wouldn't be able to see him that weekend, that she had to start being Mommy again. He had surprised her by saying that he understood, and was there anything he could do to help. "Do you like going to the zoo?", she had asked, worried that he would say no, and worried that he would say yes. "Sure.", was the surprise answer, and Lauren found herself inviting him over that morning, though with the understanding that he was simply going to be 'a friend.' "Yeah, just a friend, I understand.", he said quietly and smiling. He gave her a lewd wink and licked his lips lasciviously while out of sight of the children, and Lauren shivered with a secret excitement, then she swatted him to make him behave. In the kitchen Holly was inexpertly attempting to ladle some pancakes onto a griddle, and her mother barely arrived in time to avert a messy disaster. Holly was already dressed, but her brother was still wrapped in a robe, sleepy-eyed and sullen. "Holly's an early bird, but Jimmy's a night owl.", explained Lauren. "Who are you?", asked Jimmy in a surly tone. "This is Peter. He's a friend of mine and is taking us over to the zoo in his Jeep.", answered Lauren nervously. She really wanted this to go well. "You have a Jeep?", asked the boy, his eyes opening up. "Yeah, the Wrangler that's open all around and you have to put the top up if it starts to rain. You must be Jimmy.", said Peter. Peter jumped down and ran to the window. "Whoa!", he exclaimed, looking out at the gleaming red Jeep. It was indeed open to the elements. "How do you know my name?", he asked, turning around. "You mother talks about you guys all the time. She says you're the man of the house, and really take care of everything." "Yeah?" "Uh, huh. You must work out a lot, to be in your kind of shape. She says you play a lot of sports in school." Jimmy's chest puffed out in pride, and he flexed his arms. It was all Lauren could do not to laugh, because her son had a skinny frame, and no muscles could be found on his sticklike arms. She shoveled some pancakes onto his plate and Peter's and said, "Okay, enough testosterone for now. Eat." The two males teased her for the rest of the breakfast by flexing their muscles at her, then Jimmy ran upstairs to get dressed. "Good Lord. Who let the dogs out?!", she said. "Hey, we're just trying to figure out who the alpha male is. Wait until we drop our pants and measure our...", replied her lover. "Shssshhh! Enough of that! There will be no 'measuring' in this house!", interceded Lauren forcefully, though with a smile. The day went surprisingly well for Lauren. Peter interacted well with the children, despite his admitted lack of experience with youngsters. Lauren was especially happy with the way that he didn't try to compete with them for her attention. After a long morning at the zoo, he took them all out for pizza, and then drove them around with the wind blowing in their hair before going back home. The children were completely accepting of his presence through dinner and afterwards. The children had been sent to bed by nine, and Lauren was finally able to relax in the living room with Peter. She went to the refrigerator, returning with a bottle of chilled wine, which she handed to him along with a pair of wineglasses and a corkscrew. As Peter busied himself, Lauren sank down onto the couch and closed her eyes, letting out a loud sigh of tired contentment. "I don't know how you do it.", remarked Peter. "Those two could wear out Hercules." "It's nothing. I've had myself cloned. You've been dating Lauren Three for weeks now.", she answered with a tired smile, accepting the glass of wine from him. "Ooh, kinky. Think we can get all of them together?", he said as he reached out to rub her thigh. Lauren was still wearing her evening attire of a long-sleeved white blouse and a pair of tight blue jeans. "Peter, please!", she whispered, pushing his hand away. Peter Tallman lifted his hand and placed an arm over Lauren's shoulders. She tensed momentarily, then relaxed against him, to sip her wine and rest peacefully. After a second glass of wine, when both of them had set their glasses aside, Peter turned her face towards his and kissed her. As expected, Lauren responded, opening her lips passionately and squirming around in his arms to face him more fully. Peter had gotten as far as unbuttoning her blouse and was slipping his fingers inside, to gently touch her generous tits through the lacy white bra she wore when she stiffened. She pushed him away, grabbing her blouse and pulling it tightly around her and looking around wildly. "Peter, we can't, the kids..." "Okay, so let's go upstairs.", he responded. "No!", she answered angrily. "This is difficult enough without having to explain why Mommy has a man in her bedroom who isn't Daddy." "Lauren, they know their Daddy is gone. Did you plan on never remarrying?", he asked gently. Lauren looked angry and confused. "No... I mean... I don't know. Of course not. I just can't go bringing guys home and sleeping with them around my children, you know. I'm not that kind of woman, and I don't want my children thinking that sort of thing is acceptable. Mommies marry daddies." She began to button her blouse. Peter reached out and stopped her. He stood and said, "Come on." Taking her hand, he pulled her to her feet, then led her to the basement door. "Just like when you were a kid and snuck downstairs after a date. Let's go." Lauren was very nervous as she crept down the stairs. She was terrified that her children would hear the faint creaking of the steps, and insisted on listening closely before allowing Peter to pull her down onto the tired old couch in the finished basement. Peter had thrown an old blanket over the couch, covering up a few old stains, and was sitting on it holding his arms open, waiting for her, when she turned to him with a weak smile. "I feel like I'm about to get caught!", she whispered to him. "You need to relax. Come on over here and sit down, and I'll help you relax.", Peter answered. "I don't think relaxation is what you have in mind.", she replied. Regardless, Lauren sat down on the couch next to Peter and snuggled up next to him. Almost immediately Peter began to unbutton Lauren's blouse and the snap on her jeans. Lauren complied by shifting around and allowing her lover to undress her. Peter reached around her to undo the clasp on her bra, and continued, "I disagree. I think that an extended session of mutual cunnilingus and fellatio would be extremely relaxing, don't you?" "An extended session of sixty-nine?", she asked with a smile. "Just how extended?" "Very. I think that you need several orgasms, and I think I'm just the guy to provide them. Of course there will be a payment required. You're going to have to swallow my come, then suck me stiff and bend over doggy style, but I think it will be very relaxing." Peter stretched out on the sagging couch and allowed Lauren to position herself above him. She helped to unzip his khakis and push them and his boxers down his muscular thighs, then settled her pussy back onto his lips and bent forward to begin sucking the cock waving in her face. Unfortunately for Lauren, she couldn't escape thinking about her children upstairs. At every creak of the house, at every bark of a neighborhood dog, at every squeak of a spring in the couch, she would be raising her head up and pulling away from Peter's stiff and wet cock. Exasperated, Peter pulled back his face from Lauren's pussy and gently lifted her off his face. "You really aren't enjoying this.", he commented. Lauren sat up and looked miserable. Tears began to run down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, I just..." Peter simply shook his head and grabbed his slacks and began pulling them on. Lauren grabbed his arm, her tears flowing freely, and cried, "I'm so sorry. Please, I'll make it up, I promise, I just can't, not with the kids upstairs. They could come down here any time. I'm sorry!" "Oh, you'll make it up. I promise!", he replied with a smirk. "Wednesday night, there is going to be a lengthy punishment, I promise!" "You forgive me?", Lauren asked, smiling through the tears. "We'll have to see about that. It all depends on Wednesday night, doesn't it? In the meanwhile, put a latch on that door, will you? If I'm going to visit more often, and I'm not invited upstairs, you are going to have to make the downstairs more secure, aren't you?" Slipping his shoes on, Peter stood and tucked in his shirttails. He headed for the stairs, Lauren still naked and following along, gathering her clothing as she went. "I'll let myself out.", he said with a smile at the top of the stairs, then he slipped a hand between her legs and briefly mauled her wet snatch. "Wednesday!" ------- Chapter 8: Date Reviews; Preparations "So how did your date go the other night?", asked Lauren. It was Thursday afternoon and Tuesday Heather had gone out again with Robby. "Okay. What about yours?", the teen countered. "Uh, uh. You first! Do some more kissing?", asked Lauren. Heather blushed but nodded. "A lot more, and it was even better. Robby got real close and started rubbing up against me and I started feeling sort of fluttery, like when, you know..." "Like when you play with your pussy!", answered Lauren softly. The children were upstairs in their rooms, but you never knew... "Yeah, like that.", said the red-faced girl. "And this time he was rubbing his hands along my back and down my sides. I think he wanted to touch me even more, but got scared when he took me home." "Huh? Why?" "Well, Mom was up and waiting at the door, even though I was home by ten, and she was going nuts! She wanted to know where we had been and what we had been doing and whether he had stolen my jewel, whatever that meant, and then Dad got into it with her. She changed targets and Robby got out of there. Mom started calling Dad a spawn of the Christ killers, whatever that means, and I ran upstairs.", said Heather. "Oh Lord!", muttered Lauren slowly. "Well, your jewel is your virginity, she wanted to know if you were still cherry. As to the spawn of the Christ killers - Is your father Jewish?", she asked in confusion. "No, he's Catholic like us. His mother was Jewish, but he was raised Catholic. Is that what she meant?", she asked, a horrified expression on her face. "I think so. 'Christ killers' is a historical reference to Jews, made most often by the Catholics. It's a very, very old term.", answered Lauren. This was really beginning to get out of hand. Heather might need a refuge soon. "Listen, what are you doing tomorrow afternoon? You busy?" Heather shrugged. "No, why?" "I need to go shopping for some new stuff for downstairs. That furniture is getting really ratty, and I've got enough in the bank to buy something better. Why don't you come with me and help me pick it out?" Heather shrugged again. "Fine by me. I really don't want to be around Mom these days. I think she's about to start locking me away and having exorcisms performed on me, so that I don't want to be around boys. It's wacky! Anyway, what about your date!?" "It was very nice.", replied Lauren. "We went down to the picture show, then afterwards, we held hands and walked over to the malt shop, and shared a chocolate malt. Two straws, though; I didn't want him to get fresh!" Lauren was not about to tell what really happened! "Not fair! That is so not fair! I told you! You've got to tell me!", protested Heather. "Tell you what? Listen, there is no way I am telling you everything about that date. It was naughty even by my standards, and they're pretty naughty to begin with! You aren't anywhere near the level where I can tell you what we did. Just believe me when I say that I went over to his place, we got undressed, and had a very good time." Lauren smiled like the Cheshire Cat as Heather continued to complain. The actions she described did have a vague resemblance to her date on Wednesday, when Peter promised to 'punish' her. That punishment had started immediately after she had knocked on his apartment door. Peter had let her in, closing the door behind her and giving her a quick kiss. Almost immediately afterwards he had stepped back and begun undressing her. "Well, I guess I know what we're going to be doing!", she had commented, as she lifted her arms to allow him to lift her top off. Peter had grinned and stripped her naked. Once Lauren was nude, Peter had kissed her a second time, then pushed her to her knees. "Punishment, huh?", she had commented. "I can handle it.", she said. Unzipping his pants, she had fished his cock through the opening and given him a fast but thorough blowjob, swallowing noisily when he came down her throat. She was surprised by what happened next. Peter zipped his pants back up and made a quick supper, insisting that Lauren stay naked. Then, after dinner, he told Lauren that she knew what dessert was, and stretched out while she gave him another blowjob. Lauren agreed with this, though she was starting to get awfully horny, and told Peter that he was going to have some dessert, too. Then, once Peter was sated and smiling, he asked her to stand up and close her eyes. Mystified, she agreed, keeping them closed even when he pulled her hands behind her back. It wasn't until she felt the fur on her wrists and heard the quick 'Click!' that she knew something was going on. Her eyes snapped open and she struggled against the fur-lined handcuffs, as Peter grinned and showed her the key and slipped it into his pants pocket. "You didn't expect your punishment to be that easy, did you?", he had asked, a maniacal grin on his face. Peter had sat back down on the couch, pulling a struggling Lauren into his lap, and then had performed the most diabolical torture on her. He had begun by licking her neck and shoulders, and rubbing his fingers lightly across her body, and he kept this up until she was on the very verge of orgasm, then had backed off. For two hours he had tormented her by not letting her come, even when she began to beg and cry out how much she needed it. At times he would whisper how it wasn't nice to send a man home without letting him get off, and how did she like it, which only infuriated her more. The worst moment was when he stood to go to the bathroom. When he returned, Lauren had managed to kneel over a pillow, and was humping it in a vain effort to rub it against her cunt and get off. Peter had pulled her to her feet and tossed the pillow aside, much to her dismay. Finally, as she was practically crying, writhing in his lap on the brink of orgasm, Peter had unlocked her and allowed her to stuff her fingers into her almost dripping pussy and fingerfuck herself into orgasm. She had kept those fingers in place, coming repeatedly, as Peter positioned her, kneeling against the couch, and entered her from behind. She had come time after time in a multiple orgasm as he fucked her hard and fast until he finally came himself. She had threatened him with dire bodily harm after she had dressed, if he ever did that again, then kissed him passionately and went home. ------- Holly opened the door again that next Saturday morning and smiled up at Peter Tallman. "Hi, come on in!", she squealed, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside. Peter was dressed in old shorts and a T-shirt and carrying a plastic bag with more clothes in it. Holly pulled him into the kitchen. "Peter's here!", she announced loudly. "Oooh, Peter's here!", mimicked her mother with a laugh. She too was dressed in some old and worn out shorts and a top, and she kissed him quickly and asked, "Had breakfast yet?" Peter nodded. "Yeah. Now, what's up? What are you planning today that I needed my grubbies for?" He tossed the bag onto the counter and poured himself some juice. "We've got stuff in the basement!", answered Lauren's daughter. "Lucky us.", interjected Jimmy sourly. He knew what this meant - chores. "Yes, lucky us.", said Lauren in a scolding tone. "Watch it, mister, or you'll be getting lucky for a month!" She turned back to her lover and explained. "I bought some new furniture for the basement and we needed a guy to put it together..." "Hey, I'm a guy!", interrupted Jimmy. "We needed TWO guys to put it together.", she corrected herself with a smile at Peter. "And that requires old clothing?" "No, that requires a tool kit. The old clothes are because we need to clean the basement first, of course." "Of course." Peter gave a loud sigh to match the one Jimmy gave, and then led the procession to the basement. There were indeed several large boxes and cartons in the center of the carpet, and Peter studied the pictures on them briefly. His reverie was interrupted when Lauren began to move one of them. "Come on, we've got to move these out of the way." Lauren began detailing a long list of things that needed to be done before the end of the day. The old furniture would need to be carried out, the carpet would have to be rolled up and carried outside to be beaten, the linoleum flooring would have to be scrubbed and waxed, the walls would have to be washed down, and everything would have to be dusted. Then they could bring the carpet back and set up the new furniture. It promised to be a busy day. Peter laughingly went along with Lauren's demands, though he did comment to her, while starting to beat the carpet clean, "I don't mind, I'll just imagine it's you I'm beating." "Promises, promises.", she replied with a smile. "Now behave." She wiggled her butt enticingly as she went back inside. Heather turned up shortly after lunch, and joined in washing the walls, and both she and Lauren ended up practically soaked, which brought forth a joke about a wet T-shirt contest. Peter could see quite clearly that both women were wearing serviceable and well-packed bras under their T-shirts, and Lauren teased him mercilessly about looking at the teen. Finally, by mid-afternoon, the bulk of the work was done, and Peter turned to assembling the furniture. Lauren had purchased a futon-type sofa that could fold down into a bed, along with a pair of matching armchairs. It was only after a bedraggled looking Peter began opening the cartons and pulling the parts out that she realized she was missing any sheets for the new cushions. She and Heather quickly washed their hands and faces and ran off to Wal-Mart. When they returned half an hour later, Peter, Jimmy, and Holly were all stretched out on the carpet snoring. She nudged the threesome awake after another half hour. Heather had already gone home to take a shower and dress for her date that night. Lauren announced they were going to have a barbecue, and ordered everyone else to clean up and change as well. As Jimmy and Holly scampered upstairs, she reached into the Wal-Mart bag and pulled out some hardware. She handed it to Peter, saying, "I think you need to install this." Peter looked down in his hand. Lauren had handed him a simple hook and eye latch, the type that could be screwed into a doorframe. His eyes opened and he looked at the young mother. "Hmmm, and I suppose I'm to install this where? The basement door?" "Up high, where the kids can't reach it, otherwise they'll be playing with it." "Should I consider this significant?", he asked curiously, heading towards the basement door. Lauren gave him a ghostly smile as she shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe we should talk about that later." After a quick shower and changing into khakis and a lightweight denim shirt, Peter found himself detailed to both watch the children and start the grill going. This first involved cleaning the grill, then changing the propane tank, but he managed to keep the youngsters busy while getting the grill set up and turned on. By the time Lauren came down the grill was hot and ready to go. Peter looked her over. "Boy, you clean up pretty good!", he commented. Lauren had changed into a long denim skirt which was unbuttoned to mid-thigh, a crisp white blouse that was unbuttoned low enough to show some cleavage, and a pair of high-heeled sandals. Looking down at the sandals, Peter saw that she was also wearing stockings or hose, so she was definitely dressed nicely. Lauren laughed easily. "Thank you. You look cute, too." She leaned over and kissed him quickly. "Gross!", cried Jimmy, coming around the corner at full speed, followed closely by his sister. "Yuck!" "Grab him!", ordered Lauren, and Peter snagged up the youngster. Lauren giggled, then kissed her son on the cheek wetly, with lots of sound effects, as he vainly attempted to wriggle loose. He complained until Peter put him back down with a laugh and turned back to the grill. "I can't believe how good you are with those two.", said Lauren. Peter shrugged. "It's no big deal. I don't have any of my own, but I'm the youngest of six children..." "Six!", interrupted a surprised Lauren. "... and I've got fourteen nieces and nephews.", he finished. "Fourteen! Oh my God!", she exclaimed. "Oh, yeah. All the kids love Uncle Peter and all their parents hate me.", he said with a smile. "I'm the guy who buys Tootsie Rolls and gives piggyback rides and buys them drum sets for Christmas." "No, you don't", said a wide-eyed Lauren, laughing as she asked. "Wait 'til Christmas!", he answered archly, raising his eyebrows in a menacing manner. "Heck most of them are older than your two. The oldest are in college." "Wow! And you've never been tempted..." He looked at her curiously. "What? Have kids? On my own? Last I noticed you needed two to make that sort of thing work. Or were you offering to donate yours to the cause?" "I'd almost take you up on that.", she said with a grin. "No, I mean settling down and having a family." Peter was quiet a moment before flipping the steaks and answering. "Never really had that burning itch, at least not when most of my relatives were off getting hitched up. Maybe I just never met the right girl. Not saying I might not be interested." Lauren was silent, not sure if she had pushed him too hard. She had begun thinking about her future and whether Peter was really part of that future. She was suddenly reassured when he reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist, hugging her to him and leaning down to kiss her gently on the forehead. Neither talked about the future any more as Jimmy chased his sister back through the yard and Holly tried to hide behind her mother's skirts. The pair were separated and put to work washing for dinner and setting the picnic table, all of which went to naught when a late afternoon thunderstorm sent everybody inside. Peter ran back out briefly to retrieve the steaks, and the family ate at the dining room table. Afterwards, they watched television in the living room as the children fell asleep. Lauren smiled softly as she watched Peter absently brush Holly's hair with his hand. The little girl had fallen asleep with her head in his lap watching her brother's James Bond movie. Jimmy was nodding off as well, though he was stretched out on the floor nestled next to Goldy. "You look so natural at that. You're so good with them.", she said quietly. "You'll make a great father." Peter looked up at her curiously. "Are you offering me a position?" Lauren's eyes opened wide at that. "No! I mean... I don't know what I mean. I am not trying to pressure you, Peter. We do just fine here, okay? It's just, well, maybe I'm curious whether what we have is more than just physical. That we do pretty good, but is there anything more?" "Are you looking for more?", he asked carefully. Lauren shrugged. "Maybe. Eventually. Do I want something more in the long run? Sure. I'm only 32 and I want to share my life with somebody else. Does it have to be tomorrow? No. What about you? What do you want? Do you want to settle down some day?" Peter looked thoughtful at the question. "What is the longest relationship you've ever had in your life? Gary, right? Ten years or so?" Lauren seemed confused by the question, and Peter continued. "How long have we been seeing each other?" He stopped and waited for an answer, and it took Lauren a second to realize it wasn't a rhetorical question. "Well, we met in mid-January and it's August now - seven months or so." Peter nodded in agreement. "That makes it my longest ever relationship by about five months." Lauren gave him a shocked look, and he nodded his seriousness. "I'm not making this up. Every day we're together, I'm in new territory. I've never even gone out with a woman with kids, let alone think about family. I like being with you. I like being with you and these two. I think we're moving forward, but I don't know what the pace is or whether it's too fast or too slow. Does that make any sense?" Lauren smiled, and wiped a tear away. 'Yes, it makes perfect sense. So you don't mind my bringing you here?" "No, I sort of like it. That doesn't mean I don't want to spend a lot of time alone with you." Lauren laughed quietly at that. "Okay, help me put these two to bed and maybe we can do something about that." She stood and picked her daughter up from Peter's lap, then waited while he tried to lift her son. Jimmy woke during this, and sleepily rose to his feet and went upstairs on his own. "Stay here and I'll be down in a bit." It was about fifteen minutes before Lauren went back downstairs. After putting the children in their beds, she slipped into the bathroom, and then back into her room to touch up her hair and makeup and spray on a touch of perfume. She looked in on Jimmy and Holly once more before creeping past their rooms and down the hall to the stairs. Peter smiled as she came down, and stood up, He took her hand and led her to the basement door. "I wasn't sure whether you were going to come prancing back down in some little nighty or what?", he commented. "Now it's your turn not to push it.", she said with a smile. "I don't prance in a nighty with the kids upstairs." "I'm not complaining. You look spectacular anyway, and you smell terrific. What is that scent, Rape Me?" He nuzzled her neck, then latched the door shut and led her down the steps. He sat down on the couch and Lauren sat next to him. She snuggled up close and brought her legs up underneath her. "Okay. No more payback, no more punishment. All right?" Peter grinned and nodded. "I'm just so sorry about last weekend. I'm in new territory too, you know. When I'm with you I'm the horny lover, but when I'm with the daring duo, I'm Mommy. At times I don't know which I am." Peter nodded in understanding, reaching out to lightly stroke one of Lauren's knees where it poked through the front of her skirt. Lauren gave a contented sigh and stretched the leg out across his lap, exposing it and proving that she had been wearing stockings and not pantyhose. "What did you and Gary do about that?", he asked. He slipped his hand under her skirt and moved it upwards towards her ass, and discovered that Lauren wasn't wearing panties, either. "Oh, hell, that was over two years ago. With newborns and toddlers, nobody has any energy for prancing in nightgowns!" She reached out and began to slowly undo the buttons on his shirt, slipping her fingers inside to toy with the tight knit hairs on his chest. She began to murmur contentedly as Peter began to unbutton her skirt and caress her freshly shaved pussy. She had touched up her trim while showering earlier. "Ummm. Keep doing that and you might get me to prance after all." Peter slipped a finger into her slit and moistened it before rubbing her clit. "You like that, hmmm?" "You stop that and we'll be back to punishment - of you!" Lauren, smiled and began undoing his pants. "By the way, where did you get handcuffs?" Peter laughed. "Well, I don't really kiss and tell, but there was this one young lady who really got into it. Not only did she like to be cuffed, she wanted to handcuff me, and I can't say that was a big turn on to me. Tell the truth. Gary was a cop. Did you two ever fool around like that?" Lauren exposed Peter's rigid cock and began stroking it softly. A small bead of precome formed on the tip and she used that as a lubricant. "You bet. We liked to play vice cop and hooker. I'd put on this tiny little miniskirt and a tube top and some fishnets and fuck-me shoes, and he'd arrest me. He'd frisk me and do a body cavity search and cuff me and then I'd bargain my way loose." "So you like to be handcuffed?", asked Peter incredulously. It wasn't a major turn-on for him, but he was seeing a new side to Lauren tonight, and he was starting to like it. "Every once in a while. Maybe it's a dominance thing, and I've just started getting comfortable with the idea of you doing that to me." Lauren's breath was becoming ragged, and she shifted around so that she could tug Peter's pants down to mid-thigh. Peter cooperated by lifting his butt and allowing the pants to slip down, then Lauren straddled his legs. Positioning her pussy above his erection, she said, "No more talk. Let's just fuck!", and sank down on him, burying his cock in her greasy tight cunt. "Let's just fuck!" Peter allowed Lauren to do most of the work, contenting himself with guiding her with hands on her hips. He also managed to unbutton her shirt and stripped it off, to reveal her magnificent breasts supported by an open cup black bra. He hurriedly stripped off her skirt to see that it was matched by a lacy black garter belt. He lowered his lips to her nipples to begin sucking on them. "God, but you turn me on. Make me come!", he demanded. Lauren slipped her fingers down between them, to rub both her clit and scratch Peter's cock as it moved within her. That was enough to send him over the edge. Grunting loudly, Peter began spurting come up into Lauren's pussy, which set her off as well, so that she gave a quiet shriek of enjoyment and collapsed against him, her pussy spasming around him. Peter caught his breath and lifted Lauren off his lap, releasing a flood of come down onto the cushions. Standing, he helped her lower the couch into a bed position and slipped off his pants and shirt. "I guess we christened it, huh?" Lauren giggled. "I'll have to do some laundry first thing in the morning, or Heather will see the mess. She may end up sleeping down here someday." "I kind of caught that earlier.", he commented. Peter stretched out on the bed and Lauren climbed on top of him, to snuggle until he rose to the occasion again. "So this isn't just to be our little love nest?" Lauren looked at him sadly and shook her head. "I think Heather's parents are breaking up and it is going to be very, very messy. She really doesn't have any other family, and I want to be ready. I've already told her she can come over here whenever she needs to get away from it all, and I wouldn't be at all surprised if she were to move in, even for just a little while." Lauren described the problems Heather's mother was causing and her father's half-crazed, half-drunk responses. Peter could simply shake his head in sad silence. Finally he brought the topic around to a more pleasant topic by beginning to caress Lauren's buttocks and asshole, signaling that he had indeed been resurrected. Lauren sighed happily and shifted off of him and to the side, then lifted her knee and helped to position his stiff cock at the entrance to her well fucked pussy. Peter pushed forward gently, then rolled further, so that he was on top of her. He began moving his hips, driving into her slowly but deeply, and promised her that he'd fuck her until it fell off. ------- Chapter 9: Planning "What was going on over at your place the other night?", asked Lauren. It was early evening and Lauren had just arrived home. "Oh, God! What a nightmare!", exclaimed Heather. Lauren continued looking at the teen, waiting for an explanation. At nine the previous night, the television at the MacKenzie house suddenly had the volume turned up. It was so loud, in fact, that one of the neighbors across the street had called the police, complaining about the noise level, and a sheriff's deputy had pulled in about half an hour later. Shortly thereafter the volume dropped and the deputy left. Within minutes of that extraordinary scene, both Mister and Mrs. MacKenzie took off separately in their cars, not to return until almost midnight. "Well?", pried Lauren, curiosity winning out over privacy. "Mom's got a new kick; she's taken up reading the Bible out loud." Lauren raised an eyebrow at this and Heather elaborated. "I mean, like, entire books of the Bible, non-stop, whether you want to hear it or not. Last night she decides to start in on Paul's Epistle to the Romans, right from Verse 1, and Daddy went bonkers. He starts turning up the television and Mom starts reading louder, until she was screaming and the TV was practically rattling the windows! That's when the cops showed up." "Oh Lord! What did you do?" "I stuffed some earplugs in and went upstairs. Afterwards Mom went to church to pray for strength and Dad went out to a bar." Heather shrugged fatalistically. "Oh. I thought maybe your last date had something to do with it.", said Lauren. Heather shook her head. "No more than usual these days. I really like going out with Robby, but she always gives me the third degree afterwards and Dad has to make her stop. I'd stop dating him but that wouldn't change anything. She's even talking about taking me out of school and sending me to parochial school, but Dad says we can't afford it." Lauren felt like she was treading on thin ice. "Honey, you know that new furniture I just put in downstairs? Well, one of the reasons I bought it was for you. If you ever wanted to spend the night, it would give you a place of your own, you know? I'm not saying you should just move in, but if it ever gets too crazy, you'll always be welcome." Heather looked up sharply at this and her face brightened. "Really?" "Hey, careful now. I'm not one of your parents and don't have any legal right over this. I won't hide you. However, if you need to get away and call for help or the cops or something, whatever, come on over. I think your Dad would understand even if your Mom won't.", explained Lauren. Regardless of the restrictions, Heather felt a huge weight lift from her, and she hugged her mentor fiercely. "Thank you, thank you!" Lauren smiled and helped the teen wipe her eyes. "Now, how's the dating business going?", she asked. Heather smiled and got a goofy grin on her face. "Pretty good. I think we're just going out now so we can kiss and stuff. He makes me feel all gooey inside." "Kiss? And stuff? Define stuff." "You know, stuff.", replied Heather, her hands fluttering. Lauren made 'come-along' motions with her own hands to draw out the girl, and Heather went on. "Well, he'll rub his hands along my back, and even down along my pants, you know, my butt, and sometimes around to the front of my shirt, to rub my tits through the shirt. That feels so good, but I don't really let him do that very often. It's only been the last couple of times we've been out. And he rubs himself against me, and I can feel, you know, his... his... you know, his dick against me." "His hardon?", asked Lauren. Heather simply blushed and nodded in agreement. Lauren smiled. "Well, it sounds like you two are moving along. Has he gotten his hands inside your clothing yet?" "Uh, no, but he's tried. I've made him stop, but it was really hard the last time. I really wanted him to continue.", admitted Heather. Lauren nodded in understanding. "Listen, it's going to get more difficult. You are getting turned on by him, and your body wants to keep going. What kind of birth control are you going to use?" Heather's eyes opened wide at this and she sputtered, "But we aren't... I mean... we haven't..." Lauren gave the girl a wry look and said, "You know what they call kids like you two? Parents!" Heather tried to protest but Lauren cut her off. "Look, I'm not kidding. You two are going to start fooling around more and more, and it's going to feel better and better, and then one day you're going to go all the way. And then, since you didn't get pregnant on the first go around, you're going to think you can stay lucky, or not get caught, or whatever, that it's really not going to happen to you. Guess what!? It will!" Heather stared at Lauren briefly, then shrugged her shoulders. "So what do we do? I'm not really ready to do it yet. Should I get some rubbers anyway?" "That wouldn't be a bad idea. A better idea would be to get on the Pill. Have you talked about this stuff in school yet?", Lauren asked. Heather answered with a head nod. "Yeah, last year, in tenth grade. They talked about the Pill and condoms and diaphragms and stuff." Lauren nodded in relief. "Good. I wasn't sure whether the religious nuts were in control and preaching abstinence or not." "That's all Mom talks about. Of course, that's for other people, since I'm never going to do that sort of thing.", said Heather. "I don't think Dad's been getting any lately.", she commented. "I'm not surprised.", said Lauren dryly. "Regardless. Don't change the subject. What do you plan to do when you and Robby do start fooling around?" Heather shrugged helplessly. "Rubbers? I don't know. What do you use?" "Well, for one thing, it's not just me, it's us. This is something that the fellow is involved in, too, you know. It's his dick, after all!" Heather nodded her understanding and Lauren continued. "I'm on the Pill. I've been on it since I first started menstruating, when I was about thirteen or so, to regulate my period. As a birth control it's pretty safe and secure, but it does not do anything against diseases. On the plus side, it is a whole lot less messy than rubbers or diaphragms, and you don't have to worry about running out or having to stop to put one on or in. It's much more natural." "I wish I could use that.", sighed the girl. "Why can't you?" "Well, I'd have to get my doctor to do it and he'd just tell Mom!", Heather wailed in exasperation. "Maybe, maybe not.", commented Lauren. "Still, there's another way. Go down to Planned Parenthood. You can get a prescription there and they won't tell anybody. The law is on your side in this." "Really?! That'd be great!" "Sure. I can take you some afternoon or evening if you want." "Great! Let's go!" Heather was exuberant about the idea, and it took Lauren a moment to calm her down and explain that she would call and find out some times and make an appointment. As it turned out, Lauren was able to make an appointment for Heather that Friday morning, so she arranged to take the day off and drove Heather to the clinic that morning. The gauntlet of pro-lifers was light that day, so they were able to get inside with minimal hassle, and by noon Heather was on her way home with a prescription that she filled at a local drugstore. Lauren taught her about the need to never, ever miss a pill, and Heather looked forward to being able to start them. The day off worked out well for Lauren in another way as well. She and Peter were planning on taking a long weekend away. After two straight weekends of domesticity, Peter wanted some adult time alone with her. Gary's mom, Helen, was going to take the children to her home for the weekend and see that they got to their school program on Monday, then watch them until Lauren came home that day. She came by at lunchtime Friday, to help the youngsters pack and take them off Lauren's hands. "I don't know how to thank you!", gushed Lauren as she bundled her offspring out the door. Jimmy raced his sister to their grandmother's car and the two climbed into the back seat. "Oh, it's nothing, and you know it. Besides, the way you and whatshisname are going, how much longer will I have in their lives?", she asked speculatively. Lauren gave her mother-in-law a shocked look. "Mom! You'll always be in our lives! You know better." The older woman shrugged and patted her daughter-in-law's hand. "Does whatshisname agree? He'll have his own mother to worry about. Is he going to want to see your first husband's mother around?" "Well, first, we haven't gotten to that point, at leastwise not yet. And secondly, I don't care if he has five mothers, you will always be part of our lives. I don't ever want to hear otherwise! You are one of the kids' grandmothers, and you will always be around us. Agreed?!", argued Lauren. Lauren eyed her mother-in-law speculatively. Helen Graham was only in her mid-fifties; she had married right out of college and almost immediately had gotten pregnant with Gary, her only child. Her husband had been almost ten years older than she was, and had died of a heart attack only a couple of years before her son's accident. Now, Lauren and her grandchildren were all she had left, and she occasionally got a severe case of melancholy. On the other hand, noted Lauren, the older woman was still rather attractive, and the bouts of melancholy seemed confined to the times when she wasn't seeing a man. She was of average height, five-five or five-six, and weighed somewhere around 140, Lauren guessed. She had an ample bosom, a pleasantly padded rear, and a waist that was slim enough to show her curves. Her legs were in good shape, and she kept her curly hair cut short and frosted blonde. She was an attractive package and dressed stylishly to show it. Helen Graham had lost the love of her life when her husband passed away, but not the need for physical affection. It had taken her considerably less time after burying Gary's father to come to terms with those needs and begin dating again than it had taken Lauren to come to terms with losing Gary. Working in a large clinic brought her into contact with a number of doctors and other professionals of her own age, and some even younger, since she looked only in her forties. "What's up, mom? Did you break up with that doctor you were dating?", asked Lauren. Helen gave her a superior look and replied, "Not that it's any of your business, but what if I did?" Lauren snorted. "Maybe I'm thinking that you need to be getting some to sort yourself out!" Helen laughed at this, then nodded her head in amusement. "Maybe so. Ben - that doctor? - really couldn't cut the mustard, which may explain why he's been divorced twice! Still, I've got a date with an interesting prospect next week, a radiologist who just moved into the area after a divorce. Maybe he can cheer me up." "Well, don't worry about you and me and the kids. You're always going to be part of our lives!", reiterated Lauren. "Okay, honey, okay. I guess I'm getting worried over nothing. It's just a little odd, seeing that you're dating again. It must be even worse when the couple is divorced, you know?", she replied. Lauren made a face. "Yuck!" "See you Monday. Have fun." Lauren waved as her mother-in-law trotted down the walk to her car and finished loading the children inside, then drove off. Peter pulled into the driveway half-an-hour later. "Ready to go?", he asked. "Let me finish getting packed.", she replied, kissing him quickly. Peter followed her upstairs and into her bedroom. "You know, this is the first time I've been up here since that first weekend I stayed with you. All the other weekends we've been together have been at my place, or down in the basement." "Sorry about that. I thought you understood.", she said over her shoulder. "Hey, I do, I do. I'm just saying, it's the first chance I've really had to see your bedroom since I've gotten to know you." Peter looked at the collection of luggage that Lauren seemed intent on bringing along and his eyes widened. "Whoa! We're only going away until Monday, not for two months! What in the world do you have planned?" "Well, there's the drive up and the drive back and dinner three nights and the beach and walking around and...", she started up, very defensively. "Dial it back, babe. It's just the two of us, remember. Lot's of time alone doing things that don't require a lot of clothing? Get the picture? I'll just bet that you can cut down to one big suitcase.", he replied with a smile. "Bullshit!", she laughed. This was one bet she planned on winning! "Open the bags on the bed and let's take a look.", he ordered. Once the suitcases were opened on the bed, he laughed. "Well, here's a few things we can leave behind." Reaching into the suitcase nearest he pulled out a couple of pairs of blue jeans and set them aside. Two pairs of shorts followed them. "No pants - that's Rule Number One.", he announced with a grin. Lauren stared at him goggle-eyed. "Number One? There's other rules, too?", she asked. Peter leered at her. "You bet!" He reached into another suitcase and pulled out a handful of bras and panties. You won't be needing these either - Rule Number Two!" "Oh my God!", she exclaimed. Peter reached in and tossed out a pair of swimsuits, a one piece and a bikini. "Won't need these..." "We're going to a beach!", she protested. He nodded. "Remember that website I showed you once with the tiny little bikinis? I bought you a couple and they just came in. I've been waiting for this weekend to give them to you. I've already packed them." "Jesus, no, you didn't..." Lauren remembered the suits he had showed her. The suits were the skimpiest she had ever heard of. They started at strings and thongs and then gotten smaller. They were usually transparent, too. He pulled out any pantyhose or stockings and set them aside. "We're going to the beach. At worst we'll hit a club or nice restaurant and you won't need these, just a nice dress and some heels." He looked over the three pair of shoes she had packed and held up a pair of strappy sandals with three inch heels. "Here, are these comfortable? I mean, really comfortable?" At Lauren's shocked nod of agreement, he pulled them out and set them aside; the other two pair were set on the floor. Peter continued in this vein for a few more minutes. He left a pair of lacy little nightgowns, remarking how he couldn't wait for her to model them, along with a pair of long skirts and dresses. Lauren was left with a single sweater, in the event the evenings were cool, and a few simple tops. Finally he stopped and closed up the single large bag he had reduced the carnage to. "Are you okay with this?", he asked belatedly. It was too much for Lauren. Laughing, she replied, "Now you ask, you silly son of a bitch!" She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. "Excellent! Now, you need to get in the mood yourself." "Huh?" Peter gestured at her clothing. Lauren was wearing jeans and a top. Holding up a short denim miniskirt and a sleeveless white blouse, along with the sandals, he said, "Remember, no pants or undies! I'll just stay here and watch to make sure you don't cheat." Lauren laughed and quickly stripped her clothing off, taunting him with her nudity before dressing in the clothing he held out to her. "I hope nobody sees me.", she commented. "What are they going to do? Call the Panty Police?", he quipped back. He grabbed her suitcase and led the way downstairs and out to his Jeep. The drive to the small seaside resort was three hours long, and the weather was perfect, warm and sunny in the late afternoon. Lauren's short skirt tended to ride up on her thighs, and she could feel the breeze in the open Jeep blowing up between her legs, tickling her pussy lips. Peter would look over at her on occasion and grin as her ample tits jiggled in her half-opened blouse. She was tingling with anticipation by the time he stopped at the bed-and-breakfast he had rented a room at for the weekend. Peter grabbed the bags and led her upstairs to the room. It was a decent sized bedroom, with a small kitchenette off the side and a very large bathroom containing a whirlpool tub. She oohed and ahhed briefly, then turned to her lover. "Now what?", she asked. Peter grinned and stepped up to her. Placing his hands on her hips, he cupped her ass and pulled her skirt to her waist. Then he lifted her up and set her on the dresser behind her, and moved closer, between her widespread legs. "Now, we get ready for dinner." He quickly unzipped his pants and pushed them down his thighs, as Lauren unbuttoned his shirt. Peter returned the favor, undoing the remaining buttons on her blouse, then stepped forward and Lauren guided his rigid cock into her hot and greasy cunt. "Dessert first!" Lauren moaned as Peter began thrusting into her, hard and steady thrusts that pushed her into an immediate orgasm. He kept up fucking her as she gasped out, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Midways through her second come, as the dresser bucked against the wall loudly, Peter groaned and Lauren felt his come spraying hotly into her cunt. Peter sagged against her briefly, then stepped away, and Lauren giggled as she looked down at the mess between her legs. She slipped into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later, her hair and makeup touched up, her skirt in place, and her blouse redone. Peter had taken the time to tuck his limp dick back into his pants and get dressed himself. He smiled at her and undid a button on her blouse, to open it to a level more to his liking, which caused her to blush, but she allowed him to do so. "So that's the entire plan for the weekend?", she asked. "Mindless sex every chance we get?" Peter gave her a curious look. "Sounds good to me. Is there a problem with that?" Lauren smiled. "No, just checking. I kind of like the idea." "Good. Now, I need to check." He slipped a hand under her skirt to caress her bald pussy and reached out and gently pinched a nipple through the blouse. "Just making sure you aren't cheating." "Me too!" She grabbed his crotch, then they went back downstairs to go out for dinner. The weekend proved as decadent and depraved as Peter promised. Lauren ate and drank far more than she normally did and would fuck Peter at the drop of a hat. The swimsuits Peter had purchased proved unbelievably extreme, so much so that the first one she wore kept slipping off her tits at the beach, it was so small. The other was slightly better, but was in a sheer white that was completely transparent when wet. During the days they would constantly be running back to their room to screw; at night they went out on the town. Saturday night they went bar hopping at a string of clubs along the boardwalk, and Sunday night he drove out of town into the dunes south of the resort. Pulling the Jeep off the road, he slipped it into four-wheel drive and drove onto the beach. Pulling out a blanket and some towels and champagne, he led Lauren down to the water and they undressed. They swam briefly, they ran back to the blanket and made hot and passionate love until almost dawn. ------- Chapter 10: A Goat Rope The next major uproar at the MacKenzie house happened the following Tuesday night. Lauren had been back long enough Monday night to give her children the souvenir T-shirts she had bought them and join them for dinner and a couple of quick TV shows. They seemed none the worse for wear even though her mother-in-law seemed pleasantly frazzled, and she promised Jimmy and Holly that next weekend they would all stay home. Tuesday at work went quietly, and the family had another quiet evening at home. The trouble started just after eleven that evening. Lauren was in her living room reading a book and getting ready to go upstairs when she heard a car pull up at Heather's house. The car parked and Heather and Robby got out. They kissed briefly and then Heather ran up to the door, Robby waiting until she had gone inside and then leaving. Immediately thereafter it seemed as if all hell broke loose in the MacKenzie household. Even across the yard and through the walls she could hear Heather's mother screeching and her father roaring. Across the street the Thomkins' lights went on. She saw old Mrs. Thomkins look out the front door and go inside, and five minutes later a pair of sheriff's patrol cars drove up with their lights flashing but no sirens. It was at that point Lauren began to get concerned. The two deputies went inside and Lauren stood and grabbed a sweater, then went out herself. She knew she should mind her own business, but she also knew Heather was involved somehow. She noticed several other people coming out onto their front lawns to watch the evening's festivities, and secretly felt relieved that she wasn't the only onlooker. Noticing her wide-eyed children looking down from Jimmy's bedroom, she motioned them to go back to bed, uselessly, as they stayed rooted at the window, and crept in the open front door. Heather was seated on the living room couch, tears pouring down her pretty round face. Her parents were in the center of the living room facing each other, yelling at each other, with the two deputies between them, trying to separate them and quiet them down. Despite intervals of incoherence, it sounded as if Heather's mom was yelling that her daughter had been raped and that her father was telling her to shut up. Lauren could see a half-empty bottle of Scotch on the floor, next to a turned over end table. Just then, one of the deputies noticed the intruder and said loudly, "You'll have to leave, ma'am." Heather's head whipped around and she saw her friend standing in the open doorway. She bolted to Lauren, who wrapped her arms around the girl and tried to soothe her, rubbing her backing and murmuring quietly to her. "You'll have to leave, ma'am.", the deputy repeated more forcefully. The other deputy looked over and smiled, then moved to the doorway. "It's all right, Tom, I'll handle it." He faced Lauren and smiled down at her. He was a very tall black man, large and imposing. "How's it going Lauren? I almost forgot you lived around here." Lauren stared briefly at the man, then glanced at his name badge and her eyes widened. "Oh my God! Jack Coulter, how are you?! I haven't seen you in years!" The deputy gave a sheepish look at this and shrugged helplessly. He had been Gary Graham's training partner once, and hadn't stayed close to the family after the funeral. Lauren let him off the hook gracefully. "I live next door and Heather is a friend. What in the world is going on?", she asked. Coulter rolled his eyes. "We rolled in on the disturbance call and got into I don't know what. Momma claims the girl's been raped but the victim says no and her old man is going after Mom and who knows..." Lauren looked down at Heather. "Rape!" Heather started crying anew. "I wasn't raped! I keep telling everybody and nobody believes me! I wasn't raped! We've never even done anything like that." She whirled to face her parents across the room, now separated by the single officer, and screamed, "I WASN'T RAPED!" This did nothing to help the situation. Her mother dragged out a large silver cross and held it in front of her husband, crying out, "Spawn of the Christ killers! Spawn of the Christ killers!" Heather's father had enough. Rearing back, he lashed out with his fist, missing his wife and catching the deputy on the nose. The deputy gave a surprised look and fell backwards, landing on his butt. Above him, Heather's parents went after each other. "Oh, shit!", said Coulter loudly and he jumped into the fray. Within minutes, as Lauren sheltered Heather, the two deputies had managed to handcuff both parents. Breathing rapidly, he stepped back and surveyed the scene, then reached up and activated his collar-mounted radio. "Dispatch, this is Coulter in Unit 14 at the scene of the domestic disturbance. We got us a goat rope going on here. I'm going to need a sergeant, a female officer, and an ambulance. Jerry managed to get a busted nose." Jerry flipped his partner the bird, then went back to holding his bloody nose. Coulter turned back to Heather. "You're going to have to come with us, Miss. Your parents are spending the night with us, and I can't leave you here." Heather immediately started crying loudly, and Lauren spoke up. "Why can't she stay with me?" Heather looked up wildly at this and nodded fiercely. "She baby-sits my kids and she's there half the time already." The deputy looked interested in the idea. "Uh, maybe, but I'll need to talk it over with the sergeant when he shows up. No promises, but maybe." The sergeant turned out to be another officer that Lauren knew, and it was agreed that Heather would spend the night there, but that she would have to come down to the courthouse tomorrow morning for her parent's arraignments, and that a judge would have to agree to her staying with Lauren. Lauren got the details and bundled Heather over to her house, then watched over the girl as she fell into an exhausted sleep. Lauren called in to her office and left the manager a voice mail saying she needed a personal day, then went to bed herself. The next morning proved as stressful as the previous night. Heather ran back to her house to change clothes while Lauren explained to her horrified mother what was happening, then the two women drove to the county courthouse. Fortunately it had been a quiet night otherwise, and the MacKenzies were shortly standing before Judge Ira Bernstein. This proved to be an unfortunate choice, since Heather's mother immediately began protesting about being judged by a 'Christ killer.' Judge Bernstein stared at her briefly before roaring out for her to be quiet, then asked her Public Defender what the plea was. "Got me, your honor. All I've gotten out of her is that she wants to talk to the Pope.", he replied. The judge simply shook his head. "She's as nutty as a fruitcake. I want her taken over to County General for a psych workup, see if she's even competent." Heather's mother immediately began crying out for justice, that men were raping her daughter, and that she herself was in danger, and the judge looked up sharply. "What's this about rape?" Heather looked up from where she had been sitting, crying as she slumped against Lauren, and jumped up. "I wasn't raped! Why won't anybody believe me?!" Judge Bernstein waved her back to her seat and ordered her mother taken away. Next he looked over to Heather's dad. "Your turn." The clerk read off the charges and the judge asked for a plea. Heather's father glanced at his lawyer, who simply nodded, and pled guilty and asked for the mercy of the court. The arraignment judge gave a surprised look at this, not normally being in the position of sentencing people. He looked curiously over at the Public Defender. "I tried to talk him out of it, your honor, but he just wants to get it over with. My client would like to apologize to the police and the courts for causing so much trouble." He went on in this vein another few minutes, until the judge stopped him. "You sure you want to do this?", he asked, and Heather's dad agreed. "Okay. I'm tempted to show some leniency, but this is not the first complaint brought against you. I think you need some cooling off time. Your wife is doing 72 hours in a psych evaluation. I think 72 hours in the county jail would be a nice equalizer." He was taken away as well. The judge turned towards Heather. "Miss, come on up here, closer." Heather fearfully looked up and stood, inching closer. "I didn't do anything. Why do I go to jail?" The judge smiled at this. "You're not going to jail. You want to tell me what happened last night?" He listened for several minutes, on occasion glancing over at Lauren and the two deputies. When Heather ran down, he nodded in understanding. "Okay, I think I've got the picture. Here's my problem. You're only sixteen, a minor; you can't be sent home alone. Unless we can come up with another plan, I'll have to send you to the county home." Heather looked horrified at this, but Lauren jumped up. "She can stay with me, your honor!" The judge quizzed her briefly, then the deputies, and agreed, then released Heather into Lauren's care. Lauren drove the girl back to her house and put her to bed, sitting beside her until she drifted off to sleep. Lauren had her mother and mother-in-law watch the children the rest of the week, and quietly explained to them over the phone that they were also to keep an eye on Heather. Both women were horrified by what Lauren described and promised to watch closely. Lauren also cancelled her mid-week date with Peter, and invited him over Saturday, though she wasn't sure how it would go. The MacKenzies were scheduled to be released on Saturday. It was Jim Mackenzie who came home first. He was dropped off by a cab in front of his house mid-morning, and he immediately went inside. Half an hour later he was knocking at the front door of the Graham house. Lauren allowed him inside. Heather was already seated on the couch, silently watching him, though she turned her head away as soon as she noticed that he had seen her. "Can I come in?", he asked. "I need to talk to Heather." Lauren let him in, and Heather's father noticed that another man, one Lauren's age was present, standing in the kitchen doorway and watching him closely. "I'm not going to get crazy here, but I do need to talk to Heather.", he said, then sat on the couch. Heather moved to the end of the couch, trying to distance herself from him. "Uh, perhaps I should let you two talk.", commented Lauren, sidling towards the kitchen. "No!", blurted out Heather fearfully. Jim MacKenzie looked at his daughter sharply, then turned to Lauren. "It might be best if you stayed. I think you need to know this, too." At that moment Jimmy and Holly burst into the living room, followed closely by Goldy. Peter intercepted them, saying, "I think we need to take Goldy for a walk." Jimmy immediately protested, "We just came back from a walk!" "Yeah, but not with me!", Peter responded. He shuffled the children and the golden retriever out of sight and the others heard the back door open a minute later. Lauren looked at Heather and sat in an armchair near the girl. Looking over at the teen's father, she said, "You were saying?" MacKenzie looked at his daughter. He seemed to struggle for words, then sighed and started. "I guess it was a bit of a shock to watch your parents get hauled off to jail. They actually let me out yesterday afternoon. I've been over at County General with your mother. The doctors called the judge and he let me out of jail early." "What's wrong with Mom?", asked Heather quietly. "Your mother is sick, very, very sick. When they send somebody to be checked out like that, a psychiatric evaluation, they also check her out physically. I never knew it, but there can be physical reasons people behave weird. They spent the last couple of days running tests on your mom. She's got a cancer, a tumor sort of thing, that's in her brain. It's what's been causing her strange behavior. She needs treatment right away. It's eating away at what your mother was once anyway." For the first time, Heather looked up at him. "Is she going to die?" It was several moments before her father answered. "We don't know yet, honey, but it doesn't look real good. The doctors were talking about an operation and chemo and radiation, and your mother, she just isn't understanding things right now." Heather looked away glumly. She said in a quiet voice, "I don't know if I want to come home right away." Her father nodded in understanding and answered slowly. "Yeah. I guess I've been a lousy father lately. I guess I've been a lousy husband, too. I ain't going to force you, but I want you to understand something." He waited for his daughter to look at him. "There was a time when I loved your mother, not such a long time ago. She needs me now, even if she doesn't know it, and I'm going to stay with her one way or the other. I'll probably be spending a lot of time at the hospital, so it might be best if you kept up here." He glanced over at Lauren, who nodded her assent. "Maybe you'd like to come to the hospital some time." Heather gave a noncommittal, "Maybe." Her father stood to take his leave. Lauren invited him to see the room downstairs where Heather was living, and he smiled and followed the pair down to the basement. "Very nice.", he commented, "It's bigger than your bedroom back home." "Do you know any contractors?", asked Lauren. She explained to Jim's curious gaze, "I want to add a bathroom down here. We've got water and sewer, but no bathroom, so Heather has to use the hall bathroom upstairs." She demonstrated where she wanted to add a bath off the laundry room. 'Yeah, I know some guys. Give me a day or two and I'll make the arrangements. My treat. It's the least I can do, considering..." His comment trailed of and he turned to hug Heather good-bye, but the girl shied away. He shrugged in grim understanding and went out the back door and back home. Lauren went with him as far as the sidewalk. "How bad is it, really?", she asked. "It's a very long shot that she'll be celebrating Christmas with us. After that..." He trailed off with a resigned shrug of his shoulders. Head down, he trudged back to his own home, leaving Lauren to go back inside and speculate about the future for Heather. ------- Chapter 11: Going Parking Heather was quiet the rest of the afternoon and the evening, skipping dinner with the excuse that she didn't feel well. Lauren quietly tested the basement door and found it latched, and when she put her ear to the door, she thought she heard the teen crying quietly in the basement. Peter pulled her gently from the door. "She simply needs some time alone, hun. She'll be more talkative tomorrow." "I know.", Lauren replied, a wan smile on her face. "I just wish there was something more I could do for her." "There is - let her be. Treat her like normal, or at least something more like normal. Let her watch the kids for a bit. That will let her focus on something she can control., and take her mind off everything she can't control." She looked at him with a curious smile. "Do you have something in mind?" In response, he went to the basement door and knocked loudly. "Heather, can you watch Jimmy and Holly for a while?" A couple of minutes later they heard a scrabbling on the basement stairs and then the latch was popped. Heather opened the door and they could see that her eyes were puffy and red, though she seemed composed. "What? You need me to watch the kids?", she asked, half in hope. Lauren looked at Peter curiously, though she nodded. "Do we?", she asked him. Peter smiled. "I think I want to take my girl out for a bit. Are you okay watching them?" "Sure!" "Great. Let's go.", he said, taking Lauren's hand. "Wait!", she protested. "I can't go out looking like this!" She was wearing the jeans and t-shirt she had worn all day, along with some running shoes. Pulling her hand from his, she ran upstairs, yelling out. "You can wait five minutes!" She returned in fifteen minutes, freshly showered, in clean designer jeans, a very tight tank top and high-heeled sandals. Peter had taken the time to wash up in the kitchen, and whistled as she came down. "Nice.", he commented. He took her hand and led her outside. It had been raining most of the afternoon, adding to the dreariness of the mood, but at the moment it was down to a light mist. Lauren had a windbreaker wrapped around her shoulders. "You're up to something.", she commented. He gave her an innocent look. "Me? Oh, we're going to need to take your minivan. The roof to my Jeep is leaking and I need to get it to the shop." She looked at him curiously, then reached into the pocket of the jacket and pulled forth her keys. "Okay..." "Thank you. I'll drive.", he announced, and unlocked the passenger door and helped her in. "You're up to something.", she repeated. Her suspicions persisted as they drove into town and pulled into the parking lot at the Dew Drop Inn, a fairly nice club, despite the tacky name. Lauren relaxed over several drinks, even though she normally wouldn't be going out late on a Sunday night, a night before work. By the time they left, it was almost midnight and it had started raining again. Lauren watched Peter curiously as they drove home. This wasn't the normal route to take home, down Rossiter to the town line and then down County 43 to her development. Instead he had bypassed 43 and was taking a route down through the new industrial park being developed west of town. "What are we doing out here? You're up to something.", she said suspiciously. Peter simply smiled and drove until he found what he was looking for, a deserted cutoff into the park. He pulled in and killed the lights, then undid his seat belt. Lauren could see his ghostly smile as he turned his face towards her; his key was still in the ignition and the dashboard lights gave off a green glow. Reaching out, he patted her on the knee and said, "Come on, let's move back there." He nodded towards the middle row of seats. Lauren's eyes opened wide. "Oh my God! Is that what we're doing here?! Going parking?" She started to laugh. "Is your Jeep really leaking?" "Of course not, but have you ever tried to fool around in a Jeep?" He reached over and tried to undo her seat belt. "You are nuts! I'm not sixteen any more, you know.", she said as she laughingly pushed his hands away. "Come on, don't give me that. You mean to say that you and your husband never screwed around in a car?" Peter succeeded in popping her seat belt and began tugging her towards the back seats. "No! That's why we have beds. Oh, alright!", she said with a giggle, twisting into the back and watching as peter followed her, stepping over the center console. He dimmed the lights but left the radio on. "Do you do this often?", she asked. "Well, it's the first time with you, that's for sure. You've really never done this?", he asked. He settled back and threw an arm out, and pulled Lauren across his lap, so that she was laying out looking up at him. "Well, of course I have, but like I said, not since I was Heather's age. Good God, what if we get caught!?" "By who? Any cop with sense is busy guarding a doughnut shop tonight." He leered down at her. "Besides, if the minivan is rocking, don't bother knocking." "Oh Christ!", she groaned. "You planned this all along, didn't you?" "Well, you sublet our little love nest in the basement. It was either the Not-Tell Motel or this. I've never screwed around in a minivan before.", he said brightly. Lauren groaned in response, giving him a loud, "Harumph." "You are so beautiful!", he whispered to her, and after that, neither talked. Peter leaned down and began kissing the beautiful brunette. Lauren responded as he knew she would, her body betraying her need for his touch. Her back arching, she moaned as she thrust herself up at him. He moved slowly, far more carefully and teasingly then he ever would have done in high school, and Lauren shook as she reacted to his touch. He restricted himself for several minutes to doing nothing more than kissing her, and her tongue dueled with his as she lay in his arms. Then Lauren felt a shudder race through her body as she felt his fingers trace down her face to her neck, toying there briefly, then continue on to her breasts. It was then that she felt his lips move with them, nibbling their way down her soft throat to the valley of her tits. She gasped as he pulled one of the straps of her tank top down, exposing her lacy bra, then that strap was pulled down and she felt him feasting on her exposed breast. Moments later she felt the other straps being pulled down, then she arched her back to allow him to reach around and undo the clasp holding her bra together. She leaned back, her eyes closed in bliss as he began hungrily alternating tits, licking and sucking her nipples as he gorged himself on her voluptuousness. She moaned and wrapped her hands around her lover's neck as he slipped a hand down to her legs. It was a matter of seconds before he had found her crotch, and after rubbing it briefly, quickly undid the snap and zipper and slipped his fingers inside. He probed the warm dampness of her cunt as she reached down hurriedly and pushed her jeans and panties down her legs, and as soon as he found room to maneuver, stuffed his fingers into her pussy and began mauling her clit. She began shaking and shivering as she came, crying out, "More! More!" Finally, Peter relented and slowly pulled his fingers away, and with her eyes now adjusted to the dark, Lauren looked up to see him grinning and licking his fingers. "It sure wasn't like that in high school!", she said lowly. "Jesus!" "What did you do in high school?", he asked with a smile. "This!" Twisting around, she kicked her jeans and panties off, then pulled her top and bra over her head. Naked, she knelt on the seat next to him and undid the snap and zipper on his pants, and as Peter lifted up, she tugged them down to mid-thigh, and Peter squirmed around to lower them to calf height. He spread his knees to give her even better access. "I did this quite a bit in high school.", she announced, then lowered her face to his lap. Moments later his stiff prick was firmly lodged between her lips and her tongue was dancing around his cock, and he reveled in the suction she was applying. He had always known that Lauren was an expert cocksucker; now he knew where she had first gotten practice. She teased him as much as he had teased her, varying her suction and licking. She kept jacking the shaft, working him closer and closer to exploding, but kept him under control by slowing down her suction. Finally, when he could take no more and was thrusting his hips up and off the seat, she took pity on him. Pushing her face down so that his cock moved as far in as possible, she sucked and jacked him while reaching between his legs to tickle his asshole. Crying out weakly, Peter Tallman erupted into her mouth, gasping as she sucked him dry. Sitting upright, she licked her lips. "Thank God for high school!", he said weakly, to which she just laughed. Lauren reached down and grabbed her bra off the floor, but Peter reached out lazily and took it from her. "Hey, it's already way too late for both of us, and the cops still haven't busted us. Let's fool around some more." "Like how?", she asked with a grin. "Like maybe you get me stiff again and I fuck the living shit out of you for awhile. Remember the old bumper sticker from those days? 'Gas, Grass, Or Ass, Nobody Rides Free!'" Lauren had begun manipulating his limp and wet cock, gently pumping it as it slowly regained life. At this, she grinned and slid her hand down between his legs, to cup and fondle his balls. "Really?", she commented as she gave them a gentle but noticeable tug. "Well, if I end up walking home buddy, I'm taking a couple of friends of mine. Another bumper sticker used to say 'When You Have Them By The Balls, Their Hearts And Minds Will Follow.' Remember" Peter gave out a small gurgle. "Maybe we can renegotiate after all." "Much better.", she commented. Her actions had not been unsuccessful, however, since Peter's cock was filling her hand and stiffening pleasantly. As soon as Lauren felt it hard enough, she swung around to straddle his lap and slipped his cockhead into her cunt. She sank down slowly, letting out a sigh of contentment as she did. This fuck was a slow motion screw, with Lauren moving slowly atop the cock gripped tightly by her hot and greasy snatch. She lifted her tits up, cupping them so that Peter would be able to get his lips on her nipples, then slid her fingers back down to her cunt, to rub her clit and caress his cockshaft as it pistoned slowly within her. They were both sated and exhausted by the time Peter lost any semblance of control and spewed upwards into her. She crawled off his lap and sagged into the seat as she got her breath back. Peter moved first, stretching to pull up his shorts and pants and hitting his head on the doorframe as he did so. "You know, it seemed a lot easier back in the old days.", he commented. "Like I said, this is why the good Lord gave us beds.", Lauren replied. Paradoxically, complete nudity made it easier for her to get dressed, since she could pull on a single piece of clothing at a time. "Don't get me wrong, dear, it was fun but I'd rather stick to a more conventional approach." Peter grunted an acknowledgement. "Okay, okay, but you have to admit it is kind of fun to do every once in awhile." He looked over at his lover, who smiled and nodded her head briefly before starting to pull on her jeans. "Anyway, come over to my place on Wednesday and we can be more conventional. Next weekend we'll just have to be creative." It was Lauren's turn to grunt in acknowledgement. ------- Chapter 12: Bonfires and Fireworks It was the Saturday of the Labor Day weekend and Lauren was hustling her children to get ready. She had to take them to Saturday evening Mass, and from there they were going straight to Peter's. There was going to be a fireworks display that evening and he promised that the balcony of his apartment would provide ringside seats. Needless to say, both children were dawdling in front of the television. The knock on the door startled her, since she wasn't expecting visitors. She skipped over and yanked it open. "Hello?", she said automatically, then she knew who it was. Robby Jones, Heather's boyfriend, was standing there looking somewhat confused. He was a tall and gangly youth, almost skinny, with traces of acne on his face, and dark and unruly hair in a curly mop. He had a thin and serious looking face with hazel eyes. "Hi, Robby.", she said. "Uh, hello. Is Heather here?" He looked around as he asked. He wasn't completely clear on Heather's household arrangements; his girlfriend didn't really want to talk about it but she had told him she was staying at the house to the right of hers. "She'll be back in a moment. She went over to her house to change. She still has some stuff over there.", explained Lauren. "Come on in." "Uh, okay.", said the nervous teen. He stepped into the foyer and looked around, but wasn't brave enough to venture further. "I guess Heather is staying here now.", he asked in an attempt at conversation. Lauren nodded. "Did she explain it to you?" Robby shrugged. "I guess. Her Mom is sick and her father can't be home much. I know she was having a lot of problems this summer with them. Maybe I shouldn't say that." Lauren waved off his concern then yelled for Jimmy and Holly to turn off the television. Turning back to the boy, she said, "No, they've all had some problems. She needs you to be supportive. You need to help her through this, alright?" Robby looked very serious as he nodded his understanding. "Yeah, I mean, I understand. Heather, I mean, I really like her, you know. I wouldn't do anything to hurt her.", he replied earnestly. At that moment Lauren heard the back door open and close. "I bet that's her coming in now.", she said. She raised her voice and turned slightly. "Heather, Robby's in here." "Hey babe!", the bubbly young teen squealed as she bounced into the room. She skipped over and gave her boyfriend a quick hug and kiss, then stepped back. "Sorry I'm late. Like my outfit?" Robby had a happy and dazed look on his face, as if he had been hit by a rock between the eyes. He shook himself awake and gazed over her. Ever since Heather had moved out, her dress had become more, if not risqué, then at least more in the range of a normal teenage girl. Today was no exception. She was wearing very tight and low cut jeans and a midriff baring sweater, framing and displaying a very deep navel. Lauren's first thought as she glanced at Robby was that he looked like a bull being aimed at a pasture with cows present; he was practically snorting and pawing at the ground! "Yeah!", he said fervently. "Where are you two going?", asked Lauren. She found herself starting to play parent to the teen, not a job she had originally planned for, and she still wasn't sure how she felt about it. Heather was a well-raised and behaved girl, but she was a teenager nonetheless. "A buddy of ours is having a picnic and a bonfire out in the county, on his dad's farm. About a dozen of us are going.", answered Robby. "Okay, but no drinking.", said Lauren. "We'll behave, Mom!", teased Heather, who then grabbed her boyfriend's hand and dragged him outside. Robby followed, yelling out a good-bye, then the two got into his small pickup truck and took off. Lauren shook her head in amusement then went back to find her own children. ------- "So, what's the plan?", asked Heather as she sat next to her boyfriend in the small pickup. "Like I said before. We're going out to Ben Jacob's place for a picnic and a bonfire.", he answered. "Yeah, so where's the picnic basket?", she replied. Robby just grinned. "Ben's older brother got a keg of beer. That's the picnic part, that and a bunch of blankets." Heather simply shook her head and grinned. Lauren wouldn't be home 'til late, and she could always tell her that she had slept over at her own home. "Okay, but let's stop at Mickey D's first and get something to eat." Robby nodded in agreement and made the turn at the next corner. It was almost six by the time they made it out to the Jacob's farm. They weren't the first there, but they weren't the last either. Robby parked his truck and hopped out. Heather opened her door and looked down to see that her boyfriend had managed to park next to a very large and fresh cow pie. "Gross! Robby, move the damn truck!", she demanded. "What's your problem?', he asked as he came around the corner. "I am NOT getting out here!", she told him loudly. Just then somebody came flying into the field and stopped behind their truck. "Hey babe, you're stuck!", he commented. "Robby!" "Okay, okay!", he said in exasperation. He stepped over the dung and grabbed her by the waist, then tossed her over his shoulder. Heather laughed as she was carried around the bonfire and dropped on her feet on the other side. Then he returned to his truck and grabbed some blankets from behind the seat. Heather spread them around as he went to the keg and grabbed a couple of cups of beer, then they sat down. They were promptly joined by their friends. By the time it got dark and Ben threw some lighter fluid on the wood and set it ablaze, the group had fragmented. Several of the boys had drunk way too much beer and had fallen asleep; their girlfriends were sitting by themselves and talking. Another boy and his girl had gotten sick to their stomachs, running off to the woods and puke, and had then gotten into an argument and left. Ben smiled at his girl, a petite blonde, and stood up. After helping her to her feet, he grabbed a blanket and headed into the woods. Robby grinned at Heather and lay back on their blankets, tucking his jacket under his head as a makeshift pillow. "Well, I guess we know what they're going to be doing." "Well, don't get any ideas!", Heather replied, looking at him sharply. "I never said anything about doing that tonight." "Hey, hey, it's cool, babe. Nothing happens unless you want it to, I told you!", he protested. "I know, I know.", she agreed. She crawled over to him and crawled on top of him, her face propped up on her elbows, digging into his bony chest, and she looked down at him. If he was in any discomfort, he didn't let it show. "You've been really good about that. I know some guys wouldn't want to wait like this, but I'm just not ready." Robby wrapped his arms around her and hugged her to him. "It's okay, babe, it's all right!", he assured her quietly. He began running his hands lightly across her back. "And for damn sure I'm not going to do it the first time here at a campfire with your buddies watching!", she finished. Robby laughed at this, because a loud series of moans came from the woods at that point. Around the fire, several pithy comments were loudly let out, most of them crude and lewd, and the moans subsided. Heather squirmed in his arms pleasantly. "Just what did you have in mind for that first time, then?", he asked. Heather looked up at that. She had been lying on his chest, enjoying the feel of her body pressed against his. "What?", she asked in surprise. "Well, I mean, what, how, well, you know..." He lowered his voice to a whisper. "I mean, it's not like I know either. I haven't done it either." He had told her this in the strictest secrecy a few weeks ago, as they began to get more serious and Heather had pushed him back after a date once. "I never said I wanted to do it around a campfire with these guys watching either, okay?" "Really?", she asked. "Really what, that I've never done it or that I don't want it like this?", he asked, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "Well, how do you want it to be?", she pressed. Robby rolled over slowly, holding Heather as he moved so they were lying side by side. Heather threw a leg over his and nestled in closer. "Well, it's something special isn't it? I mean, you want it to be special, don't you?" Heather nodded silently, smiling at him sweetly. "Well, why wouldn't I want the same thing? I want it to be something we'll both remember. Alright?" "Oh, Robby!", she whispered, tears running down her cheeks. "I love you. I'm sorry I'm not ready, but soon, soon..." "It's okay, babe.", he whispered back, running a finger across her face and down her neck. Heather shivered at his touch, and when he cupped her face with his fingers, she leaned back, pursing her lips and closing her eyes for the kiss that would follow. "I love you.", he whispered. Robby's kisses moved from her lips to gently caress her nose, eyelids, and forehead, then moved down to the side of her neck. Heather shuddered pleasantly to their ghostlike touch, and her back arched as he began to move his lips lower, licking and nibbling at her throat and shoulders. Moments later she felt him bring a hand up to slowly begin unbuttoning her sweater, and as he did so, Robby's lips and tongue slipped inside to begin caressing her breasts as they were exposed above her well-packed brassiere. "Oh, Robby! Oh, Robby!", she moaned quietly. She may have been a nervous virgin, but Heather wasn't a complete naïf. She and Robby had been parking and necking for several weeks now, and it wasn't the first time he had tried to touch her ample tits. At first she had limited him to simply rubbing them through her top, but the last couple of times she had let him slip his fingers inside. The last time he had even gotten his fingers into her bra, to touch and rub her nipples before she had stopped him. Like any other teenaged boy, Robby was nothing if not persistent in pursuit of this goal. Within minutes he had slowly finished undoing her sweater, so that her bra-encased bosom was on display in the firelight. Tonight she had worn a new bra, small and low cut in a red lace to complement her tight red sweater, and as he looked at her, he noticed that the clasp was in the front. Half-expecting Heather to stop him, he nervously fingered the catch and popped it open. The elastic in the bra pulled it away from her and for the first time in his life Robby Jones was looking at naked female breasts. They looked GREAT! They seemed at least as large as anything he had jerked off to when sneaking peeks at his father's Playboys. His breath caught in his throat as he leaned up on one elbow and looked down at Heather. Heather started as she felt her bra loosen and the light evening breeze waft across her exposed flesh. Her eyes popped open to see Robby smiling down at her. She knew she should stop things from continuing, sit up and demand to be taken home, but she simply smiled. "You are so beautiful!", he whispered to her. Heather looked around, pulling her sweater around her naked torso. "Where's everybody else?", she asked. "Still around.", he answered. "Debby and Val took off in Debby's truck, leaving their boyfriends sleeping. Ben and Katie are still moaning in the woods..." Heather grinned at this. "... and Jack... ?" Robby looked around for the last pair, half standing until he could see them. Jack and his girlfriend had pulled their blanket over themselves and an awful lot of vertical movement seemed to be happening under the covers. "Jack is banging away with Amanda, under the blankets on the other side of the fire.", he announced. "Banging away? Is that what you call it?", asked Heather with an outraged tone of voice. "Well excuse me, maybe you'd like me to go over and do a play-by-play analysis?" Heather snorted, and climbed to her feet. Looking at the blanket-covered couple, she could see the movements and hear Jack grunting and his girlfriend squealing quietly. Giggling, she lay back down on the blanket, letting her tits come into view again, and said, "I think that's banging, all right!" She held her arms wide open, welcoming Robby back into her embrace, and the teenager lay back down next to her, to begin kissing and making out all over again. Emboldened by the fact that Heather hadn't complained that he had undone her bra, Robby's hands began moving all over her body, and Heather responded with quiet moans of her own. They were laying so that their legs were entwined, and Robby's thigh was pressing into her pussy. Robby continued to kiss and lick her tits, touching them with his fingers and gently tweaking and pulling on her nipples, and Heather responded by running her hands all through his hair, pulling his head against her body. She startled her boyfriend when she came, moaning and shaking as she held him tightly. Excited beyond belief, and with the sure knowledge that no matter what Heather had said earlier, she REALLY wanted him to keep going, Robby brought a hand down from the breast it was fondling to the snap at the waistband of her blue jeans. His fumbling with the snap brought Heather back down from her orgasm. She tried to twist out from under her boyfriend, but found herself helpless against the much larger teen. "No, Robby, no!" She pushed his hand away and in pushing away from him, managed to bring her knee up. "Aaagh.", cried Robby briefly, as he rolled away from Heather, both hands diving down to grab at his crotch. His ardor was a thing of the past; he had just received a first class nut cruncher. Robby's moan of pain was enough to rouse the rest of the campfire's watchers from their own pursuits. Heather sat up and hurriedly redid her clothing, her back to the group, even as Jack and Ben hooted in derision at Robby, who flipped both of them the finger. "Fuck you.", he told his buddies, who simply laughed the harder. The evening was getting late, and everybody had gotten as far as they were going to get with their partners. The remains of the bonfire were doused with flat beer and Ben, Jack, and Robby took their girlfriends home, leaving a pickup truck parked by the embers with two of their friends still asleep. Robby was moving very cautiously as he climbed into the cab of his truck. Heather treated him a little coldly on the drive back. When he got to her house, Robby turned to her and said, "Listen, I'm sorry. I just got carried away back there. You make me nuts. You get me so excited..." Heather looked at him and smiled. "I'm sorry, too. Does that really hurt?", she asked, pointing at his crotch. Robby grinned painfully. "Like you wouldn't believe. Right now I couldn't, even if I could!" Heather laughed and leaned across the bench seat of the pickup to kiss him goodnight, then climbed out of the truck and went into the house. ------- It was just after six by the Lauren and her children arrived at Peter's apartment. She was a little nervous at this, since Jimmy and Holly had never been there before. It certainly seemed as if Peter's comments about things continuing to move forward were accurate. She couldn't imagine that if he wasn't truly interested in her that he would invite her children to visit. The two were very excited about the visit, and as always, when excited, moved with the grace and agility of a rampaging herd of elephants. They thundered their way into the building and up the stairs at their mother's direction. "Hi, guys!", said Peter with a smile as he opened the door and let the Grahams in. Lauren looked around nervously, though she couldn't understand why she would be nervous, then stepped in far enough so that Peter could close the door behind her. Jimmy and Holly ran to the corner to climb on and examine his weight machine, and Peter looked at Lauren curiously. "What's wrong?", he asked. Lauren shook herself and smiled. "Nothing. I guess I've got a small case of nerves, what with this being the first time with the kids coming over and all. You won't get in any trouble, will you?" The apartment was for adults only, and the tenants were predominantly singles and young married career couples without children. "Forget it, nobody'll care." He took her by the hand and pulled her into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. "Boy you look good!", he said, then leaned closer and kissed her passionately. Lauren found herself weakening and melting into his arms. She could feel his stiff cock pushing against her pussy, even though they were both wearing jeans, and was only saved from doing anything more by the loud 'Gross!' of her son. Straightening up, a flustered look on her face, she looked over at Jimmy and stuck her tongue out at him. The others all laughed. "What's for dinner?", asked Holly. Peter picked the little girl up and asked, "What do you want for dinner?" "Hamburgers! We always have hamburgers after Mass.", she announced. Peter looked at Lauren curiously. "A secret Catholic ritual?" Lauren snorted and was handed Holly in response. "Okay, hamburgers it is!" Lauren laughed and set her daughter back down and followed her lover into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a pair of beer bottles for herself and Peter, then opened the freezer and pulled out the ice tray. She fixed some glasses of ice tea for her children, then opened the beer. She sat down at the small kitchen table to watch as Peter pulled some ground beef out of the fridge. "I got some hot dogs, too, in case the jury voted the other way.", he explained. "It would have just been you and me, then. The kids don't like hot dogs." "Really? Not even my super hot dogs with the secret chili sauce with fourteen special spices?" "Especially not those!", she emphatically responded. Peter shrugged and made hamburger patties, then pulled rolls and condiments out. He started cooking, and Lauren made herself useful by setting out paper plates, napkins, and pickles. It was decided to have a picnic of sorts, with folding chairs and a small table on the balcony. After dinner, the kids wanted to figure out how the exercise machine worked, and pestered Peter to show them. While Lauren cleaned up in the kitchen, Peter showed the youngsters how to do a bench press, laying back on the padded seat and lifting the weight bar up. Their eyes widened as they saw the weights lift and fall, as the muscular man easily lifted the low weight setting. He set the weights at their lowest setting, and both children were hard pressed to even budge the bar. "Don't worry, it'll happen as you get older.", he assured them. Jimmy seemed especially annoyed that he couldn't lift the bar at all. "Hey, when I was your age, I was in a whole lot worse shape." "Yeah?", asked Jimmy sarcastically. "Yeah!" Peter stood and went to a bookshelf, and pulled down a large but slim book. "You should have seen me in high school." At this, Lauren came out of the kitchen and looked over his shoulder curiously as he leafed through the book, Holly on his lap and Jimmy at his side. "Get a load of this guy." The children giggled at the sight of a round and flabby teen, bulging out of his gym shorts and T-shirt. It was hard to believe that the grossly obese boy in the picture was the rock hard stud that Lauren enjoyed fucking. "You... oh my Lord!", she exclaimed. "That was you!?" "Oh, yeah!", he said with a grin, flipping through the pages to find his class picture, equally chubby. "When I got to college I got sick of being laughed at by the girls, so I started watching what I ate, and I really started working out. I do at least an hour on the weights each day, and run three miles every morning before work." "Since when do you run in the morning?", Lauren asked skeptically. He had never gone running when they had been staying together. Peter smiled. "I prefer other exercises in the morning." Lauren blushed. "Behave!" "Like what?", asked Jimmy, the joke flying over his head. Peter answered, "Calisthenics. You know, pushups, up, down, up, down..." He winked lewdly at Lauren. Lauren reached out and swatted the back of his head, then went to the kitchen for another couple of beers. It was starting to get dark, so Peter led the way back out onto the small balcony. Though not deep, it went the length of his apartment, starting at the sliding patio door off the living room and extending down to the sliding patio door off the master bedroom. He tossed a pair of old beanbag chairs down at the living room end, then carried a heavy armchair out through the bedroom. As the kids curled up in the beanbag chairs, he sat down in the armchair and pulled a laughing Lauren down onto his lap. By the time the children began getting antsy, it was dark and a flare lifting off announced the start of the fireworks. While Lauren and the others oohed and ahhed, Peter ran off for another pair of beers. He returned to find a spectacular explosion literally above the balcony. "I can't believe it! This is a great view!", gushed Lauren. "Hey, I told you!", he said with a grin. He pointed at the woods across from his view. "The other side of those woods is a small hill, and there's a big parking lot up there for a discount place. They launch there and you can see them for miles. One time, in fact, we saw this big glow over there right after they started, and everything stopped. Turned out that one of the launches came back down right into the pile of fireworks and everything went up in a big fireball. Damnedest thing." Lauren laughed, and sat back down in his lap. The fireworks ended after awhile, and she stayed cuddled up with him. After a bit more, Peter set his empty bottle down and wrapped his hands around her waist, and leaned in to nuzzle her neck. Lauren sat up at this, and looked around nervously. "Peter, we can't. In fact, we should go home." "No, you should stay here.", he said, holding her in place. She looked at him worriedly, but he continued. "You've been drinking; so have I. The kids are already sleeping." Lauren whipped her head around to see the children asleep on the balcony in their beanbags. "Stay the night. Let the kids sleep." "Uh..." "They can sleep in the living room. You can stay in my spare bedroom." She hesitated, and he pressed, "You're not safe to drive home." "Okay, but I can't sleep with you." "I promise, you won't sleep with me.", he agreed. Lauren agreed and stood up, followed by Peter, and the pair pulled the beanbags into the living room. Jimmy woke up grumpily, and his mother had him climb onto the couch and go back to sleep. Holly remained asleep in the floppy chair and was left there. Peter spread light blankets over them, then grabbed another pair of beers and, taking Lauren by the hand, went back out onto the balcony. It was a perfect late summer night, warm, with a slight breeze and a clear sky. Peter flipped off the lights before sitting back down. There weren't many bugs out, but there was no reason to push their luck. Lauren smiled and settled back into his lap. Things started out quietly enough. Lauren snuggled into Peter's chest, enjoying his male warmth as he alternated sipping at his beer and nuzzling her neck and throat. Eventually she finished her own beer and turned back to him for more kissing and necking. It seemed the perfect way to end the evening, before slipping off to the spare bedroom. Peter seemed to have different ideas. He began by slipping a finger up to caress the line of her jaw, then moving it down, to trace her throat and collarbones. Then he slipped it lower, to pop a button on her crisp white blouse, and begin to trace the delicate flesh of her cleavage. Lauren moaned, her faint cry getting no farther than Peter's lips, which were kissing her heatedly. Peter moved his fingers again, to pop the second and third buttons, and Lauren felt the breeze moving across her torso. She smiled and pulled away from Peter. "I thought you said I'd be sleeping in the spare room?" Peter smiled. Lauren was sitting on his lap with an arm around his back. The other was by touching his face. He grinned and took this hand and pulled it down to her side. The arm that was around her back reached down and gently took her hand captive. With his other hand, the one which had undone her blouse, he popped another button, then reached inside. Lauren gasped as he deftly popped her ample breasts out of their confinement in her lacy white satin bra. "So, are you sleeping yet?" He leaned back in, to cover her protesting lips with his. Lauren struggled in vain, her body heating up as he held her in place while tweaking her aroused nipples. "No, no...", she protested. Peter responded by lowering his fingers to her blue jeans, which he undid, lowering her zipper and slipping a finger inside to caress her through the satin panties which matched her bra. "Ohhh..." Peter pulled his lips back and smiled at her. Lauren had a glazed look to her eyes, and she was breathing heavily. "Now, would you like to know what I've decided?", he asked quietly. Lauren simply nodded mutely at him. "We go inside into my bedroom. I check on the kids, and then lock the bathroom door to the hallway. We close the doors and the drapes. If anybody does wake up, you sneak into the bathroom from my room, close my door, and say that you had to use the bathroom. Otherwise, we do everything in my room but sleep. Okay?" He flicked a finger across her panties. Lauren moaned and shivered. Her need outweighed her motherly instincts. "Yes, yes..." Peter helped her to her feet, then led her into the bedroom. "Don't move.", he said. He closed the patio door to the balcony and pulled the heavy drapes shut, as Lauren watched him, her chest heaving. Next he crept out the door and down the hallway, to immediately come back and lock the bedroom door. He opened the door to the bath and went inside, locking the other door to the hall. Then, turning the nightstand light on, he pulled his half-dressed lover to the dresser, and said, "Tonight, I want to see everything." Lauren shivered at the thought. Lauren stood there, partially clothed in the yellow light of the small bulb, feeling more naked than if she had been completely nude. Peter smiled as he stripped off his shirt and shoes, then stood there wearing nothing but his faded denims. He stepped closer, then pulled her shirttails from her jeans and stripped it off. Stepping behind her, he faced her at the mirror over his dresser, and removed her bra. Next he knelt down and tugged her jeans and panties down her legs, and as Lauren lifted her feet to step out of them, began to lick the back of her legs and her ass. The brunette whimpered as his lips touched her skin. Staying on his knees, Peter crawled around to her front, then ran his fingers up her legs to her cunt. Staying in a kneeling position, he greedily eyed her smooth-shaved pussy, now puffy and inflamed with her desire. He slipped his fingers into her petals, and as Lauren gasped, a slight trickle of pussy juice slid from her to coat them. "Touch your tits.", he ordered. "Play with them." Lauren bit her lip as she brought her fingers up to touch herself. Peter was showing no intention of hurrying things along, and she knew he would torment her with the slowness and depth of her orgasms. Her nipples felt like bullets as she slowly kneaded them with her fingers, then she closed her eyes and moaned quietly as she felt him slip one of his fingers deep inside her. It was probing deeply and furiously for her G-spot, and her hips bucked as he found it and caressed it. Pleased, Peter smiled to himself as Lauren began to come on his fingers, and he increased her torture by leaning in and pressing his face into her crotch. His tongue reached out to begin licking the slit his hands were probing, to find the little button at the top of her slit. He teased this briefly, then sat back on his heels and looked up at her. Grinning, he said, "Now, I know you want to scream out, but just remember, the kids are in the other room, and you wouldn't want to wake them up." Lauren looked down at him with daggers in her eyes, but a deft flick of his fingers caused her to gasp and shudder. She was practically standing on tip toes and her hands came down, to bury themselves in his hair and pull his face back towards her pussy. "You bastard!", she whispered fiercely. Peter resumed licking, turning her anger back into submission. "Oh, God... Peter... oh, oh, oh!" Her hips were bucking as she tried to drive his tongue even deeper. "Ohhhh!" A final shiver wracked her body and she found herself leaning forward and supporting herself on the dresser. Peter stood, a grin on his glistening face, and Lauren eyed him hungrily as he stripped off his pants and briefs. He stood there, his stiff cock pointing in her direction, then he went around behind her. She spread her legs even wider, leaning forward into the dresser, to ease his entry, but he surprised her. Kneeling back down behind her, Peter slipped his fingers into her pussy a second time and began licking her cunt a second time, this time licking up to and around her asshole. He began rubbing and touching there as well, and it was all the woman could do to keep from screaming as she came. It was almost anticlimactic by the time Peter stood up behind her. Grasping her hips, he moved closer and slid his cock into her gaping pussy. It felt as if he was slipping it into a velvety sheath, tightly gripping him despite its hot and greasy intensity. As he began bucking against her, Lauren began an almost non-stop orgasm, climaxing when he lost all control and exploded, his cock jetting into her from the rear. Pulling out, neither was surprised by the flood of come and pussy juice which rolled down Lauren's thighs. Peter staggered back and collapsed onto his bed, his chest heaving from the exertion. Lauren followed him on unsteady feet, then sat down next to him and fell across his chest. Both were covered with a thin sheen of perspiration. Peter was the first one to speak. "Jesus!", he exclaimed quietly. "Yeah!", she agreed with feeling, barely moving her head from his chest. "Can I make a suggestion?" "Uh, huh." "Are we going to fuck some more tonight?", she asked. "If I can get my heart started again. Along with something else.", he agreed. Lauren smiled. "I'll take care of that. Let's just do it in bed for the rest of the night, okay?" She reached down to touch his limp and sticky cock. "Fine by me!", he said fervently. ------- Chapter 13: Lesson Plans "Oh my God, you didn't!", laughed Lauren. She had pried the truth out of Heather about her date with Robby, and was laughing hysterically as the teen described how she had kneed him in the balls. "I know, it was awful. I felt terrible..." "Not as terrible as he felt, I bet." "Stop it! He was rolling around on the ground moaning and groaning while I'm trying to get dressed. It was horrible! I thought I was going to die from embarrassment!", protested Heather. "Well, next time just tell him 'No!'", replied Lauren. Heather giggled. "That's what he said!" Lauren snorted in derision. "So, I guess you two haven't broken up over this." Heather shook her head. "No, but I feel so bad. I mean, I was feeling so good, you know, but I didn't do anything for him. He said he was feeling like he was about to explode, you know, right before..." Lauren nodded her understanding. "So, you can take care of him even if you don't screw. You've seen the porn flicks. Give him a handjob or a hummer." "A hummer?", asked the naïve young girl. "You know, a blow job. Suck him off.", explained Lauren with a grin. Heather looked at her, shocked. "I couldn't, I mean, no, I couldn't!" Lauren gave her an evil grin. "Want to bet? Listen, there is nothing wrong with it. Just rub him off first. He'll think he's died and gone to heaven. Later, give him the hummer. It's fun, it's safe, it's delicious and nutritious. Just do like you saw the girls doing in the movies." "I don't know. I mean, they just grabbed it and swallowed it whole! I couldn't even open my mouth that wide! And what will he do if I do something wrong?" "That is impossible. If you do it right, he comes all over and tells you he loves you. Guess what? If you do it wrong he comes all over and tells you he loves you. Never believe anything a guy says when he's not wearing pants." Heather nodded in understanding at this. "I just wish I could see something, you know, a little more basic." She thought about it a second, then asked, "Listen, some night when you and Peter, well, maybe I could watch." "What!?!?" Heather rushed on. "Yeah, I could hide in a closet or something, and you could show me..." Lauren interrupted the teen. "Are you nuts!? That's crazy! For one thing, I would never do something like that behind Peter's back. That would be lying to him. He trusts me! And no, I won't ask him!", she said, heading off the girl's obvious next question. "Sorry.", Heather said contritely. "Jesus, next you'll be having me make dirty movies!" ------- "She said what!?", asked Peter incredulously. Lauren described her conversation with Heather to Peter a second time. It was Wednesday, and after a quick dinner out, they had gone back to his apartment. Now they were in bed, naked and cuddling in a post-coital glow, and Lauren was giggling as she described Heather's suggestion. "Really?", he said curiously. "You know, I'd be more than happy to give the girl a personal demonstration. A very personal demonstration." "Keep dreaming, buster!", laughed Lauren. She reached down and grabbed his cock. "I'm keeping this all for myself." To her surprise, despite their recently completed screw, Peter was hardening rapidly. "Oh my God! This is really turning you on, isn't it?" She propped herself up in the bed and looked at him, and was astounded to see him blushing. "Isn't it?", she demanded. "Huh? Huh?" Peter blushed and grinned. "So what if it does? Have you ever done it on camera?" "What?! God, no!" "It can be sort of interesting.", he stated. Lauren sat up and stared down at her lover in the bed. "What!? You've actually done it on camera? What, you're a porn star on the side or something?" Peter snorted and laughed, then pulled her down beside him. "Christ, no! Just, well, I had this one girlfriend a few years back, she had a real thing for cameras. She videotaped us once going at it, with a camera on a tripod. It was feeding to the TV and we were watching ourselves fuck while we were doing it. I've got to tell you, it's a weird perspective.", he admitted. "I bet!" She giggled. "You pervert!" "Pervert! Pervert! I'll show you pervert!" Peter's cock was hard and ready. He pulled the pillows out from under Lauren's head and slapped them down into the center of the bed, then as she laughed and shrieked, he grabbed her by the waist and wrestled her onto her stomach, her hips raised up on the pillows. Next he knelt between her wide-spread legs and slipped his cock into her cunt. He slipped easily into her pussy, still slimy with his come from their earlier fuck. He looked down and saw her ass quivering beneath him as he pushed in, her buttcheeks round and perfect, and the little rosebud of her asshole beckoning invitingly. "I'll show you all about pervert!" Lauren giggled as she squirmed beneath him. In this position she could feel every inch of his cock. She was enjoying the touch of his fingers as they caressed her ass and asshole. Then, to her surprise, she felt him pull out. "Don't stop.", she begged. She missed his grin behind her. "Oh, I won't." Then she felt something totally unexpected. Peter's fingers stopped probing her butt and spread her asscheeks apart, and as he moved forward the head of his slimy cock slipped into her widespread asshole. "No, no..." Peter slowly pressed inward, pushing his cock deep into her ass, and sending a twinge of pain into Lauren's surprised mind. "No..." Peter stopped as he bottomed out. Staying within her butt, he shifted his knees so that he was straddling her thighs. His cock was now wedged into her asshole and it felt hot, tight, and slippery. He slowly began to move his hips, just enough to slip in and out an inch or so. "Yes, yes, yes.", he replied. "Ohhh!", she moaned. Within moments of Peter beginning to slowly fuck into her asshole, any pain was a distant memory. "Don't stop... oh, fuck my asshole, fuck my asshole.", she demanded. Peter picked up speed, making longer and quicker thrusts, and Lauren began shuddering as she cried out. He leaned down and grabbed her forearms, pushing them beneath her. Lauren immediately moved them between the pillows and her body, and began crying out as she played with her aroused clit. He waited a few minutes until she was coming down off her first big orgasm, then leaned over her delicious backside and wrapped his hands around her, to cup and fondle the tits pressed down into the bedsheets. "So, I'm a pervert?", he asked, taunting her. "What would you call a woman who takes it up the ass? Who plays with her pussy while letting guys buttfuck her? Hmm? Is there a name for girls like that? Well?" Lauren groaned at this latest assault. Peter's cock felt huge in her asshole. Normally she would have given herself an enema before doing this, and a few drinks would have lessened any pain and lowered any inhibitions. Instead she simply felt a primal urge to fuck her brains out, to enjoy the degradation she was feeling and beg for more. "Uh... uh... uh...", was all that escaped her lips. "You're a slut, a fuck doll, a boytoy, aren't you? You're the fucking pervert here, huh? Huh?" "Oh, God, fuck my ass, fuck my ass.", she begged, moving farther into her second come, an even more lengthy and explosive one than before. "Fuck my ass!" With those words Lauren's butt began to almost vibrate as she came, and the motions transmitted directly to the cock buried within her. Groaning, Peter collapsed on top of her back, his hips churning as his cock spasmed and began pumping his come into her asshole. For the next several minutes, as Peter's cock slowly softened, the pair gasped and panted, Peter laying on top of Lauren as she pulled her hands out from beneath her, to limply lay at her side. "Jesus!", muttered Peter weakly. "You've got to get up, honey.", said Lauren, showing signs of life. "I've got to go to the bathroom." Grunting acknowledgement, Peter rolled off her back, his limp dick sliding free with a sucking sound. He glanced down to see her asshole gaping wide, a thin trickle of come seeping out, and a layer of shit coating the end of his cock. He followed Lauren into the bathroom and climbed into the shower. He turned on the water and began washing himself clean. A few minutes later, the shower door opened and Lauren slipped inside with him. She hugged him quickly, then took the soap from his hands. "It's fun every once in a while, but it is a bit messy.", she complained with a smile. "A bit.", he agreed. He took the soap back, and said, "Here, let me." He began by slipping the bar of soap all across her breasts, and Lauren closed her eyes as the warm water and soap moved across her aroused flesh. She was almost purring in contentment by the time he began to wash her pussy, and managed to bring her off before stopping. Lauren smiled languidly as she looked at him and reached down to touch his stiff prick. It had hardened again in the shower and was now pointed directly at her belly. She softly grabbed his sensitive shaft and began pulling on it. His cockhead grew larger and became a bright purple in color. "You like that, huh?", she asked. "Oh, yeah.", he agreed. Lauren swirled her thumb across the tip of his prick. "You want me to rig up a camera for you?", he asked. "What would we do on the film?" "Really? Could we?", she asked excitedly. "Um, hmm.", he said, shrugging his shoulders. "It's what I do, remember?" Lauren grinned at this. It was indeed what he did. Peter had a degree in computer science and was the senior 'geek' for his company. It seemed like he could do practically anything he wanted with electronics, computers, and camera equipment. "Well, sort of... I figure, we fool around, you know, show some T and A, then I give you a hand job and a hummer. Sort of a training manual of sorts. Why? Do you want to?" "Sure, why not!" Lauren laughed and increased her hand motions, now reaching down with her other hand to fondle his nuts. Peter moaned as he began spurting jism all across her belly, where it was immediately washed away. "Come on, we've got to get out of here. We're turning into prunes, and I have to go home.", said Lauren, reaching up to shut off the water. Peter led her out of the shower and handed her a towel, then sat back down on his bed to watch her dress. By the time she was clothed, the exhausted man had fallen asleep, and Lauren gave her sleeping lover a quick kiss and slipped out. ------- Chapter 14: Lessons Given and Lessons Learned "So, you really want me to set this thing up?", asked Peter, a curious tone to his voice. It was Thursday afternoon and he was calling Lauren at her office. "What? Oh, the camera!", she answered in surprise, then lowered her voice and looked around the empty lobby with a guilty look. "Yes, it might be fun! Will it take long?" "I have no idea.", he replied. "It all depends on how long it takes to run the cable. Why?" "Mmmm, I'd sort of like to surprise Heather with this, you know. She'll be around this weekend, her boyfriend is going out of town for a funeral or something." A note of exasperation entered her lover's voice. "Let me get this straight. I have to set this up fast, in secret, so I can let a cherry teenybopper watch you give me a handjob? Lady, you are going to owe me so big..." "Oooh, promise?", she whispered coyly. Peter growled and hung up the phone, much to Lauren's delight. Much to Lauren's dismay, she almost completely failed to find a way to get Heather and the kids out of the house on Saturday. Her original plan, to have Robby take them all out for ice cream or such, was out, since Robby wasn't in town. Heather didn't have her driver's license yet, or even a learner's permit, and Lauren was not about to let the teen experiment with her car. That was one chore she would leave up to the girl's father, such as he was, or the school system. Likewise, it turned out to be a cold and rainy Saturday, leaving out any chance of sending the kids out on a scavenger hunt or a marathon walk with Goldy. Peter arrived around lunchtime to discover that he would have to do the installation while the others were out at church that afternoon. He was able to scout out the terrain, and informed Lauren that a ventilation chase was very conveniently located adjacent to both Lauren's bedroom and the basement bedroom Heather called home. He promised to be finished by the time they returned. "Just one thing.", he explained quietly. "The camera is a bit busted." Lauren eyed him curiously. "It's not like I can just take a decent camera out of the office on a permanent basis, you know? It's a junker." "What's wrong with it? How are we going to pull this off if it doesn't work?", she asked. "It sort of works. We just have to fiddle with things. The power supply is shot, so it has to stay plugged in to a wall socket. The batteries are no good. Also, the tape drive is blown. It'll take pictures and transmit them to a TV, but it won't make tapes. I have to rig a cable upstairs anyway, so I can feed into your VCR and make a tape up there. Follow me?" She nodded her understanding. "Can you hide it behind something, so she won't see it?" "Maybe." "And can you hook it to the television rather than the VCR? I don't know if I want this on tape.", she admitted. Peter laughed at this. "Maybe! I'll just have to see." Lauren was nervous as Peter showed them to the door that afternoon. Heather was a member of the same parish as the Grahams, so she went with the family to Saturday early evening Mass. As soon as the minivan moved around the corner, Peter went to his Jeep and brought in a small pile of hardware, including the semi-broken camcorder, a spool of coaxial cable, and several toolboxes. He first went upstairs with the cable spool and one of the toolboxes, and fed a considerable length of the coax down through the ventilation chase he accessed from a vent hidden behind Lauren's dresser. Next, he ran down to the basement and fished the other end of the cable from the chase. Retrieving the camera, he terminated the cable and set it on the top shelf of a bookcase that overlooked Heather's convertible bed. He checked to see if a signal was being generated, then returned to Lauren's bedroom. The cable was terminated and connected to the VCR, then the signal was routed to the television. Peter was pleasantly surprised to find that the entire job, a cobbed-up mess if he'd ever seen one, actually worked right off the bat. He had to rush back downstairs a couple of times to focus and aim the camera, but Heather would never see it after he placed a few stuffed toys around and over it. He actually managed to clean up the spool of wire and his tools and load them back into his Jeep before anybody came home. When Lauren came through the door, narrowly ahead of her children, she looked at Peter as he sat on the couch, reading a magazine. He nodded at her hopeful expression and gave a subtle 'thumbs-up', and she grinned back at him wickedly. It was only a matter of waiting for Jimmy and Holly to go to sleep. It was almost ten before Lauren deemed it safe to start things. The children had been in bed for over an hour and were sound asleep. Heather looked as if she was about to go to bed herself, so Lauren ran upstairs and grabbed some clothing, then came back down. She motioned Peter into the kitchen, then went to Heather in the living room. "Listen, remember that conversation we had a few weeks ago? I want you to go up to my room and lock the door, then turn on my TV." "Huh?", asked Heather. She had forgotten asking Lauren if she could watch some night, it had been so outlandish. "Listen. Go upstairs and into my bedroom. Lock the door and turn on the television set. Keep the volume real low and don't change the station. The show starts about five minutes from now." "What show?", asked the confused teen. Lauren grinned wickedly. "You'll see!" She pushed Heather towards the stairs, and when she was satisfied the girl was going down the hall to her bedroom, she went into the kitchen to where Peter was sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee. He looked at her curiously. "Well? Now what? Just go downstairs and get it on?" "No, silly. We're supposed to be teaching her about stuff other than getting it on, remember? I figure we do some heavy petting, I give you a handjob, we do some sucking and licking, then I get you off again.", she answered. Lauren set down the clothing she had been carrying and began unbuttoning her blouse. Peter looked at her as he stood up from the kitchen table. "Now what are you doing?" "Changing into my date outfit, of course. Now go downstairs and turn on the lights or whatever." Muttering under his breath, Peter headed down to the basement and turned on most of the lights. He had left the camcorder plugged in and turned on earlier, and Heather hadn't seen it after Mass, so it seemed likely that it was still working. He waited out of the line of sight until Lauren pranced downstairs. "Whoa!", he commented. Lauren's 'date outfit' was very pleasantly erotic. She had on a very short plaid pleated schoolgirl skirt, a very tight transparent white blouse with a skimpy little bra underneath it, thigh-top white stockings, and ankle strapped black 'fuck me' pumps. She looked like a Catholic schoolgirl who specialized in hanging out in strip joints. "Where did you get that?", he asked. "You like? It's all stuff I've had. The only thing you haven't really seen before is the skirt. It's my old school skirt, but I shortened it years ago, for Gary.", she said with a giggle. "Ready? Remember, we're in high school and dating." "Christ, a script, too. Gary really liked to play make-believe, huh?" Peter simply shook his head in pleasant exasperation and let Lauren pull him over to Heather's bed. "Come on, honey, my parents are gone.", she said with a coquettish grin. Peter rolled his eyes, and Lauren gave him a subtle nudge in the ribs. "Yeah? When are they coming home?", he asked, hamming it up. Lauren nudged him again, harder. "Not for hours. Come on, honey, kiss me!" Heather sat down on the convertible day bed and crossed her legs lewdly. A number of buttons on her blouse were open and a vast amount of cleavage was visible. The cleavage settled the idea for Peter. "Sure, baby!" He sat down next to her on the couch and leaned back, and Lauren leaned back with him. They moved close enough to kiss, and within a few moments, their hands were wandering over the other's bodies. Upstairs, Heather stared as the scene unfolded on the screen before her. She had turned on the set as soon as the door was locked, even before Lauren and Peter had sorted out the evening's plan, and it was several seconds before she realized that the view was of her bedroom in the finished basement. This made her sit upright with a start, as she wondered how long her room had been on closed circuit television. Had Lauren been watching her play with her pussy at nights, before falling asleep? A few minutes later she saw some lights going on in the room, and after an initial bloom on the screen, the view settled down again. A few minutes later Lauren and Peter came into view, talking quietly and sitting down on the couch. Lauren looked like a picture of a Catholic schoolgirl she had seen in a friend's copy of Penthouse. She couldn't believe her eyes. Not catching what was being said, she stood up and adjusted the volume unto she could hear some low words. "... baby!", said the image of Peter, who promptly began necking with the image of Lauren. Fascinated, Heather crawled back onto the bed, laying down on her stomach with the hands propping up her chin, watching the show being broadcast live from her basement bedroom. It seemed like it was only seconds before Peter had managed to unbutton Lauren's blouse and pop the front catch on the lacy little bra she was wearing. Lauren was moaning loudly as he ran his fingers over her nipples, and her eyes were closed as she slid her fingers inside Peter's shirt. Heather smiled as she heard Peter say, "Oh, baby, you're so beautiful, you've got such great tits!" "Really? Do you think so?", asked Lauren innocently. "I've seen you looking at that Heather MacKenzie in homeroom. Are my tits as nice as hers?", she asked, trying valiantly to suppress a giggle. Peter gave his lover a sharp look, then answered, "I don't know. I mean, I've never seen hers. I love you, not her!" Upstairs, in front of the television, Heather's eyes widened at this, even as she bit down on a knuckle to keep from laughing too loud. Lauren was almost as busty as she was, a D cup versus her own Double D, and they had commiserated a few times on the difficulties in fitting clothing properly and the stares they both got. They both agreed that the inconveniences were more than made up by the way men acted around them. After licking and sucking Lauren's nipples a few minutes more, Peter reached down and pulled the hem of Lauren's pleated skirt up slowly, raising it to her waist, and Lauren spread her legs wide to show Peter and Heather upstairs that she was wearing a lace thong that matched her tiny bra. As Peter's fingers began rubbing the front of her thong, and Lauren began to rub and unzip Peter's pants, Heather reacted strongly. Shifting around on the bed, she slid a hand down and unzipped her own jeans, then slipped her fingers inside her pants and panties to caress her rapidly moistening slit. She found her own clit at almost the same moment that Peter shoved aside Lauren's thong and began tweaking her clit. Lauren reacted fiercely, arching her back and crying out as she came, then moving to tug Peter's pants and shorts well down his thighs. Heather stared at the sight of his cock. It wasn't anywhere near the size of the organs she had seen in the porn flicks that she and Lauren had watched. Maybe Peter was... small? Lauren didn't seem to care, in fact she was moaning that it was "... so big!" "Am I doing this right?", asked Lauren as she began stroking and tugging on Peter's erection. She twisted slightly on the day bed so that Peter could continue to finger fuck her wide-spread cunt even as she jacked his cock. For his part, Peter was very happy with the care Lauren was taking with him. "Oh, baby, that's just right! Don't stop, don't stop!", he begged. Heather stared in rapt fascination as Lauren's efforts were rewarded. Peter groaned loudly and his hips began moving weakly, even as several small spurts jetted upwards from his cockhead, and landed on his open chest. He continued to thrust into Lauren's hand for almost a minute more, before finally sagging back onto the bed. Heather stared wide-eyed as Lauren wiped up Peter's come with a finger, then sucked it into her mouth with a smile. After a brief respite, Lauren said loudly, "Come on, honey, kiss me, you know, down there." Peter decided to ham things up again. Even though he really loved licking pussy, he acted standoffish. "Uh, well..." Lauren winked at him as she caught on. She extended a middle finger and slipped it into her pussy, pulling it out slick and glistening with her own freely flowing pussy juice. Bringing it up to Peter's face, she rubbed it around his lips and into his mouth. "Come on, honey, you kiss me there, and I'll kiss you there." "Well...", said Peter, eyeing the prize hungrily. Lauren sealed the compromise by reaching between them to fondle his limp prick briefly. "Okay!", he agreed. He knelt down between Lauren's legs and tugged her thong down and off, tossing it ostentatiously aside. Next, though Heather couldn't see what was happening clearly, she watched as Peter's head dropped down between the junction of Lauren's outspread legs and began moving around. Lauren's reaction was instantaneous! She began shaking and shivering, running her fingers through Peter's thick blonde hair, dragging him even closer to her pussy, and she was almost screaming as he ate her to orgasm. Heather came herself at this time, her body stiffening as the orgasm shot through her, even as her eyes were glued to the screen. She stared as Peter stopped and knelt upright. He shoved his pants down his thighs further and crawled between Lauren's outstretched legs. "Oh, baby, I want you so bad!", he exclaimed. This was enough for Lauren to focus her eyes and see what was in the offing. Normally she would have demanded a good fucking, but tonight she was performing for her young friend upstairs. "No!", she replied, "No, I told you, I'm waiting until we're married!" "Oh, baby, I'm going nuts! I'm going to explode!", whined Peter as he crawled back onto the day bed next to Lauren. His cock was stiff and pointed almost directly at the camera. Lauren smiled at him. "I'll take care of that. You just tell me if I'm doing this right. I've never done it before. Tell me what to do!", she told him. Heather grinned wildly as she watched her friend lower her face to Peter's groin. First, Lauren simply kissed the throbbing purple cockhead, but then she began to lick it, first the head and then up and down the shaft. Next Lauren opened her lips and took his cockhead into her mouth an inch or two, and Peter gained an expression as if he had died and gone directly to heaven. Lauren continued to suck his cock a minute or so, then she stopped and looked up. "Am I doing it right?", she asked. "Oh yeah! Just rub me, you know, jack me off, too, that'd be great.", he replied. Lauren smiled and moved back down, to begin sucking on the tip and jacking the shaft. Though perfectly capable of deep-throating him completely, she wanted Heather to learn, so she limited herself to a simple suck and jack technique. After a few minutes more she could taste a heavy flow of precome and knew Peter was getting close. Pulling back, she looked up and asked, "Is that better?" Peter was heartily annoyed at this idiotic question, but realized why she was asking. "Oh, baby, that's great! I'm so close!" "I can taste your stuff already. It's good!", she replied. Peter smiled and nodded, then pushed her head back down to his lap. He tried to push her face lower, but Lauren stopped him. "Don't force me, honey!", she complained, and Peter simply began rubbing her neck and back. A couple of minutes later, Heather watched as Peter's back arched and he groaned. The angle was almost perfect. She could see Lauren's throat working as the woman swallowed Peter's come. It looked as if it would go on forever. Lauren and Peter lay in each other's arms in a mild state of exhaustion. Finally, Lauren stood up and began dressing herself. "Come on, honey, my parents are going to be home soon!" Upstairs Heather broke down and began laughing. Five minutes later, dressed and having sent Peter home with a laugh and a kiss, Lauren Graham entered her bedroom to find a wildly grinning Heather. "That was so cool!", gushed the teen. "You liked that, huh?", asked the older woman. Heather nodded enthusiastically. Lauren smiled and stepped closer. Before Heather knew what was happening, Lauren grabbed her hands and pulled them to her face. She could smell pussy juice on the girl's fingers. "I guess you did at that.", she commented. Heather blushed. "Well, it was pretty exciting!" "Oh, I agree!", replied Lauren, theatrically fanning herself. Heather laughed. "I thought I was going to pee my pants when you said your parents were almost home. And that bit earlier, when you compared our boobs! Does he really look at me, you know, like that?", asked Heather nervously. Lauren smiled. "Well, of course he does! He's a guy, they all look at a woman's tits. It's something to do with the Y chromosome, I think. Christ, I could walk into the room topless and Gary would still glance at the television to see a woman in a low cut blouse. So, you learn anything?" Heather's eyes lit up. "Oh yeah! When we go out next weekend..." ------- "So, what'd you have in mind?", asked Robby, as Heather climbed up into the cab of his pickup truck. It was an old and small Toyota, with the bed half-rusted out and the engine constantly in need of major work. It consumed a disproportional amount of Robby's paycheck from stacking shelves after school at the Wal-Mart, and his insurance payments almost required making a pact with the devil, but it was all his, and he kept it up as best he could. The cab was almost immaculately clean. "I don't know. Go down to the mall and look around. Grab something to eat. Whatever.", she replied. She scooted across the bench seat and buckled the center belt around her waist. "Uh, okay. Whatever." "Yeah, whatever." At this, Heather placed her left hand on his right thigh, to gently rub and squeeze it. Robby's eyes widened at this. "Yeah, great! Fine with me!", he answered wildly. The first few hours were spent down at the mall, walking through the stores and window shopping, talking with friends they saw, and having some quick Chinese at the food court. After that, however, Heather noticed out the mall's plate glass windows that it was beginning to get dark, so she took Robby by the hand and began leading him back to the entrance they had entered through. Robby tried to hide his excitement as he held the door for her. "Where now?", he asked. Heather was acting as if she had forgiven him for getting carried away two weeks ago. Heather shrugged prettily. "The reservoir? It's pretty up there." It was also lonely, a prime make-out spot for the school kids, and at this time of night would be pitch black. Robby nodded his agreement. It was just short of a half hour later when signs for the reservoir appeared on the right, and Robby slowed down to find a parking spot. The small lake was designed as much for fishing and camping as it was for a water supply, and there were any number of parking spaces around the waterfront. Robby pulled off into a deserted campsite and drove up to the lakeshore, in among the trees, then turned off the engine of his truck. The cops didn't cruise the area all that often, and they'd almost have to drive in to find them. There was just enough moonlight so that he could see Heather's smile as she popped her seatbelt and moved back sprawling back against the seat and the passenger-side door. Robby grinned and undid his own seatbelt, then moved closer, out from under the steering wheel, and turned towards her. With in seconds they were in each other's arms, hugging and kissing as if they hadn't seen each other in years. As on her last date, Heather was wearing a tight cardigan-type sweater and low-cut jeans, and underneath, a matching bra and panty set. Tonight, however, when she wore a front clasp bra, it was so that it would be easy for Robby to open. Their previous date it had simply been happenstance that led her to wear that type of bra; tonight it was intentional. Another change was that as Robby began unbuttoning Heather's bra, her fingers were undoing his shirt as well. Robby was tall and slim, rather gangly in appearance, but with surprising strength in his wiry frame, and he shuddered as his date's fingers grazed across his smooth chest. Bending down, he took a stiff nipple into his lips and tried to inhale her entire breast. Heather gasped as she began shaking with her orgasm. "Don't stop, don't stop...", she cried weakly, as he began fondling and pinching her other tit and nipple. When Robby eased up a few moments later, Heather was looking at him through glassy eyes. She took his face in her hands and kissed him fiercely. "Oh, Robby!", she whispered. "God, Heather, you make me so crazy!", he said. His cock was so stiff it felt like it was going to rip through his jeans. Heather pushed Robby backwards, so that she could sit upright. Robby's eyes widened as he watched her finish unbuttoning her sweater and peel off it and her bra. He had never seen her, or any other girl, topless before, except in the Playboy magazines he and his buddies traded. She was gorgeous! Next Heather moved closer, and laid a hand on his crotch. Robby practically jumped out of his skin at this, and said, "But I thought..." "We're not, not like this.", she answered, undoing his belt and reaching for the snap. "I want to see it, okay?" She continued to undo his pants, and Robby squirmed around on the seat. After Heather had unzipped his jeans, Robby lifted up and pushed them and his briefs down far enough so that his stiff cock was visible in the moonlight. Heather's first thought was that Robby's cock was enormous! It looked so much bigger than the one Peter seemed to have, from watching him with Lauren the previous weekend. It looked much more like the ones on the porno films she and Lauren had watched. Now that she was faced with a real, live, cock she couldn't fathom how something that big could ever fit into her pussy. She'd never be able to put it in her mouth! Nervous, she reached out to touch it. Robby moaned as Heather's fingers made their first velvety touch. She first touched his cockhead, then went lower, to gently run her fingers along the side and bottom of his shaft. He groaned, praying that he wouldn't come. This was so much better than when he jerked off in his bedroom at night to a picture of Heather in a swimsuit he had taken. Heather stopped nervously. "Are you all right, Robby?", she asked. "What!? What's wrong?", he asked. Why did she stop? "Well, I mean, you're moaning and groaning so much. Do you still hurt, you know, from before?" Robby laughed. "Baby, I ain't moaning from pain." He took her hand and pulled it back to his crotch. He wrapped it around his cockshaft and began moving it, so that he held her hand as she jerked him off. "It feels so good when you do that. Oh, baby, don't stop." Relieved, Heather knelt on the seat and kissed him, all the while continuing to jack his cockshaft. Remembering what Lauren had done, she asked, "Am I doing this right?" "Oh, yeah, don't stop, don't stop!" Robby was writhing on the seat, thrusting his cock up into Heather's hand. "Use both hands.", he begged. Heather squirmed around on the seat and began fisting the enormous cock with both hands. She began rubbing his cockhead, which seemed very sensitive, and jacking on the shaft. It seemed as if he was leaking, since a slimy, almost oily, liquid was seeping from the tip of his dick to coat her fingers and his shaft. Moments later, Robby groaned loudly and a large blob erupted from his cock, rising in the air and landing back onto his chest. Heather was startled but knew what it meant. Robby was coming and she continued jacking him off. The movies had all shown how this would go on for quite a bit longer, and that almost a cup of come would be laying around. Heather was almost disappointed when Robby's cock softened in her hands. His come seemed like it was everywhere, but it sure wasn't as much as in the movies, and Robby softened up so quickly. They were always stiff and ready to fuck in the films. She was surprised when he said, "Oh, God! Heather, that was so good. I've never... oh, so good, baby..." He was practically incoherent with his praise and gratitude. Maybe she'd done it right after all! Heather's hands were coated with his come and precome, and she wasn't sure what to do about that. The movies always had the girl licking it up, and Lauren had said that she enjoyed sucking cock and swallowing, so Heather decided to give it a try. Raising a hand to her face, she cautiously extended her tongue and delicately licked a small glob of come off her finger. It seemed harmless, almost tasteless, so she licked a little more up. This globule was a little greasy, a touch sweet and salty, sort of like a sweet and sour sauce for chicken, but not unpleasant. She continued to lick her fingers clean. Robby grinned as he watched his girlfriend lick come off her fingers. He fingered some off his chest and held it up to her lips, and she sucked it off sensuously, a wicked grin on her face. She licked her lips and smiled. "Umm, mmm, good!", she pronounced. "Oh, baby! I, I want to do that to you, you know?" Heather looked confused at this, and he hurriedly continued. "I want to touch you!" He reached down and tried to undo his girlfriend's blue jeans. Alarmed, Heather backed away and tried to push his hands away. "Robby, I am not going to fuck you in your truck! I told you that! Stop!" Robby stopped, but he explained, "I know that. I've already got that planned out. I just want to touch you. I swear, I promise, I won't do anything else!" "Uh... what do you mean, you've got it planned?", she asked, relaxing. She moved her hands away from her pants and Robby began to unzip her jeans. "My cousin, Jack, you've never met him. I saw him at the funeral and we got to talking, and I explained the problem..." "You told him about us!", shrieked Heather. "No... yes... not like that, no! It's okay, he's really cool! Anyway, he's about thirty and lives with his girlfriend up in the hills out west of town. Anyway, he said we could borrow his place the night of the Homecoming dance. He said they'd take off and go out of town or something. It'll just be us, nobody else, alone, a cabin, a fireplace..." Robby had resumed undoing Heather's jeans and had begun pulling them down her hips. Heather stopped him. She lifted her hips, then grabbed the waistband and pulled them and her skimpy panties down her legs and off. First topless, now naked, she lay back on the seat of the small truck and allowed Robby to look at her. The boy was awestruck. This was so much better than anything he could have ever dreamed. "You are so beautiful!", he whispered to her. "Remember, touching only!", she reminded, as he moved closer. Then her mind blanked out, as Robby kissed her and cupped her full tits with his hands. Almost immediately, one hand began snaking its way down her body, toying briefly with her navel, but promptly moving on. At the first touch of her thin and trim pussy hair, Heather gasped and sagged back on the seat, spreading her legs as wide as they could go in the cramped confines of the cab. Unlike Robby, Heather was able to come more than once, and she really went to town. Robby never asked if he was doing it right. Heather was practically screaming as she came, over and over, holding his head to her breasts and holding his hand at her cunt. Robby only stopped when his fingers began to tire. He slowly disengaged and Heather came down off her orgasmic high. She looked at him with love and lust in her eyes. "I think I like your plan after all.", she announced. She looked at him in the pale light and saw that Robby was stiff and erect again. She pushed him back, then twisted around on the seat. "Let me show you how much I like it!" Heather surprised Robby. First she reached out to touch and fondle him, but then she lowered her head to his lap and began kissing his cockhead. Robby gasped and placed his hands on her head, trying to push it lower, but Heather resisted. "Don't push, Robby." Robby pulled his hands away as if they had been burned, and Heather resumed her blowjob. It was the first blowjob the teen had ever given, and her technique was rudimentary. She tried to do what Lauren had done on camera, sucking Peter's cockhead while jacking him off. She had jerked off Robby earlier that night satisfactorily, so she simply opened her mouth wide and let the huge purple head enter her lips. Robby groaned above her, so everything seemed to be going well. Next she tried a little suction, then let her tongue swirl around the knob in her mouth, then finally began a small bobbing action. She continued to jack his shaft. Robby was overwhelmed by the sensations flowing from his dick. Without thinking, he placed his hands on Heather's head and began pushing her lower, forcing his cock into her mouth. Then he felt something marginally unpleasant. Heather had stopped rubbing his cock and had reached between his legs to grab his balls. Realizing what had happened, he pulled his hands away, saying, "Sorry!" Relieved, Heather released Robby's nuts and resumed sucking his cock. A steady flow of precome was flowing into her lips, and it tasted pretty good. Lauren had told her that precome was a sign that she was doing things right and that a guy was about to pop his cork. Another sign was when it felt like he was getting even stiffer and thicker, and Heather started wondering if this was already happening. The flow of precome was getting heavier and Robby felt like he was bucking up at her. Suddenly, a gigantic burst of come filled her mouth. Heather managed to keep from gagging in surprise and swallowed the blast down, pulling back slightly as she did. The second spasm took her by surprise and ended up dribbling out of her mouth and into her fingers. The remainder of his come she was able to swallow, then she licked up the remainder. "I love you so much!", said Robby. He lifted her face to his and kissed her lips, not caring that they were coated with his come. ------- Chapter 15: Homecoming "Well, it sounds like you had a fun time.", commented Lauren. She was more than a bit nervous about her tutoring Heather in the adult arts, but the damage had already been done. As far as she could tell, Heather planned on going all the way with her boyfriend regardless of what anyone else might think. Abstinence was not a viable option for the girl. "I haven't told you the best part yet.", replied an excited Heather. She glanced back towards the living room, where Holly was watching television. Her brother was up in his bedroom. In a lower voice, she continued, "We've got it all planned, you know, when we do it." Lauren raised an eyebrow at this. It sounded mildly clinical, but she had been the one to tell the girl to make it a special night. "Oh?" Heather nodded enthusiastically. "Yep! His cousin has a place out in the hills, Brynston I think, a chalet or something, and is letting Robby borrow it for the evening of the Homecoming Ball. After the dance we're going up there for the night." "All night? How're the two of you going to pull that one off!?" Heather waved this off. "What's the problem? Robby's parents are going away for two weeks to England, on a vacation, and Dad will think I'm over here. Are you going to say anything?", she asked. "Don't get me involved in this!", laughed Lauren. "The only thing I'm worried about is, well, you know, my... you know... down there..." Lauren looked at Heather curiously. "Your what?" Heather just rolled her eyes plaintively, and it took a few seconds for Lauren to understand. "What, your cherry?! Shit! Is that still a problem?" Heather nodded. "You said you'd help, remember? I've tried to push that vibrator you gave me in, but it hurts too much. I don't want it to hurt the night that Robby and I..." the teenager was almost in tears at the thought. "Okay, okay. Let me think about this. You start dinner and I'll figure something out." Lauren patted the girl's hand and stood, then walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her room. Now what was she to do? Lauren had figured that Heather would have popped her hymen by now with the vibrator, but it seemed as if her cherry was made from high strength steel! Lauren had lost hers the old fashioned way, in the back seat of her boyfriend's father's Buick. It had stung like hell and made a mess that got him in a shitload of trouble and it was over. Their next date had been vastly more enjoyable. With Lauren's talk of a romantic evening, Heather was expecting fireworks, not pain. The only thing that Lauren could figure out was to manage the old fashioned way herself. Heather would never get up the courage to shove the dildo in hard and burst the barrier on her own. More likely, the girl would only push it in a little ways before chickening out, tearing it but not rupturing it, causing more than enough blood and pain to truly terrify her. Lauren would have to shove the vibrator in herself. A single rapid thrust and it would be over. Lauren waited until after Jimmy and Holly had gone to bed before saying anything to Heather. She wanted to keep the mechanics a secret until as late as possible, to keep her relaxed. At nine, she said, "Listen, why don't you go downstairs and take a nice hot shower. I'll bring down a movie and take a look at the problem, see what we can do about it. Okay?" Heather shrugged. "I guess. How are you going to..." Lauren stopped the teen with a smile, holding her hands up in front of her. "I don't know. That's what I want to figure out." She shooed Heather downstairs, then went upstairs. In her bedroom, she pulled a videotape out of the collection that she and Gary had gathered. This was one which Heather hadn't seen yet, with a busty redheaded coed boffing boyfriends, girlfriends, and professors, sometimes in multiple configurations. It was fairly hot action, and should get Heather properly excited. She slipped a vibrator into her pocket and took the tape downstairs. Heading down the basement stairs, Lauren paused to latch the door. She could hear Heather still in the shower, and Lauren looked around. The room was in a pleasantly disarrayed state, in that it was clean but not completely tidy. The daybed was made but had not been folded up into the sitting condition; several teddy bears were strewed around, and some clean clothes hadn't made it into Heather's dresser. Lauren smiled as she realized it was probably neater than her own bedroom had been at that age, and she also knew she was getting a glimpse into the bedroom of Holly in ten years. She straightened things up slightly, converting the daybed into a couch and positioning it in front of the television set. She placed the tape into Heather's VCR just as the shower stopped. Heather stuck her head out of the bathroom door and looked into her room. The construction was almost finished; the bathroom was built and functional, the walls had been built, the doors had been hung. Only the final painting needed to be done, then the molding could be cut and installed. Two more days, tops, they had been promised. "Ooh, didn't see you there.", said Heather. "Hi, just getting set. Hey, don't get dressed. Just pull your robe on and come on out.", replied Lauren. Moments later Heather came out in a short terry cloth bathrobe belted around her waist, barefoot, and settled onto the daybed and picked up the box the tape came in. "So this is what college is going to be like?", she asked with a laugh. "This is what guys hope college is going to be like.", answered Lauren. She turned the VCR on and adjusted the volume on the TV set. Next, as the credits and title sequence rolled across the screen to the accompaniments of load moaning, Lauren turned off most of the lights in the room. Moving back to the couch, she surprised Heather by sitting on the floor at the girl's feet, rather than besides her on the daybed. "Just watch.", she said. The first scene involved the starlet of the movie doing her boyfriend in her dorm room, while the second involved her doing her roommate. At the start of the third scene, where the redhead seduced her English professor for a better grade, Lauren decided that Heather was ready. The girl was watching the film raptly, and her breathing was rapid and her nipples looked stiff under the robe. Lauren knelt on the floor next to Heather, and her movement caused Heather to turn to her. "Open your legs. I want to see.", she told Heather in a low voice. Acting as if hypnotized, the girl slowly spread her legs open. The shorty robe opened as well, catching at the waist, then spreading apart as the belt slipped. "Go on, touch your nipples, get yourself excited.", ordered Lauren. "I need to make sure you're very, very wet." Heather closed her eyes briefly, then turned them back to the film as she brought her hands up and pulled her robe completely open. She cupped her big tits and began flicking her fingers across her very aroused nipples. Lauren glanced at the screen, then looked between Heather's legs. The girl's pussy gaped open slightly. Unlike Lauren, Heather didn't shave her cunt bare, she simply kept it bikini trim. Lauren took a peek inside but really didn't know what to look for. She'd almost never been this close to a cunt and had never seen a hymen except in old biology books. Heather certainly smelled horny enough. She had that same aroma of excited pussy that Peter aroused in her, thought Lauren. At the start of the next scene, Lauren pulled her vibrator out of her pocket. This scene involved the professor bringing the coed home, for his wife to play with, and as the professor began undressing the two women, Lauren turned the vibrator on. She laid the tip of the dildo against Heather's clit and the teenager gasped. Back arching, Heather orgasmed as she watched the movie through slitted eyes. This was Lauren's largest vibrator, eight inches long with a forty-five degree bend at the tip, a special 'G-Spot' model that provided extra stimulation. Now, with the tip touching Heather's clit and the shaft laying along the groove of her pussy, Lauren took the girl through a second orgasm. Finally, as the professor spread his wife's legs wide and stuffed his cock into her, Lauren moved the tip of the vibrator down. She set it between Heather's pussy lips, then before the girl could notice, she shoved it, hard and fast, into Heather's cunt. Lauren's hope, that Heather would be so excited that she wouldn't notice the vibrator slipping in, was overly optimistic. The teen immediately cried out in pain as her maidenhead ripped away, and she stared down between to see bright red blood welling up. Lauren calmed her though, keeping her seated, and the vibrator humming away inside her, and Heather was amazed to find the pain easing and turning into pleasure. Her tears dried up even as the blood between her legs stopped flowing and began congealing, and she spasmed one more time, her first vaginal orgasm overwhelming her. Finished, Lauren pulled the vibrator out and turned it off. Standing, she reached down and grabbed Heather's hands. "Come on, all done. It's all over. You go take another hot shower, or maybe a nice hot bath. I'll clean up here." She tossed the bedspread over the blood stain on the edge of the covers before Heather could be freaked out by it, and directed the girl into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, the bedclothes changed and the bloodstained sheets dropped into the washing machine, Lauren knocked on the door to Heather's bathroom, then stuck her head in. "Can I come in?" Heather was laying back in the bathtub, steamy water mostly covering her, and gave a tired smile. "Sure." Lauren slipped inside and sat down on the edge of the tub. "How you feeling?" "Okay. A little tired.", admitted the girl. Lauren nodded in understanding. "Well, if you want to sleep late, I'll write you a note for homeroom. Everything alright down south?", she asked. It took Heather a second to understand, then she grinned and looked between her legs. "Fine, just sore is all. Hey, I've got a question. When Robby, you know, pops me? What do I say? There won't be any pop!" Lauren snorted at this. "You had better learn how to lie to men. Just tell him that you lost it riding your bike. Hell, he'll be so excited that'll be the last thing he cares about!" ------- "Are you sure you're ready for this?", asked Lauren. "You know, if you don't want to, you don't have to." "Now who's the one who's nervous!?", asked Heather with a laugh. "I promise you, I want to do this!" Lauren was downstairs in Heather's basement bedroom helping the girl get ready for the Homecoming ball. This wasn't going to be a very difficult process, because there wasn't all that much for Heather to do to get ready. She had shunned any special hairdo, deciding to keep her long hair brushed out and wavy. She had been growing it out all summer long, ever since Robby had told her how much he loved it, and now it was almost down to her ass. Heather had gone shopping with Lauren for her dress, and the two had rampaged through the local mega-mall before finding all that they would need. At first she had considered something low cut, a dress that would highlight her spectacular bosom, and had alternated between several strapless dresses, a halter-top design, and a gown with spaghetti straps. All the dresses she was considering were ankle length. Then she had found a different design, one that intrigued the girl and caused Lauren's eyebrows to raise. It had covered everything and nothing. Made from a very sheer and skintight, though completely opaque, satin, it had completely covered her front, up to the neck around which a single band buttoned behind. From behind, however, it was almost completely backless, from neck down below her waist to just above her buttocks. Her shoulders and arms were completely bare, as were most of her sides. Heather and Lauren had continued to shop after first seeing the dress, and Heather had even tried it on briefly before hanging it up wistfully. However, despite the other dresses she saw and tried on, she kept coming back to that one black dress, trying it on twice more before summoning up the courage to purchase it. Lauren had tried to talk her out of it, but her heart had only partially been in it. The simple fact was that the dress looked gorgeous on the teen, even if it did make her heart stop seeing her in it. It was not a dress for a woman with the slightest flaw in her figure, because even the tiniest mole would be outlined by the sheer fabric. "Jesus, Heather! This is crazy!", Lauren had argued. She ran a finger along the side of the dress and under the fabric. "He'll be able to see right through it!" Heather had laughed at this. "No he won't." "He might as well!" As the girl had stood and turned in front of the boutique's mirror, Lauren noticed that her nipples were clearly outlined through the sheer black satin. If she got excited, not only would Robby know, so would everybody in the school! "Everyone will see your panty lines.", she whispered, as the clerk hovered behind them. "Then I just won't wear any!", replied Heather, a serious look on her face. "What!?!?" "I mean it. This is the one. I want this one. As for other stuff, well, after the dance, what all will I be wearing anyway, hmmm? So, I won't wear panties and I won't wear pantyhose. I'll put on some thigh top stockings, like the girls in your videotapes, and some high heels. Nobody will be able to see anything." "Are you kidding me? In this dress, everybody will be able to see everything!" Lauren would never have worn this dress in public, no matter how good it made her look. It was only slightly more substantial than a few of her nightgowns. She shook her head in grudging acceptance, and Heather smiled and slipped into the changing room to change back into her street clothes. Afterwards, the pair had continued shopping, and Lauren had taken the girl into the Victoria's Secret outlet to buy dark and sheer black thigh top stockings, picking up several pair for herself. Then they bought Heather a pair of black stiletto-heeled and ankle-strapped pumps. Finally, Lauren went back into the Victoria's Secret and bought a nice nightgown for herself. Robby would be enjoying himself, so why shouldn't Peter enjoy himself as well, Lauren thought to herself. Now, Heather sat on the edge of her daybed, practically naked, wearing nothing but her black stockings. She crossed her legs and slipped on one of the pumps, and Lauren watched as she closed the strap around her ankle. She switched feet and finished with the second shoe. "Are you sure you want to do this?", asked Lauren a last and final time. "I'm more sure than I've ever been about anything in my life.", answered Heather calmly. "Then I won't say anything more, other than to be careful and have fun. If anything goes wrong, simply call me and I'll come and rescue you, understand?" Heather smiled and nodded, and Lauren took a deep breath. "Okay, stand up. I'll help you put it on. I'm sure Robby will be able to take it off." She pulled the gown off its hangar and held it up, allowing the teen to step into it carefully. Then, as Heather held it up, Lauren circled around to move her thick mane out of the way and button the halter around her neck. She brushed the girl's hair out and allowed the fabric to finish draping over her lush form, then stood back and walked around her. "My God, but you are so beautiful!", she said, her eyes brimming with tears. Heather began to tear up as well, at which Lauren laughed and held her hands up. "Don't you start crying! You'll ruin your makeup!", bringing a laugh to her young friend. After her shower, Heather had slipped into an old and comfortable bathrobe and allowed Lauren to do her makeup. Though not a professional, the older woman had considerably more experience with makeup than Heather, and had gone with a light and subtle approach, to complement the girl's naturally fair complexion and the overall simplicity of the gown itself. A dark red lipstick, a hint of eyeliner, and just enough mascara to accentuate her eyelids without being heavy or dramatic. Heather thought about her preparations for this moment. First and foremost, to her way of thinking, her period had come and gone in the three weeks since she and Robby had first become 'sexually active' with each other. She was now well past the date at which the birth control pills began actively preventing conception. She and her boyfriend had managed to get enough practice in by now that they had begun to know what the other liked and enjoyed carnally. In particular, Heather had become surprisingly proficient at sucking Robby's cock; it was an act that she enjoyed as much as he did, and when he finger fucked her while she sucked him, her orgasms were particularly powerful. She had even managed to get Robby to lick her pussy, not once, but twice, using the same technique Lauren had shown her in the training session; she had slipped a finger into her sopping wet pussy and run it across Robby's lips. Now, as Lauren led her before the full length mirror on the back of her new closet, Heather gasped at the image she saw. It wasn't a schoolgirl standing in the mirror, but a beautiful young woman. Lauren laughed and brought out a small vial of her favorite perfume, Chanel No. 5. She dabbed the top lightly behind each of the girl's ears. Then, with an evil grin, she dabbed several more spots along the girl's side, where the fabric came and touched her skin before moving around to her back. "Well, you're as ready as I can make you.", she commented wryly. "Come on, let's go upstairs. I want to get some pictures of you, on your own and with Robby later on." She led Heather up the stairs and into the living room. "Oooh! That's pretty!", exclaimed Holly as Heather entered the living room. She stopped watching television and stood up, coming over next to her mother as Lauren looked for her camera. She may not have been interested in boys yet, but little Holly was definitely a clothes horse and shop-aholic. Lauren had managed to get about three or four shots of Heather posing before the fireplace when the doorbell rang. "Now that's what I call good timing.", she commented, then went over and opened the door. "Oh, it's you.", she said, as Peter came inside. "And it's lovely to see you again, as well.", he replied. "Now, don't be mean. We just thought you were Robby coming to pick up his date." She pointed across the room to where Heather was standing. The girl nervously waved. "Wow!", commented Peter, staring at the teen. He looked dumbstruck. Lauren gave him a gentle elbow to the ribs. "Well, say something?" "I thought I did. Wow!", he answered. "You're no help.", Lauren said with a laugh. Just then, the doorbell rang a second time. "Go answer the door.", she ordered. Peter turned and opened the door. This time it was Robby, and he let the nervous young man in. The boy was so awestruck that he could barely speak. He simply fumbled out a greeting and held out a box containing a corsage. "I sure hope that's a wrist corsage.", commented Lauren. That seemed to break the spell Robby was under. His head whirled to his hostess and he nodded vigorously. "It is, yeah, Heather told me it had to be a wrist corsage." "Well, aren't you even going to tell her how pretty she looks?", teased Lauren. Robby turned back and looked at Heather nervously. "Oh, geez, like, yeah. Oh my God, Heather, you are so beautiful! I mean, I never, I mean... you're beautiful." This incoherent reply seemed to satisfy everybody, and he stumbled forward and pried open the lid to the corsage box. At this he stopped, staring at it curiously; it was obvious he had no idea how to attach it to Heather's wrist. Lauren snorted and stepped forward to fix matters. Next she positioned the young couple for the rest of the roll of film. "You know, it's such a shame you have to go, dressed like that, in a pickup truck.", commented Peter. Robby was dressed in either a very formal suit or a very informal tuxedo, all in black with a black vest, black shirt, and black tie to match. It was probably the latter Peter thought, since the boy had once commented to him about how much money he had to pour into his truck, and he wouldn't have bought this outfit, just rented it. "Oh, no, tonight I got my Dad's car!", responded Robby. "They went away to England for a couple of weeks, so they said I could use the car tonight." Peter nodded in understanding, then whispered in Lauren's ear, "What a pair of morons! These two with an empty house for two weeks? Sounds like party central to me." "Behave!", replied Lauren with a smile. She loaned Heather a black silk shawl to cover her shoulders on the ride over, then waved the pair down the walk. Turning back to Peter, she said lowly. "He's not the only one with the house to himself." "Hmm?", asked Peter curiously. "Heather won't be back till very late. Very, very late. After the kids go to sleep, maybe we can do a little dance of our own. The horizontal tango?" Peter smiled and nodded his agreement to the plan. ------- "Don't take this the wrong way, Robby, but this is a much nicer ride than your truck.", commented Heather. Robby's father's Buick was a very smooth ride, with leather upholstery, heated seats, and a very plush interior. She smiled over at him to take the sting from her words. Robby looked over at Heather and smiled, then shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, but a guy's got to have a truck. That's a man's vehicle!" "Robby, you're so full of shit.", she replied sweetly, at which they both laughed. The dance was in the school gymnasium, but it was the most formal dance held at the school during the course of the year. Only the prom was more formal, and that was held at a local country club. The high school was a fairly large suburban school, with almost fifteen hundred students in the last three grades, and what with dates, there were almost a thousand people in attendance. A police car was stationed at the front entrance to keep an eye on things and pat the guys down for liquor. The two male officers eyed the girls closely but didn't pat them down; a lawsuit the previous year had scared them away from too tight a surveillance. As Robby and Heather passed through the gauntlet, Heather heard one cop say under his breath to the other, "No way is she hiding anything with that outfit!" She blushed and smiled. Heather's dress was not the most extreme of the evening. A number of girls had gone the little black dress route, with very tight and small minidresses. Several others had gone with low cut and high slit styles. Heather, by contrast, despite the backless nature of her gown, actually was showing less skin than most of the girls present. It made no difference. The sheer sophistication of her dress, combined with the sexy slinkiness of the fabric, made her a magnet for every boy present, and earned her glares of outrage from most of the senior girls. How dare a mere junior show them up! For his part, Robby reveled in the knowledge that his date was the most beautiful woman at the dance. He held her close, kissing her often and holding her tightly while dancing. A number of his classmates tried to cut in, and he turned them all away. Heather clung to him happily. She had never felt so close to Robby as at that dance. They danced together for the first hour, then after the break several of Robby's friends tried to cut in, but he blew them off. Upon returning from the lavatory, though, Robby was surprised to find Heather dancing again, but this time with about another dozen girls, classmates of hers, in some sort of a line dance. It was a rather complicated affair more like a cheerleading routine, where they all had to move and twirl at the same time, and they were having an immense amount of fun doing so. Robby joined the other guys watching them, and laughed at the girls, who taunted them to join them. The girls kept dancing right up until the next break, after which Heather laughed and came back to Robby's arms. The only difficult part of the night came after a couple hours had passed. Both Robby and Heather had need of a bathroom, so they split up and headed to the lavatories in the hall outside of the gym. Surprisingly, Heather was the first to return, and waited for Robby in the hallway. "Heather, you are looking good tonight!", exclaimed Jake Werstmuller. "Foxy, momma, foxy!", agreed his buddy, Washington Carter. "Yeah, where's your loser date? What's he doing leaving a good looking lady like you alone?", agreed Jake. Both Carter and Werstmuller were jocks, big guys on the football team and used to scoring with the cheerleaders. They were also both drunk, having gotten their girlfriends to carry their bottles in under their dresses. The pair sandwiched Heather between them. Heather squeezed out from between the two, just as Robby came out of the john and eyed them closely. He was not smiling, and though drunk, the pair didn't feel like pushing things any further. Robby was tall enough and big enough, even if a bit on the slim side, and seemed possessed of enough self-confidence to stare them down. "Problems, guys?", he asked coldly. "No problem, man, no problem at all.", answered Jake breezily. He grabbed his friend and headed back into the gym. Both Heather and Robby heard him say to Washington, "Jesus, what the hell is a babe like that doing with a geek like him?" His buddy replied, "He must be hung like a horse!" Angry, Robby moved after them, but Heather grabbed his arm and stopped them. "Leave them alone, Robby. They didn't do anything to me, or to you. It's not worth it." "Sorry, babe, they just got me pissed off." Robby smiled down at Heather. Even in her heels she was almost half a foot shorter than him. "They're right though. You are so damn beautiful! What the hell are you doing with a geek like me?" Heather smiled softly at him and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm with you because I love you." She stood on her toes and kissed him, then put her head against his chest. "Oh, baby!", he whispered, his throat seizing up. "And because you're hung like a horse.", she laughed brightly. Robby snorted and coughed at this comment, his eyes bugging out at the outrageousness of it. "Robby, we don't have to stay to the end of the dance if you don't want to.", she said softly. "Uh, really? I mean, if you want to go somewhere else... Jackie Tolliver is having a party at his mother's tonight...", said Robby nervously. Heather took his hand and held it to her lips, kissing it and then licking his palm surreptitiously. "That wasn't what I had in mind either." She licked her lips sensually. "Why don't we collect our stuff and head out?" A bundle of nerves now that the moment of truth was approaching, Robby took Heather by the hand and led her to the coat check room and retrieved Heather's shawl, then led her outside to the car. His cousin's cabin was about a half hour away, outside of Brynston, and neither teen said much during the drive. Robby's cousin was a fairly successful real estate broker, and what he called his cabin was actually a fairly fancy cedar clad A-frame chalet on the side of a hill looking down into a gorge. A few lights were on but otherwise it seemed empty. Robby led the way to the door, then searched around under the doormat before finding a small envelope. Opening it, he pulled out a note and a key. He read the note and immediately stuffed it into his jacket pocket, then fumbled with the key to unlock the door. "What did the note say?", asked Heather. "Nothing." "Come on, what did it say?", she pressed. She reached into his coat and grabbed the note before Robby could stop her. It only had a few lines, but it made her blush too. 'There's a fire set in the fireplace and a few candles around as well. Don't burn my house down. No booze, no drugs. There's a big box of rubbers in the bathroom. Have fun!' Robby took the note back and crumpled it up, then tossed it in the bushes. He opened the door and led her inside. The house was warm but empty, and only enough lights were on to keep them from tripping. Heather followed him into the living room, a large room with a glass wall looking over the ravine and a great stone fireplace against one wall. As advertised, a large fire was built in the fireplace but not ignited. A very large sheepskin was spread out on the carpet before the fireplace. Heather tossed her shawl and purse onto a chair and smiled. "Why not start the fire up? It'd be a shame to waste the effort.", she said. This was something Robby could understand. He might not have understood anything else, but he could light a match. "Yeah, okay." He tossed his jacket aside and found some long matches on the mantle and opened the grate, then knelt and lit the kindling. He knelt there for a couple of minutes as the dry tinder lit the split oak, then replaced the grate and stood. Heather pointed to a few of the candles Robby's cousin had mentioned, and he lit several of them as well. The room filled with a warm and romantic glow. Finally, unable to delay things any longer, Robby turned towards Heather and looked at her nervously. He tried to say something, anything, but suddenly his mouth was as dry as cotton. Smiling, Heather stepped up to him. "It's all right. I know you're scared, so am I, but I've never wanted anything as much as I want this." Heather stepped away from him, and Robby stared mutely as she lifted her arms. The teen reached behind her neck and undid the buttons on the halter holding the dress up, then peeled it off in one smooth motion and stepped out of it. She stood before him in all her glory, her breasts high and firm, her nipples taut with anticipation, her pussy lips puffy with desire. "Jesus, but you are so beautiful.", he cried out quietly. Heather giggled and pirouetted around him. "Like the outfit?" "Jesus, yes!", he answered fervently. Heather looked like the girls in Playboy or Penthouse, dressed in nothing but stockings and high heels, only better. A LOT better! She stepped over to him and softly whispered, "Now, I want to see you in yours." Robby immediately started taking off his vest, popping a button off in the process, but Heather stopped him. "Let me." Heather had undressed Robby several times in the last few weeks, but never before as slowly or sensually as she did now. She started by finishing with the vest, then removing his tie and unbuttoning the shirt. With every button opened, she brought her lips in and softly kissed his exposed flesh. It was a maddeningly slow process that drove her boyfriend crazy with the anticipation. Next, as he stood before the fire bare-chested, Heather knelt at his feet. His shoes and socks were next, to be followed by his pants. Heather completely avoided his bulging briefs, but did kiss his legs as she pulled his pants off. Last of all she pulled his shorts down, narrowly avoiding being slapped in the face as his stiff cock surged forth. Kneeling before him, she looked up and smiled, then opened her mouth and began sucking his cockhead. Almost immediately she tasted his precome flowing over her tongue. Overwhelmed, the boy began instinctively thrusting his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth, and Heather felt her pussy moistening furiously as she knew he would be exploding his come down her throat shortly. It seemed a marvelous way to start the night. Suddenly Robby gasped and stepped back, yanking his cock out of her intensely sucking lips just as he was on the verge of coming. "No, no!" "Robby, what's the matter?", she asked, a note of worry to her voice. "Oh, God, nothing. I... it's just... I don't want to do that tonight.", he answered, his voice rasping out and his chest heaving. "But Robby, I want to make you feel good. I like it that you like it." Robby sank to his knees in front of her, his cock pointing straight at her midsection even as he cupped her face in his hands. "I know, and I love you even more because of it, but tonight I want it to be perfect. For you! Not me, you! Nothing matters tonight but you!" "Robby!?" "Shhh. Lie back.", he whispered. Robby gently helped the girl onto her back, then lay down between her legs, his face inched away from her pussy. She was practically steaming, her cunt was so hot and wet. "Whatever you want." "But I want you, Robby!", she whined. It was to no avail. Peter buried his face in her pussy and opened his mouth wide. His tongue began licking the length of her slit, focusing most intently on the little bud at the very top, and Heather's clit was almost vibrating as he licked and sucked it. Within minutes of his oral assault, Heather was moaning and writhing on the floor, her hips humping up as she tried vainly to press his lips against her even harder. The orgasm wracked her body fiercely, then as it slowly subsided and she tried to pull Robby up, to crawl atop her for their first fuck, he redoubled his efforts. Hands entwined in his hair, she cried out as she exploded into orgasm a second time. Finally, exhausted, she straightened her legs and grabbed her lover by the ears, bodily pulling his face up so that she could smile down into his grinning face. "Oh, please, Robby! Make love to me now!", Heather begged. It was the culmination of what he had been dreaming about for months. Unable to speak, the boy simply nodded, and the idiot grin left his face. He carefully crawled over her as she spread her legs wide, and lowered his crotch carefully towards hers. At first, it didn't seem as if his immense erection would be able to work it's way inside, but then Heather slipped her hands between them. Using one hand to spread her pussy lips wide, she used the other to position his cockhead at the entrance. "Oh, Robby, yes!" Robby slowly pushed his cock into the girl, making her a woman, his back arching even as hers did. Never had he believed that anything could feel like that. It seemed as if he thrust into her forever before he bottomed out, and as he opened his eyes and looked down at her, he saw her smiling softly up at him. "Are you all right?", he asked, terrified of the answer. "Oh, yes, Robby, yes." "I mean, you're not hurt..." In response, the teen wrapped her legs around his waist, much as she had seen a girl do in one of Lauren's porn flicks, then threw her arms around his neck. "Oh, Robby, this feels so good, so right. I'm so happy, oh Robby, don't stop, ever!" Robby's hips had only slowed their movement in his worry, never completely stopping their thrusting slowly in and out. Now he sped up again, but only slightly. Their first lovemaking was an intensely slow and deep movement, but very satisfying to both teens. Heather moaned as her body responded to the new sensations she was feeling, and Robby grunted deeply with the effort required to not come every single instant. When he could no longer hold back, in the midst of an especially peak moment for Heather, he groaned and collapsed onto her, his hips churning as his balls pumped their load into her cunt. "Sweet Jesus!", he whispered, his face buried in the side of her neck. He moved to roll away, but Heather held him in place atop her. "No, stay there, stay in me. I don't want this to end, ever.", she begged. Robby complied by raising himself up onto his elbows, then leaning back down to kiss her slowly and gently on the lips. "I love you so much, Robby!" Emboldened, Robby stayed on top of Heather, his semi-soft prick still inside her cunt, now squishy with his come, and began kissing her face, then her neck. With a certain degree of difficulty, he brought his face down and began kissing and licking her nipples, which immediately elicited a groan of pleasure from the girl. Heather began squirming beneath him, and Robby's cock stiffened slowly, to the point where he could begin actively fucking her a second time. "Oh, Robby, don't stop, don't stop... unhh, unhh... don't stop... so good, so good." Heather was practically incoherent as she thrashed on the sheepskin beneath him. Their second fuck was lengthier, and Robby didn't have as many concerns about lasting long enough for Heather to enjoy it. Their first coupling had drained him of his urgency, and he had learned some control during it as well. Afterwards, they rolled apart and cuddled, Heather curled up at Robby's side and each of them watched the golden firelight make patterns across the other's body. "It was so perfect tonight.", she whispered in his ear. "No matter how many times we ever make love again, it will never be as perfect as it is tonight." "I was so afraid of hurting you.", the young man admitted. "I'd die before I hurt you." He looked down at her pussy, his come seeping through the engorged lips. "I mean, the first time... Are you okay? Did I hurt you?!" Heather laughed and kissed his cheek. "Oh, Robby, that was never the problem! I popped my cherry last summer, riding my bike! Well, I mean, you were the first, but I'd already lost my, my... hymen." She blushed as she used the clinical phrase. He didn't need to know that she hadn't popped on her bike; only she and Lauren would ever know that truth. "It's just that I wanted it to be special, my first time. Every girl does. I know guys are different, but..." "Sshhh. Who says guys are different? Why wouldn't I want it to be special? Why wouldn't I want the woman I love, the most beautiful girl in the world, to have a special night?" Heather giggled, and reached down to stroke Robby's limp and sticky dick. He began to respond to her feathery touch. "If I'd known just how much fun this was, I wouldn't have made you wait so long!" "Oh yeah? Like how long would you have made me wait?" Robby was very stiff now. Heather repeated a move she had seen on a videotape, and sat up, swinging a leg over his midsection and straddling him. Her dark hair cascaded down over her body as she rose up and slipped his cockhead into the entrance to her pussy, then sat back down on him, engulfing him completely. "Oh, God! Five minutes? Ten? Oh, God! Fuck me, Robby, fuck me!" She began rocking on his buried cock, even as he smiled and reached up to fondle and caress her nipples. "Fuck me!" This was their longest and most intense screw yet. Robby had already come twice, and Heather had to work for the third, but work she did. She tried to remember every movement she had ever seen in the porn flicks that she had watched with Lauren, her 'training movies' as she thought of them. She rubbed both her clit and Robby's cock as it drilled into her, moaning and begging him to fuck her, to tell her what he wanted, to come in her pussy again. Sweat poured off the both of them, and Heather endured an almost endless state of orgasm until her lover arched his back and spewed upwards into her cunt. Exhausted, Robby collapsed back onto the sheepskin, with Heather sagging down and laying atop him. "I love you, Robby, but I need to find a bathroom.", she whispered. She crawled off her boyfriend and went in search of a bathroom. She padded down the hall, past the kitchen, with what felt like a river of come running down her naked thighs, until she found a small bathroom. Turning on the light, she discovered it was a half-bath, with only a sink and a toilet, though a large box of Trojans sat on the edge of the sink. She blushed and sat down to relieve herself. Finishing, she used a washcloth to clean herself up, then turned off the light and crept back down the hall. Robby was laying where she had left him, on his back on the sheepskin rug, snoring quietly. Heather snorted and sat down beside him, then stripped off her heels and stockings. She cuddled against him in the hopes he might wake up and make love again, but instead found herself dozing off as well. Several hours later Robby woke with a start, the dead weight of Heather on his chest rousing him as effectively as an alarm clock. He glanced around wildly, unsure of where he was, then it all came back, and he looked down at his girlfriend. Heather opened her eyes and rubbed the sleep from them, and smiled up at him. "Good morning.", she said, then held out her open arms. With a grin, Robby lay back down and enveloped her in his own. He had revived during his sleep, and his cock was pleasantly stiff and he rolled onto her and slipped inside easily. "Oh, Robby! Oh, fuck me, Robby, fuck me! Don't stop, don't stop!" Heather had revived as well, and Robby's cock in her willing pussy and his hands under her ass, pulling him even deeper, were driving her crazy. "Fuck me!", she wailed as he drove her over the edge and into a soaring come. He blasted into her shortly thereafter. "Oh, Jesus, that was good!", she gasped out, her voice cracking as she panted for breath. "Yeah!", he agreed. He lifted himself up and knelt. Holding out his hands, he said, "Come on, we have to go. It's almost sunrise." Heather looked around wildly until she saw a clock on the mantle. The fire was down to red embers, but one of the candles was still lit, down to a nub but still giving off a low golden glow. It was after 5:30. "Shit! I need to clean up! We can't drive around like this!" Both teens were covered in a mixture of dried come and sweat, and were desperately in need of a bath. "Will you calm down?", Robby said. "There's a bathroom upstairs; we'll take a shower and get dressed and go home. It's not like we have a curfew tonight. I mean, my folks are gone and you aren't living at home anyway, right?" "Yeah, but..." "No buts.", he said with a smile. Standing, he flipped on a light switch and blew out the candle. "Come on." Heather scrambled to her feet and smiled. "Okay. You're right. So what's the hurry then?" "I want to get out of here before my cousin comes back. He'll be back sometime this morning, and I don't think you want to be rocking and rolling when he wanders in." Heather's eyes opened wide at the thought. "Jeez, no!" She followed Robby up the stairs and down the short hall. Surprisingly, he led her past the bathroom off the hall and into what was obviously the master suite. Entering the master bath, Heather stared around her at the palatial accommodations. There was both a whirlpool tub, a giant shower, a dual vanity, even two toilets, which on second glance proved that one was a bidet. The entire room was done in brass and tile. Robby pushed her towards the shower. "Ladies first." Heather stepped inside and closed the glass door behind her, then turned on the hot water. Robby sat down on the toilet and took care of his own business. Then, as he watched Heather moving under the water, through the frosted glass of the shower door, he smiled. They didn't have to leave all that suddenly. Standing, he walked to the shower and opened the door. Heather's eyes widened as he slipped inside. "You know, if we shower together we'll save some water and help the environment." "What?", she asked incredulously. "Here, give me the soap. Turn around." Robby took the soap from her hands and began washing Heather's back in a most sensuous manner. He ran the soap down through the crack of her ass, then knelt and washed her legs and pussy from behind. Finally, he stood and nestled up behind her. "I'll need the special brush now!" Heather knew what he meant since she could feel his cock stiff and erect rubbing against her butt. She was surprised when she tried to turn around and Robby stopped her. His hands on her waist, he kept her facing the shower wall and bent her forward, then pushed her legs apart. As she felt him move closer, and his cock moved along her asscheeks, she became scared. "No... no... not there..." Robby didn't understand or care, and he pushed into her pussy from behind, bending his knees to do so. Heather gasped and relaxed as he avoided her asshole, then gasped in amazement as he pushed in deeper. It seemed like he wouldn't stop, that his cock was going to come out her mouth and that when he came she'd be spitting come! Robby couldn't believe it either. This position allowed him to get even farther inside than before, and the friction was unbelievable! He stared down at Heather's plump and perfect asscheeks, to her dark hair swirling around her back, and began sawing his cock in and out of the girl. Heather simply moaned as she came, orgasming as her pussy gripped at the intruder. When Robby finally exploded, Heather was on her second Big O. Their mixed come washed down their legs, and they held each other tightly as they rinsed themselves clean. "Now we need to go.", agreed Heather, turning off the water. The pair found some oversized towels and dried themselves, with Robby helping his love dry her hair with a blow dryer. Then, after tossing the towels in the hamper and cleaning up, they scampered back downstairs naked. Heather simply slipped her dress back on, not bothering with her stockings or shoes, then opened the front door to look outside. A wintry early morning blast cut through the thin dress, sending her reeling back inside. "You need to start the car up and get it warm.", protested Heather. "What?", asked Robby, pulling his pants on. "It's freezing out there! Go start the car!" "You've got to be shitting me!", he protested. He slipped his bare feet into his dress shoes and began buttoning his shirt. "Go!", she ordered, pointing towards the door. Grumbling, Robby went outside and started the Buick, then came back inside and finished dressing. Heather had sat down on the couch to slip into her own high heels, and she tucked her stockings into her purse. She tossed a few pillows back onto the couches and chairs, and tried to tidy the living room up. Behind her, Robby moved into the kitchen and came back with a couple of bottles of Coke. "Coke?", he asked her. Heather thanked him and took one of the bottles. "Breakfast of Champions.", he commented wryly. It was dawn by the time they got back to town. Heather was exhausted and catnapped the entire drive home, waking only when Robby pulled into the driveway. She kissed Robby, with a promise of more to come the next time they went out, then hopped out and ran around the back of the house and to the basement door. She used her key to open it quietly and slipped inside, intent on going to bed and getting a decent sleep. To her utter amazement, Heather's bed was occupied! Lauren was asleep, laying face down and naked, the covers only covering her from the waist down. A long satin robe lay on the floor next to the bed. "What in the world!?", escaped the girl's lips before she could stop them. That was enough to wake Lauren. She scrambled upright guiltily, exposing her large breasts enough so that Heather could see the lovebites covering them, much as her own did this morning. "Shit!" Lauren reached down and grabbed her robe, shrugging into it with her back to the girl, then stood up with an immensely guilty look on her face. "Sorry about that!", she exclaimed. She tossed the bedclothes over the come stains in the center and blushed fiercely. "And what happened here?", Heather teased, in her best imitation of Lauren's voice when Jimmy and Holly had been caught getting into trouble. "What's the explanation for this?" Lauren laughed. "Coming home at this hour, you don't get a lot of right to ask me anything!" She bent down and began stripping the soiled bedclothes away. "Oh, hell, last night, after you left and after dinner and TV, Peter and I started fooling around and one thing led to another." Heather went to the linen closet and pulled out some fresh sheets. "So? What about your bedroom?", she asked, not understanding. "Well the kids are up there! I can't do that where they might hear or see!", protested Lauren. "Huh? What about back before Gary died?", asked the confused teen. "What'd you do then?" "Well that was different! We were married!" Lauren tossed the sheets into the washer and began measuring out the detergent. "It's different. Peter and I aren't married. I can't do that stuff in my bedroom." "If you say so.", said Heather. It didn't sound very logical to the girl. "Does this mean that this is the designated hot spot for romance?" Lauren snorted and laughed. "Maybe. We'll have to work out a schedule. Listen, this is for real, I don't want you two necking or whatever upstairs. Down here only, and you latch the door, got it?!" "Yeah, sure, whatever. No problem, Lauren, no problem!", the teen assured her. "Uh, does that mean that I can have a guy stay the night?!" Heather couldn't believe her ears. "No, but I'm not going to run a bed check every night, either. It's one thing to goof off some after a date; it's another to be shacked up when the kids are awake. Get me? You screw that up and I'll put a stop to the fun, okay!?", answered Lauren as she wagged a finger at the girl menacingly. Heather held her hands up in surrender. "I understand, I understand!" "So, how'd it go?", asked Lauren curiously, helping Heather make the bed. "Well, we went to the dance and that was so much fun..." Lauren held up a hand. "Not that, silly, afterwards! Did you two... ?" Heather smiled and hugged herself. "Oh, God, it was so wonderful! I didn't want the night to ever end. We went up to his cousin's house in the canyons and it was just so romantic." Heather described the house and the setting to Lauren. "I'm impressed! What does this guy do, anyway?", the older woman asked. Heather shrugged. "Real estate, I think Robby said. He sure seems successful at whatever it is. Why, planning on tossing over Peter?", she teased. "You never know! A girl's got to have options!", joked Lauren. "So... ?" "So, we lit the fire and the candles and turned out the lights and got undressed and made love there on the sheepskin rug in front of the fire. It was just so perfect and romantic." Heather's eyes were gleaming as she remembered the evening. Lauren smiled and put an arm around the girl's shoulders, hugging her. "I'm so very happy for you. And now? Are you feeling all right?" "Oh, Lauren, I feel great! I didn't want the night to end! Is it always that good?" Lauren's eyes opened at this. "Ooh, well, sometimes. It's always good if you can take the time to make it special, but sometimes it's pretty good when it's only fast and furious. It helps if the guy knows what he's doing. Uh, did Robby, uh..." "I guess.", remarked Heather, her own eyes widening. "I mean that first time he seemed to be really concentrating on holding back, but this morning, by the fourth time, he really seemed to be more relaxed." "The fourth time!", cried Lauren, her mouth gaping open. Little Heather had banged her boyfriend four times last night?! She and Peter had done it twice, a lengthy sixty-nine and then a very pleasant fuck, and both had been happily exhausted and sated afterwards. "Uh, huh. Then later on, we took a shower together. That was more like that fast and furious you were mentioning." She was puzzled by Lauren's reaction. In the movies people were always screwing four or five times at a shot, especially if there was an orgy scene going on. That almost everything in a porno video was faked and that the sole criteria for the male actors was the ability to come on cue, any time and any place, was beyond her. "Five times?", asked Lauren weakly. "You must be tired." Heather nodded. "A little sore, too..." "I guess!" "... so I think I'm going to bed. Do you need me for anything?", asked the teen, praying for a negative answer. "No, you need your sleep more than I do!", Lauren replied. Five times!? Lauren left, shaking her head in wonder. ------- Chapter 16: Brockton "It's been too long since we've done this.", commented Peter. "Hmmm?" "I said it's been too long since we've gotten away like this." Peter and Lauren were driving west into the lake district, to Brockton, taking a weekend for themselves, with the children in the care of Lauren's parents. They had only left town a few minutes ago, and Peter had just wheeled the Jeep onto the Interstate for the trip west. Lauren looked over at him. "Hey, there's the job and Jimmy and Holly, and now Heather. It's not easy getting away, you know!" It was late Friday afternoon, and she had left work a few hours early, to be home when her children got off the bus. After quickly packing for them and sending them off with her mother, she had showered and changed, then packed her own bags. Peter had arrived just short of five and loaded her and her luggage into his little Jeep, then they had set off west. "That wasn't a complaint, honey.", protested Peter, nodding in understanding. "Just an observation. I like being able to spend some time alone with you. Not that I don't like hanging out with the rest of your family, but I like spending time with just you." He reached out his hand and took Lauren's, pulling it to his lips, though his eyes never left the road. "I'm sorry. I know that and I want to spend some time alone, too. It's just been so hectic lately..." "Okay!", remarked Peter. "What did the Daring Duo do now?" Lauren laughed brightly. "Holly? Nothing! She thinks first grade is just the greatest thing since sliced bread! No, it was her big brother! He decided to take a shoe box full of garter snakes to school for show-and-tell and never told me." "Oh, no, don't tell me!?" "You got it! He opens the lid and the snakes got loose. The girls are screaming, Mrs. Detweiler was standing on her desk, everyone is running around like mad men. He's lucky he only got detention and not a suspension.", she said in an exasperated voice. Peter laughed loudly. "Detention in second grade? Man, oh man, it took me until junior high to get my first detention. That boy is going places!" "Straight to jail, at this rate." "How about Heather? How'd her big date go? Everything work out?", he asked delicately. He glanced at Lauren and noticed a ghostly smile creep across her face, and would almost have sworn he saw her breasts heaving pleasantly under her dress. "One could say that. I suspect that a considerable portion of this weekend she is going to be 'studying' down in her room with her boyfriend.", she replied. "Studying, huh? Anatomy, perhaps." "Let's just say there's going to be an awful lot of labwork involved in this one." She went on to describe the explicit details that Heather had divulged the next day, her voice a mixture of humor and awe. "My God! Five times! In what, five hours? Or thereabouts, anyway? The kid's inhuman!" Lauren smiled and looked across at her lover. "So what was your best record? What'd you do when you were sixteen?" Peter grinned. "Hey, when I was their age, I yanked my crank. I told you I didn't have any girlfriends until I went off to college." Lauren gave him a confused look. "No you didn't." "Remember when I was showing the kids my high school yearbook? How fat I was? I wasn't making that up, honey, I was a disaster. I couldn't have paid a girl to go out with me, let alone go that far. Hell, you were way more experienced in high school than I was." "No, really?! I mean, you? You're such a... well... a stud?" Lauren blushed as the words stumbled forth. "Not then I wasn't. Listen, when did you lose your virginity? High school, right? How old were you?", he asked. Lauren shrugged. "Heather's age, sixteen. My boyfriend and I went out to a drive-in, and we climbed into the back seat, and we got the windows all steamy, and then he was on top and our pants were around our ankles and BOOM, it was over. It wasn't all that great, either, but we got a lot better with practice." She said the last with a smile. "Yeah, well I was a sophomore in college! I was way behind you." "No way! You?! How?" "Well, it was really all the fault of this girl I dated as a freshman. I was still a blimp at the time, in the first part of the semester, and this really hot chick in my English Lit class asks me over to this sorority house she was pledging, for a party they were having. Anyway, I had almost no experience with dating, or girls, or parties, and I showed up with her. She got me drunk, then we went upstairs to this one bedroom, at which point she took off her top, and pulled down my pants, and gave me a hummer. The next thing I know, she's getting dressed and telling me to pull up my pants and get lost. She had to give me a blowjob to get into the sorority. Somebody had been watching through a peephole in the next bedroom. It was some sort of initiation; all the freshmen girls had to suck off the ugliest guy on campus they could find." "Oh, no! I am so sorry." Lauren thought this was monumentally cruel. Peter was no longer laughing, just staring down the road. He shrugged and continued. "Yeah, pretty pathetic, huh? I just started crying, bawled my eyes out the rest of the night. I had to walk two miles back home in the cold, just crying my eyes out. That's what made me get in shape, that I would never go through that again. No woman would ever find me less than perfectly fit, yadda, yadda, yadda. I started dieting and working out and lifting weights and running. I lost over a hundred pounds and started looking human. By the beginning of sophomore year, it was a different story. I managed to get my cherry popped and the rest is history, I guess." "It's too bad that bitch couldn't see you now!", remarked Lauren. "So buff and studly." "Hey, she got hers.", he answered. Lauren pushed him, and he explained, "Later that year, sophomore year I mean, when I had really gotten into shape, I ran across her at a sorority party, and she didn't have a clue who I was. I mean, I didn't look at all like the old me. I had lost all the weight and had some new clothes and a new haircut and all. So I hooked up with her and talked her into heading back up to her room. She was really getting into it on the way. So I got her to take off her top, then I pulled out my johnson and had her give me a hummer. She took care of me, then stripped naked, so I could work on her, but I said, no, I needed some more, and she sucked me some more, and then, when she pulled away to get on top, I took matters into my own hands and jerked off on her face. This really pissed her off, since she wanted me to do her instead. It was at that point that I pulled my pants back up and got out, and I told her that I was the guy who got her into her sorority in the first place. Jesus, you could hear her cussing me out all the way across campus! Boy was she pissed!" "Served her right.", agreed Lauren. "Still, you weren't the only chubby guy in school. I'm sure lots of them had girlfriends." Peter shrugged. "Maybe so, but I wasn't one of them. I was very shy and naïve, and very, very unsure of myself. It was only when I started losing the weight and working out that I got up the nerve to try to ask a girl out again. To my surprise, she said yes, which kept me losing the weight. Hell, I probably added twenty years to my life anyway!" "Well I think you're just scrumptious, Studly, and wouldn't change you for the world!", she replied with a laugh and a smile, kissing his hand, then holding it in her lap. The concept of Peter Tallman being anything other than the supremely self-confident and handsomely buff love machine that she knew simply could not register with her. It was too far at odds with the man she knew and loved. For his part, Peter could barely believe what he had just told Lauren. He had never told anybody some of what he had just confessed to Lauren, and he was mortally ashamed of what he had done in those days. He had treated that girl just the way she had treated him, something he had sworn not to do. He'd had a lot of women since then, brief flings mostly, but he'd never hurt anyone the way he'd been hurt. He hadn't opened himself up to any of them like he just had either, and now he watched Lauren closely out of the corner of his eyes to see how she was reacting. "Peter, why did you tell me, you know, about those days?", Lauren asked quietly. Peter turned his head and looked over at her, and she continued. "You could have kept it a secret from me. It hurt you to tell me; I can tell." Peter's voice was on the verge of cracking. He shrugged and averted his eyes, staring straight ahead through the windshield. "I don't know. Maybe I wanted you to know I can be a pretty rotten person at times." "Well, I don't think you're a rotten person at all. Thank you." She wiped away a tear, then leaned towards him and kissed him on the cheek, getting a gear shift lever in the side for her troubles. "You want to know my biggest complaint about you, mister? It's this kiddy car! You're a grownup now. You don't need to be impressing the boys at the frat house anymore. And it's drafty! I am freezing my ass off over here!" She rummaged around behind her seat and pulled out a blanket, then spread it over her legs. Peter snorted and laughed, then turned up the heat. "Yeah, probably. I'm due for a new car in January. Maybe I'll get something a little more 'grownup.' A full size Jeep, maybe. I like the four wheel drive in lousy weather." "You buy cars on a schedule?", she asked curiously. Peter turned and looked at her oddly. "I don't buy cars at all! I thought you knew; this is a company car." "You never told me!", she protested. A company car was a serious perk; her estimate of his position at his firm went up several notches. He made a wry look. "I would have sworn I had. Oh well, it's no big deal. The lease or whatever is up at the end of the year. I'll see about getting something a little more practical, so you'll be happy, hmmm?" Lauren laughed. "Good idea!" "So, other than Heather setting new world records for horniness, what's she up to? She going to be living at your house for awhile?", Peter asked. Lauren gave a sad smile and shrugged agreement. "Yeah, I think so. It's not going so well for her back on the old homestead, honey." "How's her mom doing? What about her old man?", he asked. "Well, you know her Mom's got a brain tumor of some sort?" Peter nodded and Lauren continued. "Well, they operated and cut out a lot of it, but some of it couldn't be removed, so they've been using chemo and radiation. It's really just slowing things down, not stopping or curing it. I took Heather over to the hospital last week and she looks just awful! She's lost so much weight and she doesn't seem to recognize anybody and she can barely talk. I mean, I'm no doctor, but I don't think she's going to make it at all!" "Shit.", Peter said quietly. "How's her father taking it?" "Not so great. Heather goes over to the hospital twice a week and sees them both, but she always comes back crying. I guess her father has started drinking again, though not enough to get him in trouble. I think that even after her mother dies, Heather's going to be staying with us." "That's too bad. At least she's got a boyfriend to help her out." Lauren nodded and was silent the rest of the trip. It wasn't long before Peter pulled off the highway and began traveling the winding state routes through the lake district to the inn where he had made a reservation. When he finally drove through the small town and pulled into a parking lot, Lauren got out, stretched her legs, and looked curiously at the rambling structure they were in front of. It was a large building, somewhere in size and style between an oversized farmhouse and a small manor house, two or three stories in height, with a lot of different roof lines. More than anything else, it looked as if it had been added on to several times over its lifetime. A sign out front labeled it the 'Loch Inverness Tavern and Inn - A Scottish Homestead.' "I heard about this in the newspaper a few months ago.", explained Peter as he unloaded luggage from the back of the small Jeep. "It's an old summer home for a wealthy guy who then died, and everyone who's ever had it since has built on to it." He pointed out what appeared to be several additions. He led the way inside. "It's supposed to be very cozy and have a very nice restaurant." For all its charm, the inn was singularly lacking in elevators, so after receiving their keys - real keys and not the electronic credit cards so common in newer hotels - Lauren took a small bag and left her lover to struggle upstairs with three suitcases. Their room was on the third floor, in a room with a somewhat low ceiling that was obviously converted from a gabled attic overlooking the lake. It was of a decent enough size, with a very large bathroom containing a small whirlpool tub and a separate shower, and a very small balcony with a French door opening inward from it. "Ooh! Very nice!", cooed Lauren. She tossed her bag onto a chair and scurried into the bathroom. "Out in a second." She relieved herself and flushed, then came back out. "My turn.", responded Peter. His back teeth had been floating for the last half hour. It was almost seven when they had arrived. When he came back out he asked, "Ready for dinner... whoa!" Lauren smiled at him from where she was leaning against the dresser. She was comfortably dressed for the ride in a calf-length denim shirtdress, almost a jumper, with a low cut front and back and relatively open sides. It was normally worn with a tee shirt or a sweater under it, and she had worn it with a turtleneck at the office that morning, but she had left that at home. She had also left her underwear at home. Peter had noticed her lack of a bra as she had jiggled in the seat of his Jeep, but it was obvious now. She had unbuttoned the dress, all except for a single button at her waist, and had spread the lapels and hem wide, displaying her tits and pussy for his viewing pleasure. She had also stripped off her panties at home, and was wearing stockings and high-heeled sandals. "I thought we might hold off on dinner a few minutes.", she commented with a sly smile. "Whatever you want!", agreed Peter. He stepped in front of Lauren and smiled, reaching up to caress and fondle her breasts. He began pinching and tweaking her very aroused nipples as Lauren reached out to him. She quickly undid the buttons on his shirt, then continued lower, to undo his belt and unzip his pants. As soon as she had pushed them and his shorts low enough, Peter stepped forward. He lifted Lauren onto the dresser and stuffed his cock into her greasy hot snatch. Slipping his hands under her thighs, he lifted them and spread them further, then began bucking his hips forward, driving deep into her. Lauren moaned as he fucked her, their bodies slapping together, his balls swinging up to smack her on the ass. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...", she cried quietly. She was well into her second orgasm when her lover groaned and shoved forward harshly, his spasming cock spewing come into her hungry cunt. "I have to clean up before we can go downstairs.", commented Lauren as Peter stepped away, breathing heavily. Peter pulled his pants and shorts up over his soft and wet dick. Grabbing his handkerchief, he crudely wiped her pussy and then tossed it aside. "Like hell! I'm hungry!" He started buttoning his shirt. "You pig!", she replied with a laugh, buttoning her dress up. "Just for that, I'm going to time you. You've got to fuck me four more times tonight, just so I can keep up with Heather." She glanced at her watch. "I figure five hours should do it!" "Five times in five hours?!", he asked incredulously. "Sorry, babe, but I believe in quality, not quantity." Lauren stuck her tongue out at him. "I think quantity is a quality all its own!" "Yeah, well maybe she's a little more... inspirational?" Lauren snorted in derision as she walked to the door with Peter behind her. "You want inspiration, bucko? Just remember, I might have taught her everything she knows, but I haven't taught her everything I know!" The restaurant in the basement of the inn was good, though the cuisine was only semi-Scottish. Lauren looked over the menu and asked, "Exactly what is a haggis anyway?" "You take a sheep's stomach, load it up with oatmeal and anything else that seems really awful, and boil the living hell out of it.", Peter replied. "Ye Gods! Are you serious?!" Peter nodded seriously. "That's disgusting!" "And that's why the Scots kept invading England; they were really pissed from eating haggis!", he responded. "I'm having the venison myself. You?" After an enjoyable, if non-Scottish meal, Peter escorted Lauren into the tavern end of the restaurant, which was filling up as the late night crowd came in. Lauren, however, had a different plan in mind. As they stepped up to the bar and the bartender came over, she asked, "Do you have any champagne? Chilled, in bottles?" "Yeah, sure.", answered the bartender, a younger fellow in his early twenties. Lauren smiled. "Well, we are staying upstairs, so I'm going to need a bottle and an ice bucket." Peter's eyes widened at this, and the bartender grinned, then went out from behind the bar and stepped into the kitchen. He returned a few minutes later with an ice bucket already loaded with ice and a bottle of champagne, then reached over his head and pulled two flutes from an overhead rack. He set them on the counter and began sorting out the bill. Peter stood to pick up the champagne, but Lauren stopped him. "I need to get ready a bit, so why don't you come up in an hour or so." She gave him a dazzling smile and picked up the bucket and flutes. "Give him the bill.", she told the bartender, nodding her head towards Peter. The bartender grinned and said, "You bet!", then watched with Peter and another couple as Lauren sashayed away, her hips swinging. "Buddy, can I interest you in some vitamins, or maybe some Viagra?", he asked Peter. The other couple laughed as well. "You'd better take him up on the offer!", the woman said. Peter snorted and laughed, then settled down on a barstool and ordered a coffee. "I think I'd better stay sober, don't you?" An hour later, coffeed out and with the clock approaching ten, Peter ordered another chilled bottle of champagne, then left with a smile. Letting himself into the room, he failed to notice anything out of the ordinary, though he also failed to see Lauren. The lights in the room were on and the television was off. Curious, he called out, "Lauren? You here?", and walked towards the bathroom. "Right here.", she answered. Peter looked in the door to the bath and leaned against the frame. Lauren was neck deep in bubbles in the whirlpool tub, with a champagne flute sitting on the edge of the tub. The bottle itself was upended in the ice bucket. "It's a good thing I brought another bottle.", he commented. Lauren giggled. "I guess I drank it all. I'm sorry! Would you like me to give you a blowjob to say I'm sorry?" Peter arched an eyebrow at this. A half-smile ghosting across his face, he stepped forward and began undoing his pants. "Well, since you asked so nicely..." Lauren had to be loaded, he figured. "What's gotten into you?", he asked. Lauren stared hungrily at his cock as he exposed it. It was already stiff with anticipation. "Well, some delicious champagne, and before that, some delicious cock!" Peter came closer, and Lauren shifted in the tub, leaning closer and opening her mouth. She engulfed his erection with her lips and began stroking it and sucking. "Mmmm... delicious!", she murmured, pulling away and looking up at him lustfully. Peter laughed even as he began thrusting into her greedy mouth. "What were you up to for the last hour? Just taking a bath?" Lauren smiled and pulled away again. "Well, I opened the champagne and had a glass while I got undressed, then that was so good I had another, then I gave myself an enema, and then I got into the tub, and I've been playing with my pussy ever since! Oh, and I've been drinking the champagne, too." She dove forward and began sucking his cock again. Peter's eyes opened as she recited what she had been doing. "Really? All that?" "Um, hmmm.", she mumbled around the stiff prick in her mouth. Pulling away again, she said, "Come on, I want you to come in my mouth. I love the taste and later on you can assfuck me all night long!" She dove back to her work with a vengeance, loudly sucking his cock and stroking his cockshaft heatedly. After only a few minutes more, Peter's knees almost buckled as he groaned and came so fiercely that Lauren ended up dribbling his come down onto her soapy tits. Lauren sagged back in the tub blissfully and Peter knelt down next to her and stripped off the rest of his clothes. "You've been busy. So you want to take it up the rear tonight? You were planning this?" Lauren must have brought her home enema kit with her; it wasn't something that you could normally order through room service. "Maybe.", she said with a pleasant shrug to her shoulders. The water in the tub and the bubbles floating rippled around her. "Hey, you wanted some inspiration. I can fucking guarantee you that this is something Heather doesn't know yet!" She looked up at him and pouted. "Don't you want to fuck my ass?" "Now, don't go getting nervous, I'll be happy to take care of you in a bit. Why don't you show me what you were doing in here, first. What, were you letting the water jets take care of business for you?" Lauren's eyes lit up. "It's the neatest thing!", she gushed. "I've never been in a whirlpool before! It's so cool! Turn on the jets!", she ordered. Peter looked around before finding the switch at the end near Lauren's feet. He flipped the switch and a motor began humming, then the water in the tub began frothing and swirling around. "Put your hand in, right here!" Lauren grabbed one of Peter's hands and pulled it down between her legs, directing it towards one of the jets. "Feel that?", she asked. He nodded, and she scooted her bottom towards the water jet. "It goes right against my clitty!" She leaned back and let the jet froth against her pussy. Peter was amazed as he watched his lover build to orgasm. A flush came over her face, along with a semi-dazed look, and her breathing became shallower. She began shaking as her cunt vibrated with the jet pulse, then she gasped and fell back against the tub. "It's not the easiest position.", she commented. "Let me help.", he responded. Peter could feel his dick hardening again. "Sit up!", he ordered, then placed an arm behind her back, holding her upright near the jet. With his other hand he began fondling her tits. Lauren immediately gave a quiet shriek as she began coming once more. Peter continued this until he looked down and found himself stiff and erect. He waited until an orgasm passed then turned off the water and helped her up. Lauren's legs were shaky as Peter helped her to dry off. "That was something else!", she said, stepping from the tub. "Impressed the hell out of me!", he agreed. He led her back to the bedroom, where he noted a tube of KY ointment was already on the nightstand. "You really come prepared.", he quipped. "Just so I come!" ------- Saturday morning dawned clear and cool outside the French doors to the balcony, and Lauren snuggled under the blankets, cuddled against her lover's naked body. She woke first, but decided against teasing Peter awake for some early morning romance. The champagne, the KY, and the extended assfuck Peter had provided combined to make her feel in desperate need of a shower. She crawled out from under the covers, shivering in the chill air, and wrapped a bathrobe around herself. She turned up the thermostat, then went into the bathroom and began brewing a pot of coffee from the supplies and coffeepot provided. The smell of brewing coffee woke Peter up. He cracked his eyes open and looked around, a grimace on his face as the daylight assaulted him. He was sitting upright, rubbing his eyes open, when Lauren looked in on him. "Morning, hon, want some coffee?", she asked. "I'd kill for some coffee!", he assured her. Lauren returned with a steaming cup, black with a couple of sugars the way she knew he liked it. She at down on the edge of the bed as he sipped at it. He glanced around the wreckage of the sheets and smiled. "I guess we got a little rambunctious last night." Lauren grinned. "I guess! I'm still sore where I'm sitting!" Peter's eyes widened at this and he looked at her with concern. "It's a good sore, baby.", she assured him. "You can make me sore that way any time you want!" She finished her coffee and stood up, slipping free of her bathrobe. "I need a shower. Want to save some water?", she offered. "Anything for the environment!", he agreed, then climbed out of the bed himself. He followed her into the bath and cuddled with her as Lauren turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. Once inside the large shower, they spent a considerable amount of time washing each other before Peter backed Lauren up against the shower wall and fucked her hard and fast. Afterwards, breathing hard, Peter asked, "Now what? Breakfast in bed?" Lauren looked back into the bedroom and giggled. "I don't think so. I need some real food, and you are going to have to give room service a serious tip!" They dressed and went out for the day. Peter wore some casual khakis, a flannel shirt, and some loafers, with a light jacket thrown over his shoulder. Lauren looked a little more sophisticated, with a form-fitting cable knit sweater, an ankle-length wrap-around wool skirt, and knee-high boots with a two inch heel. The sweater and skirt were heavy enough that she'd be warm and the way she wiggled and jiggled under the sweater raised grave doubts as to whether she had a bra underneath. Breakfast was in the restaurant in the basement, then Lauren followed Peter out to his Jeep. It looked as if it was going to be a perfect fall day, warm and sunny with a slight breeze, but cooling rapidly in the shade and when night fell by late afternoon. First Peter drove a few miles out of town to a local cider mill. What had once been a 19th century farmhouse and barn had grown into a major local tourist attraction showing various farm techniques from a pre-industrial time. The farm was attached to several acres with apple orchards, the apples of which could be collected by the public and converted to cider or apple sauce, or simply purchased outright. This was a major public event during the fall, with the local 'Applefest' bringing in school kids and other groups to go out into the orchards and bring back apples. For the late winter and early spring months, a maple sugaring operation was set up in another converted barn. Mid-winter the millpond was harvested for ice, then in the summer the ice was used for making old-fashioned ice cream for an ice cream social. Lauren found the entire complex absolutely fascinating. After lunch, the pair returned to town and Peter followed his lover as she went up and down Main Street window shopping and searching for a few souvenirs for Jimmy, Holly, and Heather. Finally, by mid-afternoon, Lauren led Peter out of the last store and back to his Jeep. He was immensely relieved, since she had been eyeing speculatively a large Shaker rocking chair and he had possessed not the least inkling how he would fit it into his Jeep. Once back in their room, Lauren collapsed onto the bed. "I'm beat!", she pronounced to the ceiling, then sat back up and began tugging off her boots. Peter pushed her back down and took hold of the heel and pulled it off. "Thank you!", she said, then held up her other leg. Peter tossed the second boot aside and then began to lightly massage the sole of her foot. Lauren groaned pleasantly, and he said, "Would you like a foot massage?" "Please!", she moaned quietly. "Okay, lie back and close your eyes." He continued to rub her foot and Lauren complied, laying back on the bed and closing her eyes blissfully. Then Peter laid her foot down on the bed, moved her legs so that they were slightly spread, and lay down between them. He pushed her dress up and found himself staring at her succulent and bald pussy. He had guessed she had left her panties home for the weekend; her bountiful tits had been unencumbered so far this trip. Lauren giggled. "I thought you were giving me a foot massage!", she protested. "Special technique, I start from the top down.", he explained. "Be sure to let me know if it's working." He turned his face back to the vista before him, then extended his tongue. He began by tracing the outline of her pussy lips gently, enticing her and eliciting an almost catlike purr of contentment. Then he moved on to gently licking up and down her slit, licking up the juices which were flowing steadily as her excitement mounted. Lastly he honed in on her almost vibrating clitoris, wrapping his lips around it as his tongue flicked across the little bud and he began sucking on it. Lauren gasped and shrieked as Peter finally assaulted her clit. She had been dying of anticipation for this very moment as he worked her up without allowing her to orgasm. Her body stiffened as she laced her fingers in his curly blond hair, holding him in place even as she bucked and tossed on the bedcovers, writhing and thrashing as she came. Peter pulled back after a few minutes, then looked up at her and smiled. His face was glistening with pussy juice. "Feel better now?" "Mmmm, much!" She pulled him by the ears until his face was level with hers and pushed him onto his back. Lauren began kissing him even as she feverishly began to undo his shirt and pants. As soon as she had pulled his pants down so that his hardon was exposed, she swung around. Straddling his face, she lowered her pussy to his lips, then bent forward to begin sucking his engorged cock. Peter groaned pleasantly as Lauren took his cock deep into her mouth, and began bucking his hips up towards her greedy mouth. "Come on baby, come in my mouth!", she ordered, then lowered her face to take him inside again. This time she began tickling his asshole, and the sudden stimulation was too much. Collapsing onto the bed, his hips churning weakly, Peter's cock spasmed and he spewed a load of come onto her waiting lips and tongue. Momentarily satisfied, Lauren spun around on the bed and lay down next to Peter, half on top of him with one of his arms around her back. She reached down to gently cup and fondle his now limp prick. "Ummm, that was nice. What's the plan for the rest of the day?", she asked. Peter snorted. "I think you're already working on that, aren't you?" Despite his monumental orgasm of only a few minutes ago, Lauren's talented fingers were having a definite affect. "Well, yes, but later on, afterwards!", she persisted. She began to softly pump his slowly growing shaft, and it slowly began to stiffen. "What are we doing tonight?" Peter smiled as Lauren fondled his cock. "Well, I'm just betting that you brought along some sort of sexy little dress?" Lauren nodded with a slight smile. "So, why don't you put that on and we can go out to dinner and then do some bar hopping?" "Right now?" Peter sensed that he was stiff enough for another bout, and pulled Lauren into position, straddling his waist. He unbuttoned the waistband of the wrap skirt and tossed it aside, then helped his lover as she positioned his cockhead at the entrance to her sopping wet cunt. She sank down onto him, now wearing nothing but her stockings and sweater, then she pulled her sweater up above her breasts. Peter reached up and took hold of her swaying tits, eliciting a groan of enjoyment from her. "Maybe later.", he commented. It proved to be several hours later. After enjoying a long and slow fuck, with Lauren rocking above him, rubbing her clit and his cock as he fondled her tits, Peter came, filling her orgasming pussy with his jism. Then Lauren had collapsed onto his chest, and the pair had fallen asleep until after seven. At that time, her stomach rumbling with hunger, Lauren woke and stepped into the bathroom. Peter stirred awake and followed her in. "Want some help?", he asked as she stepped into the shower. "Tempting, but NO!", she replied with a laugh. "I'm starving, and if you decide to 'help' I'll never get dinner!" Peter laughed and went back into the bedroom. A few minutes later, while he watched CNN, Lauren came out, a towel wrapped around her lush form. "Your turn.", she announced. He stood, kicked off his pants, and walked naked into the bathroom. When he returned, Lauren was already dressed. She did indeed have some sort of a sexy little dress, a skintight black knit dress that was cut low enough in the front to show some interesting cleavage, low enough in the back that a bra was out of the question, and short enough so that it only just covered her ass. It had long bell sleeves and it was obvious from the fit of the bottom half that if Lauren was wearing panties, they had to be a thong. She was stepping into a pair of black stiletto 'fuck me' shoes as he came into the bedroom. "Whoa! That's new!", he commented, feasting his eyes on her. "You like? I just picked it up before the trip." "What's not to like!?", he asked, his eyes scanning up and down as Lauren pirouetted before him. "Come on, get dressed. I'm hungry." Peter tossed his towel aside from where he had wrapped it around his midsection, ostentatiously displaying his new erection, but Lauren pointedly ignored it, so he pulled on slacks, a dress shirt, socks and a sport coat. He slipped his loafers back on, but disdained a tie. As he dressed, Lauren asked, "So how is it you know so much about what to do in this town?" Peter shrugged. "We've got a sales office out here. I get out here every few weeks, for software upgrades, hardware stuff, whatever. You get to know where things are." "You come all the way out here?", she asked incredulously. "Now you know why I have a company car. I have to visit all the sales offices at least once a month or so. I put fifty thousand miles a year on that thing." Lauren's eyes widened at this. He grabbed his wallet and keys and stuffed them in his pockets. Opening the door, he asked, "Coming?", and Lauren scurried out. Dinner and drinks afterwards proved extremely erotic. While Brockton didn't really have anything that could be called a nightclub, it did have a branch of the state university nearby, so there were any number of bars. They ate dinner in a relatively quiet one, then Peter took Lauren on a tour of several of the college watering holes. They were usually the oldest in the various bars, and certainly the best dressed, but neither seemed to care, and whenever Peter stepped away, Lauren would be surrounded by guys hitting on her, and in one case, a pair of coeds. Peter kept the excitement going by taking a more physical approach. In the first bar they stepped into, while sitting at a small table in the back, he nonchalantly slid his hand down to his lap, then over into her own. "What are you... oh my God!", she exclaimed, as Peter slipped his fingers under the hem of the dress and slid them up her silky thigh. As he had suspected, Lauren hadn't brought any panties of any sort on the trip, and his fingertips slipped into her cunt and flicked across her clit. "Oh shit! We're going to get caught... oh shit!", she exclaimed as she exploded into orgasm in the dark corner of the tavern. After she came, Peter deftly removed his fingers, then used them to flagrantly stir his drink. He smiled as he sipped from it, even as Lauren's breathing returned to normal, and then he took her by the hand. Leaving the bar, they moved down the street to another college bar. Here, they were only able to find a single barstool at the bar, and Lauren perched on it as decorously as she could, crossing her long legs and tugging the hem down. She almost stopped breathing when Peter laid a hand softly on her thigh, just below the hemline. Peter, however, was simply content to tease her by rubbing and squeezing her soft flesh, though he did comment several times that some of the other patrons were watching him do so. In the third bar, he repeated this performance. However, this time, he managed to find a seat next to her, and positioned himself so that his body blocked anybody's view. Placing his hand on her thigh, he slid it under her dress and gently spread his fingers, prying her legs apart until he was able to begin vigorously fingerfucking Lauren. Lauren began shaking and gasping so badly that a bartender came by and gave her a closer look. Suspecting what was going on, he smiled at her and gave Peter a thumbs up. It wasn't the first time he had seen this happen here. Once, during an after-hours stag party, a pair of hookers had taken on the entire wedding party, bartender included. It was late when Peter relented teasing Lauren, and as he led her outside, she hissed, "You bastard! What if we'd been seen?!" "Hey, babe, we were seen.", he replied smugly. "You got two thumbs up from several guys at one place." "You bastard!", she repeated, though it was with a smile. She was beyond horny - she needed an immediate and hard fuck. Peter led her back to his Jeep, and as she climbed inside, she allowed the hem on her dress to rise up. Smiling, Peter reached in and pulled it higher, around her waist, then tugged her top down low enough that her tits sprang out. Surprised, Lauren stared as he stepped closer and unzipped his pants. "You need to take care of business!", he ordered, pointing his erect cock in the direction of her face. "Jesus Christ!", she exclaimed. Then, looking around and seeing nobody in sight, she shifted on the seat so that she was facing him and opened her mouth. Diving forward, she inhaled his cock and began sucking. It didn't take long before Peter grunted and came down her throat. "We need to do this more often.", he commented, as he tucked his limp dick back into his pants and zipped up. Lauren pulled her dress back above her breasts. "Jesus Christ!", she repeated. ------- Chapter 17: Birthdays "You got the list?", Peter asked, as Heather loaded Jimmy and Holly into his Jeep. The teen waved a crumpled piece of paper at him, then shoved it back in a pocket. "Got it!", she announced. Lowering her voice, she said, "Lauren also gave me a twenty so these two could buy some presents." She nodded towards the back seats. It was the October birthday season for the Graham family. Lauren's thirty-third birthday was Friday and Jimmy's eighth birthday was Sunday, so as always, they would split the difference and have a joint birthday party on the day between. It had been worse a few years before; Gary's birthday had been just four days later. For the last few years, Lauren's father Frank had taken the children out shopping for their mother's presents, a carefully arranged 'surprise' that she had specified ahead of time. This year Heather had volunteered, with the covert help of Peter. Lauren felt a strange disquiet at the idea, but had kept silent. "Twenty ain't going to cut the mustard.", Peter replied softly. Jimmy, and especially Holly, were still at the age where gifts magically appeared from thin air, without the need for payment. He shrugged and said, "No big deal. What's on the list?" Peter drove through town as Heather read off the list Lauren had provided, commenting with the kids as the various desired items were announced. Several got laughs or had stories attached to them, and Peter noticed how practically everything was some form of kitchen or houseware. He pulled into the mall and parked, then everybody piled out, and with the two children in the lead and Heather in the middle, he followed the others inside. It was Saturday morning and the birthday party was scheduled for that evening, after the Grahams got back from Mass. They had to be home by 4:30 for 5:00 Mass, but that left them hours to shop and wander through the mall. Needless to say, Jimmy and Holly immediately got into an argument over which direction to go and what they were buying, with Heather playing a most ineffectual umpire, at least until Peter weighed in. "Hey, here's what we're going to do. We are all going this way on this floor, then go downstairs and come back the other way, and if we see something that's on the list we'll stop then. Okay?" Jimmy and Holly immediately agreed, with their customary attitudes, Jimmy slightly pessimistic and wary and Holly happy and ebullient. The six year old took Heather's hand and began skipping along the way, with Jimmy following, muttering about the silliness of all girls. Peter took control of the somewhat battered list and began studying it. In short order he realized that they would be able to buy just about everything from a single discount store at one end of the mall. After a few minutes, Holly tired of hanging onto Heather, and she and Jimmy moved ahead to window shop. Peter walked next to the teen and asked, "You have something for both of them?" Heather shook her head in the negative. "Neither!" She took the list back from Peter and stopped. Peter kept an eye out for the twosome and listened to Heather. "Ummm, why don't I buy her the electric skillet and let these guys split up the little CrockPot between them?" "Doesn't she already have a CrockPot?", asked Peter. "Yes, but this is a different size." Peter rolled his eyes at this, and Heather continued, "At some point you are going to have to take Jimmy with you, so I can get him something. Did you get him something yet?" "Yeah, I already have him covered. Uh, if I take the kids at some point, you have to return the favor. I need to buy something and don't need them around.", he said. Heather giggled. "Yeah? Victoria's Secret or Frederick's of Hollywood?" Peter didn't answer but he did blush, which was answer enough. "Okay, but maybe I should go, too, and see if there's anything I might get for Robby." "Honey, they've got nothing that would fit him." Heather reached over and swatted him in the arm. "No silly, something he might want to see me in!" Peter laughed. "Kiddo, he's sixteen! The only thing you need to wear for him is a smile!" They commenced walking towards the end of the mall. "Uh, has Lauren said anything to you about me?", he asked. "No, why?" Peter shrugged. "No reason. She just seems a little off lately, that's all." Heather shrugged. It couldn't have been that involved, she thought. Lauren had known that Peter was taking her and the children out for the day. Peter wasn't so sure. On the way back from Brockton the previous Sunday, he had invited Lauren and the children to his parent's home in Springfield for Thanksgiving. She hadn't agreed, but had simply told him she would think about it, and then changed the subject. She'd been just a bit cool after that, and hadn't come over to his place during the week even once, pleading a hectic schedule. Still, he thought, if she was having a problem with him, she wouldn't have let him out with her children. He shrugged too. By early afternoon the foursome had managed to accumulate an electric skillet, a small CrockPot, a new waffle iron, and some dish towels. Heather was also hiding in her handbag a Nintendo game she had purchased for Jimmy, and Peter had purchased a several rolls of wrapping paper and a few ribbons. After lunch he sent Heather and the kids off to load their purchases in the back of the Jeep and then return, to meet him in the food court, and then he had wandered back to where he had seen the two lingerie shops on the first floor. He hesitated at the entrance to the Victoria's Secret shop. It was the classier of the two stores, and certainly had some beautiful items, but he somehow didn't think classy was the way to go. He suspected that an outfit which screamed 'Sex!' would be a better choice, so he moved further along and into the Frederick's of Hollywood store. The choices here were fairly blatant. Surprisingly, considering his substantial experience in getting women into bed and out of their lingerie, Peter Tallman had very little experience in buying lingerie for women. He simply had never been with any particular woman long enough to buy intimate apparel. His lovers had always had their own, or had never had anything this fancy, especially the younger ones. He looked around in considerable confusion until he was rescued by the approach of a pretty young woman in her early twenties. The salesclerk had substantial experience with embarrassed boyfriends and husbands, and asked if he had seen anything on any of the posters or mannequins spaced around the store. Peter blushed but pointed to a mannequin with a black 'Merry Widow' outfit. It consisted of a strapless corset with open cups, and garters leading down to a pair of sheer black stockings, with a long and transparent black robe to wear over it. He knew Lauren would have stiletto heels. The salesgirl managed to find out Lauren's sizes, which Peter actually knew fairly well, and managed to pull together the items quickly and ring up the sale. It was a surprisingly large bill, Peter thought, for something that probably wouldn't be worn very often and when it was worn, wouldn't stay on very long. He stuffed the garish bag inside a large bag without the Frederick's logo and went back to the food court to meet the others. Before driving the youngsters back home, Peter drove them over to his apartment to wrap presents. It was the first time there for Heather, and the children showed her all around before Peter could get them to concentrate on the wrapping. He left Jimmy and Holly in the care of Heather, then grabbed a roll of wrapping paper and some tape and took the Frederick's package into his bedroom. He quickly wrapped it and Jimmy's gift, then went back to the living room to help with the rest. Peter had Heather, Jimmy, and Holly back to the house in time to find Lauren pacing at the front door. He glanced at his watch and was surprised; they still had almost half an hour before they needed to be home. Lauren looked at him without saying anything, then ran the kids inside to wash and get dressed. He glanced at Heather, who simply replied with a shrug of the shoulders and a mystified look. When Lauren loaded the three youngsters into her minivan, she simply gave Peter a kiss on the cheek and drove away, leaving him at the house. Peter went back to his Jeep and brought the presents in, putting them behind the couch, though he left his more personal present in his car. He didn't know what was going on with Lauren, but he didn't want to complicate it any more. While bringing the presents in, he was interrupted when Lauren's mother-in-law showed up. "Hi, Helen. Need a hand?", he asked. Helen Graham put down the platter she was carrying and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks, but no thanks." She ran back to her own car and brought in a bag containing a couple of long loaves of Italian bread. "I hope you like lasagna. I made up a lot! Shirley and Frank are bringing over the cake and ice cream." "Beef or sausage?" "Hot sausage!" "Goodie!", he answered. "My grandmother was from the old country and made it with hot sausage and hot peppers, gave it a real kick." "I'll have to try that someday.", she answered with an intrigued look. "So you're Italian? With a name like Tallman?" "Grandma Lanzarelli married an Englishman after the war, when they both made it to the states. Why aren't you at church with the rest of the family?" Helen waved this off. "Our family is Methodist. It was Lauren who was Roman Catholic. The deal was that Gary didn't have to convert as long as she could raise the children Catholic. Why, what's your family?" "Baptist and Jewish.", he said with a smile. "That's an unusual combination.", replied Helen, arching her eyebrow in curiosity. Peter nodded in agreement. "Grandma Lanzarelli was the Jew, an Italian Jew during the war. After she got out of the camps, she made it to the US and met Grandpa, who was an Englishman who had converted from Episcopalian to Baptist. Very weird at times, keeping a Kosher kitchen with a bunch of Baptists running around the place." "Lasagna isn't Kosher!" "I asked her about that once. She said some things were more important than Kosher." Helen laughed at this, and asked, "You said she was in the camps. The concentration camps!?" "Sacksenhausen and Belsen-Bergen. She never talked about it. She always wore long sleeves, and the only way I ever learned was when I saw her sleeves rolled up once, while she was gardening. I saw this little blue line, like a bruise, but when I asked her about it, she showed it to me and it was numbers. It was her ID number tattooed on her arm. She never said anything else about it.", he replied. Helen wasn't sure what to say to this, so she continued setting up for dinner. The lasagna was placed into the oven to warm up, and she began slicing up the Italian bread. Within another half hour, the loud voices of children announced that the rest of the family had come back from church. They burst through the front door to greet their grandmother and Peter, followed by Lauren, with her parents in tow. Robby Jones followed shortly thereafter, though without presents. "I didn't know it was your birthday!", he said. "That's alright, Robby. Come on in and have some dinner.", replied Lauren. Surprisingly, though Peter had met both grandmothers before, this was the first time he had met Lauren's father. He extended his hand and said, "Peter Tallman. Lauren's told me about you." "Frank Boscow. Pleased to meet you. Shirley talks about you, too." "My father's name is Frank, too.", commented Peter. The two men talked briefly about their backgrounds, Peter in computers and Frank as a shop steward at the local mill. "Can we open presents?", asked Jimmy excitedly. "Jimmy! We haven't even had dinner yet!", scolded Lauren. Her parents smiled. Helen Graham said, "Well, I just put the lasagna in to heat up. Dinner won't be for another half hour." "Mom!", cried Jimmy in an anguished voice. "Oh, all right.", allowed his mother. "Yes!", yelled the little boy, pumping his arms in a victory salute. Peter laughed and pulled the packages out from behind the couch, and the grandparents went out to their cars and brought in presents. Lauren went upstairs to bring down a few items for her son. Opening presents for the dual birthday was very similar to a small scale Christmas. Jimmy was noticeably unenthused about the clothing his grandparents gave him, and considerably more interested in the Nintendo games he got from the others. Finally Peter handed over a large box to his grandfather, to pass along. Frank took the box and almost dropped it on the floor. It was far heavier than it looked. "Good Lord, what do you have in here, barbells?", he asked. He set it down in front of Jimmy, who immediately stripped off the wrapping paper. "Whoa!", exclaimed the boy, his eyes widening. He opened the box and used both hands to lift out a barbell, then set it down and brought out a second. Peter smiled. "Yeah, barbells! It's a starter set, five pound weights." Jimmy looked up at him and he continued. "You wanted to work out like me, with my gym? You have to start out slow and work your way up. I can teach you some exercises with these, then you can move on up to heavier stuff." "Exercises? Like what?", asked the boy. Peter grabbed one of the weights and did a quick curl. "This one builds up the muscles here.", he said pointing to his upper arm. Then he held the barbell out straight at shoulder level. "This helps with the muscles in your shoulders and back." Jimmy was very impressed. Using both hands he began lifting a single weight in front of him. "I don't know... what if he hurts himself... uhhhh...", his mother asked. "Lauren, they're only five pounds each. The only way he can hurt himself is to drop it on his foot.", Peter replied. "I like it, honey. Kids these days are in terrible shape. He's too skinny.", interjected her father. Lauren gave both men a dreadful look but kept her mouth shut. She opened her own presents. Again, the two grandmothers had bought some nice blouses and slacks. The surprise came when she began opening the presents from her children. She had only given Heather a twenty; the cookware came to well above that level. She tried to ask Holly and Jimmy, but they simply said that Peter had been with them. Holly in particular was rather confused about the entire concept of paying for presents. She turned to Heather. In a somewhat angry tone, she said, "You shouldn't have. This is way too much." Peter interceded. "It's all right, honey. She told me what you were interested in. Don't blame her." The others were looking at her very curiously, and Lauren backed down. Then she opened the last package, a slim and flat box from Peter. She tore off the gift paper and opened the box lid and looked down at a picture frame. It was a silver frame, somewhat old fashioned, with a picture inside of her and Peter. She recognized the photo as one that they had taken while away for their long summer weekend. She was behind him, her arms wrapped around him and looking over his shoulder, laughing, as he grinned for the camera he had given to a shopkeeper to use. "Oooh, that's pretty, Mommy.", exclaimed Holly. "That's just like the picture of you and Daddy upstairs." Lauren's head whipped around to look at her daughter, then she turned back to stare at the photo. Suddenly she knew where Peter had obtained the frame. In Brockton last weekend she had commented on the frame to Peter in a store, then after leaving, he had rushed back inside, claiming he had dropped his sunglasses. It was obvious that he had purchased the frame secretly. She stared in horror at the picture, then, as it slipped from her lifeless fingers, she stood and ran crying upstairs. Moments later everyone heard the door of her bedroom slam shut. An awkward silence settled on the room, broken only by Holly asking, her voice quaking, "What's wrong with Mommy? What'd we do?" Helen pulled her granddaughter over and gave her a hug. "Mommy's all right. She just needed to go upstairs for a bit. She'll be down soon." "Yeah, Mommy's just being goofy.", said Holly's grandfather. Peter couldn't remember a more embarrassing moment. In some ways this was worse than when he lost his virginity in college. He picked up the picture frame off the floor, now with a cracked glass pane, and tucked it back into the box. "Well, I think that was an obvious mistake." He stood and headed towards the door, not looking anyone in the eye. He opened the closet and took out his coat. Frank stood and came over to him. "I think you're making a mistake, son." "Tell Lauren to call me, please." Peter shrugged into his coat. Frank rolled his eyes heavenward, then turned to his wife. "Will you go upstairs and sort her out?!" Shirley quickly moved upstairs and down the hall. Lauren's bedroom door was closed but unlocked, so she simply barged in. "Go away!", wailed Lauren. She was sitting on her bed crying, bent over and wrapped around a silver picture frame with a photo of her and Gary in it. "He's leaving. Peter's leaving.", said her mother. "What! Noooo..." "He's leaving! He's already out the door." Shirley had to step back as Lauren jumped up, tossing the picture onto the bed, and ran out into the hall. Downstairs, the others were mystified as Lauren ran down the stairs two at a time, then out through the foyer and out the front door. Shirley followed more sedately. "Was that what you had in mind?", she asked her husband. "What was that all about?", asked Jimmy. "Well, women get goofy.", explained Frank. "They meet guys and get goofy." 'Getting Goofy' was the phrase that Frank had learned from his own father to describe the antics of his daughters, Frank's sisters, when they started falling in love and getting married. It was singularly appropriate for the behavior of his own daughters. "I don't want no goofy women around me!", said a horrified eight year old. This was greeted with various laughs and snorts of derision by the others, though Holly didn't understand. Outside, Lauren ran down the walk to where Peter had already opened the door to his Jeep. "No... Stop!", she wailed, tears pouring down her cheeks. "No, don't go, stop!" Peter turned back towards her and she tackled him, wrapping her arms around him. "Don't go, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.", she blubbered into his shoulder. She was shaking with the emotion coursing through her. Peter tried to make sense of her, but Lauren kept repeating that she was sorry. Finally, he disentangled himself and pushed her away slightly. "Lauren, what is going on? What did I do that was so wrong?" "Nothing, nothing, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "Stop it!", he ordered. "What is going on?! You have been giving me the cold shoulder ever since we came back from Brockton. Now this! What did I do?" Lauren sniffled and wiped her eyes. "Don't you get it, it's not you, it's me! Remember the last thing that you said on the trip back from Brockton? You asked me if the kids and I could come home with you for Thanksgiving! That's the first time Gary took me home to meet his parents - Thanksgiving! And today, going out with the kids, getting presents - that's what Gary did, would have done. And that picture in the frame, just like the one of me and Gary!" Peter looked at her nervously. "So you don't want me doing things your husband did?" "Noooo... yes... Oh, God!", she wailed, hugging herself to him again. Finally she pulled back slightly and looked up at him. "No, I do want you to do those things! It was just that I wasn't ready. At least I thought so, but I was ready... Just come back in, please! Don't leave, stay, please." "Uh, I just asked if you wanted to come to dinner. I didn't ask you to marry me.", he replied warily. "I know that. Just come back in, please." She looked past him into his Jeep and noticed another wrapped present. "Another present? What's in it?" Peter shrugged and gave her a funny look. "Something I didn't think you wanted to open in front of your parents." Lauren's eyes widened at this. "Well, then leave it here for later." She kept her arms wrapped around Peter's torso and walked with him back towards the house. Once inside, Jimmy came up to them. "Are you going to stay goofy?", he asked his mother, eyeing her warily. Lauren's mouth opened in shock. That was the phrase her father had used when she and her sisters had started dating in high school. Then she laughed. "Yes, I'm being goofy." She reached down to him and began tickling her son. "And you need to be taught a lesson in not listening in on conversations!" Jimmy scampered away, and Lauren ordered, "Grab him! He needs a good tickling!" Jimmy almost got away, but his two grandmothers ganged up on him and left him red-faced and laughing so hard his ribs hurt. Midway through dinner, Lauren took Peter's hand and said, "I've got an announcement. For Thanksgiving, the kids and I are going to visit Peter's family." She looked around guiltily. "In Springfield.", she added. "Lauren, what about Brenda? You'll miss seeing her!", replied her mother. She looked over at Peter and said, "Brenda's our middle girl, your age. She works out in San Francisco and comes home for Thanksgiving." Lauren nodded her understanding, but remained firm. "She also comes home at Christmas, and I'll see her then. Oh, by the way, I just got an email this morning from Christy! You'll get a snail mail soon. She's coming home for Christmas, too!" Shirley gasped and Frank gave a surprised look. "Just her? Did she get leave or something?" "No, all of them, her, Bob, and Little Bobby. It's not just leave, she's being transferred someplace in Texas and they'll be able to spend a week here, in route!" Peter looked at her and asked, "She's the one in the Army? Where's she stationed now?" "Air Force.", corrected Lauren. "Somewhere in Sicily, near Messina, I think. Her husband Bob is a civilian contract programmer with them. Oh, this is going to be so good! They've been away almost three years." After dinner, cake, and ice cream, Lauren's parents and mother-in-law went home. Despite the presence of cable, nothing good seemed to be on the television. When Heather suggested a game of Parcheesi, Holly agreed and Jimmy complained. It was only when Robby admitted to not knowing how to play that he changed his mind and agreed to join in. As the two teens and the children began playing at the dining room table, Lauren settled down on the couch next to Peter. "Can we talk about today?", she asked. "I'd like that.", Peter replied. "First off, I just want to say how sorry I was, I am, I mean. I have been treating you like a real shit for the entire week." "I still don't understand what the problem is.", he said. "No, I don't suppose I explained myself well at all." Lauren looked away briefly, then turned back to him. "Do you remember that time when I asked you if we were moving forward, and you said 'Yes'? Maybe I was the one who wasn't ready for the answer. When the question was reversed, I was the one who couldn't answer." "I don't..." "No, let me explain. You once told me that every day we were together was new territory for you, right?" Peter shrugged. "That was me, King of the One Night Stands. So?" "Well, this is territory I've been in before! I've been to Thanksgiving dinner with the boyfriend. I've had a man buy presents for me with the kids. I've had a man buy me what I think is out in your Jeep right now." She blushed at this, especially when Peter smiled and nodded. "That guy was my husband." She continued, "So here I am, asking you if you can move forward, and I'm the one who can't face the logical conclusion when we do move forward. Pathetic, huh? I'm just so sorry about this afternoon. I do want to keep moving forward. Do you? Please?" Peter wrapped an arm around her should and hugged her slim body against his. "I do want to keep seeing you. Maybe more. I don't know... the idea of quickies and one night stands isn't very appealing to me anymore. I do know that I like being with you and around you, and I like being around you and the kids. I'm still not all that sure about becoming Daddy at one fell swoop, and I sure haven't asked you to marry me, but I do want to keep seeing you, and maybe take it further. Is that all right with you? Or were you expecting a total commitment tonight?" Lauren shook her head in the negative. "No, that's not what I want. I just want to know that it's not simply laughs and giggles in the sack, okay? I think we've got something more than that, too. Are we still invited to your parents' house?" "Yeah, sure. Don't go thinking this is some grand adventure. My mom hosts thirty to forty people at Thanksgiving, it's a real zoo! You'll probably be sorry you came!", he answered with a laugh. He rubbed her arm suggestively. "Now, about that present out on my front seat..." Lauren leaned over and kissed him quickly. "Later, after the kids go to bed." Lauren cuddled next to Peter on the couch, enjoying the warmth of his embrace, and occasionally looking up to watch the children playing Parcheesi in the dining room. Jimmy managed to win the first game, loudly bragging about his abilities, but Robby managed to beat him in the second. By the time the second finished, Holly had sleepily climbed onto Heather's lap and allowed the teen to play for her. At the end of the second game, Lauren announced that it was bed time. Jimmy gave a pro forma argument before heading upstairs, but Heather ended up carrying Holly. Robby waited in the dining room and cleaned up the board and game pieces. When Heather came back downstairs, she took her boyfriend by the hand and led him down to the basement, saying, "I just want to talk to Robby for a bit before he goes home." There was an audible CLICK as the basement door latched from the inside. After the teens had left, Peter commented, "The amazing thing is that she can say that with such a straight face." "Now be nice. Robby's a nice boy and I'm sure they're talking.", replied Lauren, barely keeping her own face straight. "Yeah, but I don't think the kind of intercourse they're interested in involves conversational skills.", Peter said. Lauren snorted. "Oh, and you would have been so much more conversational at sixteen?" "Hey, I'm not complaining. Robby's got the perfect girlfriend. She's absolutely gorgeous, screws like a bunny, and has her own apartment. She's a walking wet dream for a teenaged boy!" "You sound like you're auditioning for my replacement!", commented Lauren. "Oh, no.", countered Peter. "I'm just saying, she's rather... motivational." "Motivation!", squawked Lauren. "I'll show you motivation!" She set down her wine glass and slid onto Peter's lap, sitting sideways, then wrapped her arms around his neck. Pulling his face to hers, she began kissing him hotly and wetly, tonguing him furiously, even as she rubbed her sweater clad breasts against his body. After several minutes she pulled away and asked, "So, how's that for motivation?" Peter kept a straight face but nodded. "A good effort, maybe a very good effort. Certainly rates a B, maybe even a B+." "What!? You son of a bitch! You want me to get Heather up here for a side-by-side comparison?", Lauren protested. Peter kept his arms wrapped around her. "Hey, I didn't say anything about that, did I? No, that's your idea. However, now that you mention it, a mother-daughter act does sound very motivational." "Mother and daughter! Oh, you really are pushing your luck tonight!", she said with a smile. Peter shrugged with a look of pious innocence on his face. "I'm just saying, I mean, you are an older woman..." "Older woman!" "... and Benjamin Franklin said that the best thing about older women was that they were so grateful." Lauren gave a quiet bellow of fury and tried to elbow Peter in the ribs. Peter had been expecting something of the sort and twisted to avoid the blow, then wrapped his arms around her tightly. They wrestled briefly on the couch until Lauren was forced to give in to his greater strength, and found her hands pinned behind her back, with one of his legs trapping her own, and laying arched across his lap. She struggled briefly then stopped, and looked up at him with a smile. "Were you planning on letting me go?" Peter took his free hand and began rubbing it along Lauren's waist where her sweater had come loose. He slipped it underneath and up her torso, to cup and fondle her bra-encased breasts, tugging the cups low and running his fingers across her nipples. Lauren moaned as he tormented her, smiling down at her the entire time. Finally, he pulled his hand out from under her shirt and placed it at her crotch, pressing firmly against her and feeling the moist warmth coming from her cunt. She began writhing beneath his touch. Peter slipped his lips away from hers, to run across her throat to her neck. He began nuzzling and kissing the tender flesh, and his lover began writhing under his touch. Lauren moaned as a small orgasm swept through her overheated pussy. Peter relented and allowed her to sit up. Lauren got her breathing back under control and said quietly, "Well, I certainly feel motivated!" Just as she was on the verge of orgasm, he pulled his hands away and let her up. "Maybe you'd like to see what was in that package out in my car?", he asked. She sat upright and rearranged her clothing, then stood and smiled. "Maybe. Why don't you go look for another bottle of wine in the refrigerator while I go outside. The fresh air will probably cool me down some." Peter grinned and helped Lauren up and off the couch, then headed into the kitchen. By the time he had returned to the living room with a bottle of Merlot and a cork screw, Lauren had set the package on the coffee table and had pulled a pair of wineglasses out of the china cabinet. She waited for him to open and pour the wine, then opened the wrapping and sipped the wine as she examined the contents. "Very interesting. Why don't you wait right here and give me a few minutes to come back down." She stood up and carried her wine and the package towards the stairs. Surprised, Peter said, "What, here, in the living room?" Lauren gave a happy shrug. "It's not like we can go downstairs, is it?" "What about if the kids..." "Well, they'll just end up seeing Mommy being a nasty, nasty lady, won't they?", she finished. In fact, Lauren wasn't at all worried about being interrupted; it was late and the children had been exhausted from the party. She headed up the stairs and went into her bedroom. She wasn't sure whether the outfit was a Basque or a 'Merry Widow'. She already had a similar outfit that Gary had given her, in white and with tiny shoulder straps. She wasn't sure how this would fit, and whether her tits would sag and flop out of the open cups without the support of the straps. She stripped off her clothing and then freshened up before wrapping the corset around her waist and doing up the hooks-and-eyes. After putting it on and adjusting her large breasts in the cups, she was pleased to note that she hadn't really sagged any in the years since she had last worn an outfit like this. She pulled her black spike heels from the closet and sat on the bed, then opened the package of stockings. It took her a few minutes to adjust the garters properly, then she strapped on the high heels and stood up. One last adjustment and she put on the see-through black robe, and she marched proudly down the hall, carrying her now empty wineglass. "I think I need a refill.", she said, handing her glass to Peter. He had turned off all the lights after lighting several candles which he had placed strategically around the living room. He had also gotten more casual himself, kicking off his shoes and stripping off his socks, and opening his shirt and pulling it out of his pants. Lauren didn't think it would take her very long at all to remove what was left. Peter smiled and poured her glass as she slowly pirouetted before him. "Do you like it?", she asked coquettishly. "Oh, yeah!", answered Peter nodding vigorously. "Very nice!" Lauren smiled at him, her eyes twinkling over the glass of wine as she sipped from it. "Maybe you'd like to sit down so that I can say thank you." Peter immediately plopped down on the couch, not quite sure what his thank you was going to be, but positive he'd enjoy it. He was absolutely correct. Lauren knelt before him and unbuckled his belt and then undid the zipper on his pants. She tugged them and his shorts down his legs leaving Peter naked from the waist down. His cock waved stiffly before her, so hard that it was practically throbbing, the head a bulbous purple knob with a pearly droplet of precome forming at the end. She began to gently rake a fingernail along the shaft, then leaned forward and gently sucked his cockhead between her lips. She sucked it briefly, then pulled away and said, "I am very, very motivated tonight." She took his cock into her mouth and gave another couple of sucks, then continued as she stroked his cockshaft softly. "I am so sorry about my behavior." Suck, suck! "Can you forgive me?" Suck! "I want to make up for how I was." Suck, suck! "I'm going to be very good to you tonight." Suck, suck, suck! "I want you to come in my mouth." Suck, suck! "Then as soon as you get hard again..." Suck! "... I'll do anything you want." Suck, suck! "Anything!" Exasperated by the delaying tactic and practically going out of his mind, Peter placed his hands on the back of Lauren's head and pushed her face onto his cock. When she was sucking it felt like his dick was about to explode. Lauren began sucking in earnest, and Peter gasped as she reached between his legs and ran a finger around the rim of his asshole. Groaning, Peter's hips began twitching and his cock began spurting a week's load of come into her mouth. Lauren swallowed every drop. As Peter sagged back into the couch, Lauren smiled up from where she was kissing his limp cock and asked, "Am I forgiven?" He nodded absently. "Probably. I think I may have to give you another chance to show exactly how sorry you are, but yeah, I think I'll probably forgive you." "Well, until your friend comes back, I might just have to keep myself occupied.", she replied. Lauren began rubbing her hands over her cupped breasts. Peter decided to help. Pulling her upright so that she was standing in front of him, he leaned forward and placed his face at her crotch. Extending his tongue, he reached around her and placed his hands on her ass, then pulled her firmly forward. He began to vigorously lick her pussy, running his tongue the length of the slit and concentrating on her clit. Pussy juice began flowing freely as she became even more excited and Peter licked it up greedily. As soon as he felt his cock stiffen sufficiently to be useful again, Peter pulled his face away and leaned back on the couch. Lauren looked down to see his prick standing erect, then crawled on top of him. Straddling his thighs, she lowered herself onto his cock, and he slid up into her greasy hot pussy and bottomed out. It was Lauren's turn to groan in bliss as she began slowly moving over him. Peter smiled at the disarray her robe was in and undid the belt, then pulled it down and off her. She pulled his shirt off as well. "I'm thirsty.", commented Peter. "Can you reach the wine and the glasses?" Lauren's eyes widened at this, but she said, "I'll try." Peter placed his hands on her hips and steadied her as she reached over to the end table and snagged the wine bottle and their glasses. She handed them to her lover, who refreshed them as she bounced on his cock slowly. He silently toasted her, then began pinching her nipples as they bounced in front of him. An elaborate shudder ran through Lauren's body as she orgasmed. "Don't stop!", she begged, and Peter finished his wine and set the glass aside. He now could use both hands, and one stayed at her tits as the other slipped between them and began flicking across her clit. Lauren gasped and moaned, and her cunt began spasming as she came massively. This proved more than Peter could handle. He groaned himself and felt a spurt of jism practically lift Lauren off his lap. He kept pumping up into her grasping cunt until he was totally drained. Lauren moved to refill the wine glasses, emptying the bottle as she did so, as well as draining her pussy somewhat. Peter's softening prick slid out of her wide-spread pussy, followed closely by a trickle of his come. Lauren smiled and climbed off his lap, then knelt between his outstretched legs. "I'm wondering... If I get you cleaned up and give you some more motivation, do you think you could manage another go?" Peter snorted but grinned. "It'd have to be one hell of a lot of motivation! You're wearing me out!" "I'll give it a shot.", she replied. She extended her tongue and began licking up the mixture of pussy juice and jism that was coating Peter's limp cock and matting his pubic hair. It took her at least fifteen minutes before she considered his dick clean enough, and though it wasn't stiff, it was beginning to show signs of impending life. Smiling, she climbed back up and sat at his side, to gently fondle his slowly stiffening organ. "I was wondering what you wanted to do next.", she asked. "Oh, Peter, I love you so much! Please, what do you want to do?" Peter wrapped an arm around her bare shoulders and hugged her against him, enjoying the feel of her massive breasts rubbing against him. "Uh... well, whatever you want. What did you want to do?" "Oh, Peter, why don't you fuck me in the ass! Oh, please, I know you like it! I'll do whatever you want! You do like assfucking, I know you do!" Peter gave her a startled look, but nodded and smiled. "Well, yes, I do, but a lot of ladies don't. You enjoy it, don't you? At least, on occasion, anyway, right?" Lauren nodded as she continued stroking his cock. It still wasn't stiff enough to fuck, but it was filling out nicely. "Not the first time anyway. My second boyfriend, my senior year in high school, he talked me into it one time. I was terrified and he was hurrying so fast, well, it was over almost as soon as it started, and it HURT! I almost broke up with him over that, and we never did it again." "So, what made you like it?", he asked, curious. He gently tweaked her nipples and Lauren smiled blissfully. 'It was Gary.", she replied. "One night, back when we were still newlyweds, we were really going at it. Sort of like tonight - I was drinking and we'd already screwed once or twice, and I was just so turned on! Anyway, I was kneeling on the bed and he was behind me really slamming it to me and playing with my asshole at the same time. I was just going absolutely nuts! So there we were, fucking up a storm, when he pulled out and just slipped it up my ass! It wasn't like that first time at all, it felt sort of good, and then when he started shoving it in again, it felt even better. I simply came so damn HARD!" "Wow! I guess I ought to thank him, wherever he is.", Peter joked, rolling his eyes heavenward. "What about you? How did you learn to assfuck?", she asked. She glanced down at his prick. It was almost ready to go. Peter's eyes widened at that, as the memory came back. "Well, it wasn't my idea, actually. I was dating this one chick in college and we had just started getting... physical. So anyway, our first date she simply gave me a couple of blow jobs and I returned the favor. But our second date - she takes me back to her dorm room and we get undressed. We do some 69, then she digs out a tube of KY and kneels on the bed. She says I can't fuck her in the pussy, 'cause she's going to be a virgin when she gets married. Instead, she wants me to fuck her in the ass! Damn near floored me, let me tell you!" "You managed to go through with it, though, didn't you?", teased Lauren. "Several times, in fact. Anyway, since then, I've sort of learned some of the ins and outs..." Lauren groaned at the pun. "... and even if a lot of women don't like it, a lot do!" "Well, I do, at least sometimes. I've got to get loosened up a bit first, and very horny, but then I love it!" "Lay down across my lap and I'll loosen you up.", he said. Lauren eagerly lay face down across his lap on the couch, and Peter gazed down on her perfect ass, framed so pleasantly by the 'Merry Widow' on her torso and the dark stockings on her legs. He used the fingers on one hand to gently spread her asscheeks apart, then used the middle finger of his other hand to touch and tease her anus. Lauren practically jumped at his touch, but didn't flinch away and instead spread her legs apart. Peter continued by reaching between her legs to her shaved pussy and slipped a finger inside. Lubricating himself with the mix of come and juice still inside, he brought forth his finger and gently pried open her rectum, to slip it inside. He stopped at the first knuckle, then began to wriggle it around inside her ass. Lauren squealed and writhed under his hands, and he pushed the digit in further. Within moments he was almost twirling it around inside, thrusting and curling as Lauren moaned and orgasmed spread out across him. After he pushed a second finger inside, Lauren gasped and began begging for him to fuck her in the ass. He continued to torment her, taking her through a second anal come before pulling his fingers loose. Lauren flopped down on the couch, upright, then scooted her ass forward so that it was on the edge of the cushions. "I want you to assfuck me this way, so I can watch you.", she asked. She drew her knees up so that they were almost touching her tits, and spread her legs apart. Then she reached around and pulled her asscheeks apart. Peter smiled at the unbelievably erotic display before him. He dropped to the floor and knelt between her legs. Grasping his cock, he gave it a couple of quick thrusts into her pussy to grease it up, then pulled back and aimed it at her asshole. After a few seconds, he had slipped his cockhead inside. Lauren moaned, her eyes partially closing with a look both pain and pleasure. "Oh, fuck me in the ass!", she begged him, and Peter pushed in with an exquisite slowness. Peter watched as Lauren's mouth ovalled in a wordless groan of enjoyment as he finally bottomed out, and he rested there briefly. Then Lauren looked him straight in the eye. "Fuck me hard, Peter, fuck me in the ass hard! I feel so full and so dirty and so nasty... assfucking makes me feel like such a nasty fucking slut! Fuck my ass, Peter, fuck my ass!" Peter began bucking against her as she cried out and mumbled encouragements, moaning as she came. It seemed like an endless orgasm to him. It seemed as if he had just started before he slammed in one last time, his back arching as he spewed what seemed like an endless river of come into her ass. Peter collapsed, his chest heaving, onto Lauren, even as tears of joy poured forth from her eyes. They lay in each other's embrace for several minutes, then disentangled and stood. Peter grabbed his clothing and went through the kitchen to the half-bath off the hall. Lauren cleaned herself up at the kitchen sink. By the time she had composed herself and pulled the black transparent robe back on, Peter had dressed and come back. They kissed again, then walked hand in hand to the front door. Peter opened the closet door and pulled his coat out, and when he closed it, Lauren looked at herself in the full length mirror. "Oh my God!", she gasped as she looked closer, twisting her neck around. "You gave me a hickey!" "Hmmm?", asked Peter curiously. He looked at Lauren's neck and laughed. "Well, you'll be a hit at the water fountain tomorrow." "It's not funny!", she squawked. "What am I going to say when my boss asks me what happened?" Peter shrugged. "You can always tell him that your boyfriend gave it to you, right before he buttfucked you." Lauren looked at him sharply, then laughed herself. "And maybe I'll just wear a turtleneck sweater." "Maybe.", he agreed. Lauren wrapped her arms around Peter's neck and kissed him. "Good night. I love you." "I love you, too." He opened the door, then turned back. "You know, that's the first time I've ever told a woman I loved her after sleeping with her? I guess I really do love you." He bent down and gave her a quick kiss. "Good night. Call me." "Maybe I can motivate you sometime this week.", she replied. ------- Chapter 18: Halloween Halloween fell on a Friday that year and Peter had been invited to join the festivities at the Graham home. By the time he showed up at six, it was already getting dark. Robby Jones' rattletrap pickup truck was parked out front, threatening to rust apart in the road, so Peter pulled into the driveway, parking behind Lauren's minivan. He went to the door and rang the doorbell. The door opened to show Jimmy already in costume, accompanied by Goldy. The retriever gave a pleasant bark and scampered away, and Peter said, "Trick or treat!" "Trick!", decided Jimmy with a smile, who then let the guest in anyway. Peter followed the boy into the kitchen. Inside he saw Robby sitting at the kitchen table drinking from a glass of some odd orange-ish concoction. Heather was kneeling on the floor in front of Holly, adjusting the little girl's outfit. "Hi, Peter!", the tyke said with a big smile. "I'm a fairy princess!" Peter smiled. Holly was wearing a short blue party dress with about ten layers of lace petticoats underneath. She was carrying a short plastic wand with a star on the end, and a silvery plastic tiara. She also had several stars and moons painted on her cheeks. "And a very pretty one, too!", he replied. He looked over at Jimmy. The eight-year-old's outfit was a little more involved but not by much. He was wearing dark pants and an orange-and-black sweater, a black cape, and an orange-and-black scarf, along with some obviously fake glasses. A jagged red scar had been painted on his forehead. "Harry Potter?", he asked. Jimmy grinned. He was heavily into the Harry Potter books and movies, and knew every single spell and curse. Pulling out his wand, which looked very much to Peter like a drumstick painted black, he pointed it at Peter and cried, "Expelliarum!" "Okay, you got me. Where's your mom?" Heather answered. "She's upstairs getting dressed." "Why, is there a party?", he asked. "No, I just wanted to be pretty for my family and friends.", answered Lauren, coming down the stairs and into the kitchen. Holly spoke up first. "You look very pretty, Mommy!" Peter looked his lover over and had to agree. In keeping with the holiday motif, Lauren was wearing a long black jersey dress, very tight and form-fitting, and cut low enough in the front and back to raise considerable doubt about the presence of any foundation garments. She was wearing some kind of black stockings or hose, black heels, and large gold loops in her ears. Peter could also smell perfume. "Wow! If he's the trick,", he said, pointing at her son, "Are you the treat?" Lauren smiled at this. She hugged Peter and whispered into his ear, "You'll just have to find out later." At that point the doorbell rang and Robby scampered out to the living room to answer it. Peter followed at a slower pace, to discover that some early ghosts and goblins were already on the prowl. The first people out were the young mothers with small children, some still in strollers, out in groups before it got too late. Robby handed out some small packets of candy from a punch bowl on the buffet, explaining the procedure to Peter as he did so. Peter laughed. "Robby, I've done this before, you know." "Hey, I'm just following orders." Peter wandered back to the kitchen, leaving Robby to deal with the next group. Both Jimmy and Holly were drinking the orange drink in a punch bowl. "Hey, what is that stuff?", he asked. "Pumpkin juice!", answered Jimmy. "Pumpkin juice?" Lauren smiled and filled a cup with some and handed it to him. "It's very popular at Hogwarts.", she explained. Then in a lower voice, she said, "It's actually just orange soda and pineapple juice." Peter tried his and found it very sweet and carbonated. It would be perfect for children. He made a face. "It's awful." He went to the pantry and rooted around on the top shelf for the bottle of vodka he knew Lauren kept there. Her eyes widened as she saw what he was up to, but she smiled and refilled the mugs and then held them out to him. Peter poured a shot into each mug, ignoring Robby and Heather when they tried to barge in with their mugs. Lauren stirred her mug with a fingertip them sampled it. "That's pretty bad.", she announced. Peter sipped his. "Yeah, but by the third or fourth, you won't care!" Lauren nodded and sampled it again. It might not even take that long. "What's the plan for tonight?", he asked. "Well, these two go trick-or-treating with Heather and Jimmy while you and I hold down the fort. Then afterwards, they're going to a Halloween party." She pointed at the two teens for further explanation. With that, Heather announced that they were ready, and she and Robby grabbed their coats. It was cool out, but not cold, and both children were wearing long underwear under their outfits. They grabbed some bags for candy and headed out the front door, Holly holding Heather's hand, Jimmy bounding ahead, and Robby following behind. "How long are they going to be out?", asked Peter. He was standing behind Lauren and was rubbing his hands across her rump. She didn't seem to be wearing panties either. Lauren laughed and pushed him back. "Behave! It's not like we're going to be alone!" As a pointed reminder, the doorbell rang with the next group of spooks. Later on she explained that she expected the kids to be gone for at least a couple of hours. In addition to the trick-or-treating, the teens were going to take the kids over to the fire house for the annual Halloween party and costume judging. They would be back sometime between eight-thirty and nine. "Curse, foiled again!", he replied dramatically. Still, there were several moments when children were absent long enough for him to snuggle up to Lauren and allow his fingers to do the walking. Lauren protested at first, but after several servings of Peter's version of 'pumpkin juice' wasn't complaining at all. By the time the four youths returned, Peter had been able to determine that Lauren wasn't wearing a bra, was wearing stockings and not hose, and wasn't wearing panties either. On several occasions Lauren had gone to the door and served out candy flushed and breathing hard. While Heather went downstairs to change and Robby went upstairs to the bathroom to change, Lauren supervised the sorting of the 'loot' in the kitchen. Peter supervised this as well, though Jimmy complained that the supervision consisted of picking out the good stuff. The sorting ended just about the time the two teens returned to the kitchen. Robby was first, cleaned up and wearing jeans and a nice shirt. "No costume?", asked Peter curiously. Robby shook his head. "No, it's just a party, nothing fancy." "Where's it at?", asked Lauren. "I don't know.", answered Heather, coming up the stairs and into the kitchen. Both Robby and Peter gave the girl wolf whistles as she entered, and Heather grinned and pirouetted before them. Heather was roughly the same size and shape as Lauren, and had borrowed the little black dress the older woman had worn while bar-hopping with Peter in Brockton. If anything, it looked to be even more form-fitting and tight than on Lauren. She was wearing black fishnet hose and high heels, and had a pointed witch's cap on her head. While her normal makeup was done with a very light touch, tonight she had vamped things up a bit, with a dark red lipstick and plenty of mascara. She looked gorgeous and exotic. It took a second for Robby to tear his eyes away and answer Lauren's question. "It's at Buddy Gilette's, over in Bay Shore." "Since when do you hang out with Buddy Gilette?", asked Heather. Gilette was part of the 'in-crowd', very popular, handsome, with fairly rich parents, and lived in a ritzy suburb and drove a fancy black Trans Am. He and Robby were definitely not part of the same crowd. "I don't, but Rocky Bullings does, and he invited us." Rocky was a friend of both Heather and Robby's. "Does this Buddy Gilette know you're coming?", asked Lauren. Robby nodded. "Yeah, he heard Rocky invite us and yelled over for us to come." He shrugged and smiled. "Come on, we'll get to see how the other half lives." He led Heather out to the foyer and helped her into her jacket, then grabbed his and led her out to his truck. "No drinking!", called out Lauren as they left. Back in the kitchen, Lauren finished candy duties with her children, and sent them off to bed. She refreshed hers and Peter's 'pumpkin juices' and followed him into the living room. They talked briefly until the pajama clad children ran downstairs for good night kisses, then she led them back upstairs and tucked them in. Fifteen minutes later she had returned to the living room. She found Peter sitting in an armchair, sipping his drink and gazing out the front window. Lauren came around and sat sideways on his lap. Peter instinctively wrapped his arms around her and asked, "So what's next on the schedule?" Lauren smiled. "Well, I figure that Robby and Heather will be gone for two or three hours. I say we give the Daring Duo upstairs a half hour to fall asleep and then maybe we can sneak downstairs for a bit. Hmmm?" "You've put in a reservation?", he asked, setting his drink down and running his hands along her sides. "Let's just say that what Heather doesn't know won't hurt her." She bent forward and lowered her lips to his. ------- The Gilette house wasn't really a mansion, which was what Heather thought it was as they got near it. It was simply something upscale in an upscale neighborhood, a big house on a big lot with a big price tag. Neither teen was familiar with the area, and even though it was in their school district it was definitely on the outskirts. As they drove down the street searching for house numbers on homes that were set so far back it was impossible to read them, they noticed a house at the end of the block all lit up and with a bunch of cars parked in the driveway and on the road. Several were even parked helter-skelter across the front lawn. Robby found a spot half way down the block and parked. A stereo inside was blasting out hard rock fairly loud, and Robby had to hang on the door bell for a bit before their presence was acknowledged. He supposed he could have simply opened the door and barged in, but that seemed a bit brazen. He wasn't a close friend with their host, Buddy Gilette. Buddy was a senior, a year ahead of both he and Heather, and moved in the rarified strata of the movers and shakers among the student body. Partly this was because his family had money and he got a very healthy allowance; this got him the decent clothes and the fancy car and plenty of money to take girls out with. He was also tall and slim, ruggedly handsome with a Fu Manchu mustache, and on the basketball team. His younger sister, Cheryl, opened the door and let Robby and Heather in, and it was then that the two teens began wondering just what sort of party they were at. Cheryl was a year behind them, and Heather remembered that the girl's birthday was in mid-December; she was still only fourteen, at least for a few more weeks. Regardless, she was wearing skintight jeans and a sequined blouse that was completely open, showing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Cheryl's eyes were slightly glassy as she greeted them loudly and invited them in. "Come on in! The party's just getting good!" She held up half a six-pack by the plastic retainer. "Want a beer?" Without even waiting for the answer, she peeled off two beers and handed them over, then peeled off the last for herself. Popping the top, she tilted her head back and chugged about half the can. In the process her blouse opened up even further, exposing one of her small and pert tits completely. She didn't seem concerned, draining the beer in a second swallow, then said, "Well, come on!" She turned and stumbled back down the hallway, leaving Robby and Heather in the foyer. "Jesus Christ!", muttered Heather. Robby shrugged his shoulders at his date, not quite knowing what to say, then popped the top on his own beer can. While neither teen was a teetotaler, neither were they completely innocent, either. Robby handed his beer to his date and took off his jacket, then helped Heather off with hers, hanging them both on the same hanger and stuffing them in the overflowing closet. Taking her by the hand, he led Heather down the hallway in the direction Cheryl had gone. The first room they came to was the living room, and they didn't go in. The lights were dimmed and the stereo was in the corner blasting away, and two couples, one on the couch and the other laying on the floor, were involved in some pretty heavy kissing and necking. Neither Robby nor Heather wanted to intrude, so they kept moving on. Continuing through the house, they passed through the kitchen, where somebody was mixing a bottle of vodka into a punch bowl. He grinned at them and said, "The fun's downstairs. Come on!" He carefully lifted the punch bowl and led the way down a set of steps into what was obviously a family room. Down in the family room, dim with about a half-dozen candles lit, their host, Buddy Gilette, was holding court, in his own inimitable fashion. He was sitting on the floor, leaning back against some pillows, and around him were three girls and two other guys. Most were in some stage of undress, well into some form of drinking game, and a joint was being passed around. "Come on in!", he ordered, just as the girl next to him peeled off her T-shirt, leaving her in bra and panties. "Uh, thanks, we're going to look around first.", replied Robby nervously. He pulled Heather back and went back upstairs. Heading upstairs, Heather mentioned she needed to find a bathroom. The one off the foyer had a teenager vomiting into the toilet, so they went upstairs and down the hall. The first door they opened showed not a bathroom but one of the bedrooms. In point of fact, the bed was occupied. A pair of naked teenagers was screwing vigorously on top of the bedspread. Heather and Robby stared incredulously at the sight for a minute before they were noticed. The guy on top of the girl, Jack Bowman, looked over at them and said, "Hey, either come in or stay out, but close the door!" Beneath him, a girl neither Robby nor Heather recognized but knew wasn't Jack's regular girl, said, "Yeah, come in and join us." Heather closed the door. "Let's go.", she said flatly. Robby nodded and drained his beer. Their path back through the house was slightly different, and as they passed by what seemed to be the den, they looked inside to find Cheryl helping out one of the guests. She was doing this topless, kneeling between his outstretched legs and his pants were down around his ankles; he was getting a hell of a hummer. Further on, they passed by the entrance to the party room. The party was in full swing now, all six were naked. Two girls were laying in Buddy Gilette's lap and tag team sucking his cock. The other two guys had the remaining girl kneeling between them, and one was fucking her pussy while the other was fucking her mouth. Heather was silent as Robby drove her home. He repeatedly told her, "I had no idea!", but it didn't seem to be taking. Neither of them had seen his friend Rocky. It was a very cold drive home. Even before Robby had completely parked, Heather jumped out of his truck and headed towards the front door under a full head of steam. Robby ran after her, catching her at the door, only to find it slamming in his face. He kicked out a foot and wedged it in the door, then followed her inside. Neither teen noticed the pair of adults hurriedly pulling their clothes together on the couch. "I don't want to talk about it. You should go home, Robby. I never want to see you again!", yelled Heather. "But I swear, I didn't know! I wouldn't do that..." "What's the matter?", demanded Lauren. She had managed to tuck her tits back inside the top of her dress and neither noted in the dim light her flushed face. "He took me to a... a sex orgy!", sputtered Heather. "I never want to see him again!" She wheeled and headed down to her basement apartment. "Robby?!", demanded Lauren. "I swear to God, I had no idea what kind of party it was going to be! Jesus, I didn't want to be there either!" Peter wandered over after surreptitiously zipping his trousers up. Robby explained the goings on at the party. "And where was your friend?", asked Lauren. "I have no idea! I never saw him. Maybe he took off, too." Robby shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "You got to believe me! I'd never do that..." Lauren let out a loud and exhausted sigh. "Okay, let me talk to her. You stay here." As soon as she had opened the door to the basement, Heather yelled up, "Has he left yet? He's a, a pervert!" Lauren rolled her eyes and went down to the basement. Robby looked over at Peter and said, "I didn't know!" Peter smiled at the boy's problem. "Sonny, right now it doesn't matter! Your only hope in hell is complete surrender. You need to conduct some serious ass kissing if you ever want to make it up to her." "Should I leave?" Robby looked on the verge of tears. "No, you do what you were told - stay put." Down in the basement, Lauren found Heather tearing a photo of Robby into tiny shreds of paper. "Sounds like you've had an interesting night?", commented Lauren. Heather gave a small shriek of disbelief, but Lauren continued. "I believe Robby, hun. I don't think he knew any more than you did." "I don't want to talk about it." "Honey, let me ask you. Did Robby ever say or do anything that said that he didn't want to leave?" Heather looked at her, then shook her head. "And did he ever say that he wanted to stay? To join in?" Heather silently shook her head, now with a slightly sheepish look. "Didn't he bring you right home? Leave his friends? He could have stayed or asked if you wanted to fool around, but he didn't, did he?" Heather gave another little shriek of anger, then rolled her eyes to the ceiling and back. "I'm just so angry! Why did we have to go there?!" "If he didn't know, you really can't blame him, can you?" Lauren's calm certainty was wearing the teen down. "Robby's terribly upset. He had no idea what was going to happen. He really wants to come down and apologize, sweetie. I think you ought to at least let him apologize before you throw him out." A final shriek was followed by, "All right. He can say he's sorry and then he's out of here! I never want to see him again!" Lauren was smiling to herself as she went back up the stairs. She sent Robby down with explicit instructions to simply say he was sorry, over and over again. Peter smiled at her. "She over her mad yet?" "Not just yet, but she's getting there. I had no such idea those sorts of parties really went on, at least around here!" "Oh, yeah!" Lauren's eyes opened wide. "Don't tell me... you haven't..." Peter grinned. "No, not really, though there was that time with the three cheerleaders..." Lauren stopped this line of thought with a solid jab to his ribs. "Hey, just kidding, just kidding. Actually, I really had two thoughts. First, that Robby was going to have to do some major apologizing to get his butt out of this sling." "Yeah. And second?" "Well, did you get the address for that party?" Lauren punched her lover a second time, then walked with him back into the living room. "Now, I think we simply have to wait about fifteen minutes before we can start doing what we were about to start doing before." Peter gave her an amused look and silently indicated she should continue, even as she settled back onto his lap. "If she's really pissed at him and throws him out, he'll be gone in five minutes and we can begin fooling around. Otherwise, if we don't see him inside of fifteen, then he'll be making it up to her and we can still begin fooling around." Peter laughed and kissed her. "You're sure?" Lauren unzipped his pants and reached inside to play with his stiff prick. "Trust me. I know what goes on in my own house." Peter gave her a curious look and Lauren grinned. "I have heard the two of them going at it more than once. Heather is even noisier than I am, and Robby grunts and groans like a bull elephant. If he hasn't left in a few minutes, I'll check at the stairs. I'll know if they're dancing the humpety-bumpety." "Oh really? So where do I rate on the noisy scale?", he asked with a laugh. "The humpety-bumpety?!" Lauren stroked his stiff prick. "You!? You're Mister Silent Passion! You just huff and puff away. It's not very inspirational, if you ask me. Now us noisy girls, we like to inspire some passion, you know, by urging you guys on." She knelt down at his feet and began licking and sucking his cockhead. "This is simply the opening steps to the humpety-bumpety. There's lots more to the dance." ------- Robby crept silently down the stairs, not quite sure what was about to happen. He had nowhere near as definite an idea of the future as Lauren did up in the living room. When he reached the bottom, he looked across the apartment to where Heather was standing in front of her dresser. He walked closer and the girl turned to face him. "I thought you were leaving. I don't want to see you again, not ever!" The words tore at Robby's heart, even as he moved up to her. "I am so sorry, Heather. I never had any idea what was going on there." Heather turned away, to face the dresser and the mirror over it, crossing her arms as she did so. "Fine. I think you should leave now." Robby noted that she seemed rather short, then noticed that she had kicked off the black high heels she had been wearing. Now she was simply wearing the borrowed black dress and the fishnet stockings. He gently reached out and placed his hands on her upper arms. The girl flinched slightly but did not move or shrug him off. "Please, Heather, you have to believe me!" He lowered his face and kissed the side of her neck. Heather shivered, but stifled the gasp that she felt at his touch. "You should leave. I'm very angry with you." Robby gently moved the girl's long brown hair to one side and began nuzzling and kissing her neck and shoulders. They had been lovers long enough for Robby to know some of the spots that would turn Heather wild, and this was a major erogenous zone for the girl. He reached around with his arms and held her against him, with his hands caressing her beneath her large breasts. "I know.", he murmured into her ear, even as he licked her ear lobe. "I'm so sorry and want to make it up to you." "I'm angry, very, very angry!", she repeated, more to herself than to him. Robby continued kissing and licking her neck, shoulders, and ears. In addition, he brought his hands up to cup and fondle her massive tits through the thin fabric of the minidress. This definitely caused Heather to gasp, and her back arched as she began responding to his touch. Emboldened, Robby brought one of his hands back and undid the zipper running down the back of the dress. He slipped his hand inside, to touch her warm flesh, and at the same time, slipped his other hand inside the low cut bodice of the dress to directly fondle and caress her very aroused breasts. Heather moaned and watched with slitted eyes in the mirror as her boyfriend began undressing her. He was pushing every single one of her hot buttons, playing with her neck and shoulders, tweaking her large and very sensitive nipples, even licking her earlobes as he whispered words of love to her. Even when he began peeling the dress down off her arms, he only used a single hand; the other stayed busy touching her naked flesh. Robby did need to use both hands to push the dress down below her hips, but as he did, he remembered Peter's final words about serious ass-kissing. Smiling to himself, he began nibbling down Heather's spinal column, an act which caused involuntary shivers and moans to come forth form her panting lips. As he did, he carefully knelt down, then peeled the dress down her legs to leave her standing in her fishnet hose and black thong panty. These he pulled down next, and he promptly began to lick and kiss Heather's ass. He covered the perfect twin globes with hot and wet kisses, even going so far as to slip his tongue into the crack and toy with the rim of her asshole, an act which the girl had never even heard of, but enjoyed nonetheless. Robby helped Heather step out of her clothes, then twisted the girl so that she was facing towards him. Directly before him was her pussy, still untouched yet practically pulsing with desire. Puffy and moist, redolent with her need, it beckoned him closer. He dove his face forward, mouth wide open, and his assault pushed her back so that she was leaning against the dresser as he began to eat her cunt out. Heather shrieked and wrapped her fingers around his head, thrusting her hips forward to bring his questing tongue even deeper into her pussy, and she spread her legs wide. Now, even as he mouthed her pussy, swallowing the juices which seemed to pour out of her, Robby began to undress himself. It wasn't the easiest position to do it in, but he was very motivated. His shirt came off quickly, then his pants were undone and pushed down to knee level. The shoes and socks proved almost impossible, but Heather's moans spurred him on. Finally he was at a point where he felt comfortable to continue. Slipping one of his middle fingers into Heather's throbbing pussy, he slowly stood up, kissing her torso and breasts as he rose. He finished standing before her, one hand thrusting into her drenched cunt and the other behind her, holding her against him, even as he began French kissing the girl. She eagerly responded, and locked together, he pulled her towards the bed. Heather had never folded the bed up that morning back into the couch position, so it was large, flat, and inviting. Still locked together, he lowered her to the bed and crawled onto it himself, positioning himself over her, kneeling between her widespread legs. Removing his finger from her cunt, Robby lowered his stiff prick to her midsection and speared her with his first thrust. Heather orgasmed immediately, arching her back and crying out from the pleasure of it, even as Robby slowly pushed inward, filling her and going balls deep on the first shove. Heather wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible. Robby began moving against her, slowly at first, but faster and harder as the time lengthened, until he found himself slamming into her. It wasn't a quiet lovemaking they were engaged in. No, it was hard core power-fucking, sheer animal passion, 'wild jungle monkey fucking' as Heather had once heard in a porn movie. The bed creaked and moved beneath them as they coupled madly. Finally, Robby could hold back no longer. As Heather writhed and thrashed beneath him, his back arched and he groaned loudly as he began coming. Spurt after powerful spurt flooded her spasming pussy, only to be pumped out and onto the bedsheets as his cock madly pistoned in and out of her cunt. It seemed to both of them that he would simply end up deflating as he spewed into her. Then it was over. Robby collapsed on top of Heather, his breathing ragged, as Heather caressed his back. When he could move again, he raised himself up weakly and looked down at her. Her hair wild and tangled, her face flushed and sweaty, she had never been as beautiful to him as at that very moment. He smiled and kissed her, then rolled weakly off and to the side. Grinning, Heather rolled with him, throwing a leg over his and began running a finger through the sparse hairs on his chest. She kissed him, a wet and sloppy French kiss that lasted minutes, then pulled away. "Wow!", she said, a shy grin on her face. "I think you're forgiven." Robby's eyes crossed momentarily. "Jesus! Listen, babe, next time we have an argument, do you think that maybe you could be the one to apologize to me?" He was still breathing heavily, though his color was tending back to normal. Heather giggled and reached down to begin stroking his limp and sticky cock. "Maybe. I'll think about it. Now, I'm still a little bit angry at you. Think you could apologize again?", she asked sweetly. Robby got a dopey grin on his face as he rolled on his side to face his love. "Maybe, just as long as you're only a little bit angry. I'll have a heart attack if I have to apologize again and you're really angry!" He reached out to caress her naked flanks, and then the two teens moved closer, renewing their passions. ------- Chapter 19: Secret Watchers It had been two weeks since the Halloween festivities, and Peter had talked Lauren into spending the weekend with him at his place. Over the last few months, the Grahams had gotten into the habit of spending a weekend at Peter's apartment. The children would sleep in the living room under the pretext that Lauren was sleeping in the spare bedroom. In reality, she would spend the evening making love to Peter, then creep into the spare bedroom before the children woke up. This weekend Peter had convinced her that they needed an adult weekend together. Lauren had smiled and agreed, and packed Jimmy and Holly off to her parent's house. Heather was able to take care of herself and the children, but the teen and Robby were going out themselves. They had managed to patch things up after the Halloween party quite nicely. The evening started with Lauren throwing a small bag into the back of Peter's Jeep and heading out with him to dinner. They were dining in town, so she couldn't wear something overly extreme, lest she be seen by someone she knew, but her dress was pleasantly tight and the only thing she was wearing under it was her stockings. After dinner, they got back into the Jeep for the drive to Peter's apartment. Lauren promptly pulled her denim skirt to her waist, lewdly displaying her fresh-shaved pussy to his greedy eyes. "Now that's an interesting view.", he commented. "I thought you might like it." Lauren opened her coat and unbuttoned her denim blouse. "It comes as part of a matching set." She jiggled her braless tits at her lover. Peter laughed and put the key in the ignition. Surprisingly, the Jeep failed to start. It didn't even turn over, but just gave a clicking sound. "What the..." He tried several more times, but nothing happened. Lauren quickly glanced around the parking lot and hurriedly buttoned her blouse and pulled the skirt back down. "Peter?" Her boyfriend gave her a mystified look. "Don't ask me. I know computers, not cars. I can't even change the oil on my own." He tried to start the Jeep a couple more times to no avail. He shrugged his shoulders and then got out. "Come on. It's warmer inside and we can call a tow truck from the restaurant." Lauren got out and followed him back inside. It wasn't the first time that a car had broken down in the restaurant's parking lot, and the hostess had a list of phone numbers behind the front counter. It was apparently a slow night in the towing business, since the first guy to answer the phone promised to be there in fifteen minutes. That was just enough time for a drink, so Peter and Lauren went into the bar and waited. The hostess promised to get them when the tow truck showed up. It was a very slow night in the towing business, since he showed up only ten minutes later. They quickly downed their drinks and went back outside. The mechanic trailed them and popped the hood, then listened as Peter tried to start the Jeep. "I think the battery might be dead.", commented Peter. Almost immediately the mechanic pushed the hood back into place and came around to the driver-side door. "It ain't your battery. Your starter is dead. She ain't going nowhere. Charging her won't help none." "And I would guess that you don't have one on you.", replied Peter with a smile. The mechanic grinned. "Not hardly! Besides, I'll have to put it into the shop, order one up... to be honest, it won't be finished until Monday afternoon. It ain't no big deal, but I gotta get the part in and it's Friday night, you know. I can't order it until tomorrow..." He shrugged his shoulders. Lauren put her arm through Peter's. "But what about us? How do we get home?" "Cab? Where do you live?", asked the mechanic. Peter's apartment was on the other side of town, but Lauren's house was only five minutes from the repair shop. The offer of a ride there was gratefully accepted. Lauren retrieved her bag and they climbed up into the heated cab of the wrecker along with the mechanic. Once they got out at Lauren's house, Peter and the mechanic exchanged business cards, then Lauren led him into the house. It was quiet and deserted; Heather hadn't returned yet. "Honey, what say we go over to your place tomorrow? I'm tired and want to go to bed." Peter smiled and kissed her, a quick and easy kiss. "Sure thing, babe, I'm tired, too." He eyed her speculatively. "Without the kids home, do we need to sneak downstairs?" Lauren giggled. "No silly." She took his hand and led him towards the stairs. "I'm not that tired, either." Peter reached under her skirt and goosed her bare ass. Lauren whooped with laughter and scampered down to her room, Peter following closely behind her. Once inside her bedroom, he wrapped his arms around her and pushed her back against the wall. He began undressing her and fondling her naked body even as he was kissing her passionately, and Lauren squirmed to his touch. He had her blouse open and her skirt on the floor when they heard a door slam. Lauren's eyes widened and she clutched her clothes around her, but Peter grinned. He cocked an ear at the door and said, "What are you so nervous about? It's only Heather..." He listened a bit more. "... and Robby." "I forgot all about them for a second.", said Lauren sheepishly. She could hear them as well now. She turned off the bedroom light and cracked the door open, and silently laughed with Peter as they heard the teenagers wandering through the kitchen, raiding the refrigerator. When they opened the basement door, the squeaky hinge was clearly audible. "I think they are about to do what we are about to do.", commented Peter with a grin. "They don't have any idea we're home! They think we're over at your place.", she replied. "Too bad you took down that camera I loaned you. We could watch them on television.", he said with a laugh. "I didn't take it down. You said you were going to remove it.", said Lauren, looking at him curiously. "No, I said you should do it." They looked at each other in consternation, then Peter said, "You mean it's still there? Would Heather have moved it?" "She'd have told me or given it to me... no, it couldn't... you mean it's still there? Would it work?" "I don't know. Probably. Maybe." Curious, Peter turned on the television and the VCR, with the volume low, then reconnected the coaxial cable running from the basement apartment. The view immediately changed from a solid blue to a blurry view of the basement. Within moments the view had stabilized and Lauren and Peter were watching Heather and Robby two floors below them. "Peter, we can't!", said Lauren, even as her eyes stayed glued to the small screen. "Sure we can. They watched us, it's only fair!" He turned the volume up loud enough that they could hear it, and he pulled Lauren over to the bed. The couple on the screen was not performing for the camera, but for each other, so the view wasn't as planned as before. Both Robby and Heather were standing and embracing, with Heather's back to the camera. They watched as Robby pulled Heather's tank top out of her jeans and pulled it up and off. She hadn't worn a bra, and was now topless, though neither Peter nor Lauren could see anything other than the smooth expanse of her back. Next Robby unzipped her pants, pushing them low enough that the audience could tell that Heather was wearing a bright red thong. Neither adult could hear what Heather said next, but Robby laughed and sat down on Heather's day bed, facing the camera. Next, Heather knelt before him. Robby helped her remove his pants, then Heather giggled loudly and pulled them and his shorts off, tossing them to the side. As Peter and Lauren watched, the topless girl in the basement leaned forward and began to vigorously give the bottomless boy head. "Whoa!", commented Lauren. "I guess the lessons took!" Robby looked as if he had died and gone to heaven. "I guess!", agreed Peter. He undressed and lay down on the bed. Lauren stripped off her clothing, including her stockings and heels, and lay down next to him. Together they watched Heather give a masterful blowjob to her boyfriend. The camera angle was from almost directly behind Heather, looking downward at the back of her head. All they could see of the girl was her bare back, her hair falling down around her, and the thong peeking out from her loosened pants. Her head was bouncing vertically in Robby's lap as she bobbed over it. Robby was staring down at her and breathing heavily. "Oh, baby, that's it... yes, yes... just like that... more, baby, more... don't stop, don't stop..." Heather must have been complying with his requests, because Robby began moaning louder as he whimpered to her. "Don't stop, don't stop... more... just like that... more... yes, yes..." Finally the teenaged boy groaned loudly and began to weakly hump his hips upwards. It was obvious he was coming, and the adults upstairs stared as Heather pushed her face forward and swallowed his cock and his come completely. "Wow!", commented an impressed Lauren. "No shit!", agreed her lover. He put an arm around Lauren's shoulders and snuggled up close to her. Lauren smiled and reached over, to stroke and tug gently on his erect cock. During the previous use of the video camera, Lauren and Peter had spoken loudly, knowing they had an audience. Heather and Robby had no such knowledge, and their voices were somewhat more muffled, especially if they weren't facing the camera. Neither adult was precisely sure what was said next, but the gist was obvious. Robby peeled off his shirt and watched as Heather stripped off her jeans and thong, then twirled around in front of him briefly. Peter whistled softly as he watched the girl. "Is that what it takes?", laughed Lauren. "Hey, don't get me wrong, honey, but she is simply gorgeous! Another two or three years and you are looking at Miss November!" "Now behave!" "I'm just saying, she won't have to pay for college. Mister Hefner will be more than happy to do that for her." Heather stopped her dancing and plopped down on the day bed and spread her legs wide. Before Robby moved into place, Peter noted that the girl didn't shave her pussy bald like Lauren, but kept a thin 'landing strip' pattern in place. Robby didn't seem to mind, because he immediately rammed his face into her pussy. Heather moaned and wrapped her legs around his head, crossing them behind his back. Her hands went to his head, to twist into his hair, and she held him in place as she started shaking. Whatever his technique, it seemed pretty good, because Heather was shaking and writhing on the day bed, moaning and begging for him to stop and fuck her. Eventually he did, but only after Heather's second orgasm, when she pulled his grinning and wet face out of her pussy. Peter and Lauren watched as he knelt between Heather's splayed legs and shuffled forward. The watchers had an excellent view of Robby's bony ass moving back and forth as he plowed into Heather's pussy. Peter even noticed a rather unsightly pimple on the boy's right buttock. "Christ, were we that bad?", he commented. "Mmmmph.", mumbled Lauren. She had moved around on the bed so that her face was at Peter's crotch, and had opened her mouth to take his cockhead in. She was stroking him and jacking the shaft as she sucked his tip. Peter sighed contentedly and extended his arm. He shifted slightly sideways and managed to reach out far enough to slip his fingers down past her ass and between Lauren's legs. She quickly spread them apart and allowed Peter to delve into her cunt. She was very juicy, and provided ample lubrication for him to wet his middle finger and insert it slowly into her asshole. "Oh, that's good!", she gasped out, pulling her mouth off Peter's cock. She continued stroking him as he diddled her asshole, with the result that when she jacked him to orgasm, his come sprayed across her face. Peter was panting by the time she finished pumping him dry and turned to look at him, jism dripping off her nose and lips. "Do I look like a slut?", she asked with a grin. "A real cumslut!", he agreed with a smile. "Guys have a name for women like you." "What's that?", asked Lauren with a laugh. "Slut? Whore? Bitch?" Lauren wiped her face clean with her fingers, ostentatiously licking the come off and swallowing it. "Desirable.", he replied. Lauren finished cleaning her face and crawled up next to him, to hug him and kiss him passionately. The two cuddled side by side, then Lauren looked down between their feet at the television. "Oh my God!", she exclaimed. Peter glanced down at the screen. The teens had finished their fuck and had apparently shifted the day bed into the bed configuration. Now they were lying side by side, much as the adults two stories above them, and Heather was fondling Robby back to stiffness. The teenaged boy was already hard, and Peter stared at the cock, huge and majestic in glorious color. "Holy shit!", he said, awestruck. Robby's prick stood out from his skinny frame like a baseball bat. It was almost the size of something seen in a porno flick. It was at least ten inches long and two inches thick, and Heather stroked it lovingly. "Kind of makes a guy feel inadequate.", he commented. "I can't believe that little Heather can, well..." Lauren stared. Robby's dick was monstrous! Peter smiled and looked over at Lauren, now gently caressing his limp cock. "Have you ever... ?", he asked, pointing a finger at the screen. Lauren stared briefly, then turned her eyes to him. Blushing, she nodded. Peter prodded her to continue, and she said, "Well it was just the one time, one night, in college. It was before I met Gary, right after I started school my freshman year. Well, anyway, it wasn't like I was a virgin, and when I met this one guy, I let him talk me into going back to his dorm room with him. I suppose I was a bit drunk. So, anyway, we get back there and we start making out and then we get undressed and he was simply huge! It was at least the size of that!", she said, pointing at the screen where Heather was jacking Robby. "It was fucking painful!" "So you didn't..." "What? Stay with him? No! But it wasn't that - he was just a jerk. I'm sure I could have handled it, but he was such an ass. Then I met Gary." Peter cleared his throat. "Umm, Gary, was he..." "Jesus, Peter, what is this, my life history?" asked Lauren with a laugh. "Well..." Peter simply shrugged helplessly. Lauren laughed again. "He was about your size. How big are you?" "Hey, it's not like I measure.", he replied indignantly. "Oh bullshit! If there's one thing a guy knows, it's how big his dick is! Now tell!" Peter blushed. "Uh, six-and-a-half, maybe seven inches long. I've never measured the width." Lauren smiled. "Same as Gary. You're a little bit thicker, which I like, a lot! You stretch me open a bit more, and it feels so good." She stroked Peter's erection lovingly. "That thing,", she said, referring to the screen, "I could never swallow or take up the ass!" On the screen, Heather swung a leg up over Robby's hips, straddling him, and then sank down slowly, engulfing his oversized cock in one slow and smooth action. The look of ecstasy on her face was more than ample proof that she was having no difficulties with Robby's cock. In response, Peter shifted around on the bed. Pushing Lauren so that she was laying face, pointed towards the small television, he slipped behind her. Straddling her legs, he pushed his cock down between her thighs. Lauren groaned pleasantly as his cock slipped into her wet pussy. Doggy style was one of her favorite techniques, and this variation was very pleasant. Their earlier orgasms had left both Robby and Peter in a state where their initial excitement and need was sated. Now they both could enjoy a lengthy screw. Peter slowly screwed Lauren doggy style, occasionally reaching around to pinch and tweak her aroused nipples, while they both watched Heather and Robby. The younger couple was decidedly more energetic. Heather bounced vigorously on Robby's cock, lowering her chest to his lips so that he could chew and suckle on her massive tits and nipples. After doing this repeatedly, Robby grabbed her by the hips and rolled her over, so that she was laying down and he was kneeling between her legs. He never missed a stroke, and Heather was screaming as she came. He pistoned in and out until his back arched and his pulsing cock loosed another load into her wide-stretched cunt. Peter came at about this time, his twitching cock spewing into Lauren's spasming cunt. Afterwards, shaking with the effort, he collapsed onto her back and then rolled off, breathing heavily. After a minute laying with Lauren, he crawled off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. "No!", exclaimed Lauren quietly. "What? I have to go..." "The plumbing, they'll hear you in the basement.", she explained. "Babe, I have to go!", he replied. Lauren stood. "So do I, just don't flush." Peter closed the door and sat down on the toilet. "This is silly.", he muttered, as much to himself as to her. Finished, he wiped himself and stood. Lauren came in, kissing him quickly, and took his place. He closed the door to give her some privacy. When Lauren returned, she found Peter watching the television. "Did I miss anything?", she asked. "Nah, I think they're done for a bit. They're just talking now. You want to keep watching?" "No." Lauren turned down the bed covers and slipped under the sheets. Peter turned off the television and crawled in with her. "I should disconnect that thing tomorrow." "You going to tell her we watched?", asked Peter curiously. "Maybe." Lauren cuddled up next to her lover spoon fashion and drifted off to sleep in Peter's arms. ------- Chapter 20: Peter's Apartment "Damn, but I've missed you.", said Peter as he pulled Lauren inside the door of his apartment. It had been almost a week and a half since the night spent watching the teenagers through the video camera in the basement of Lauren's home. Since then, Peter had been both on the road and out of town at a conference/trade show. He had invited Lauren, but she had begged off, needing to spend time with the children. In some ways, the trip had surprised Peter. Normally he would have packed a box of condoms and screwed the nights away with women he had picked up. There were always any number of unattached sales reps around, both single and married but without a handy husband. Instead, he had left the rubbers at home, and hadn't even been tempted to chase skirts. As soon as he had tugged a laughing Lauren inside, he was all over her. "You have no idea but how much I've needed you.", he whispered into her ear. He had backed her up against the wall next to the door and was rubbing his hands across the front of her sweater. Slipping them underneath the sweater, he moved them around and undid her bra. "You'd better not have a whole lot on underneath this, because I simply can't wait any longer!" Lauren simply moaned happily as his fingers did the walking. She had needed this at least as much as her lover. She had used her vibrator most nights while he was away, but it just wasn't the same. She wanted to feel and taste his come, shudder under his spasms and thrusts, listen to his grunts and groans as he fucked her repeatedly. She knew he would like what she was wearing. One of the pleasant aspects of her job as receptionist was the unstated requirement to dress prettily. Not slutty or trashy, but pretty. Where most of the women working there wore slacks and low heeled shoes, it was expected that she would wear dresses or skirts and at least a medium heel. She had always enjoyed dressing nicely, and had more than her share of nice clothes to wear to work. Today she had worn a tight and heavy cream colored cable knit sweater that went down to below her butt, over a calf length light suede wrap skirt. Underneath it was a strapless bra and thigh top stockings, and three inch heels. As soon as Peter had discovered that her bra was strapless and had pulled it out from under her sweater, Lauren had pulled away slightly. She undid the buttons holding her skirt wrapped around her waist and led it slip to the floor. Spreading her legs, she leaned back against the wall and undid Peter's pants. As soon as they were low enough that his cock could spring out, he stepped forward. Lauren held his cock in position as he bucked his hips forward, impaling her with it as he pushed her against the wall. "Oh, God, Peter, fuck me, fuck me!", she begged as he rammed into her. It was a very noisy screw. Peter was grunting and groaning loudly. His balls seemed to be swinging wildly against her. Their bellies were slapping against each other, and Lauren's ass was bouncing off the wall. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!", she cried repeatedly. Her hands were on his ass, pulling him against her, his were under her sweater, roughly fondling her tits. "Fuck me!" Peter couldn't stand it any longer. Groaning, he slammed into her one last time, and his pulsing cock spewed over a week's worth of jism into her twitching cunt. Lauren shrieked as she felt the spasms wrack her pussy, and held him against her as if her very life depended on it. Momentarily sated, Lauren sagged back against the wall as Peter pulled his limp and sticky dick out of her. She felt a trickle of come start to run down her thighs, but didn't care. "Oh, Peter! You have no idea how much I needed that!", she whispered breathily. She fanned her face dramatically. "Yeah? Well as soon as I can get it up again, you'll get it again.", he promised. "Excellent!" Lauren took his hand and led him to the couch. Peter kicked off his pants and sat down, and Lauren knelt between his outstretched legs. "I bet I know how to get you stiff again." She lowered her face to his cock and lifted it into her mouth. The combination of jism and pussy juice was always an intoxicating mix to her and she searched for every tasty droplet she could find. Peter quickly responded, and within fifteen minutes he was stiff enough that Lauren could climb onto his lap, straddle his legs, and sink down onto him. Peter silently marveled at how good it felt. Lauren was as tight and juicy as a high school cheerleader doing the quarterback in the back seat of his car. Despite the fact that this mother of two had just been fucked, she felt as tight as a teenybopper. "Um, that's good.", he told her. He lifted her sweater above her breasts and watched her tits jiggle as she bounced on his cock. "Now, rub your clit and make me come!", he ordered. It was Lauren's turn to moan and groan as Peter urged her on. She rode his cock, in an almost endless orgasm, as her clit rubbed against the top of his prick. His come lubricated her perfectly, running down out of her and into his matted pubic hair. She was moaning loudly when Peter grabbed her hips and pulled her downwards, even as he bucked his hips up and his cock exploded again. Lauren collapsed against him, breathing heavily. Finally she stirred and slid off his lap. "I need a bath!", she announced. "I'm hungry, too. What's for dinner?" "I'm too pooped to go out. Want me to order a pizza?", he asked, a tired grin on his face. "Yes. Please!" Lauren stood and gathered her clothing and headed down the hallway to the bath. Peter stood and dressed, then went into the kitchen and picked up the phone. He ordered a pizza, pepperoni and sausage, then went down the hall towards the bathroom. He had intended to tell Lauren by yelling through the door, then smiled as a new plan came to mind. Silently he opened the door and slipped inside. He quickly gathered up her clothing, leaving only her high heels, and slipped back out, closing the door behind him. Lauren surprised him as well. She had smiled when she had found nothing left of her clothing but her shoes. After drying off, she slipped her heels on and tested the door to his bedroom. Her lover had left it unlocked; in fact it couldn't be locked, since the locks would only allow the doors to be locked from the inside of the bathroom. She went to his closet and pulled out one of his white dress shirts. Lauren put it on, but only did up a few of the buttons. As she walked down the hall towards him, she was rolling the sleeves up. "Cute.", she commented dryly. "Well, I guess you outsmarted me.", Peter admitted. He leaned over the bar to kiss her, then went back to pouring Coke into a pair of ice-filled glasses. The doorbell rang before Lauren could give a gloating reply, so she stepped behind the bar while Peter came around it to pay for the pizza. He set it and a pair of plates on the coffee table, and Lauren brought out the soft drinks and napkins. "I've got something for you.", she told him. "I always like it when a woman tells me that.", he answered archly. "Behave! I'm serious." She stood up and went to the door, returning with her large handbag. Setting it on the floor, she reached inside and pulled a video camera out and set it on the coffee table. Peter looked at it curiously. "Isn't that the one I installed down in Heather's room? How'd you get it out without her knowing? Or did you tell her we watched her and Robby boffing away last week?" "Sort of. I told her I had watched her and Robby do it this weekend. I was doing quality control! She turned bright red and ran downstairs and found it, then gave it back. She had completely forgotten it was there." Peter grinned and nodded in understanding. "Did you say anything to her about how guys are not all quite as... majestic... as her boyfriend is?" Lauren shrugged helplessly. "Not really. What was I going to say, that after she breaks up with this her one true love that every man in the future will be a needle-dicked weenie?" She grinned at Peter's discomfiture. "I can't tell her that!" "Hey, needle-dicked weenies need love, too!" Peter shrugged his shoulders in helpless acquiescence. "You make any comments on the quality control aspect? Future training tips? New instructions?" Lauren laughed so hard that her Coke practically sprayed out of her nose. "No! You know, I wish someone had given me lessons like that when I was her age! It would have made that first time a heck of a lot more fun." "Oh, yeah, Fucking 101. And you want Holly in that class, right?", teased Peter. Lauren gave him a dirty look. "That's different." "What?! Different? DIFFERENT!?" Peter exploded in laughter. "I love the way you can say that with a straight face! Different!? You mean it's okay for you and Heather to screw around as teenagers, but not Holly? That's rich!" "Peter!", Lauren protested. "I can see it all, say about ten years from now.", he continued. "Let's see, you'll be 43 - Christ, you'll probably be going through menopause and everything will be sagging on the floor..." Lauren stuck her tongue out at him. "... and Heather will be 26, and little Holly will be sixteen and pretty and dating and very, very horny! Maybe Heather can give her some instructions, show her some home movies." "Never!", replied a laughing Lauren. "Oh, yeah, I can hear it now. 'I can't ask Mom! She's so old! Come on, how do I give a blowjob?'" Peter pitched his voice high, in a falsetto strikingly similar to Holly's high pitched soprano. "Stop it!", giggled Lauren. Peter continued. "I can see it now. It's the night before Holly is getting married and she comes to you for advice about marriage, and you start telling her about the wonders of wedded bliss, and she says, 'Mom, I already know how to fuck. Heather taught me. I need your recipe for lasagna!'" Lauren broke down, laughing until she cried. "I will kill them both!" "Maybe I should give Jimmy pointers, too, you know, when he's that age." Lauren let out a loud "ACK!" and started laughing again. "If anything like that ever happens, I'll know just where the idea came from, and you'll be next on my hit list!" It took her several minutes before she could get her breathing back under control. "Actually, I wanted to give Heather something else along those lines. You have an account with Amazon, don't you?" Peter nodded, and Lauren continued. "Well, would they have anything like 'The Joy Of Sex'?" "I don't see why not. You want to give her an instruction manual? I think she's already got it figured out." "I'm serious.", she replied. "She needs to know more, something a bit more technical, but sort of to the point. Not a biology book." "Sure, something that can be handed down from generation to generation.", Peter interjected. Lauren threw a pizza crust at him. "I'm serious!" "Okay, okay. Sure. Come on into the computer room and we'll check." Together they cleaned up the remains of dinner, then Lauren followed Peter down the hallway to the spare bedroom. This was known as the computer room, since the only concession to a bedroom was a folded up hide-a-bed couch. Otherwise the room seemed filled with a variety of computers, all linked together in a seemingly endless tangle of wires. When she had first seen the room, Peter had tried to explain it to her, but despite working at a computer firm, Lauren was very hazy on exactly what they were. She didn't understand the difference in a 'web server' or a 'graphics station' or a 'network server' or a 'workstation.' They all looked alike to her. Peter sat down in front of a large flat panel display and tapped his knee; Lauren sat down on his lap and made herself comfortable. Peter reached around her to operate the keyboard and mouse while she snuggled against him, and in moments was logged into his Amazon account. "Now what do you want?", he asked. "Uh, how about 'The Joy Of Sex'?", she asked. Peter shrugged and typed in the search field, shortly thereafter several choices pooped up. Lauren picked one, then noticed another selection recommended, an illustrated Kama Sutra. "That one, too!" "Anything else?", he asked sarcastically. "Now, behave. These will be perfect for Christmas presents." "Yeah, I can't wait to see Heather open these up while sitting around the tree with Jimmy and Holly." Lauren smiled. "I might have to give them to her Christmas Eve." "You think!?", said Peter with a snort. "I'll pay you back.", she said as Peter went through the purchase process. "Yes, let's discuss that.", he said amiably. He waited for the process to finish, then clicked onto Google and entered 'adult vibrators' and clicked on the Search button. Several adult products companies came up and he picked one that was near the top of the list. Lauren's eyes widened as the site opened up. Peter maneuvered through the menus until he found what he was looking for. "See anything interesting?" Lauren's eyes widened as she took in the contents of the page, a list of several wireless remote control vibrating eggs. "Wow!" "I was thinking about a couple of these for you for Christmas, say one frontside and one backside." With the mouse, he pointed on two of the little devices, one a small egg for vaginal insertion and the other a smaller device for use up the ass. Both had small remote controls to turn them on and off. Lauren had never heard of such things but immediately understood their use; Peter could put them in place inside her and then when they were out in public he could turn them on or off. She'd be at his total control. Her pussy began moistening immediately. "I suppose they'd be fun around the apartment here.", she said weakly. "The apartment!", he said with a laugh. "I was thinking more of the New Year's Eve party I'll take you out to. You, a slinky dress, high heels, stockings, and a pair of little gizmos with the controls hidden in my pocket. Sound interesting?" Before she could even answer, Peter had begun the process of ordering them, entering a credit card number from memory. Peter finished and turned back towards her. He began undoing the rest of the buttons on the shirt she was wearing. "Now, were there any particular positions in the Kama Sutra you wanted to experiment with this evening?" He pushed her hands between her thighs and then pulled her shirt open, exposing her very aroused breasts. "Anything particular in mind?" "Oh, just fuck me, you horny bastard!", laughed Lauren, turning towards him and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Fuck me!" ------- Chapter 21: Thanksgiving "Will you quit worrying! It's not that big a deal!", said Peter for about the twentieth time since they had left Lauren's house. It was early Wednesday evening, the day before Thanksgiving, and Peter was driving Lauren's minivan, with the children in the seats behind them, to his parent's home. "It's just Thanksgiving dinner." Lauren knew it wasn't just Thanksgiving dinner, it was an audition. She had done this once before, with Gary, traveling with him to Thanksgiving dinner, but she had been younger then, and more naïve. She hadn't realized then that it was more than just Thanksgiving dinner; she knew better now. In some ways it was even worse - now she had two children along with her. What if they didn't like her? What if they didn't like Jimmy or Holly? What if they thought she was too old for Peter? What if they thought he was jumping into an entire family? What if... "How much longer, Peter? Are we almost there?", asked Jimmy. He had noticed they had left the highway and were moving into a town. "Just five minutes more. We're almost there.", was Peter's easy reply. Lauren came out of her nervous reverie and looked around. Springfield was about three hours north of Union Valley, and she had left work early, so that they could leave as soon as the children got home from school. Now it was just after seven. What if his parents thought they were arriving too late, and thought it was her fault? It was her fault after all. The children were hers. What if they didn't like the children? Lauren never even noticed that Peter had pulled into a small development and parked the car, or that he had gotten out and come around her door. She only looked up at him when he pulled her door open and looked in at her. "Will you settle down?", he said with considerable exasperation. "They're both in their seventies. It's really doubtful they can chase you down and beat you to death. Now, are you coming in, or not?" With a degree of trepidation bordering on terror, Lauren climbed out of the minivan and stepped to the rear, where her children had already opened the tailgate and removed their luggage. Unlike their mother, they considered the entire event a grand adventure, a chance to get away from home on a sort-of-vacation. Peter had quite wisely pushed this interpretation, and Lauren had little choice but to agree and go along with it. Peter grabbed both his and Lauren's bags and led the way up the walkway. Before he had even gotten to the stoop, the door opened and a small woman pushed the storm door open wide. "Come on in!", sounded out cheerily. Lauren looked past the woman, obviously her lover's mother, to find a large man standing further inside, looking out curiously. "Don't just stand there, come on in!" Peter stepped aside, and Jimmy barreled in, zooming past Peter's mother and stopping before Peter's father, who silently directed him into the living room and out of the way. Holly came by next, and she took considerably more time. She stopped directly in front of Peter's mother and said, "Hello. How do you do?" "Just fine, honey. Come on in. You can put your bags upstairs." She pointed back into the small foyer towards her husband, standing near the staircase. Holly continued her little journey and stopped before Peter's father. "Hello." His father mumbled something unintelligible, and Holly's little face screwed up in confusion. "Hello. I didn't understand you." Peter's father cleared his throat and seemed to stand a little taller and more erect. Lauren noticed that he was leaning on a cane. He spoke again, clear enough to be understood, but with a definite slur to his speech. "I'm sorry. I said, 'Hello. What's your name?'" Holly smiled up at the older man. "My name is Holly. What's your name?" "You can call me Big Frank." Big Frank was in his mid-seventies, a tall man now somewhat stooped, large boned and stocky. "Hi, Big Frank. You talk kind of funny. What's wrong with your voice?, the little girl asked. Lauren gasped in embarrassment, but Big Frank simply waved it off. Raising a hand, he ran it along the right side of his face. "I had a stroke last year and it makes it a little difficult to talk at times." "Does it hurt?", asked Holly, concern in her voice. Big Frank smiled. "No." "Well, if you need any help, just ask.", she answered. Big Frank smiled gently and thanked the little girl, then directed her up the stairs and down the hall. It seemed as if the more he talked, the better he sounded, but it might have been that Lauren was getting used to the slurred diction. He turned back to the others and gave his son a vigorous handshake, shifting his cane to his other hand. Peter had already wrapped his mother in his arms and given her a backbreaking hug. "Welcome home, boy." Lauren was introduced to both his parents. Peter's mother, simply known as Momma, was as small as her husband was big. She was also in her seventies, a bantam chick several inches shorter than Lauren, almost skinny, and if she weighed a hundred pounds Lauren assumed it was dressed and carrying weights. It was also obvious that she was the power in the household. She announced that Lauren's room was upstairs and down the hall, in Peter's old room, and that Peter and Jimmy were bunking in the twins' old room downstairs. Lauren hadn't been aware that Peter had twins in the family, but was not at all surprised to learn that she and Peter were being separated. Well, she hadn't thought that his parents were going to let them cohabitate in their household, and she wouldn't have anyway, not with the children around. Dinner was pizzas, ordered in shortly after their arrival, and while waiting, Momma took Lauren and the kids on a tour of the house. Peter stayed in the living room with Big Frank, who had quickly made his way to a rocking chair and sat down in it. Momma explained, "It was last year, right before Christmas, when he had the stroke. We thought he was going to die, but he's come back pretty good. You just have to listen carefully to understand him. I'm so used to him by now, it's almost like shorthand. We don't even have to speak." She gave a bright smile at this, and Lauren's nervousness began to dissipate. It really struck her, like never before, the age difference between her parents and Peter's. Lauren was just 33 and the oldest child in her family, and her parents had married right after her father had returned from Viet Nam, when he wasn't even 21 yet. They were only in their early fifties. Peter, on the other hand, was the baby of the family, and Momma and Big Frank had waited until they were in their mid-twenties to marry, and they had waited before having children. They were in their early -to-mid-seventies, almost twenty years older than her parents, with all the infirmities of age to be expected. The Tallman's house was a mid-size split-level with a brick facade on a corner lot. Momma led the way upstairs, with Lauren following and Peter trailing with Lauren's luggage. They went down the hall to a bedroom opposite the master bedroom and Momma ushered them inside, explaining this was to be Lauren's room. It was painted in a startlingly bright shade of magenta. Peter made a comment about it being 'The Pepto Bismol Suite', at which his mother sheepishly admitted that '... it looked different on that little paint chip... ' "This used to be Peter's room, and before that, Little Frank's." It took a bit before Lauren realized that Little Frank must have been an older brother. Momma shooed Peter out while Lauren sorted out her bags and explained that Little Frank was the first resident of the room. The next child was their first daughter, Melanie, who took the next room down the hall, where Holly was staying. The next child happened to be twin boys, George and Mark, and since they couldn't fit three into Little Frank's room, they converted the garage into a bedroom. That was the room that Peter and Jimmy would share during their visit. The next child was another girl, Susan, who shared Melanie's room. Finally, when Peter came along, Little Frank was only a couple years from graduating high school, and they simply kept him stuffed away somewhere until that room was freed up. It took Lauren several head-scratching questions before she got the entire lineage sorted out. The pizza arrived and the family headed down to the dining room. It was a relatively late supper for Lauren and her children, and the two youngsters were clearly tired by the time dinner was finished. She led Holly up the stairs to help her get changed and get used to sleeping in a different bed. Jimmy went downstairs on his own. Once Holly had settled in, she grabbed a robe and pajamas from her bags and went down the hall to the bathroom, for a late shower. Within a half hour, cleaned and dressed, she took her clothes back to her room, then crept back down the hall. Big Frank and Momma had retired for the night, and no light was leaking from under their door, and she didn't want to wake anyone. She knew that she and Peter were going to be celibate for the duration of their stay, but she still wanted to kiss him good night. She found him sitting in an overstuffed armchair in the family room, near the bedroom he was sharing with her son. Peter smiled as he looked up at her. He tossed aside the magazine he was reading and said, "Well, that's an interesting outfit." Lauren had almost been stumped by what to wear at nights. When she was at home with the children, she typically wore long and worn flannel nightshirts. Alone with Peter, she wore very sexy negligees, if she wore anything. In the bottom of a dresser drawer she had found a pair of sapphire blue satin pajamas that Gary had given to her. His tastes had actually run more to the negligees and nudity that Peter preferred, so the pajamas were practically brand new. Over her pajamas she wore a long and heavy silk robe in a kimono pattern. "Do you like it? I wasn't at all sure what to wear.", she admitted. "It's beautiful." He patted his knee and held out his hand to her. Lauren sat down on his lap, facing sideways, and curled up in his arms. "Still nervous?", he asked gently. He began tracing her spine with his fingertips through the layers of silk and satin. "It's okay, I'm all right. It was just... scary, I guess. The kids are settling in just fine. Jimmy?", she asked with a glance at the door to the twin bedroom. "Out like a light.", replied her lover. Peter slipped a hand inside her robe and cupped a large and warm breast through the satin of her pajamas. Lauren squirmed pleasantly, but said, "Peter, we can't. What about your parents?" He began to unbutton her pajama top. "They sleep like the dead, and they're both hard of hearing." Lauren's pussy began moistening fiercely. "Jimmy..." Peter grinned. "Get up.", he ordered. Lauren stood, and Peter crept to the door, then turned a lock. "This used to be the garage, and the doorknob is still facing the wrong direction. You can lock people inside the bedroom. I used to lock the twins in there all the time!" Lauren gasped in surprise at this. "Why'd they leave it like that?" Peter shrugged. "I think they liked the excuse to crawl out the bedroom window and try to chase me down and beat me up. I used to be pretty fast when I was little! Momma never let them leave any scars, anyway." He took her by the hand and led her over to an old couch along one wall. "Now take off your pants.", he commanded. Lauren opened her robe and slid her pajama bottoms to the floor. The top covered her very aroused and wet pussy, but only by the tiniest bit. "Now, if you feel like screaming, let me know. I'll put something in your mouth." Lauren laughed and sat on the couch next to him. She immediately began undoing his belt and tugged his pants down to his knees. "Well, I'd hate to make you do something like that. I'll just have to control myself... unless you can manage to make me lose control, that is." Peter pulled her down so that she was lying atop him. Lauren's pajama top and silk robe were open and she pulled his shirt up his chest so that her tits were rubbing against him. Peter positioned her so that her legs were spread and her pussy lips were brushing the tip of his erection, then arched his back to bury himself in her cunt. Lauren let out a blissful, quiet moan, and shifted around so that her cunt fully engulfed him, then began to slowly squirm around. Together they moved slowly, in a quiet and intense fuck, which only became more intense when Peter reached under the robe and slipped a finger into Lauren's ass. Lauren moaned appreciatively. "Losing control yet?", asked Peter. "I can stop if you want." "Don't you dare, you son of a bitch!", she hissed back. "You stop now and I'll cut that thing off and keep using it!" "Son of a bitch!? I'm going to tell my mother you said that!", he replied. Then it was Peter's turn to moan, as Lauren's squirming began to overcome his own control. She was in the middle of a particularly excellent orgasm when her spasming pussy drove him over the edge. He unloaded into her pussy, sending blast after blast upwards as she rode him. Afterwards, as they lay snuggling naked on the old couch, Peter smiled at her and asked, "So, screwing your boyfriend on a couch in the basement, while his parents were upstairs - does this remind you of the old days?" Lauren practically brayed out a laugh before she managed to cover her mouth with a hand. She snickered as she answered, "Hell no! Then I was simply great in the sack, now I'm spectacular!" "I'll say!", he agreed. "What about you? Is this where you did your girlfriends, or did you manage to sneak them into your bedroom upstairs?" "Ah, you forget, I was a virgin in those days. I didn't lose it until college, remember?" Lauren pressed. "What, you never brought girls home? Never picked up chicks when home summers?" "Well, no, not like this. I mean, yes, I dated when I came home, but I never screwed around here." Peter felt uncomfortable with the conversation, so he ended it abruptly. Holding Lauren, he rolled over so that she was laying beneath him. "You talk too much. I think you should be concentrating on something other than talk." Lauren smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him in, and lifted her face up to be kissed. They continued kissing, tongues dueling as they devoured each other, until Lauren felt Peter's cock stirring. As it slowly filled with blood, she spread her legs wide, and moved so that it would find easy passage into her come slickened pussy. "Now, let's see if you're spectacular, or just great.", she said. Peter simply laughed and began moving above her. ------- The next morning, Lauren woke in her bedroom across from Momma and Big Frank. Sitting up, she rubbed her back, then climbed out of bed and stretched. She wasn't sure whether this was Peter's old mattress, or somebody else's; it was decidedly lumpy. She stifled a groan, then wrapped her robe about her and stepped out into the hall. Sounds from downstairs proved that she wasn't the first up, so she slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower. Back in her room, she quickly dressed in jeans and a sweater, and went downstairs to see who was up. The only ones up so far were Momma and Big Frank. He, at least, was dressed in old khakis and a flannel shirt, puttering around in the kitchen, but Momma looked a little frazzled and was wearing a very old and comfortable looking velour robe. "Morning?", she said brightly. "Want some pancakes for breakfast?" "Sounds good to me!", her son remarked, climbing up the stairs from the family room. He looked very tired. "Didn't you sleep well?", asked his mother. Lauren bit her tongue and gave him an innocent look. Peter simply shrugged and ignored her, then went up the steps to the bathroom. They heard water running shortly afterwards. Momma ignored her son and asked Lauren, "When do your children get up?", a pointed reference to the hour. Holly came skipping down the stairs at that point. "Hi! What's for breakfast?" "Pancakes and bacon. Do you like that?", asked Momma, smiling at the sunny little girl. Holly nodded. "Can I help?" Lauren left Holly with their hostess, and went down to wake Jimmy. He was a grumpy riser, and she didn't want Momma or Big Frank seeing him at his worst. She managed to get him out of bed and up the stairs with a minimum of fuss, though dire imprecations were uttered if he even dared to consider thinking about being less than lovable and charming. Breakfast consisted of bacon, sausage, and numerous large stacks of pancakes. As always, Holly was bright and happy and Jimmy was somewhat grumpy. This was eliminated when Lauren said, "Don't bother praying to Jesus, buster. You are about to meet him personally!" Amidst the laughter, Jimmy's eyes widened and he shut his mouth, then began digging into his pancakes. After breakfast, Jimmy went back downstairs to dress and Lauren went upstairs to help Holly get dressed. The two females came back down to the kitchen to find Momma unwrapping a very large turkey. "What do you need me to do?", asked Lauren. She grabbed an apron and tied it around her waist. Momma glanced at the apron approvingly and directed Lauren to take the makings of the stuffing out of the refrigerator. "Can I help?", asked Holly. Momma smiled. "Maybe you should just sit on that stool for a bit. I'll bet we'll need you shortly." Lauren rolled her eyes at this and grinned at her hostess. At that moment, Peter and Jimmy wandered through. Momma turned to her son and told Peter, "Go downstairs and help your father with the oysters." "Oysters?", asked Lauren. "For the oyster dressing.", replied Peter. He looked down at Jimmy and said, "Want to help? They're gross and yucky and we get to play with knives!" "Cool!" "No knives!", ordered Lauren. Peter ignored her and shepherded Jimmy down to the utility room. "Hey, that's why the Good Lord gave him ten fingers, so he'd have some spares when he cut them off." Lauren and Momma spent much of the morning getting the kitchen ready, while Momma ordered the men of the household in setting up the dining room table for the buffet dinner. Several small card tables were sent to the family room for the children. The adults typically ate around the living room. Despite her constant series of complaints to all and sundry that this was becoming too much work and that this was going to be the last year she was doing this, Lauren quickly realized that her hostess was loving every moment. She was the queen of her domain, at home where she was comfortable and reigning supreme, soon to be surrounded by her entire family. She had no plans to stop short of death or disease. By three in the afternoon, everybody began dressing for the party, since family members normally showed about four. Lauren dressed in a light sweater and her long suede skirt and knee boots, then supervised her children. Holly wore a dress with white tights, Jimmy some clean slacks and a dress shirt. She was passing through the living room when the door bell rang and somebody began turning the knob. She hurried to open the door, only to be practically bowled over by a pair of children, a boy Jimmy's age and a girl who looked to be about four. The girl looked at her curiously before continuing into the kitchen with cries of, "Grandma! Grandma!" They were followed by a short woman about Lauren's age. She was exceedingly pregnant. Her husband trailed behind. "Hello.", she said to Lauren. At that point, Peter stuck his head around the corner and said, "Jeez, Sue, didn't Mom teach you to cross your legs?" Lauren blushed. "I hate you, Peter.", was the sassy reply. "I hate all men." Her son turned to her, an impish smile on his face. "Me, too, Mom? I'm a man, too." "Yes, dear, I hate you too." She took any sting out of the words by leaning over and kissing him on the forehead. "And Dad?", he pressed. "Especially your Dad!" The boy wandered off into the kitchen, melodramatically shaking his head and rolling his eyes, while making the universal 'Crazy' sign, a finger twirling around his ear. "Mom's completely lost it!", he told his grandfather. Susan snorted in derision and turned to Lauren. "Hi there. That was Jack Junior and Mary. Who are you?", she asked pleasantly. "I'm Lauren Graham. You must be Peter's sister... ?" "Susan Tomball." She leaned forward to kiss Lauren's cheek, but was only partially successful due to the advanced stage of pregnancy. "How far along are you?", asked Lauren. Peter's sister was monstrously large. "I was due last week, and it's twins, no less." Sue began waddling towards the stairs. "Don't block the path to the bathroom, I'm peeing for three these days." As her daughter headed upstairs, Momma came out and said to her son-in-law, "You shouldn't have let her come." He shrugged good-naturedly. "And I was supposed to stop her how?" "Twins!", commented Lauren. Momma nodded. "It runs in the family. I have a twin sister, lives in Tampa with her husband. And I had a pair of aunts, twins, and a pair of uncles, twins too. At least once every generation we have twins." Lauren's eyes gaped open at this. The next family members to show up were Little Frank and family. This was a decent sized group consisting of Little Frank's wife, two sons, a daughter, and the oldest son's fiancée. He immediately began introducing them, and Lauren immediately began forgetting names, though she looked at the men curiously. "You're Little Frank?", she asked with a perplexed look. Little Frank was a tall and stocky man in his mid-forties, even larger than his father. He smiled sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I was, once." Lauren turned to his oldest son, also named Frank. "So why aren't you Little Frank and your Dad Medium Frank?" "Oh, I'm Young Frank." His fiancée, a tall and slim brunette laughed at this. "And are you going to name your son Frank, also?", asked Lauren. "I'm going to name my son Bob!", he replied. "Here, have some jam." He set a large carton filled with Mason jars down on the living room buffet and moved out of the entrance and led his fiancée on a tour of the house. "Jam?" Lauren looked into carton and saw a number of different jams and jellies, with home-made labels. "Take as much as you want.", answered Frank's wife, Meredith. "We live in the country and grow our own blackberries and elderberries and apples." She was carrying a box with three or four pumpkin pies. "We make our own jams and whatnot. Pumpkin pies, too." Little Frank commented, "Yeah, it's not too hard to hunt the pumpkins down and kill them, but tying them on the hood of your car is a real problem." Lauren simply looked at the old-fashioned cornucopia and said, "Wow!" Momma whispered to her in an aside, "I don't know where he gets it from. It seems like an awful lot of work to me. I always got that stuff from the store." Next through was Peter's older sister, Melanie, her husband, and their three teenaged daughters. Lastly were the twins, their wives, and their children, all six. Almost immediately, the women segregated around Sue, now seated in a rocking chair within easy waddling distance of the bathroom, while the men wandered downstairs to watch football. Surprisingly, Lauren found herself as much of a conversation piece as was Sue's extremely advanced pregnancy. The reason given, by Mark's wife Jennifer, was that, "Hey, we've all had kids, but you're the first woman Peter's ever brought around! You must be something special!" Lauren blushed and tried, not with much success, to change the subject. Everybody wanted to know how they had met and how long they had been dating, as well as about Lauren's children and what had happened to their father. For her part. Lauren found much of what was going on quite interesting. The family was large and close, and there were several surprises. At one point, a four-year-old boy came running through the group, and Lauren did a double take; the child was brown-skinned and had oval eyes. Jennifer said, "Oh, that's Roger. We adopted him, from Cambodia. I couldn't have children, or so they told me up to that point." Susan laughed at this. "Yeah, right up to the point you got pregnant!" Jennifer rolled her eyes. "No kidding! I was getting an ultrasound prior to a hysterectomy, and the technician looked at me funny and said, 'We can't do this, you're pregnant!'" Lauren's eyes gaped open at this. "No kidding!? Wow!" Sue interjected, "That kid's got two speeds, on and off!" Her sister-in-law, George's wife Helen, said, "That's a Tallman for you!" Momma came through with a plate of canapés and nodded in agreement. "That's true, once you're in the family, you're all the way in." Helen nodded in agreement, and turned to Lauren. "It's true. My Maggie now has three sets of grandparents." At Lauren's confused look she went on to explain that she had divorced her first husband and that her eldest daughter, Maggie, was from her first marriage. The biggest surprise of the evening was at the very end. By nine, some of the families began heading out the door to travel home. Though most lived nearby, Little Frank and his family lived over an hour east of Springfield. Next to leave were the twins, followed by Melanie. Sue and her family were the last to head out. They only lived fifteen minutes away, and they decided to leave shortly after nine. Lauren and Momma watched from the doorway as Sue waddled towards their minivan. She seemed to be moving very slowly and unsteadily, though her husband and children hadn't noticed. As she reached the side of the vehicle, she sagged against it and a stricken look came to her face. Inside the house, the two women knew immediately what was happening. Momma yelled out, "Peter! Frank!", then headed out the door, with Lauren in tow. Sue looked over at them, with her husband looking at her curiously. "My water just broke!", she announced. Sue's husband's eyes popped open, and he started to jabber incoherently. Momma simply ordered him behind the driver's seat. "Okay, I'm going with you. The kids can stay here." She directed the children back to the house and helped load Sue into the back seat. Big Frank had wandered outside, curious as to the cause of the uproar, and he simply nodded agreement. Looking down at Jack Junior, he said, "Come on. You and Jimmy can sleep in your Uncle Mark's and Uncle George's old room." Jack Junior grinned and went tearing back inside. Little Mary, four years old and very scared, didn't like this at all. Not understanding what was happening, she began crying and trying to climb into the car with her mother. Lauren picked the child up and held her tightly. "I want Mommy! I want my Mommy!", the little girl wailed. Lauren ignored these protests and wished Sue luck, then carried Mary inside, even as the little girl squirmed and kicked. By the time she got inside with her unruly package, the minivan was in gear, bearing away to Springfield General. Curious, Peter came through and asked what was going on. He grinned when Lauren told him. "And Mom went with them? I'd better follow and bring her home." He ran back to his room and grabbed his jacket and then found the keys to his parent's car, then headed out to follow his sister to the hospital. It was well after midnight when Peter brought his mother back. He noticed Lauren sitting upright on the couch in the living room, but she placed a finger on her lips before he could say anything. It was then that he noticed his niece sleeping, curled up on Lauren's lap on the couch. He simply nodded and smiled, then gave a quick wave and headed downstairs to sleep on the couch in the family room. Next through the living room was Momma, who saw what Lauren had done, and came around to sit in the love seat facing her. Lauren immediately asked, "How's Sue?" "Fine, fine. She's asleep now.", replied Momma. "And..." "Twin boys, just like they expected. Christopher Ryan and Alexander James." Momma looked at Mary sleeping on Lauren's lap, and said, "You didn't have to sit up with her. You should have laid her out and covered her with an Afghan." Lauren gave a tired smile and waved it off. "It's not the first time I've had a sleeping baby in my lap." Momma's face softened at this. "No, I suppose not. I guess it's something we all have to do, now and then." Lauren's eyes seemed to travel far away. "The last time I did this was three years ago, when Gary died.", she said quietly. "That must have been very difficult." Lauren looked over at her hostess, then gently rubbed Mary's back as she stirred silently. "I just wanted to die. I couldn't, though, the kids... Well, anyway, I had the both of them sleeping in my lap for several days. Jimmy was just five and Holly was three. It was the worst time of my life." Momma nodded. "I mean, I can only imagine how it was, but last year, when Big Frank had his stroke, I thought my life had ended. He was in such bad shape. He couldn't walk or talk, could barely move... I mean, to look at him today, you'd never know how bad he was! It was simply awful." Lauren nodded in understanding. "The funny thing was, all those years he was a cop, I was never worried, not once, never, that he'd die on the job, you know, get shot. I always knew that he was smarter and tougher and better than any bad guy. And he was! He died when he got in a car accident!" "I'm surprised you said that. I thought all cops' wives were scared of that." "I know. A lot are! It's just like soldier's wives being scared when they're away. Now my mother, she was scared stiff for the entire time Daddy was in Viet Nam, and they weren't even married yet. She was still in high school at the time, and she told me she'd throw up in the bathroom every morning out of worry, yet all he ever did was drive a truck at the Da Nang supply base.", answered Lauren. Momma considered this. "Huh, I never thought about that. Big Frank was in the service, too, but it was in the Navy, in the fifties, before I had even met him." She stood and picked up a comforter. "Now, come on, lay her out and go up to bed. They're releasing Sue later today and you need some sleep. We'll go over this afternoon." ------- In many ways the remainder of their stay was anticlimactic. After lunch on Friday, the family loaded up Lauren's minivan with children, then she followed Peter and his parents across town to the hospital. They arrived even before Sue's husband Jack had returned. They quickly found her room and went up to it, only to find that Sue was sitting up in bed, her hospital gown pulled down to her waist, a baby in each arm, being breast-fed at the same time. Big Frank came into the room, saw what was happening, and pivoted on his heels and left, pulling Jimmy and Holly behind him. Peter, on the other hand, watched the affair curiously, and Sue's children, both of whom had been breast-fed also, took it entirely in stride. Surprisingly, Lauren thought, both Sue and her sister Melanie were both fairly buxom women; the surprise was that their mother was skinny as a rail. "Wow, Sue, those guys will never go hungry.", commented Peter. "You pervert! Get out of here!", she replied. Peter laughed and left. Almost immediately thereafter, Sue shifted and slowly pulled her new sons away from her breasts. Both Lauren and Momma took one each, and they promptly burped and went to sleep. Sue pulled her hospital gown up and closed around her, then called out, "Okay, Dad, I'm decent again!" Her father came back in the room, an embarrassed look on his face. "Jeez, Dad, it's not like you never saw me naked before." "Yeah, but that was thirty years ago!", he answered. He hobbled on his cane over to his wife and looked down over her shoulder. "Which one is he?" Sue looked at the two small bundles. "Dipped if I know. They both look like Winston Churchill to me. I think I'm going to have their names tattooed on them sometime soon. How did you ever keep Mark and George straight." "Who says we ever did?", replied Momma. At this point, Jack, Sue's husband returned, looking as if he hadn't slept a wink, carrying a suitcase. Sue announced that she had simply been waiting for her husband to return before she would be able to check out, and ordered all and sundry to leave so that she could dress. A nurse showed up to place the babies back in their rolling bassinettes and returned them to the nursery. Lauren moved to leave, but Sue asked her to stay. "I just wanted to thank you for taking care of Mary for me." Lauren smiled and waved the thanks off. "Oh, please, she was no problem at all." "It didn't sound that way when I left the house." "She was just tired, scared and tired. I just held her and sang a lullaby and she was out like a light." "Well, regardless, I owe you, and that's a fact.", replied Sue. Lauren smiled. "Well then, the next time we're in town, I'll leave Jimmy and Holly with you and go out with Peter." Sue laughed and answered, "The hell with that! I'm still trying to get used to four kids, let alone six! We'll leave all six with Jack and Peter, and then you and I will go out for the evening!" "That's a plan!" Any other plans for the day were put on hold by the birth of Sue's twins. As soon as Sue and the boys were released from the hospital, everyone went over to their house for an impromptu party. Most of the rest of the family drifted in that afternoon or early evening, although Little Frank and his family promised that they would come down on Saturday. That evening, after dinner, Lauren whispered to Peter that after everybody was in bed, she would sneak downstairs to meet him in the family room, like their first night in the house. She had a slight headache and her nose was stuffy, but knew it was no more than a late season allergy at worst. Still, as the evening wore on, her headache didn't disappear, despite the aspirin she took, and her sinuses became runny. She grimly hung on. It was relatively late when Big Frank and Momma went upstairs to bed, and Lauren went up to her room to change into her pajamas and kimono robe. She felt very tired, almost exhausted, as she sat on the edge of the bed and changed into the satiny pajamas. Tired, she leaned back on the bedspread to catch a quick nap while Peter's parents fell asleep... Lauren felt her self being moved and her eyes snapped open. "What?!" "Shhh. You fell asleep.", remarked her lover, sitting next to her on the bed. Peter had shifted her so that he could pull the bedcovers out from underneath her and was busy repositioning her so she could sleep in the bed, not on it. Lauren groaned. "I was coming down..." "You are going to get a good night's sleep. You've got a cold or something and need some sleep. You are simply worn out. Now go to sleep." "I'm sorry.", replied Lauren, as she burrowed under the covers without further complaint. "I really wanted to come down and see you." "And I wanted you to, but not like this." He tossed her clothes into a pile on top of her suitcase and sat back down on the bed. He leaned back against the headboard, legs crossed alongside her, though outside the covers, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Now, you need to sleep. You need to rest for tomorrow." Peter leaned over and kissed her on top of her head." Lauren said, "I love you.", then twisted her face up to his. Laughing, Peter pulled away. "You want me to get this plague, too! God forbid!" He pushed her head down so that she was leaning against him and Lauren relented. She murmured her love for him again, then fell asleep in his arms The next day, Saturday, mid-morning after a breakfast of bacon and eggs, Lauren, Peter, and the children took their leave. They were on the road before lunch, though they took the drive slow, as the first snow of the season was lightly blowing in. "Have fun?", asked Peter as they got onto the highway. Lauren had slept most of the way, though she came awake as he pulled off the highway. Lauren reached over and took his hand gently. "Yes, I did. Thank you for inviting us, it was a lot of fun. Your Mom's such a sweetheart." "Momma, a sweetheart? Man, when I was growing up she was more like a holy terror! Nobody messes with Momma, nobody!" Peter laughed at the description. "I'll have to tell her you said that." "Now you behave, or I'll tell her you said that!" She shifted in her seat as they approached the driveway. Peter held his hands up to ward off the threat. "I never said nothing, nothing!" Lauren groaned as she opened the passenger side door to get out. Suddenly feeling exhausted, she sagged back against the seat, trying to will herself to the effort involved. It was cold outside and she shivered. Peter looked over at her and shook his head in despair. Climbing out of the car, he directed Jimmy and Holly to take their stuff inside, then went around to Lauren's side of the minivan. "Come on, sicko, let's go!" Lauren stirred and groaned again. She felt nauseous and weak. "Leave me to die here. Rescue the others." Peter snorted and pulled her out of the vehicle to stand upright. Bending down, he threw her over his shoulder and carried her inside. The children hooted at the scene, though Lauren was hard pressed not to toss her cookies all down Peter's back. He set her down inside and then went back for the rest of the luggage. "What's wrong, Mommy?", asked a concerned daughter. Heather came up from the basement and looked the scene over curiously. "Mommy's got a cold, sweetie. I'll be okay in a little bit." Lauren sat down on the couch and leaned her head back. The room suddenly began spinning, and she lurched to her feet and raced to the bathroom. She barely made it to the toilet before losing what was left of breakfast. Peter and Heather were waiting outside when she opened the door again. She looked pale and clammy, and a sheen of cold sweat was on her face. "Okay, let's get you to bed. Keep an eye on those two.", said Peter, hooking a thumb over his shoulder back towards the children, to Heather. He took Lauren's hand and directed her up the stairs to her bedroom. Lauren didn't protest when he stripped her clothing off and pushed her into the shower. Normally he would have enjoyed the idea, and joined her, but he preferred his lovers alive and kicking. Lauren stayed under the hot water quite a while, before emerging. Peter promptly tossed her a towel and a flannel nightgown, then led her to the bed. He had already turned down the covers. She crawled in as he ordered her to sleep, and immediately obeyed those orders. Peter left the bedroom and went back downstairs. "How's Mom?", asked a curious Jimmy. Peter shrugged and smiled. "She's got a cold and is in bed. Heather's going to have to fill in tonight, I guess." Heather's eyes widened at this. "I can't!", she protested. "Dad's coming over to take me to the hospital, and then Robby and I are going to the movies!" "Okay, so I'm cooking tonight." He looked at Heather and asked, "How's your Mom doing, anyway?" The teen eyed the children briefly, then simply gave a subtle shake to her head. "It's not good, I don't think. Everybody thinks they can't tell me or something, but she's not getting better.", she said lowly. "I'm sorry to hear that, honey. Listen, why don't you call Lauren's parents? I think her sister is still in town, and maybe they can come over to see her.", he said. Lauren's parents and sister arrived within the hour, followed closely by her mother-in-law. The women all wandered up to her bedroom to see how she was doing, leaving dinner in the hands of the men downstairs. This proved simple, since Lauren's parents brought tons of leftover turkey, stuffing, and gravy from Thanksgiving dinner. They stayed until well past dark before leaving for home. Peter helped Jimmy and Holly get ready for bed, even going so far as to tuck the little girl into her bed. She gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before he left, and as he headed down the hallway to check on Lauren, it was with a thoughtful look on his face. ------- Chapter 22: The Second Worst Week It was probably the second worst week of her life, thought Lauren. The first had certainly been when Gary had died, and truth be told, that was above and beyond anything that was happening now. Still, this was far and away the second worst. It wasn't personally painful, like that other week. Instead it was the pain of watching someone she loved being torn to shreds in front of her eyes, with little that could be done but watch the entire awful process in slow motion. It had begun the Wednesday after Thanksgiving. Heather was right; her mother was deteriorating rapidly. She died Wednesday night, with Heather and her father at the hospital. Jim MacKenzie was already half in the bag, sipping bourbon from an ill-concealed hip flask, but he was sober enough to hold his crying daughter and begin the paperwork with the hospital. Heather skipped school the rest of the week. Viewing hours were the next evening at Moriarty's Funeral Home and Lauren and her mother and mother-in-law stayed with the teen to support her. The funeral was Friday and Lauren took the morning off to go with the girl. She wasn't overly surprised when Heather continued staying in the basement apartment over the weekend. She was perfectly happy to have the teen stay as long as she wanted, and Heather's father was not in any shape to be a father to the girl. She wasn't entirely sure how he stayed employed, considering the level his drinking had risen to. The only thing she could guess was that he stayed sober in the mornings and didn't begin hitting the hip flask until lunch or afterwards. Certainly by after dinner he was pie-eyed and reeling. Robby Jones was vastly helpful. Lauren had called him over to the house after school on Thursday and laid down the law to the boy. "Listen, Robby, Heather needs your help now. She is in so much pain it is killing her. Forget about anything but helping her. This is where you show her what kind of man you are." Robby was confused but he simply nodded. "Uh, yeah, sure. Whatever. What should I do?" For the first time that day, Lauren smiled. Robby was clueless but caring. "Simple, just do what she wants. Let her cry on your shoulder. Give her lots of hugs. Let her hit you if she wants..." "Hit me!?" "... Whatever she needs to do." Then she wagged her finger accusingly at Robby. "And Robby, that means no sex! You got me!? She's in too fragile a state right now. This is not an excuse for you to try to help her out by getting your rocks off. You got that!?" Robby was too shocked by Lauren's language to do anything more than nod agreement. He stood there gaping as Lauren turned away, then went down to the basement and wrapped his girlfriend in his arms. She fell into a dreamless sleep crying on his chest. Still, while painful, Heather's mother dying was not the shock it could have been. It had been painfully obvious for months that this day had been coming, and though unpleasant, was not unexpected. Heather could be comforted and helped through the mourning, regardless of her father's drunkenness. What was not expected and could not be planned for was Jim MacKenzie's death. It was perfectly clear in hindsight, but his drinking killed him as surely as his wife's cancer had killed her. Driving late Monday night, after stopping at a bar after work, Heather's father drove into a bridge abutment at seventy miles an hour, with neither a seat belt nor functioning air bags. When the police came to the house to tell Heather, Lauren couldn't do anything but catch the teen as she collapsed in her arms. Heather woke in the same hospital her father had been brought to, with Lauren holding her hand. Lauren looked down and smiled wanly. "I'm so sorry, honey." Heather struggled upright and Lauren reached out to help. "Why don't you just stay here.", she suggested. Heather looked around the room, and saw the feeble sunlight beginning to come through the windows. "What time is it?", she asked. She looked down and saw that she was still dressed in her clothing from the evening before, though her shoes were missing, and that she was laying on the hospital bed with a light blanket around her. "What happened?" Lauren reached out and took her hand. "You sort of fainted last night. Do you remember when the police came by the house?" Heather's eyes focused and she gulped down the bile which rose in her throat. She fought for breath, then calmed herself and looked up at her friend. "Daddy's dead, isn't he?" Lauren simply nodded. Heather swung her legs off the bed and sat upright. "I guess I'd better get up then. I've got another funeral to go to.", she said bitterly. Lauren pushed the girl back down. "Honey, I think you can stay here a few minutes more. That can all wait until after breakfast." Heather nodded in mute agreement, lifelessly accepting Lauren's suggestion. Lauren tried in vain to get the teen to open up, saying that Heather would be staying with her as long as she wanted, and how it would all work out in the end. The girl inanely tried to discuss the funeral arrangements as if it was a simple matter of logistics and planning, and Lauren vainly tried to get her to stay quiet and calm. Shortly after breakfast the situation deteriorated completely. A rather officious looking nurse came through, shortly after a much more pleasant nurse looked Heather over and pronounced her able to leave. The second nurse was actually from the morgue, where Heather's father was located and had been examined and autopsied. She carried a clipboard with a sheaf of paperwork attached, and a pen. "I'm sorry for your loss. I'll need some signatures so that we can release the body." Lauren considered this a rather cold introduction, but Heather didn't notice the brusque nature of the request. She reached out for the clipboard but the nurse stopped her. "Excuse me, but how old are you?" Heather looked at her curiously. "Sixteen.", she answered. The nurse ignored Heather and looked over at Lauren. She held out the clipboard to Lauren and asked, "Are you related to the deceased?" "I'm Heather's next-door neighbor; Heather's his daughter. Why?" The nurse pulled the clipboard back and slammed the cover closed on it. "When will the next of kin arrive to claim the body?", she asked Lauren, continuing to ignore Heather. "I'm the next of kin!", Heather protested. "You are sixteen. You can't sign anything.", the nurse told Heather. Turning back to Lauren, she reiterated her need for an adult relative. Lauren looked at the teen for a moment. She had learned at Heather's mother's funeral that there were no other relatives. Both parents had been only children, as was Heather. There were no cousins, uncles, aunts, grandparents, or long-lost kinfolk hiding in the wings. Heather was it. "You'll have to let Heather sign, then. She is the only relative available. I'll help her take care of things." The nurse looked at Lauren as if she was crazy. "We can't allow a minor to sign for a corpse! And you have no standing in this!" Turning on her heel, she marched purposefully towards the door, taking her clipboard with her. Lauren was astonished by the behavior of the morgue nurse, but not so much that she couldn't wrap her arms around Heather as the girl began weeping plaintively. It took a visit from the doctor and a sedative before Heather could be put down on the bed asleep. As soon as she could, Lauren snuck away and found the hospital administrator's office. Unfortunately, while the administrator was much more polite than the nurse had been, she was no less inflexible. Heather was a minor and as such could not sign legal paperwork. Furthermore, Lauren had no legal standing to sign paperwork for her neighbor. She repeatedly tried to get Lauren to come up with a name for a relative, any relative, but Lauren simply repeated that there were no other relatives. Finally the administrator suggested she contact a lawyer to sort things out. "Can I use your phone?", asked Lauren. "Please.", answered the administrator pleasantly. The woman smiled and turned the desk telephone towards Lauren. "Dial 9 to get an outside line." Lauren dialed the 9 and then Peter's cell phone. She hadn't used a lawyer since she and Gary had purchased their home, and he had only done some paperwork and a title search. Maybe Peter knew a lawyer. When he answered she asked, "Peter, do you know any good lawyers?" Peter Tallman stared at his phone briefly, then put it back to his ear. Lauren was just about the last person on the planet he would have expected to be needing a lawyer. "What's going on, honey?" He ignored the amused looks of his staffers. Lauren's explanation tumbled out, confused and garbled, and Peter shook his head in resignation. "Uh, yeah, I know a lawyer or two. Can I come over later? I can make it sometime this afternoon..." "Peter, please!", she pleaded. "Okay, okay, give me a bit. I'll get there as soon as I can." He snapped the cover closed on his cell phone and looked up at his staff. "Okay, meeting's over. Reschedule anything else for me today, starting now. I'll call if I can't make it in tomorrow." Several people raised an eyebrow at him, having caught the reference to the lawyer, but he shooed them out without explanation. Sitting back down at his desk, he picked up his telephone and dialed a number. It was early afternoon before Peter was able to make it to the hospital. He found Heather awake but sleepy, and Lauren sitting on the bed and holding the girl's hand. Smiling broadly, he came in and kissed Lauren quickly, then stood upright and announced, "Okay, things are moving forward." Heather opened her eyes and sat up, "What? You mean..." "I mean, tomorrow morning, the three of us have a meeting with my lawyers at nine o'clock. I'll go with you." Heather looked downcast at this, so he continued, "We need to see a lawyer about this, Heather, but he assured me that it can all be fixed." Reaching out, he took her hand, and Lauren's. "Please, just trust me on this. We can take care of this." Heather looked over at Lauren hopefully, who nodded and said, "I told you, honey, you're not alone. We're your family now, and families stick together." Heather gave a tentative smile and began crying again, but this time they were tears of relief and joy. "Can we go now?" Lauren stood up and went out into the hallway to find a nurse. She returned fifteen minutes later after having falsely signed for the girl and receiving a small packet with another couple of sedative pills. She was not at all worried about being caught; there was a higher need than this rule, she needed to get Heather home and in happier surroundings. They quickly got Heather up and out of the hospital. Both Lauren's and Gary's mothers were waiting for them at the house. Peter busied himself with Jimmy and Holly, explaining what had happened in the vaguest of fashions, saying simply that Heather's daddy had passed away and that Heather was going to keep living with them. This suited both children just fine. It wasn't until later that evening, after dinner, that Heather finally was coaxed downstairs to bed. She was exhausted, but only another sedative would put her to sleep. Lauren sat up with her until she dozed off, then turned out the lights and went back upstairs. She found Peter sitting in an armchair in the living room, reading Time magazine. He looked up at her as she came closer, then closed the magazine and tossed it aside. Lauren came around and sat sideways in his lap, and Peter wrapped his arms around her loosely. "She finally out?", he asked quietly. Lauren nodded. "Can your lawyer really fix this?", she asked. "I don't see why not. This can't be the first time this sort of thing has ever happened. What about you? Are you going to be all right?" "I'm just so tired. Just hold me for a little while, then I'll go to bed." She leaned her head against his shoulder. Minutes later, Peter found she had gone to sleep on his lap. Picking her up in his arms, he carried her upstairs and placed her under the covers. Lauren stirred awake, and he said, "Go to sleep. I'll be here by eight in the morning." He kissed her goodnight and left. By the time Lauren came down to the kitchen the next morning, Peter had let himself into the house and prepared a pot of coffee. He had also crept into her room and turned off the alarm clock, then got the children off to school. "Morning, babe. Sleep well?", he asked. Lauren blinked away her surprise. "What are you..." "We're going to the lawyer's, remember?" Lauren's mouth moved silently as it came back to her, and Peter continued, "I've already called down to Heather. She'll be up in a few minutes." He poured her a cup of coffee. Lauren took her coffee cup and mumbled some thanks, then turned around and went back up the stairs. By the time she had showered and dressed and come back to the kitchen, Heather was waiting for her. The girl's eyes were red and puffy from crying, but she seemed calm and collected. She silently sipped her own coffee, then wordlessly rose and followed Peter and Lauren out the door. The only times that Lauren had ever met a lawyer professionally were when she and Gary had bought their house and had attended the closing, and later when Gary's will had been probated. Like the vast majority of Americans, she obeyed the law, paid her speeding tickets, and grumbled about lawyers. Certainly she had never been to a fancy corporate law office, which was the only way she could describe where Peter took her and Heather. He drove downtown, to one of the tallest buildings in town, and took them to the sixteenth floor. The only thing above them was the maintenance machinery on the roof. The law offices of Kahler, Siebel, Locke, and Royce occupied the entirety of both the fifteenth and sixteenth floors of the Trust Building. The receptionist greeted them professionally and placed a call, announcing their arrival. Standing, she said, "Mr. Locke will be just a couple of minutes, but he asked me to seat you in the small conference room. Follow me, please." Lauren and Heather followed her, with Peter trailing behind. The small conference room was vast, dominated as it was by a mahogany and brass conference table that easily seated twenty. The carpet was plush and the view was drawn to a window that was wall to wall and floor to ceiling, looking out on the river landscape. If this was the small conference room, Lauren wondered just how magnificent the big conference room was. Peter pulled a red leather chair out near the head of the table for Heather, then a second for Lauren before sitting down himself. A bare minute later he was standing again, smiling as a pair of men came through the doorway. "Peter! Good to see you again!", boomed the older of the two men. He looked to be in his early fifties, a trim and healthy looking man with wavy gray hair and perfect teeth. The second man was quite a bit younger, perhaps Peter's age or even younger. He looked like a jogger, though the older lawyer looked more like he was into racquetball or squash. Peter shook the hand of the older man, who then turned to Lauren. "You must be Peter's friend with the problem. Lauren Graham, I believe? I'm Dick Locke." Lauren nodded and he turned to Heather. "Miss Mackenzie, please let me express my sympathies to you. I understand how hard this must be for you." He then introduced the other man, Josh Barrows. "Please don't think I am pawning this off on some junior associate.", he told Peter. "Josh handles any family practice in the office, and is actually a junior partner. I just don't do enough myself to be fair to you, and really, I have a deposition to take in fifteen minutes. I promise, I'll review what needs to be done, but Josh really is the best person we have for the job." Peter replied, "No, that's okay, Dick, I understand. I really wasn't sure whether you even handled something like this, or were going to have to give us a referral. I thought you only handled corporate law and real estate and taxes and such." The younger man, Josh Barrows, answered smoothly for his boss. "It's not at all uncommon when you consider how often family law interacts with corporate practice. Consider estate planning, tax consequences of divorces, pre-nups, trusts... there is a wide range of things to think about. While I don't have all the facts, I am sure that this is a classic case where family law is involved." Locke took his leave and Barrows seated himself at the head of the conference table, with Peter on his right and Lauren on his left. Heather sat on Lauren's left. "Now, how can we help?", he started. There was a brief babble as all the others answered, then Peter held up his hands and quieted the two women. "Let me." He explained Heather's situation, how she had been living with Lauren for several months, how her parents had died, the lack of any other relatives, and their current inability to even bury Heather's father. It took several minutes to explain completely, and Barrows made a number of notes on a legal pad as he listened. Lauren was surprised to note that he continually was watching the teen. Heather looked distressed a number of times, but she kept calm and quiet and maintained her composure. Finally, after several questions to Lauren and Peter, he commented, "Okay, I think I understand what is involved. It's a bit complicated, but not terribly so, but there's a bit to do here." He stood up and walked around the table to where Heather was sitting, and sat down on a chair next to her. In this position Heather was forced to look away from the others to talk to him. "First things first, though. Heather, I need to ask you a few questions, all right?" Heather turned to look at Lauren, but Barrows reached out and touched her hand lightly. "No, Heather, I want you to look at me, honey, not them." Heather turned back in confusion, to see him smiling kindly at her. "I've heard from them, Heather, not from you. Just ignore them for a minute or two. Now let me ask you, do you understand why you're here?" Heather gave him a confused look. "You're going to be my lawyer, right?" Barrows smiled and nodded. "We're getting there. Now, I want you to tell me what you want to do. Not what everyone else wants you to do. What do you want to do?" It was a question that Heather could answer easily, since she had spent most of the last twenty-four hours thinking about just that. Without even glancing over her shoulder, she replied in a quiet but clear voice, "I think we need to bury Daddy first, don't you?" "Yes.", he agreed. "And afterwards?" "Can I move back home? To my house?", she asked in a tentative voice. "Probably not on your own, Heather. Do you have a second choice?" "Could I stay with Lauren?" She turned wildly to Lauren. The older woman had said several times that Heather could stay as long as necessary, but now this seemed very urgent. "Could I?", she pleaded. Lauren held the girl's hands as she reassured her it was going to be alright, and that she could stay. Heather turned back to the lawyer hopefully. He smiled. "That we can probably do." Lauren spoke up. She had been thinking about this since the previous day. "Would it help if I were to adopt Heather? Legally, I mean?" Heather's hand clenched Lauren's and tears came to the teen's eyes, but she stayed focused on Barrows and remained calm. Barrows shook his head. "I don't think that will be really needed." He stood again and walked to the window and looked out it while scratching his chin. When he turned back, he sat down and picked up his pad again. "Okay, we need to do a number of things to make this happen, but we can make it happen. First off, we need to make you, Lauren, Heather's legal guardian. It will probably start out on a temporary basis but we'll make it official soon enough. Second, we, the firm, that is, will become executors of the estate. Your parents didn't have wills, did they?", he asked Heather. Heather didn't know, but Lauren said that Heather's father had mentioned after his wife's funeral that they didn't. "Right. So we need to become executors of the will. That way we can sort out the money issues. We will then set up a trust for you with the proceeds of the estate, with Lauren and us as trustees, so you can go to college some day. We will also get your father released from the hospital so we can lay him to rest. I know this may sound hard, but have you thought about that?" Heather nodded solemnly. "Something simple. We should use the same funeral home as for Mom, I suppose. Will this take long?" "No.", he answered. "We can probably get something done in a day or two. Perhaps we could have the services by this weekend." Lauren interjected, "That won't be enough time. We'll have to have a viewing and... oh, I don't know, it probably won't be until next week." "No.", said Heather firmly. As she answered she thought that this was her first really adult decision she was ever making. "No viewing. I want this simple and small, just us and Father Fred. I want this over with, please." "Are you sure, honey?", asked Lauren. "Please. Most of the family friends were friends of Mom's anyway, at least until she drove them off, and there are no relatives. Besides, there won't be anything to view, will there?" Lauren and Peter blushed but agreed. Between the horrendous accident and the autopsy, it would be a closed-casket ceremony. "Let's just get this over with." She turned back to the lawyer. "I can't go home?" "It's not that precisely, Heather. It's just that, even if your parents own the house completely, with no payments on it to a bank, there are still other expenses. Taxes, utilities, stuff like that. You don't have a job that can pay for those things. We'll need to sell the house and put the money in the bank for you, for college.", he explained. Heather nodded in understanding. Barrows stood after outlining what he would be doing, and promised to bring some papers over to be signed soon, then led the small group out. For the first time in a week, both Lauren and Heather seemed hopeful. "Thank you.", said Lauren. "I still don't know how we're going to pay you, but I swear I will pay..." Barrows looked confused. Turning to Peter, he said, "I thought you and your firm..." Peter smiled. "Don't worry, we are. I'll explain it to Lauren." He led the women outside before they could say anything else. Heather wasn't worried about payment; all she knew about lawyers was from television, where lawyers never asked for money. Lauren knew different. The law offices were much plusher than any place she had ever worked, and she knew enough about men's clothing to be nervous. Locke's suit had cost what she normally took home in a month. Barrows was obviously a junior partner; his suit was worth only three weeks of her paycheck. After Heather went down to her basement apartment, Lauren sat Peter down in the living room. "What did he mean that your company was paying for this?" Peter took a minute before answering. "Lauren, just what do you know about where I work and my job there?" The question took Lauren aback. She opened her mouth to answer, then shut it again. Exactly what did she know about Peter Tallman and his job? She thought for a moment, then said, "Well, it's a real estate company, right? Sort of like Century 21, only smaller? And you're the computer guy there." Peter nodded, then said, "Yes, that's part of it, but it's much more than that. You're thinking of Equity Estates, right?" Lauren nodded. That was who answered that phone when she called over there. Peter continued, "That's where I normally take my phone calls, but we do a lot more." Lauren had never actually been to Peter's office, so she didn't really understand. "Equity Estates is simply one subsidiary of Equity Partners. We handle just about anything involving real estate. Construction, home sales, commercial work, leasing and rental properties, property development." Lauren interrupted, "But you're the computer guy, right?" "Yes, but for the entire outfit, not just the real estate part, okay? Everything!" "I understand that, but how does that get me free lawyering? Won't I have to pay back your company instead?" Peter smiled. "Lauren, you don't earn enough to pay them back. They don't even do personal work that isn't related to their commercial work. We need them for all the tax and real estate stuff, but you couldn't just walk in off the street and hire them." Lauren understood and nodded, so Peter continued. "The reason they will do this for you is that I asked them." "What makes you so important?", she asked curiously. Peter shrugged. "Probably the fact that I'm one of the owners of the company." Lauren stared at her lover. An owner!? Peter was only thirty years old, how could he own a company, or part of a company? "What?! How?! You never said..." "No, I didn't. I generally don't advertise that sort of thing. Besides, I'm not THE owner, just a minority partner, it's a hair under ten percent of the company." "How?!" Peter stood up and went into the kitchen, returning with two cups of coffee before answering. Handing one to Lauren, he began explaining. "It all started around six or seven years ago. I had been with the company since I got out of college, and going to grad school nights. Anyway, the previous management had kind of screwed the pooch and the company needed some new money, some new capital. Several of the more senior sales guys decided to make a buyout offer and then the lawyers got into it." "For some damn reason, they had to make a last minute offer to let anybody else in the company cough up some cash and buy in too. It was a real short time span, and there was some real cash involved, so they figured nobody could manage it, but I did. I borrowed some from my parents and used my own savings for the rest and managed to pull it off, to meet the absolute minimum." "My God! You... you... you're rich!" Peter gave Lauren a wry smile. "Oh yeah, on paper I'm a millionaire. Trust me, Lauren, I'm not all that rich. Most of whatever I have is tied up in the firm, and I can't sell that very easily. Believe me, I still have to survive on my weekly paycheck." "But you live in an apartment. Why don't you live in a house if you can? Why pay the rent?" Peter grinned. "Because we own the apartment complex, honey. Besides, I'm a pretty simple guy. The apartment is fine. Some day I'll buy a house and be able to pay cash." Lauren simply stared at him in amazement. She'd had no idea how well off Peter was. She knew that tech guys usually were paid fairly well; certainly the ones she knew from the office didn't seem to be hurting, but this was way beyond that! "Jesus!" Peter grew serious. "Listen - please don't tell anybody, okay? People think you have some money and they come out of the woodwork. I'd rather everybody you know just treat me like good old Peter the geek, all right?" Lauren simply nodded agreement. The rest of the week was relatively anticlimactic. Lauren returned to work and Barrows came over the next evening with a stack of papers to be signed. Lauren would receive temporary guardianship of Heather until the family court ruled on a permanent arrangement. Because Heather was already sixteen-and-a-half, anything involved would only be in effect for a little over a year in any case, so adoption wasn't needed. Heather could begin moving whatever she wanted to out of the house to the basement apartment, and the rest could be placed into storage, if she wanted. The funeral was held on Saturday morning. There were no viewing hours, and no guests invited. Only Robby, Lauren, and Peter stood with Heather, and for the second time in two weeks, Robby and Peter acted as pallbearers. ------- Chapter 23: Getting On With Life Heather went back to school that next Monday, for the first time in almost two weeks. Considering what she had been through, her teachers were very generous as to missing homework and assignment due dates. Robby hung out with her as much as he could, even though they had totally different schedules and classes, and most of her friends simply avoided the subject of her parents' deaths. Still, something didn't seem right to Heather, and it wasn't until Tuesday that she began to worry. Robby was with her as much as ever, but had completely stopped touching her and kissing her. While he had held her when she was crying or at the funerals or afterwards, it was almost as if he was avoiding anything more. They hardly even held hands anymore. It didn't change at lunchtime. Normally they sat together, so close that Heather was practically in his lap, but today, for the second straight day, Robby sat opposite her, on the other side of the table. Distressed, she stared at him, then picked up her books and left the lunchroom. Startled and confused, the boy followed after her. He caught up with her at Heather's locker. "Heather, stop! What's wrong?" By the time he caught her, he could see she was wiping a tear from her eye. "I don't know Robby, what is wrong!?", she demanded. "What?", he exclaimed. "I asked what's wrong, Robby, what did I do? You've been avoiding me for days now. I want to hold your hand and you pull away, you don't kiss me anymore, we don't even, even..." She turned away from him, stifling a sob. What they had once shared was too special to say the words in a school hallway. They no longer even made love! "But Lauren... Mrs. Graham!... She told me...", replied the confused teen. Heather whirled back to face him. "Lauren! What did she tell you!?" Robby glanced around the hallway, and lowered his voice to a whisper. "She told me that I couldn't, well, you know... I mean, she said you were very fragile and I shouldn't do anything, well, you know..." Heather stared at him wildly, a ray of hope filling her eyes. "She told you not to..." Exasperated, Robby said, "Yeah exactly! I was supposed to be just supportive, okay? Lots of hugs and let you cry on my shoulder and that was about it. Otherwise, hands off!" Heather rolled her eyes skyward. "So you still want to see me?" "Jesus Christ!", swore the boy. "What in the world made you think I didn't want to see you? If I was going to dump you, wouldn't I have done it before all this mess?" As soon as the words escaped his lips, his eyes widened in panic at what he had just said. "I didn't mean that, Heather." It sailed right past the girl, so relieved that she ignored his potentially hurtful words. Wrapping her arms around him, she hugged his chest, then looked up at him and smiled. "I thought you wanted to break up, you've been so stand-offish lately." "Christ, no!" "Oh Robby!" Heather stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, and Robby lowered his lips to hers. They kissed deeply, then Robby pulled back slightly. "So, maybe we can go out Friday? Dinner and a movie?", he asked. "Yes, yes, yes!", she agreed rapidly, then pulled his face back to hers. The twosome remained in each others arms for several minutes, until an outraged voice spoke up from behind Heather. "Mister Jones! Miss Mackenzie! That will be enough of that!" Robby's eyes snapped open to see Mrs. Beresford, the guidance counselor standing behind Heather, a ruler in her hand. He jerked upright and away from his love, and Heather spun around guiltily. "Perhaps the pair of you would like some detention, some solo detention, to consider the demerits of a PDA?" Robby's lips flapped briefly, then he found his voice. "No ma'am!" "Then I am sure that you have a class to be at!" Robby turned on his heels and moved quickly away, followed by Heather. "Not so fast, Miss Mackenzie!", ordered Mrs. Beresford. Heather halted and turned to face the guidance counselor. Janice Beresford was in her mid-fifties, a small woman, twice-divorced, and with a reputation as a hard case among some of the students. Heather normally had little to do with her, and hadn't required either disciplinary counseling or college counseling, the primary time consumers for the older woman. Mrs. Beresford wasn't overly concerned with the PDA, the Public Display of Affection, which she had caught Heather and Robby in. The reality of modern teenagers was that it was impossible to ban kissing in the school. She and the other teachers simply tried to keep the wilder excesses under control. On most days, the guidance counselor was satisfied to keep the public groping out of sight of the freshman, and limit the fornication to the parking lot at school dances. Heather walked slowly back to where Mrs. Beresford was waiting by her locker. "Mrs. Beresford, I..." The counselor interrupted her and waved off any worries with a wan smile. "Oh, don't worry about him, Heather. I just wanted to talk to you for a minute." She led the girl back towards her office smoothly; she had already checked the girl's schedule and knew Heather only had a study hall after lunch. Once in the privacy of the guidance counselor's suite, she gently asked Heather how she was doing. She was very concerned about Heather's mental condition. Severe depression was rather common in these cases, and suicide was not at all unheard of. Heather managed to convince Mrs. Beresford that she was stable and living with friends in a permanent arrangement, and agreed to have Lauren talk to her in the future. That evening, when Lauren returned home from work, Heather confronted her in the kitchen. "Mrs. Beresford wants you to call her or something." Lauren raised an eyebrow. "Who's Mrs. Beresford?", she asked. "Oh, I thought you knew her. She's the guidance counselor at school. I think she wants to know if I'm being suicidal or crazy or something." Lauren's eyes widened at that. Heather continued, with a laugh, "Yeah, so don't tell her how you found me playing Russian Roulette with all six cylinders loaded." "Christ on a crutch!", exclaimed Lauren. "Heather, that's not even a little funny!" "No kidding! Hey, did you tell Robby to leave me alone or something?", she asked. Lauren's eyebrows knitted as she tried to figure out what the teen was asking, then a look of comprehension came over her face. "Oh, that... well, sort of. I mean, you were pretty rocky there, especially after your dad's accident, and I didn't want Robby pushing you or anything. I just told him that he had to act like a man, a real man, and protect you and care for you and not think about whatever he wanted to do. Why, did he complain?" That didn't seem like Robby to Lauren, but there was no telling with teenage boys. Heather shook her head. "No, not really. Actually I complained to him. It was like he was avoiding me or something. I mean, he would hold my hand and hug me, but nothing more. I thought he was dumping me!" "Good Lord! I never thought..." Heather waved her hands, shrugging off the protest. "No, no, it's okay. He told me, and we're going out this Friday to dinner and a movie." Lauren nodded. "I think you should go out. You need to get on with things. Go out and have some fun, maybe see some friends, whatever." Heather gave her older friend an evil grin. "I think it's the whatever that I need most!" Lauren swatted the girl playfully with a kitchen towel. "Actually, now that you mention it, I'm in need of some whatever, myself. Peter and I haven't spent any time alone in two weeks either, you know?" Heather nodded in agreement. "Maybe I can ask my folks to take the kids this weekend. Then I can go over to Peter's apartment for some whatever and you and Robby can do whatever here." Heather smiled and nodded agreement. "Whatever!" Lauren laughed. Shirley Boscow eyed her daughter with concern when Lauren raised the idea with her. "Are you sure you want to leave Heather alone? You know, she can come over to our place, too. Or I can come and stay the weekend?" "Mom, I think that's the entire idea. She doesn't want to spend the weekend with you or the kids. She wants Robby to come over and visit." Lauren's mother clucked her tongue in a tone of disapproval. "Really! Maybe I'm just old fashioned but I don't think that's very ladylike." Lauren laughed loudly. "Mom! What's not ladylike? Would you rather she was sneaking around like I had to at her age?" Shirley snorted and laughed, waving an index finger at her eldest daughter. "And don't think I didn't know what you were up to, either! That wasn't very ladylike either!" Lauren snorted good-naturedly. "Oh, please! I wasn't trying to be a lady; I was trying to have some fun! Don't tell me you weren't just like Heather and me once upon a time!" Lauren's mother opened her mouth to protest, but Lauren kept speaking. "Daddy's told me all about you two in high school!" Shirley squawked at this. "Your father lies!", she said heatedly. The truth of the matter was that she had lost her virginity to Lauren's father at an even earlier age than Lauren, at fifteen, in her parent's finished basement. That first time had been wonderful and exciting, as had every single time since. Shirley didn't think she had ever faked it, not once in the almost forty years they had been making love. The time he had been off in Vietnam had been terribly lonely for a scared and horny and frustrated girl. Still, it would never do to agree with something like this, so she protested her innocence a bit longer, and promised herself to punish her husband suitably. It might be a night for one of those Viagras he had gotten off the Internet. He didn't normally need them, but tonight might be special! Remembering those early days had gotten her very excited. Still, Shirley did have one concern she considered legitimate. "Okay, so what do you want Jimmy and Holly to think about this? That it's all right to sleep around when they become old enough? Is that the kind of example you and Heather are setting? I like Peter and Robby, dear, but isn't it a little blatant?" "Mother!" Lauren looked at her mother, then shrugged. "Well for one thing, it's not like either one of us is sleeping around; we're both in steady and monogamous relationships. Isn't that the kind of example we should be setting? And besides, when Jimmy and Holly are that age, maybe it would be a good idea if I knew what they were up to, and didn't try to scare them into hiding things from me. Hell, Mom, I don't know. I'm just making this all up as I go." Shirley smiled and nodded. "I know, honey, that's all any of us can do." She patted Lauren's hand, then said, "Listen, you just bring the kids over after school on Friday. We'll bring them back Sunday after church, all right? You two just have fun this weekend and don't mind me!" Lauren nodded agreement, and her mother left for home. After dinner, she called up Peter and asked if he was interested in a houseguest for the weekend, and after he enthusiastically agreed, she told Heather the plan. Heather smiled and the pair talked about what they might get their respective boyfriends to do in the line of 'whatever.' ------- "I'm really glad you wanted to go out.", said Robby, after he and Heather had been seated at the restaurant. Robby had picked Heather up just a few minutes after six. He wanted to be able to have a nice meal with her before they went to the movies. He had been saving up his money for this, and had gotten time off from work as well. "I mean, it's good to be back with you. Really good." "Robby? What are you talking about?" Heather stared at her boyfriend curiously. "Shit!", he murmured under his breath. Looking up, he blushed and explained, "It's just that it's almost like you haven't really been around the last couple of weeks. I mean, with your parents and the lawyers and being out of school and all. You've been here but not really here." "You're not making much sense, Robby.", she teased him. Robby shrugged helplessly. "I can't explain it! It's just... well, can I simply say I think you needed to get out of the house? That I wanted to take you out and I think it's good for you. I mean, I know it's going to take you awhile..." Heather smiled at her lover and reached across the table to take his hand. "Shhhh... Robby, it's all right. I'll be fine. I wanted to come with you tonight. I was so worried when you hadn't asked me out earlier. I thought you didn't want to be with me any more." A look of agony crossed the boy's face. "But Heather, I love you!", he cried in subdued anguish. Heather tightened her grip on his hand. "I love you, too, Robby. I love you, too." The waitress returned and took their orders, and the two talked about school and gossiped about their classmates through dinner. Towards the end of dinner, when the waitress came back to ask about dessert, Robby glanced at his watch and commented that they didn't really have time. Heather surprised him by saying, "Actually, I was thinking of something. Could I see the dessert menu, please?" Robby wasn't about to say anything in front of the waitress, so after she left, he looked at Heather and said, "We really need to go if we're going to see the movie." "I really wasn't interested in the movie, Robby. Did you want to do something else?", she asked innocently. Robby's eyes popped open at this, and his jaw practically hit the plate. "Uh, sure, whatever... do you want to go?" He began looking around for the waitress, trying to order up the check so he could pay it and thy could leave. He was planning on setting a new land speed record heading back to Heather's basement apartment. "Robby, don't rush. We'll just have some desert and coffee and then leave, okay? Lauren and the kids are gone tonight, so we can just make ourselves comfortable." She stroked a fingernail along the back of his hand, and beads of sweat practically popped out of his forehead. "Robby, do you remember that first night, after the dance? Do you remember what I was wearing that night?" The night after the Homecoming Dance was etched indelibly in Robby's brain. It was the night when he and Heather had first made love, the night they had both lost their virginity, and he would remember it until his dying day. He could barely speak, so he simply nodded his head. Heather had worn a long and sheer satin halter dress, with stockings and high heels - and absolutely nothing else. Robby glanced at Heather's present outfit and wondered. Heather was dressed in a considerably simpler fashion, though she was still stunningly beautiful. Tonight she was wearing a tight cable knit sweater and a knit skirt that came several inches above her knees, though it wasn't really a miniskirt. She was also wearing pantyhose and high heeled shoes, ankle strapped. Suddenly Robby's eyes widened and he stared at her breasts through the sweater. Heather had jiggled pleasantly as she sat down, and now he wondered if she was wearing a bra. The rest of her comment made him wonder if she was wearing panties, and if her pantyhose were actually stockings, like that first night. Robby's mouth was dry as he looked Heather in the eye, to find her silently smiling at him. "Did you really want to see that movie, Robby?", she teased. Robby shook his head. "I love you, Heather.", he whispered to her. Heather smiled serenely. "I know." "Do you really want dessert?", he asked. Heather laughed. "Yes, silly! Now behave. Good things come to those who wait, all right? We've got all evening! I plan on wearing you out completely." Robby grinned maniacally at this. "Are you busy tomorrow?", she asked. "No.", he replied, confused. "Well, I wasn't planning on going anywhere, either. How would you like to come over and spend the entire day with me, without anybody around? All we'd need to do is take care of Goldy and we could spend the rest of the day doing whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted." Robby nodded enthusiastically. "I love it!" When they got back to Heather's, she let them in through the front door. Most dates, she would lead Robby around to the back of the house and go in through the basement. They weren't sneaking in, but she agreed with Lauren that it might not be a good idea to let Jimmy and Holly know she was bringing a boy in for an extended period with the door locked. She wasn't ashamed of anything she had done with Robby; she also didn't want to have to answer odd questions from pre-teens. Once inside, she surprised Robby by leading him into the living room. "Were you planning on starting a fire like that first night, too?", he asked, smiling. "No.", she answered with a laugh. "Promise you won't think I'm weird?" Robby shrugged and nodded agreement. "Every once in a while I know that Lauren and Peter get it on here in the living room. I wanted to give it a try. I mean, who's going to stop us, right?" "Cool!" He stepped close to Heather and wrapped his arms around her. As he kissed her, he allowed his fingers to wander, running up her back and confirming that she was indeed braless. "Wait.", she whispered. Stepping back, she reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, then grasped the bottom of the sweater. As she pulled it up and over her head, the skirt fell to the floor. Moments later, she stood before him dressed only in her stockings and heels. "God, you're beautiful!", he whispered to her. "Do you like the new me?", she asked playfully. It took Robby almost a minute to find what she was referring to. He walked around her quickly as she stood before him, but it wasn't until she shifted her legs to a more open stance that he noticed. Looking at her pussy, he discovered that Heather had shaved most, though not all, of her pubic hair off. Until that point, she had kept herself trimmed sufficiently so that she could wear a fairly small bikini, but still maintained a slim line, a 'landing strip' as she had heard it described. Now her pussy lips were completely bare, and only a small tuft of fuzz topped her slit. Suddenly Robby's mouth was dry again. "Wow!" "Do you like it?", she asked. She didn't tell Robby that Lauren had even less. She knew that the girls at school said that any woman who shaved her pussy was a slut and Heather didn't care. If it excited Robby and it excited her, she would do it gladly. Besides, what were those girls doing staring at her pussy in a locker room after gym? If they saw something, tough shit! Robby nodded, then smiled. "You know, you might have nicked something. Maybe I should check it out and kiss it and make it better." "Ooooohh! I like that idea!", cooed Heather. She stepped closer and began unbuttoning Robby's shirt. "I think you are way too dressed for such an operation, doctor. You just stand still and let me help you out of these clothes." Heather undressed her lover from the top down, first removing his shirt and undershirt, then kneeling before him and unzipping his pants. She pulled them down around his ankles before realizing she would have to remove his shoes and socks, so she left them and helped him out of his shoes, then tugged off his pants. He looked positively silly standing there in nothing but his briefs and socks, though his briefs were bulging so much that they looked like a balloon about to explode. She pulled his socks down, then sat back on her heels to view what was left. A dark wet spot was slowly forming on the front of his shorts. Quickly pulling his underwear down, Heather was greeted by Robby's massive and stiff cock surging out towards her face. "This is just too tempting to say no.", she told him, looking up at Robby and smiling. Opening her mouth, she took the bulbous cockhead between her lips and began slowly stroking his cockshaft with her fingertips. "Oh, baby! That feels so good!" Robby began running his fingers through Heather's long dark hair, and Heather began speeding up her actions. She began sucking him harder and stroking his cock with one hand, while the other gently caressed his nuts. Pre-come began seeping from his cock into her mouth, and she found the taste delicious. "Jesus!", he gasped, barely holding himself back. "Oh, God, I can't stand it. I thought you wanted me to eat you!" Heather pulled her head away, though she continued playing with the turgid member staring one-eyed at her. "That's next. First, I want you to come, I want you to come in my mouth!" She opened her mouth and sucked him inside her deeply. Robby stared down at her in disbelief and love. It was too much! Moaning, his hips began churning forward, and he grasped her head gently and pulled her face even closer to his crotch. Come began spewing down Heather's throat. Heather sucked Robby dry until, drained and weak-kneed, he sank down onto the carpet next to her. She licked her lips obscenely, swallowing the remnants of his juice, then grinned and kissed him. This surprised the teen considerably, as he realized exactly what Heather had been licking off her lips, but it didn't seem to kill him and he couldn't detect any flavor. Reclining, he pulled Heather down to the floor, stretched out half on top of him. Heather preferred a more active role. Sitting upright, she crawled over him and straddled his face, her knees on each side of his head, facing him, then lowered her pussy onto his mouth. "Your turn!", she told him cheerfully. "You need to kiss me and make me better, remember?" Robby would have shrugged if he had been able to move his shoulders. Heather seemed in a perfectly fine condition. Still and all, it seemed an excellent idea to lick some pussy while his cock stiffened, so he smiled and extended his tongue. Heather lowered her snatch to his questing lips and reveled in the feel of his lips on hers. "Oh, Robby, that's it! Just like that!" Robby's tongue licked the length of her cunt and concentrated on the little bud atop it, furiously licking at her clitoris. "Yes, yes, yes! Don't stop, just like that!", Heather cried out as she began coming. "There! There!" Heather's body began shivering as a powerful orgasm swept through her, and it seemed to the teenaged boy beneath her that a flood of pussy juice poured out onto his tongue. Robby licked up the pussy juice and grinned to himself. He was as hard as a rock and it was time to stick his cock up the slick little pussy over his face. Instead, Heather stayed in position over him, and begged, "Oh, do it again Robby! I need it so bad!" She twisted her fingers gently through his curly hair and held him in position as he began sucking and licking again. This second round, his tongue tired, Robby concentrated on something he had just read about in one of his father's Penthouse magazines. He zoomed in on Heather's throbbing clit and began sucking on it, just like she had sucked his cock a little while before. Heather shrieked as she came, bouncing her pussy on the face trapped between her legs. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Don't stop, don't stop. Suck me, suck me, suck me!" Heather's second orgasm was even stronger than her first, and didn't take anywhere near as much time to happen. Her third proved even faster, though the intensity overwhelmed the girl. Crying out weakly that it was too much for her, she crawled off Robby's face, panting with the exertion of coming so strongly. She sat astride his chest, sweat glistening on her body as she came down from the orgasm induced high. "If you think you are done, you are very, very mistaken!", he told the girl. Heather's eyes widened but before she could say anything, Robby had manhandled her down so that she was straddling his hips. Lifting her by the waist, he set her back down, her cunt engulfing his cock, and forced his entire length up into her slickly tight pussy. "Now, you need to get back to work!", he ordered her. Heather gasped at the sudden intrusion of the oversized cock into her overheated cunt. The intensity of her immediate orgasm was so great as to be almost painful. She bounced on the excited organ even as Robby reached up to caress and fondle her tits and nipples, and Heather came repeatedly until Robby blasted his jism up into her pussy. Dazed, Heather collapsed onto her lover's heaving chest. It took her several minutes before she could say, "Oh my God! That was so intense! I've never felt like that before." Robby smirked. "I thought this was one time when no really didn't mean no!" Heather snorted. "Yeah? And what if I were to call the cops and charge rape? No means no!" Robby twisted his head to look at the girl laying naked on him and smiled. "Well, first off, considering that you were on top, I don't really think you could make the charge stick." Heather giggled at this. "And second, all I would do would be have you strip naked and no man on the jury would ever convict me!" "Wiseass! I'd pull your pants down and get you stiff, and claim you attacked me with a deadly weapon!" The pair lay on the floor joking until Robby glanced at his wristwatch. "At some point, babe, I am going to have to get out of here." Heather propped herself up with her elbows on his chest and nodded understanding. "Well, okay, but you are coming over tomorrow, right?" "Yeah, sure." "Well, if you come over early, I can make you breakfast." Robby looked somewhat skeptical at this, so she pressed him. "Don't you want to be here while I work in the kitchen wearing nothing but my little silk robe and high heels?" Robby's eyes gaped wide at this. "I bet you'd like to watch me eat some pancakes with your special syrup on them!" "Uhhh, maybe I could make it for breakfast after all." Heather smiled at this. "Afterwards, I'm sure we could find something to keep us occupied for the rest of the morning." Robby smiled and nodded agreement. "Later on you can take me over to the mall for some shopping." "Shopping!?" Robby had a mother and two sisters who considered shopping a competitive sport; he detested shopping with women with a passion. "Of course, Robby.", she answered innocently. "I need to pick up a pair or two of stockings, and maybe a few thongs... and I really would like to get a very, very short skirt. Would you like to help me shop for that sort of stuff?" "Uhh, well, okay with me..." Robby surrendered wholeheartedly. "Maybe later on you could model it for me?" "Oh, I'm sure I'd need you to test how well they fit! Now, tonight, before you go home, you need to take a shower. Would you like me to scrub your back?" ------- Lauren let herself into Peter's apartment with the key he had given her before Thanksgiving, though she knocked first. She found him walking across the living room carpet towards the door, and he helped her with her bag. "Hi, honey, I'm sorry I'm late." Peter silenced her with a quick kiss. "It's not a problem. Where've you been?", he asked. Lauren rolled her eyes. It had been one of those nights. Lauren had waited for Robby to come over and take Heather out before loading up her children, and Jimmy and Holly had spent most of the afternoon and the drive over bickering and arguing. Then she had needed to wait for her parents to get back from shopping before she could rush back out to her car and leave. It was almost seven before she had let herself in to the apartment. She waved her hands despairingly and said, "Never mind, I'm simply going to sell the kids and buy another dog, then shoot the dog. Do I have time to change before we go out? I'm starving!" "We're dining in tonight." Lauren's eyes lit up in curiosity. "What would you say to some linguine with white clam and crab sauce and a little white wine to wash it all down?" "Sounds heavenly. Since when did you learn to cook?", she asked. Peter looked askance at Lauren. "Since always. I've been cooking for years, since high school. How do you think I got so fat in those days? We just go out a lot, or you cook. Guys do cook, you know." "I've heard that.", she replied with a laugh. "I just didn't marry one who did! Gary couldn't boil water without burning it." She kicked off her shoes and followed him out to the kitchen, stopping to reach down and peel off her socks. What with packing the kids up and taking them over to her parents, Lauren had been unable to dress nicely before arriving. She normally would have changed into a short skirt, a nice blouse or top, stockings, and heels, with very little, if anything, underneath. Tonight she wore a T-shirt and faded jeans, socks and Nikes. "So, what's Heather up to this weekend, that you had to leave the kids with your folks?", he asked. Peter reached into his refrigerator and brought out a chilled bottle of Chardonnay, then pulled a pair of wine glasses out of a cabinet. "Well, Robby was taking her out tonight and then coming back to the house after, and I think she was planning on spending the entire weekend playing house with him.", commented Lauren with a smile. Peter arched his eyebrows leeringly. "Like I said, the perfect high school girlfriend." He handed Lauren her wineglass. "Oh, behave. Heather's a very sweet girl, and you know it! I'm glad for her. She needs this time with him; it's been a very rough few weeks for her." Peter sipped his wine and then began pulling the various pans and ingredients out that he would be needing. "Oh, I agree. I'm just saying, they didn't make high school girlfriends like that when I was in high school." "Peter, they did so! Anyway, she was so naïve; I was the one who had to explain the facts of life to her. Her own mother was too crazy by then." Peter glanced at Lauren. "Don't they teach that stuff in school these days?" Lauren shrugged. "Yes and no. They teach you all about eggs and sperm, some about procreation, nothing about sex. Would you believe she actually believed that girls had to go all the way if the boy paid for the date? She wanted to know all about it, or whether she was going to have to pay for her own dates." Peter grinned as he poured olive oil into a large frying pan. "So? What's the problem? That's the rule, you know!" "Peter!?", replied Lauren with a shocked tone. "Well, that's the rule, you know! I hope you know what you are going to have to do tonight to pay for this feast!" Lauren looked at him for a moment as a slow grin came across her face. "I don't cook for just anyone! I am expecting some major payback tonight." "Oh, really!", she said with a snorting laugh. "Absolutely, and right now, I think it would be a good idea for you to show me some of my dessert." He waggled a wooden spoon at her bosom before returning to the pan. "Take off that T-shirt and let me see some dessert." "Dessert, huh?" Lauren set her wine glass down and played along with the game. She pulled the plain white T-shirt out of her jeans and pulled it over her head, then shook out her hair. Beneath the shirt she had worn a lacy white bra, low cut and quite sheer. Her nipples were barely contained by it and were plainly visible to her lover. Peter smiled. "Dessert, and finger licking good, too!" Lauren lounged around the kitchen with Peter, talking about the day as Peter set the linguini to boiling, while sautéing the garlic, minced clams and canned crab meat. On several occasions he poured in some of his wine, though he kept Lauren's glass filled. Midway through cooking, he reached around Lauren's back and popped the clasp on her bra. Lauren shrugged it off and tossed it into the living room, then stood proudly before him topless. Her nipples were very stiff, and she was becoming very excited by their little game. After a few minutes more, Lauren asked him, "Just how much dessert were you planning on tonight?" "Lots! Seconds at least, and probably thirds! Here, you'd better let me check the flavor." Lauren smiled as he set down his spoon and stepped closer. Reaching between them, he unzipped her jeans and spread them open, then slipped his fingers inside. She sucked her breath in as he delved into her pussy. She had left her panties at home, and was wearing her jeans 'bareback' style. Peter pulled his fingers out and licked them ostentatiously. "Delicious.", he pronounced. Lauren left her jeans open and partially down her thighs, then skinned out of them completely. She held her glass out to Peter, who was forced to retrieve a second bottle from the refrigerator. This was completed and he poured the pasta into a colander, after warning Lauren to stand back. The last thing he wanted was to burn the silky skin that was going to be his playground that weekend. Peter served the pasta and sauce up on plates and carried them into the living room, setting them on the coffee table. Lauren followed with the wine, glasses, and silverware. "So this is how you guys expect dinner to be paid for?", she commented, twirling her linguini on her fork. Several drops of sauce splattered on her left breast and she glanced down at them, then up at Peter. She swallowed her pasta, then wiped up the sauce with a finger and licked it off. "Hey, not only does the outfit look good on you, it's wash and wear." Lauren's eyes widened at this, but then she laughed. "I don't think I'm going to tell Heather about this. I think I'll let Robby try and convince her himself." "How's she doing anyway?", Peter asked. "And how about you? Are you ready to be the mother of a teenager so soon?" Lauren snorted and laughed, but the pair began talking about the changes in her home life. It was only after Lauren had finished her linguini and the rest of the bottle of wine that Peter returned her attention to the fact that she was naked and he was expecting some 'dessert.' "After all, that's what a girl is supposed to be after a fellow pays for dinner, right?" "You are such a pig!", she protested. "Dessert, huh? Just what did you have in mind?" Lauren set the plates on the coffee table and climbed onto the couch next to Peter. He threw an arm around her shoulders as she snuggled up against him and ran her fingers along his crotch. She could feel his erection throbbing stiffly through his pants. She unzipped his trousers and fished his cock out. "Hmmm?" "Didn't your mother teach you not to talk with your mouth full?", he quipped in reply. "Not about that!", she answered. As Peter pressed gently on her shoulders, Lauren tugged his pants low enough to give her some working room, then twisted around and lay across his lap, her face at her lover's crotch. Opening her mouth wide, she allowed his cock to slip between her lips, closing them around his shaft and began to gently suck him. Peter groaned contentedly. Lauren gave excellent head and she was gently bobbing her face up and down and she softly stroked him with feathery light touches. "Ummmm, that's nice.", he whispered to her. "Just like that, baby, just like that." He allowed one hand to begin stroking along her naked back while the other gently ran through her thick brown tresses. "Just like that." Lauren twisted around and glanced up at his face; Peter's eyes were closed in blissful happiness. Lauren understood Peter's wants; he wanted a blowjob! This was perfectly acceptable to her since she enjoyed sucking cock. It had always given her a thrill to know that she had the power in her lips to reduce a grown man to quivering jelly by simply licking and sucking his prick. In truth, she frequently had a small orgasm when the guy was having a big one. She began stroking Peter's shaft harder, fondling his nuts and flicking her fingertips down between his legs to his asshole, even as she began sucking harder on his cockhead. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, that's it, don't stop!", begged Peter. Oh, that's it, just like that!" Peter began lifting his hips, thrusting up into Lauren's mouth, even as he was pushing her head down. Lauren managed to keep Peter from suffocating her, and concentrated on getting him off. "Yeah, yeah, yeah! That's it, that's it... take it, take it!" Peter's cock expanded dramatically in her mouth and he sagged back into the couch as he pumped a massive load down Lauren's throat. "Oh God!", he gasped as his twitching cock unloaded between her lips. "Wow!", he muttered happily as Lauren lifted her head from his lap and smiled at him. "So, you liked your dessert?", she asked with a smile. "Uh, yeah, it was very nice. I should serve that up more often! What about you?" "Delicious. A pleasant bouquet with a startling aftertaste, frisky yet not presumptuous." She giggled as she lifted her wineglass and handed it to him. "I'm still hungry, though." Peter smirked at her. "Sorry babe, but I think the restaurant is closed for a while. You might have to do some home cooking." Peter stood and pulled his pants back up. He headed out to the kitchen with a laugh and rummaged through the refrigerator for another bottle of wine. He returned to the living room and smiled broadly at what he was witnessing. "You bastard.", commented Lauren. "I'll show you some home cooking!" Taking the empty wine bottle, she stretched out on the couch and spread her legs, throwing one over the back of the couch and planting the other on the floor. She began to lewdly rub the bottle between her legs. Then, as Peter stared raptly, she placed the neck of the bottle at the entrance to her pussy and slowly pushed it in. Her pussy lips split wide as she shoved more of the bottle inside her cunt, and Lauren arched her back as the beginning waves of an orgasm took her. Her fingers began rubbing her clit furiously as she thrust the bottle in and out of herself, pistoning herself to a major come. By the time she was finished, she was sweating profusely and Peter was stiff with anticipation again. Peter positioned himself in the center of the couch and unzipped his pants, exposing his hard cock. Lauren took one look at the bulbous purple cockhead waving at her and tossed aside her impromptu dildo. Letting out a low growl of anticipation and need, she crawled onto his lap, straddling his thighs and lowered her drenched pussy onto him, impaling her cunt on his stiffness. As Peter smiled and reached up to cup and fondle her aroused breasts, Lauren's fingers delved into their joined crotches. She began bouncing on his cock while making mewling whimpers. Peter felt his lover's pussy juice dribbling down the length of his cock and into the hair around his balls. "Mmmm, feels good!", he commented hotly. "You must be really turned on, baby!" Lauren tried to gasp out an appropriate response, but failed to make much sense, she was panting so much. Smirking, Peter brought his hands down to her hips and began guiding and forcing her gyrations; his hips began thrusting up at her as Lauren's ride became more frenzied. Finally, Lauren shrieked and collapsed against Peter, even as his cock twitched and began spewing come upwards into her grasping cunt. Lauren sagged against his heaving chest, and she vaguely whispered to him, "So good, so good..." Lauren lay against Peter for several minutes until she roused herself enough to sit up and push herself upright. "Wow!", she said. "That was pretty intense." Peter grinned and nodded mutely. Lauren slipped off his lap to the couch, and Peter stood, pulling his trousers up and zipping them again. He went to the kitchen and returned with a third bottle of wine and the corkscrew, to find Lauren shivering slightly, with a quilt pulled from the back of the couch around her shoulders. "I'll warm you up!", he said archly. Lauren snorted in derision. "Yeah, like you've been taking care of me tonight already? I'll keep the comforter, thank you." Peter laughed. After he opened the wine, he poured Lauren's wineglass full, along with his, then set down the bottle on the coffee table. "By the way, I've got something for you." He wandered down the hallway to the second bedroom, his computer room, and returned with a large cardboard box. Stopping in the hallway, he turned the thermostat up, then settled back onto the couch. Lauren glanced at the return address on the box. "It's addressed to you, from Amazon.com.", she announced. Peter nodded. "I haven't ordered anything lately, so I think it's those books you ordered for Heather." "Ooohh! Goody!" Lauren tried to cut through the packing tape with her fingernails, but Peter pulled the box from her. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small penknife and slit open the box quickly, then handed it to her. The plastic packaging inside the box also needed a knife, so it was another minute before Lauren could see what had arrived. "Yep, that's what it is!" Peter pulled Lauren, quilt and all, onto his lap and positioned her so that he could look over her shoulder as she looked through the books. "I don't want to mess them up.", she commented. "I don't want Heather to think we were looking through them. She'd freak if she knew that you knew she was getting these." To Peter's surprise, she simply glanced through 'The Joy of Sex' and cracked the cover open on the illustrated Kama Sutra. Then, as she snuggled against him, naked under the comforter, she carefully flipped through the pages. "Planning the rest of the evening?", he asked. Lauren ignored him and simply commented on some of the positions. "Done it... done it... nowhere near as enjoyable as advertised... that's interesting..." Peter glanced at the photo, showing a profusion of arms and legs. "I think you need to be a professional to try that one." "I'd just like to know who was on top!" Lauren leafed carefully through the rest of the book, then set it to one side and picked up her wine. "As soon as we finish our wine,", she said, "we can go to bed and practice some more." ------- Lauren woke up and wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep. The light coming in through the bedroom window indicated it must have been late morning, and her head hurt fiercely. She shook the cobwebs loose only to be greeted by a wave of nausea and pain. She hadn't been this hungover in years! She slowly sat up and surveyed the situation. Peter's side of the bed was empty; he was obviously off jogging or exercising. Lauren remembered enough of the previous night to generate both a grimace and a smile. She had drank most of the last bottle of wine, then had pulled Peter into bed. They had practiced several different positions repeatedly until, totally drained, Peter collapsed and fell asleep, Lauren in his arms. Now, in the light of day, Lauren had a pounding head and a mouth as dry as cotton, and she could feel the dried residue of their love, her pussy juice and his jism, caking her body. Groaning, Lauren stumbled to the bathroom, where she dry swallowed a half-dozen Advils and brushed her teeth with the first toothbrush she saw. As she awoke, she realized it was Peter's, but it was too late to care. Turning the shower faucet up to blistering hot, she stepped inside and slowly washed herself clean. She felt almost human by the time she stepped out, and brushed her teeth a second time, this time with her own toothbrush. Another handful of Advils and she felt ready to face the world, or at least a small and quiet piece of the world. A rhythmic thumping made her wonder if Peter had returned, so she wrapped one of his terry cloth robes around herself and wandered out to the hallway. This one was a faded blue, short sleeved and short on her torso. Peter was laying back on his Nautilus workout machine, doing some kind of bench press exercise, wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and sweatpants. His sweatshirt was laying on the floor beside him... He looked over to see her enter and smiled at the sight of Lauren's delectably long legs and her impressive bustline showing forth from the robe. It had never looked that good on him! "Morning, beautiful! How are you feeling today?" "Shhh.", Lauren said, holding an index finger up to her lips. Peter smirked. "Have a little too much to drink last night, did we?" "Yes, we did, if you must know. I haven't been that drunk in years!" "That will teach you to be naughty." Peter did another bench press. "I, on the other hand, feel as fit as a fiddle, for my heart is pure and clean." "You really are a horse's ass, aren't you!", she replied. Peter simply grinned at her, and said, "You kiss your children with that mouth!?" "I suck cock with it, too!" Lauren hadn't planned anything with this remark; it had simply seemed a witty comeback. Peter had a different interpretation, however. Setting the grips of the weight machine in a resting position, he sprawled back on the bench and pushed his sweat pants down. Lauren found herself staring down at his well-packed jockstrap. "Prove it.", he ordered. Lauren blinked in surprise, then smiled down at her lover. Her headache was mostly gone, and the shower had left her feeling refreshed and healthy. As she watched Peter's cock begin to stiffen within the confines of the athletic supporter, she felt her pussy grow warm and moist. She reached down and tugged his jockstrap low and his cock sprang upright. "My, don't you have some big muscles!", she commented. She knelt on the floor next to Peter and lowered her face to his cock. Lauren should have expected it, but Peter was surprisingly smelly that morning. He had dressed for exercise after getting out of bed, reasoning that he would need to shower after his morning jog anyway, and what with the dried residue of come and pussy juice in his pubic hair as well as sweat, his crotch had a distinctly male aroma. It wasn't unpleasant but it was definitely noticeable. Peter, on the other hand, delighted in Lauren's clean and fresh scent. He quickly pulled her to her feet and positioned her straddling the bench and facing his feet. Then, as she sat gently on his face and lowered herself back down to suck his cock, he began lapping at her shaved pussy. Lauren's fragrance was that of an aroused woman, and it acted to excite Peter. Lauren's sucking soon drove him over the edge, and even as she began spasming in orgasm from his talented tongue, her mouth was filling with his come. Lauren practically fell off Peter's prone body and collapsed onto the floor in exhaustion. Grinning, Peter sat up and stripped off his t-shirt and sweatpants. "I was planning on a shower after my exercise. That was some exercise! Care to join me?", he asked. "I think I need another shower, now anyway." Peter stood and helped her to her feet. "So, what's the plan for today?", she asked him. Peter shrugged pleasantly, leading her by the hand back to the bathroom. "Well, you know, the usual. I plan on fucking you in the shower, then we can have a pleasant brunch, then some more sex all afternoon long, then go out tonight. Or is that too boring for you? I mean, we can do something else if you'd like." "No, that's all right. After the last few weeks, I think I need to get back into a regular routine. I think I should do something settled, no matter whether I like it or not!" Peter snorted at this and Lauren continued. "The question is, aren't you getting a little too old for such grandiose plans? Maybe I should be discussing this idea with Robby." She moved her hands so that she was mimicking the teen's impressive stature. Peter laughed at this. "Well, I have been getting all those emails saying how I can grow three to four inches, and last longer, too. You think maybe Robby's been getting those emails?" Lauren laughed at this. "I should send some of those emails to you, too.", he continued. "I mean, your stature can be helped as well." He held his hands in front of his chest, miming how she could be aided. "Thanks, but no thanks. Maybe we should both stay in our original decrepit condition." Peter turned on the water in the shower and stepped inside, to be followed by Lauren. The shower stall was large enough for the amorous pair, though it required them to be very friendly. Lauren wrapped her arms around Peter's neck and rubbed up against him as he soaped her back. As soon as Peter was hard enough to fuck, Lauren reached between them, shifting her weight so that she could raise a leg up and slip it inside her pussy. She stayed with him, grasping his torso as she shuddered with the need for a good fucking. Peter backed her against the shower wall and began slamming his pelvis against hers, driving his cock even deeper. "Oh God, oh God!... Don't stop... more, More!... fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." Lauren moaned as Peter pounded his cock into her cunt. The shower walls were almost vibrating by the time his back arched and he slammed into her for the last time. Lauren gasped as she felt the blasts of come spurting from his prick into the depths of her pussy. "Oh God, oh God!" Lauren clung to Peter's body until the final moment that his limp prick slipped softly from her pussy. She could feel the come running down her thighs, to be immediately washed away by the pulsing spray. She sagged back against the shower wall as Peter panted with exertion and leaned against the opposing wall. "Wow!", said Lauren. "Yeah!", agreed Peter. Taking a deep breath, he stepped under the cascading water and began washing up. "You know, if you are expecting a repeat performance right away, you really will have to call for Robby!" "Don't worry.", she replied stepping under the shower with him. "That wore me out, too. I think any repeats will have to be after some food and a recovery time for me as well. Wow! Trust me, you don't need those emails!" After showering, Lauren and Peter dried off and returned to his bedroom, where they both dressed for the remainder of the morning and the afternoon. For Peter this consisted of a pair of worn khakis and a flannel shirt; Lauren wore a short denim skirt and a tank top. Neither felt any need for underwear, since it would only get in the way for whatever they did later that day. Brunch was some Western omelettes and sausage that Peter prepared shortly before noon. Later the pair lounged around his living room watching television and reading, though they did put down their books mid-afternoon for a slow and languorous session of lovemaking on the carpet. It was later, shortly before dinner, that Peter sprung his surprise on Lauren. "Hey babe, before we go out, maybe I could help you clean up a bit?" "What's on your mind?", Lauren asked curiously. She had spent a few minutes Friday before coming over touching up her legs and pussy, so that they were smooth and hairless. She slipped a finger between her legs and confirmed that her cunt was as smooth as a baby's bottom. "Well, I was just thinking about driving in through the back entrance later.", he replied. Lauren's eyes widened with interest. Butt fucking? While they didn't do it regularly, Lauren did enjoy anal sex occasionally. Normally she needed to be very relaxed and horny. Peter taking her clubbing and letting her get drunk would be sufficient inducement for Lauren to take his cock up her ass. Lauren smiled encouragingly and climbed to her feet. Peter followed her down the hallway to the bath. The first step was for Lauren to strip naked, an act which took only a few seconds. Her nipples were hard by the time Peter pulled a new home enema kit from under the bathroom sink. She took it from his hands as he fumbled it open nervously, then shooed him out of the room. Peter breathed a sigh of relief as he left. While he enjoyed screwing Lauren in the ass, and knew that she enjoyed it as well, and they both preferred everything to be squeaky clean, the overall procedure was more than a bit distasteful to him. Lauren came back down the hallway almost an hour later, wrapped in an oversized terry cloth bathrobe of Peter's. She had done more than give herself an enema, she had also taken a leisurely bubble bath and then washed her hair. "So, what exactly is the plan for this evening?", she asked. "Well, I was thinking, maybe you'd like to put on a little black dress, some stockings and heels, and we could go out for dinner and then go to a club." "But I didn't bring a little black dress.", she replied. "Ah! Funny you should mention that." Peter climbed off the couch and wandered towards the coat closet. "What?", asked Lauren suspiciously. Peter pulled a small hanging bag from the closet. "I wasn't sure if you would pack something appropriate, so I made sure something was available." He unzipped the bag and pulled out a little black dress. "I thought this might be nice." He handed the hanger to Lauren. Lauren eyed him curiously as she took the dress. "What are you up to?" The little black dress definitely emphasized the word little. "Go on, try it on.", he asked. Lauren was still suspicious, but something in Peter's tone made her think he was hoping he had done something right. It seemed like it was more than just his buying her a sexy outfit. "Okay.", she said unsurely, and took it back to the bedroom. Tossing aside the bathrobe, she shook the dress out and looked at it. It was made from a very sheer and stretchy fabric, halter topped and with a zipper in the back. She undid the zipper and stepped into it, then pulled the top above her breasts. It clipped behind the neck, so she pulled the thin straps up and clipped it, then looked in the mirror. She gulped at the sight, then reached behind her and pulled the zipper up. Lauren stepped back in front of the mirror and stared at herself. The dress clung to her like it was made from static electricity, hugging itself to every mole and freckle. It dipped low between her large breasts, and was cut very low in the back; she could never wear a bra, not even a halter style, with this dress. It molded itself over her butt and hips to just above midthigh. She wasn't sure that stockings could be worn with it. It might be too short for anything but pantyhose! She smoothed the fabric down across her body, unconsciously pulling it tight against her skin, and opened the door to the bedroom. She went back down the hallway to Peter. "Wow! You look great!", he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. "You have got to be kidding me! I can't go out in this!", she protested. Peter's eyes showed a hurt look. "Why?! You look like a million bucks! You look gorgeous!" "Peter, it's so small! I could get arrested in this! I can't wear this outside.", said Lauren. She hated to disappoint him, but the dress seemed rather extreme. "Maybe I could just wear this around the apartment with you." "But you look great in it! Come on, Lauren, I've seen you wear dresses that short before. Remember when we went to Brockton? You wore something small then! Come on, you look beautiful!" "That was two hours from here. What if somebody I know sees me?" Lauren felt her resolve weakening, what with Peter's simultaneous looks of hurt at her rejection of his present and desire at seeing her in it. He had a sad puppy dog look that was destroying her willpower. "Oh, please! Give me a break! Look in the mirror, you look tremendous." Peter led her to the hall mirror and stood behind her, rubbing his hands along her bare arms and back. "God, but you look so sexy! Come on, just this once. Please!?", he pleaded. Lauren rolled her eyes in exasperation before nodding agreement. Peter lifted her from behind in a fierce hug and nuzzled her neck. Lauren simply commented, "I need to get my head examined." Peter excitedly pulled her back to the living room and pulled another bag from the closet. "I wasn't completely sure of your size, so I picked up several different sizes." He handed her a bag with several packages of stockings in them. Lauren glanced in the bag and looked at him curiously. "What in the world did you do?" Peter shrugged. "Simple. I went down to Victoria's Secret and asked for the longest and sheerest black stockings they had. The sales girl said these were the longest they had, and I bought them a size larger and smaller, just in case I was wrong." Lauren shook her head at this. "And the high heels?" Peter pulled a pair from the bottom of the closet. "You left these here a few weeks ago. I didn't think I should buy you shoes, too. They can be kind of expensive, and I really couldn't be sure if they would fit." He shrugged sheepishly. Lauren rolled her eyes again, and took the shoes and bag of stockings back to the bedroom. Surprisingly, the first package of stockings she pulled out were her size, and when she pulled them on, the lacy band at the top was completely hidden, though just barely, by the hem of the dress. She slipped the three inch heels on, and walked back to the living room. "Holy shit!", remarked Peter, awestruck. "You look great." He twirled his fingers in a 'turn around' motion, and Lauren slowly pirouetted before him, a smile slowly coming to her face. "Wow!" She hugged him and kissed him. "Okay, you did good. How'd you know my sizes?" Peter smirked. "Lauren, we've been sleeping together how long now? I should think I'd know your sizes by now." Lauren shook her head in amusement. "Yeah? I slept with Gary a hell of a lot longer and he never knew my sizes!" She looked at his clothing. "Go change, hot shot." ------- Jake Barstow had been a bouncer and manager at any number of clubs for the last twenty years. Tall, muscular, bald, and clean-shaven, he exuded a certain degree of menace and control that went well with handling unusual events. At Sans Culottes he watched the doors and managed the security crew; he kept the riff raff out, made sure the women let in were good looking, and supervised the other large and beefy men who escorted the drunk and stoned out the door. Every club had some kind of gimmick to set it apart. One place he had worked at put the dance floor at the bottom of a swimming pool and pumped in foam, another set dancers up in glass booths in their undies and gave them squirt bottles of body paint. Another one had been noted for using black lights everywhere; you could get some very strange effects with black light. This place wasn't too unusual by some standards. Nothing weird went on inside, it was just a standard night club with loud music and a lot of booze. The club signature was the dress code needed to get in. No woman could wear pants, panties, thongs, shorts, pantyhose, or anything which covered their pudendas. Jake set fairly simple rules for who was allowed in the club. First and foremost, it was couples only, or women. You didn't let in ogling groups of guys. It was couples usually, or single women rarely, or sometimes groups of women together. Second, the women had to look good; nothing overly skanky allowed. One evening he had seen this gorgeous looking woman accompanied by some damn Casper Milquetoast asshole of a guy; he had let the girl in and kept him out! She had laughed and waved her putative date off, then after proving she wasn't wearing panties, had taken him back to his office and given him a hell of a hummer. As the guy who checked the dress code, Jake considered himself an expert on pussy. He probably saw more pussies on a daily basis than most gynecologists! Over the last eighteen months he had seen so many that, like gynecologists, he practically stopped noticing them, except when something unusual came by. The current style was either shaved bald or a very neat and trim landing strip, but occasionally he saw something so hairy as to belong in a zoo. Tattoos were popular with some ladies, as were piercings and rings. Once he had even seen the lips padlocked together, which made him wonder what happened when she went through security at the airport. The strangest thing he'd ever seen had been when a party of two tall women, dressed to the nines in short dresses, stockings, and heels had lifted their skirts for inspection. The first possessed a stunning shaved pussy, the second possessed a semi-erect cock with a pair of shaved balls underneath. Jake had gulped and waved them through, then gone and gotten a double vodka at the bar. Tonight the ladies had been perfectly normal. The strangest pussy Jake had ever seen, however, belonged to the stunning brunette who had just come in. Medium height, busty as hell, and legs that wouldn't stop - Jake Barstow approved of the entire package before he saw the contents. Even the way she kept a death grip on her date's hand wasn't unusual. A lot of women here for the first time, or on a dare, would get suddenly nervous at the last minute. She had blushed furiously when Jake had prompted her to lift the hem of her dress, and while her boyfriend had grinned, the brunette had looked away and lifted the hem to waist level. A fairly standard shaved pussy above sheer stockings. No, what had been unusual enough to warrant a second look was the wire extending from the brunette's pussy. Jake had seen an awful lot of pussies and they generally did not come with wires hanging out. He looked up curiously to find the brunette facing away from him, red-faced, but the boyfriend looked him straight in the eye and smiled. Then he had extended his hand and opened his fist, showing some sort of white remote control inside, and pressed the button. Suddenly the brunette arched her back as a look of sheer bliss came over her beautiful face. Her nipples hardened so much that they looked as if they would rip through the thin fabric of her black dress. Even her pussy looked like it was puffier and moister. After a few seconds, the date switched off the remote and the brunette took a deep breath and smiled shyly at him, though she avoided Jake's eyes. Jake simply waved them through, wide-eyed. "I can't believe you just did that!", hissed Lauren into Peter's ear as he steered her through the crowd. He had spied a table off to one side, and had to keep his ear near Lauren's mouth to hear her over the crowd noise and music. "What? This?" He hit the switch again, for just a couple of seconds, 'buzzing' her as he had taken to calling it. Lauren let out a little squeal, and he continued. "I thought you liked it!" He buzzed her again, briefly. She punched him in the arm, then settled onto the high seated chair at the waist high table he had led her to, trying to keep her dress pulled down and her legs crossed. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this!", she protested. Peter buzzed her again, then put the remote in his pocket and smiled. "You love it! I think that guy at the door just fell in love with you." Lauren blushed again. "I can't believe I just walked up to a total stranger and showed him my... my..." "You certainly did! Why Lauren Graham, I had no idea you were such a shameless hussy!" "You are really enjoying this, aren't you?", asked Lauren. "Damn straight!" A waitress came by and took their orders, then Peter turned back to Lauren. "Hey, be honest, aside from the fun and games at the door, you are really enjoying that gizmo, aren't you?" Lauren nodded shyly. She had been using vibrators and dildos since her college roommate had loaned her one freshman year. There was something particularly intense and nasty about masturbating with a vibrator. She had also used them on occasion with her late husband, sometimes to tease him into fucking her and sometimes while fucking. This, however, seemed like something else entirely. She had stared at Peter in the restaurant when he had slipped it out of his pocket and handed it to her. They were in a booth to the rear of the restaurant and he had kept it below table level. It had taken him a bit to explain it, that this was the toy that he had purchased over the Internet the same time they had ordered Heather's books. She had taken it from him with considerable trepidation before getting up and walking to the bathroom. She simply knew that every eye in the place was watching her be a slut. Turned off and simply lodged up inside her like a white plastic tampon, the 'egg' as she called it gave only the slightest sensation. Turned on, however, it felt unreal, as if her pussy was going on total sensory overload. She had to struggle to not cry out in orgasm, and she orgasmed easily with the egg in place. Peter had insisted on trying it out all through dessert, and Lauren had ended up whimpering as she held onto the table edge, white-knuckled, as she came massively. Later, on the drive over, Peter had buzzed her once a minute or so, and she knew she must have left a wet spot on the car seat. "It's pretty intense.", she admitted. Peter slipped a hand into his pocket and gave her a strong thirty second buzz, sending Lauren into a small orgasm. After he stopped, he grinned at her as she came down from her high. "Will you stop!", she begged him. "I need a break!" Peter laughed and pulled his hand from his pocket, then took a deep drink from his glass. "Okay, truce, but I am not making any promises about later." "Fine." Lauren reached across the table and held his hands, then leaned over to kiss him. The pair chatted as they watched the antics around them. Peter told Lauren he had been here only once before, about six months before they had met, and that it was pretty wild. There was an air of raw sexuality to the entire place. Peter also laughed and told her that if she was so inclined, Lauren would be able to score any number of different drugs back by the bathrooms. Lauren sputtered indignantly. "Peter, you know... I don't... you don't, do you!?" Peter laughed loudly. "Of course not, and I know you don't either. I'm just saying, if it's available, somebody back there has some. I've seen coke and E, and I'm pretty sure you can score some roofies, though with this crowd who would need them is questionable." Who needed a date rape drug at a place where any woman was half naked and available? Lauren smiled and shrugged her shoulders, and continued to look around. The next table over had three good looking young women in their early twenties seated around it, all in similar club wear of dressy bikini tops, micro skirts, and high heeled sandals. They began playing Odds and Evens, and when the first girl, a tall blonde, lost, another one of the women passed her a small foil wrapped condom. The blonde stood and headed back towards the bathrooms. When she returned ten minutes later, she was carrying, semi-discretely, a soggy and come-filled condom. She showed it to her friends then dropped it on the floor. The remaining two girls, a pair of brunettes, played Rock, Scissors, Hammer to choose the next girl. She took her condom towards the bar and out of Lauren's sight. Lauren described what she had watched to Peter, who nodded that he had noticed something as well. Pointing a finger discretely at a pair seated in a booth across from them, he said, "Check out what she's up to." Lauren looked quickly but didn't see anything, and the traffic of people seemed too great to see what Peter was talking about. "What? I don't see anything." "Look again. Check what her hand is up to, under the table." Lauren glanced at him quizzically, then shifted her head to look without seeming to stare. The occupants of the booth were a young couple, mid-twenties, the guy smiling happily as he drank a beer, the woman curiously wearing a long skirt, and one arm seemed to be busy under the table. Then after a waitress moved, Lauren got a better look under the table. The young woman had unzipped her friend's pants and pulled an impressive cock out, and was stroking him off in public. No wonder he was smiling, thought Lauren. Lauren looked back at Peter and grinned. Reaching under the table, she rubbed her hand along his pants zipper, feeling the stiff cock beneath. "Not in your lifetime, mister!" Peter smiled back and put his hand in his pocket. Moments later Lauren gasped and arched her back as her lover buzzed her hard. "Hey, I know all about the kind of women who come to a place like this.", he replied. He gave her a few more seconds before shutting it off. Lauren was looking at him lustily as she contemplated dragging him back to his apartment, but caught a glimpse of the table with the surreptitious handjob. The woman had apparently tired of her role and had decided on a more active participation. Sliding onto her lover's lap, she pulled her rear slit skirt far enough high and wide, then sat down on his cock. They continued talking and drinking even as she began a very slow motion movement on him. "No, not ever, never!", Lauren said to Peter as he leered at her. "And keep your hands out of your pocket, too!" Peter laughed loudly at this. Then the most amazing thing happened to Lauren. Even as she watched Peter laugh and spread his hands out on the table top, the vibrating egg inside her began buzzing her again. "Oh God, oh God!" panted Lauren, her knuckles white as she grabbed the table. A minute later the vibrator stopped and she could breathe again. "Whew!" Peter stared in awe. "Hey, it wasn't me!", he protested. Lauren was on the verge of responding when she was buzzed again, this time for only a few seconds. Peter waited for her to stop shaking and held his hands up. "It wasn't me." "Then how... ?" Peter shrugged, and came closer so he could talk in her ear without shouting. "Listen, I may not be a hotshot electronics tech or nothing, but I know a little something about this stuff." Lauren looked at him and he said, "Hey, you learn stuff in my business. Anyway, these things all probably work on the same frequency. There's somebody else in here with one of them, and they're getting buzzed and you are feeling it. Let me try something - get ready." He put his hand in his pocket and nodded to Lauren, who was ready when he turned on the remote control. Not quite as ready was a young lady about twenty feet away who let out a loud squeal, surprising her girlfriend. Lauren and Peter snickered and settled in for another round of drinks and some back and forth buzzing. It didn't take long for the other couple to figure out what was happening. First one would buzz and then the other would retaliate. Finally, just before midnight, her pussy spasming in almost continual orgasm, Lauren clutched Peter's hand desperately. "We need to leave. I have to go home. Now!", she pleaded. Peter looked at her, a worried look on his face. "What's wrong?", he asked. Lauren felt a buzz in her pussy again, and her back arched as she came. "Oh, God! I need to fuck you now!" Peter stared at her a moment and then broke out in laughter. "Come on, let's go." He signaled their waitress, who appeared with the check, and he paid her in cash, leaving a generous tip behind as well. Helping Lauren to her feet, he followed her to the doorway. Outside, despite the chill in the winter air, Lauren sagged against the side of the Jeep as she came. Her nipples were like small bullets under the thin fabric of the dress, and she could swear that pussy juice was running down her thighs. Peter opened the door on her side and watched her get in, the short dress pulling above the lacy tops of her stockings. Sticking a hand in his pocket he gave her a ten second jolt while watching. Lauren gasped and ached her back, her eyes closed, and thrust both hands between her legs. Then, as she sagged into the seat, her legs splayed wide apart, she fingered her clit until she moaned in orgasm. "Wow!", commented Peter. Lauren eyed him with glassy eyes but didn't reply. Peter went around to his door and climbed in, then turned on the engine. As he pulled out of the parking lot, Lauren said, "Let me have the control, Peter." He looked at her briefly, then turned his eyes back to the road as he fished it out of his pocket. As soon as she had it, Lauren flicked it on. She whimpered gently as, Peter watching out of the corner of an eye, she reached behind her neck and undid the clasp holding the halter up. The fabric peeled away, leaving her massive aroused breasts free, and she began fondling them as her pelvis heaved. Peter watched as best he could as he drove back to his apartment. "You like that, don't you?", he said with a grin. Lauren nodded weakly. "It's unreal!" "Well, the night's still young." Peter pulled into his apartment complex and quickly found his parking spot. Surprisingly, Lauren didn't do up her dress as she exited the Jeep; instead, she stepped out with the dress hanging around her hips, then unzipped it and shimmied out of it completely. Peter suspected she wasn't just incredibly horny, but pleasantly drunk as well. Naked except for her high heels and stockings, she scampered inside. Once inside, Lauren immediately went down the hallway to Peter's bedroom, with Peter following behind closely. Once inside, Lauren looked at Peter expectantly, silently demanding that he undress. She stood there watching as he kicked off his shoes and undid his shirt, tossing it towards the hamper in the bathroom. Then he peeled off his socks. Lauren was surprised, however, when he went to his nightstand and pulled the drawer open. From inside he pulled out a tube of KY and what looked like a second vibrator, small and very odd shaped. "What's that?", she asked. Peter sat down on the edge of the bed and held out his hand to her. "Let me have the control, honey." Lauren came to him and handed it to him, and Peter placed it behind his back. Next he said, "I want you to lay down across my lap." Curious, Lauren crawled across his lap still in her stockings and heels. "Now what? You going to spank me?", she asked. "Not precisely." Peter ran his hands over the smooth globes of her ass as she shifted into position. Then, with the tube of KY in one hand, he twisted off the cap and squirted a little on his finger. He coated the second vibrator with the jelly, then squirted another dollop on Lauren's asshole. Lauren was tingling by the time he slowly inserted the small intruder into her ass. Then he picked up the remote control. When he flicked the switch both vibrators turned on simultaneously. Lauren gasped as she squirmed on Peter's lap. "Oh my God! Both? How?" She twisted slightly so she could look up at Peter. He had to hold the anal vibrator in place. Peter moved the anal vibrator around as he answered. "Remember that night when we were on the Internet buying those books for Heather and we found the place that sold the remote control eggs? Well, they had one for the front and one for the back. I simply ordered one for each. The surprise was that these things all work off the same radio frequency." "Like earlier tonight, you mean. You knew?" Peter buzzed her intermittently as he explained. "Yeah, I did. I had to put the batteries in and test them, and when I tested the second one, the first came on, too. Do you like it?" "It's almost better than the first.", she admitted. She squirmed some more, sliding onto the bed and twisting around so that she was facing Peter. Even as he held the anal egg in place, she feverishly unzipped his pants and tugged them and his shorts down. She had felt his cock stiff beneath her, and Lauren wanted to return the favor. Peter shifted on the bed, lifting his hips up so that Lauren could push them down. Then, as he lounged back on the bed naked, Lauren leaned down and kissed his erection. Gently holding her head in place with one hand, he twisted the anal egg around in her ass, and Lauren opened her mouth and took him inside. As Lauren began sucking, Peter smiled as he worked the vibrator in her ass. He had known that Lauren had used them; she had even told him she had one and had given one to Heather. It wasn't the first time he had used a sex toy on a woman he was screwing. Something made it extra pleasurable. Buzzing Lauren in public had been an incredible turn-on. He had been stiff with anticipation since they had left the restaurant, and now was incredibly close to coming. It took only a few moments of his lover bobbing her head on his cock and sucking hungrily before he unloaded. Lauren gulped noisily, pumping his shaft to drain him, then looked up at him happily. "You liked that, didn't you.", she commented. "Oh, yeah!" "No, you liked using the vibrators on me. It made you come harder, didn't it?" Peter nodded. "It's something else, baby. Do you like them?" Lauren gave a shy smile and nodded. "We'll have to use them again." She moved to take the egg out of her pussy but Peter stopped her. He buzzed her quickly, then said, "Leave it in. We're not done yet. Get me hard again, so I can fuck you." He laid back on the bed and pulled her on top in a sixty-nine position, twisting his head in amusement at the cord dangling from her cunt lips. He wasn't sure whether it was simply to pull the egg out, or whether it was an actual antenna! He began licking her clit, buzzing her frequently, and Lauren moaned with pleasure. Up close, the buzz was surprisingly loud. He let the anal probe fall out and that sounded even louder. Lauren pumped his limp prick and licked his sensitive cockhead while he ate out her pussy, and eventually her efforts were rewarded. She was more than ready for some serious fucking, so as soon as she judged it acceptably stiff, she begged, "Now, Peter, I need it bad! Now!" Peter smiled to himself as Lauren tried to climb off, but he managed to scoot backwards, keeping her in position, straddling him and facing his feet. She got the idea quickly, tugging the egg loose and lowering her dripping pussy onto his cock. She began riding him hard. "Oh, yeah!", she exclaimed. "Don't get me wrong, Peter. I love the toys, but there is nothing like a real cock!" "Well that takes a load off my mind.", he replied, to which Lauren laughed loudly. "Maybe you'd like to try both?" Peter reached behind his head to where the anal probe had slipped and grabbed it. As the tip of the vibrator touched her asshole, Lauren bent forward and groaned happily. The thin device slipped inside her greasy asshole easily. Once Peter began flicking the switch on, her moans became louder, and she began moving her cunt on his cock fiercely. Lauren bent forward so that her nipples were rubbing against Peter's knees, while bouncing her ass up and down, and Peter was forced to keep one hand on her ass to keep her from bouncing off, even as the other worked the vibrator in and out of her butt. "Oh God, I'm coming, I'm coming!", she cried loudly. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Fortunately for both of them, Lauren's earlier blowjob had drained Peter of any urgent need to come. He lay back, his head propped up on a pillow, and pleasantly watched Lauren working his cock. He caressed the smooth skin of her asscheeks, tickling her asshole with his fingers as he flicked the buzzer on and off. The feel of her nylons rubbing against his hips, and the sight of her stiletto heels pointing at the ceiling as she rode him, were incredibly arousing. Finally, as Peter felt himself get closer, he decided to take things to the next level. On her next bounce, Peter gently lifted Lauren off his cock, and as she waited for him on her hands and knees, pulled backwards out from under her. He knelt behind her and said, "Put the egg back in your pussy." Lauren looked at him over her shoulder curiously, but reached over and grabbed the small vibrator, then reached between her legs and tucked it up inside her. Peter watched her hungrily, then grabbed the tube of KY. Squirting some in his hand, he coated his erection and tossed the tube aside. Kneeling, he moved up behind Lauren and used one hand to spread her asscheeks wide, while the other guided his cockhead into her asshole. Lauren squealed with delight as she felt Peter's cock slip inside her asshole. Pushing back hard, she seated his stiff prick firmly up inside her butt, then allowed him to control the speed of the assfuck. Things went out of control for her once he began buzzing the egg in her pussy. Assaulted front and rear, Lauren lost all control. Moaning incoherently, she began moving so hard that Peter almost pulled out of her ass. Finally taking control of the situation, he turned off the vibrating egg and pushed Lauren flat on the bed, still plugged in from behind. Then he shifted his knees, so that he was straddling her thighs while still fucking her asshole. Now, while holding her down and in position, he turned the vibrating egg on and left it on. The affect on Lauren was electrifying! Losing any semblance of rational thought and control, Lauren began trying to lift her ass off the bed and shoving backwards, wanting Peter's cock ever deeper in her ass. Peter kept her pushed down on the bed, even as he rammed his cock forcefully up her ass, and he shifted his legs and feet to keep them together and maximize the tightness of her butt on his cock. The only sounds coming from Lauren were squeals and moans, as she orgasmed non-stop. Her asshole was almost vibrating around Peter's trapped dick. Peter only lasted a few minutes before his cock began jerking inside her as he sprayed her bowels with his come. Drained and exhausted, Peter pulled his limp dick from Lauren's greasy ass and rolled off her to lay on his back beside her. Turning his head, he smiled at Lauren, who gazed back at him glassy-eyed and smiled weakly. It was time to clean up and go to bed. Peter sat up and climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom, where he took a washcloth and got it wet, then cleaned his soft prick. When he returned to the bedroom, Lauren had completely collapsed and was sleeping. Peter touched her naked back, worried that something might be wrong, but she murmured vaguely and rolled onto her side. Satisfied that she was simply overly tired and wired, he sat on the edge of the bed and unsnapped her ankle-strapped shoes, then tossed them aside. He managed to slide her nylons off without waking her, then returned to the bathroom. Closing the door, he took a quick shower, then went back to bed with Lauren. Rather than disturb her any more, he simply pulled the quilt over their naked forms and fell asleep, an arm around her waist. ------- "So, have fun this weekend?", asked Lauren. She was sitting on Heather's fold-away bed in the basement apartment. "Yeah, you?" Heather giggled and blushed at the memory of the weekend, and Lauren noticed. "Now, don't try to evade me. What did you do to make you giggle and turn bright red?" Heather turned beet red and whirled away, but Lauren was not to be dissuaded. "Come on, out with it." Heather turned back to Lauren. "Well, nothing really. I mean, Friday night, Robby and I came back here and, well, we... mmm... well, we made love. And then he went home." Lauren nodded in understanding, and said, "Okay, so what's making you blush? Was it something that happened on Saturday?" Heather hurriedly replied "No!", but her cheeks were burning as she said it. Lauren laughed at pointed at the hapless teen. "It was! It was something you did on Saturday! Well? What was it?!" "It was nothing!", protested the girl. She wasn't making much headway with Lauren, so she said, "I mean, Robby came over and we went out to the mall and we came back here afterwards." "So why are you blushing?", pressed Lauren. Heather blushed some more, but answered, "Well, I was wearing one of your aprons while I cooked dinner that night." Lauren looked confused. "So?" "I mean, that's what I was wearing." Lauren's eyes widened in amusement. "I had some stockings and heels on, too.", admitted Heather. Lauren started laughing, and Heather joined in after a moment. "Must have been hard on Robby to watch you like that." Heather snickered. "By that time, the last thing Robby could brag about was being hard!" Lauren laughed even harder at this. "So what about you? Were you naughty this weekend?" Lauren snorted. "Naughty? Honey, we were way beyond naughty. We entered the land of the perverse and deranged!" Heather sat down on the other end of the couch and eagerly leaned forward. "So, what happened?" Lauren shrugged. "Well, Friday night was sort of like yours. I mean, we didn't go out, but we had dinner at Peter's place and made love all night and went to bed." Heather made 'come-on' motions with her hands, and Lauren continued, "I mean, things didn't get strange until later on, on Saturday night." "Like how strange?" "Remember that club I told you about, that Peter wanted to take me to?" It took Heather a second to remember, but then her eyes widened and she blurted out, "The one where you can't wear panties? And you have to prove it!?" Lauren smiled and nodded. "He got me a little drunk first, and by the time I knew where we were, we were in the line at the front door. But that's not the kinky part..." "Kinky? You got kinky?!" "Well, sort of. Listen, you know your vibrator, well they come in different sizes and shapes, right?" Heather nodded, though she didn't follow what this had to do with anything. "Well, there are some that are much smaller, say like the size of an egg. Anyway, Peter bought one for me and had me put it inside me that night." Heather's brow furrowed in confusion. "What, up inside your... your pussy? How did you turn it on or off?" "Well, that's the kinky part. I didn't. He did." She held up a hand to forestall Heather's questions. "It had a remote control. Peter could flick this little switch in his pocket and turn it on or off." Heather gaped at her older friend. "No! You mean... in public! No! Oh my God!" Lauren laughed and nodded in agreement. "It was unbelievable! And get this, it got wierder. These things all have the same type of remote control and there was another couple in the club with one. If Peter turned mine on it turned the other one on, and vice versa." "No!" "And the other couple was a pair of women!", concluded Lauren. "Aackkkk! Oh, that is just too strange!" Lauren decided it wasn't quite the time to tell her the rest of what had happened that evening. Some things were even a little strange for her! She changed the topic by pulling her oversized handbag onto her lap and saying, "Anyway, I brought something home for you, kind of an early Christmas present. Trust me, you don't want to open this around the Christmas tree!" She handed the two books inside to Heather. Heather stared at them briefly before replying, "I guess not!" The first book she was holding was the illustrated Kama Sutra, so she set aside the other book and opened it up. The first picture she saw was of a woman riding a man's cock, facing away, squatting with her feet planted flat on the surface they were screwing on. It was explicitly photographed from several angles. She turned to another page and saw the man screwing the woman from behind. She turned to several more pages, her eyes widening at each page. "What in the world?" "It's a Kama Sutra, sweetie. From India or Thailand or some place like that. These books have been around for hundreds, maybe thousands of years. They are supposed to teach couples how to have pleasure. I wanted you to see some different ways to do things. Maybe you'd like to try some with Robby." "What, show this to Robby!?" Heather looked horrified. Lauren shrugged. "It's called an honest and open relationship, Heather. Don't you want to enjoy things with Robby?" At Heather's silent nod, she asked, "And don't you want Robby to enjoy himself? So why not share it with him. Maybe you try something and have some fun. Just don't tell him where you got it." "But where..." "Tell him you bought it at Barnes and Noble." "Wow.", replied Heather in a subdued tone. She set aside the Kama Sutra and picked up the Joy of Sex. "What is this?", she asked curiously. "It's sort of an instruction manual." Heather looked at her in confusion, and Lauren explained. "Well, I mean, the only instructions you had were what you saw in those dirty movies we watched together. I thought you might want something a little more... practical? This can tell you about stuff you won't learn in a porno flick or Cosmo." Heather shrugged and opened the second book to a page near the front. Her eyes immediately settled on a large heading labeled 'Anal Sex.' It took her a second to realize they were talking about fucking in the asshole! "Gross!" Lauren looked over Heather's shoulder and saw what she was referring to. There hadn't been any anal sex in the movies they had watched together, so this was a new idea to the girl. "It's not as bad as you think.", she remarked. Heather looked at her with horror on her face. "You mean you... your asshole... gross!" Lauren laughed. "Try it some day!" "Gross!" Lauren laughed loudly. ------- Chapter 24: A Special Dinner Lauren really wished that Peter had simply taken her up on her offer to cook dinner at her house that night. She had been so busy the last few weekends that she really didn't need to go out with him again. It wasn't that she didn't love him; if she didn't love him she wouldn't be going out. She was simply tired, and wanted to be home for a while. First there had been the weekend before Christmas, when Peter had taken her to his company's Christmas party. It was 'black tie' and far more formal than Lauren had ever been to. She couldn't believe it when Peter had told her he would be wearing a tuxedo and she would need an evening gown. The only time she had ever seen Gary in a tuxedo had been at their wedding! She had several nice dresses but didn't think any of them would do. Then, with the sudden death of both of Heather's parents and the accompanying legal problems, she hadn't had the time to even think of shopping. Worried, she had thought about asking her mother, but realized that wouldn't solve the problem. As much as she loved her parents, Frank and Shirley Boscow simply were not black tie sorts of people. She doubted her father had worn a tux more than twice in his life, when marrying off two of his three daughters. He hadn't even worn one at his own wedding. Her mother was also very much salt-of-the-earth in that regard. Fortunately, Gary's mother had been much more helpful. While she was anything but a snob, the simple fact was that she and Gary's father were simply wealthier and more upscale than Lauren's parents. As much as they had loved their son, they had simply never understood why he had turned down professional schools and degrees and become a police officer. Still, Helen Graham had been very helpful once Lauren explained her problem. "It's too late to order something made.", she had announced. "Let's go see what I've got you can borrow." The two women were close enough in size that Lauren considered this a real possibility. Helen had ushered Lauren upstairs and pulled several dresses in storage bags out of her capacious closets. Lauren's eyes had bugged out as she saw several of the outfits; they were much more formal than she had ever suspected. Several were set aside by Helen as being unsuitable or out of style or season, but then she saw something and stopped, her index finger tickling her chin. "Yes... I think maybe..." She took the gown off its hangar and held it up to Lauren, then said, "Here, try this on." She left her bedroom and walked downstairs, leaving Lauren with the dress. Lauren examined the dress and found it was a long and strapless gown. She stripped off her blouse and slacks, then stepped into it and pulled up. It looked ridiculous with her white bra showing, so she unclasped it and took it off, then pulled the top into place. She fumbled the zipper up and adjusted her tits in the bra top cups. Looking in the mirror she thought it looked pretty good. It was all in black, with a heavily sequined bustier top and a slim black sheath skirt that was slit to mid-thigh up the back. She turned and looked at it several ways, then picked up her shoes and went back down the stairs. "It's gorgeous!", she gushed. Her mother-in-law had a more critical eye, and had Lauren turn around in it and walk back and forth across the room, even having Lauren put the low heeled shoes on and walking around. She helped Lauren adjust it several times before announcing with a smile, "It will do, yes it will do." As Lauren went back upstairs to change out of it, she followed, commenting, "I wasn't sure. I mean, I knew the dress was right for this sort of thing, but we aren't exactly the same size. It wasn't too tight, was it?" Lauren knew what that meant. While both women were roughly the same size and build, Lauren was a good cup size larger, maybe a cup-and-a-half larger. Somehow, though, the construction of the dress simply pushed any excess up and out, creating a spectacular display of cleavage, though not distastefully so. Besides, she was almost out of time and options. "No, it works,", she replied. "Just gives me a bit more... oomph!" She mimicked cupping her breasts and giggled. "Guys like 'oomph!'", laughed Helen. So Lauren found herself going to the formal ball in her mother-in-law's borrowed dress. The party was held in a ballroom at the Hilton, and Peter had surprised her by taking a room for the evening. "It makes perfect sense.", he had informed her. "It's the middle of December and we might get a snow or ice storm, and besides, if somebody has too much to drink, they don't have to drive home. We get a special discount on rooms." Lauren had agreed with that, though she was surprised that Peter didn't get just a room, but a small suite. In another display that Peter had more money than he ever let on, he brought his own tuxedo, an evening jacket as he called it. She had never known anybody who had actually owned a tuxedo before. Again, Peter's explanation made a certain amount of sense, but she still wondered. "It's really nothing more than a formal style of suit. Any tailor can make one, and if you are going to wear one on any kind of a regular basis, it's cheaper in the long run." Sure that made sense, but once a year wasn't any kind of a regular basis. Did he wear one other times? Just how much did she know about him, anyway? Once they arrived at the Hilton, they immediately went to their suite to change for the evening. When Peter came out of the bathroom where he had been showering and dressing, he found Lauren already dressed, and gave her a loud and long wolf whistle. She laughed and said, "My, don't you look handsome! You look just like James Bond!" He did, too, she thought, look like one of the James Bonds in the movies, though she really wasn't sure which. He looked sort of like a very large and muscular James Bond, though a bit short. Peter affected a suave and debonair look and replied, "Tallman, Peter Tallman, and you must be the notorious foreign agent, Busty Jiggleass.", an answer that set Lauren to laughing uproariously. The actual dinner and ball were surprisingly pleasant, once Lauren got over the idea of how formal it was. Peter seemed to flow easily between a group of technical people, most of whom were decidedly out of place in their rented tuxes and finery, and an older group, the owners, where he mingled easily, though as a junior would with his seniors. Lauren found Peter's position an interesting one. Though he was the minority owner among the others, and the youngest of the group by at least ten years, they were not at all condescending to him. In fact, at several times she found herself listening in as they praised him for something called 'Phoenix', which seemed to be some computer related thing that her lover was heading. When she asked, Peter explained that Phoenix was the complete overhaul and updating of the computer systems being run by the company, in all areas of operation, and had several different phases. Phase 1 had replaced all the individual computers and workstations and servers with up-to-date equipment, centrally purchased and installed. Phase 2 had consolidated the vastly disparate collection of software with a planned database system. These two phases were now completed and working smoothly, and the next phase was about to take place. Phase 3 would tie in the firm's architectural and engineering systems, and allow building plans to be generated by the sales staff to be quickly and inexpensively turned into blueprints and engineering plans. Several people commented that Peter had pushed the overhaul and was instrumental in the new system's success. "You never told me you did that sort of thing.", she had told him while they were dancing after dinner. Peter shrugged. "It's no big deal." "That's not the way it sounds to me." He gave her a grin. "Well, it's not like I can get a promotion, is it." Lauren looked surprised at that, then she sheepishly shook her head. Where could he go up from owner? "Anyway, have I told you yet how beautiful you are tonight?", he asked. "Yes, endlessly, but don't you dare stop. It isn't too extreme, is it, the dress I mean." Lauren had noticed most of the men seemed to be staring at her tits, prominently on display. "I think it looks perfect. I hope you're not wearing pantyhose underneath, because when we go back to the room, I plan on fucking you right through them!" "You'll just have to find out later!", she answered with another giggle. She wasn't wearing pantyhose, simply stockings and a little thong, so Peter wouldn't have to rip anything to fuck her. "Just don't ruin the dress!" He hadn't ruined it. After they went upstairs, he had taken her in his arms as he pressed her back against the wall of their suite, then unzipped the dress and allowed it to fall between them. Then, after eagerly surveying her remaining attire, Peter had fumbled his stiff cock from his pants, torn her thong off brutally, and plunged into her as they leaned against the wall. Lauren had climaxed repeatedly before Peter had exploded, and his come ran down her thighs when she led him into the bedroom for another excellent screw. The following weekend had been the three day Christmas weekend, and Peter had surprised her by attending. Normally he visited his family upstate, but she had invited him regardless and he had accepted without even a second thought. Christmas with Lauren's family wasn't quite the production Peter's mother made with Thanksgiving, but only because her family was smaller. Lauren acted as the hostess and cook, but dinner was a mustard glazed ham, not a turkey with stuffing, and was generally easier to prepare and serve. Helen came, along with Lauren's parents, her sister Brenda from San Francisco, and her sister Christy, with hubby Bob and son Little Bob, back from Italy before reporting for duty in Texas. Brenda stayed with Helen while Christy and her family stayed with the Boscows. Peter came over Friday and stayed the weekend, sleeping on the living room couch, though he didn't get much sleep. Once the children had gone to sleep, Lauren had snuck back downstairs, to cuddle with him on the couch and make love repeatedly on the floor before the fireplace. If Lauren looked tired, nobody commented on it, though Heather had snickered once in the kitchen and asked if Lauren had heard the wind the previous night. "The wind?", asked Lauren, confused. "Oh yeah, it was moaning something fierce! Made the floor squeak in the living room, too, very rhythmic like. It would start and get louder and squeakier and sort of peak and stop, then start all over again!" The only other people in the kitchen at the time were the other women, who had all laughed, especially after Lauren had swatted Heather with a towel. The following weekend Lauren made up to Peter by visiting his family again, taking her children and Heather. Heather had been especially nervous about the visit, since she wasn't a relation of the Grahams, technically speaking, but Lauren and Peter wouldn't hear of her staying home. She was a member of the family, so she kept the youngsters quiet while Peter drove Lauren's minivan up the highway on Friday evening. The winter had set in with a vengeance over the New Year's weekend and it took over four hours to make what would normally have taken just under three to travel. Regardless, Peter made it to his parent's home well before midnight safely. Holly made the introductions after Peter's mother let them in the front door. Peter and Jimmy were sent back out into the storm to bring in luggage, and Holly spotted Peter's father standing at the end of the couch, one hand on the back of the couch and the other holding his cane. She bounced up to him, pulling Heather behind her, and introduced Heather, saying, "Hi Mister Big Frank! This is our friend Heather!" Heather smiled shyly and took Big Frank's hand, mumbling a greeting. Big Frank welcomed her to the house, trying to speak clearly, though Heather could tell something was wrong with his speech. Holly explained quickly, "Big Frank had a stroke and that's why he talks sort of funny." Before Heather could gasp at the crudity of the explanation, Holly turned back to the large and grandfatherly figure and continued, "How's your stroke, Big Frank? Is it any better?" Big Frank smiled down at the little girl and answered, "About the same as before." "It doesn't hurt, does it?", she asked. Big Frank smiled and shook his head. "It's not that sort of problem, honey, but thanks for asking." He held up his hand to forestall any more comments. "I know, I know, if I need any help, I'll be sure to call you first." He looked over at Heather with a wry and slightly lopsided smile. "I had a stroke last year. That's the reason for the cane and the slur at times. Most people pretend nothing's wrong, even when it is. She doesn't let it bother her! I love that in little kids!" Holly tugged Heather's hand. "Come on, let's go! I'll show you where we are going to stay!" She had it all planned out; Heather and she would stay in the same bedroom as she had before, sharing the room and having a pajama party all by themselves. For herself, Heather wasn't quite so sure how that would work out. Lauren wasn't at all surprised when Heather announced that the sleeping arrangements weren't going to work. She and Holly simply couldn't sleep in the same small bed. Lauren made the Solomonic decision that Heather would sleep in the bedroom and Holly would sleep on the living room couch, which first angered the little girl, then, as she realized that it was almost like camping, delighted her. That night, after putting Holly in her pajamas and spreading out a sleeping bag on the couch, Heather went up to her room. Left alone, Lauren changed into her silk pajama set and kimono style robe, then padded barefoot down the hallway and down the stairs to the family room. Peter was waiting for her, sitting in an old and overstuffed armchair reading a magazine when she entered the room. He tossed the magazine aside and smiled at her, but Lauren held a finger to her lips as she came near him. "Sshhh, Holly's sleeping on the couch and I don't want to wake her up. I just came down to kiss you good night if you were still up." Peter smiled and reached out for her hand, and when she gave it to him, he gently pulled her closer, turning her and setting her sideways on his lap. Lauren snuggled against her lover as he wrapped his hands around her waist, and moved her face to his, opening her lips and allowing his tongue to duel with hers as she kissed him hungrily. Pulling her face back reluctantly, she put an arm around Peter's neck and leaned against him tiredly. To her surprise, rather than simply hold her, Peter slipped a hand inside her robe and began caressing a large and braless breast through the sheer fabric of the pajamas. Lauren moved a hand to his to try and stop him, but Peter was not to be dissuaded. "Peter, not tonight, we can't." Peter smiled innocently at her, and slipped his fingers under the pajama top and cupped her bare breast. Her nipple was very stiff and aroused. "Why not?" He tweaked her by flicking his fingers back and forth over the little nubbin. Lauren moaned. "Oh, please, we can't!", she whispered, burying her face in his neck to mute her sounds. "Jimmy's right on the other side of that wall and Holly's just up the stairs in the living room and Heather's up in bed... oh, God, stop it... we can't... oh, Peter..." Peter ignored Lauren's protests and continued arousing her passions. Lauren began shivering as his fingers slipped down below the waistband of her pajama bottoms and slid insistently between her legs, to tease and torment her shaved pussy. One arm stayed behind her back, to hold her on his lap and keep her close, while the other delved into her hot and dripping snatch. "Oh, Peter... oh God!... no, no... oh, oh, oh..." Lauren was shaking as a small orgasm washed through her frame. Peter picked her up in his arms easily and carried her over to the ancient couch across the room and laid her out flat on the sofa. He knelt next to her on the floor, and undid the belt on the robe, then spread it open, to gaze down at the pajamas already more than half undone. "Oh, we can't.", she protested weakly. Peter ignored this and continued to undo her pajamas, unbuttoning the top and spreading it open, then tugging the bottoms down her legs and tossing them on the floor. "Well, if you don't want anybody to hear, I strongly suggest you not make very much noise.", he replied. He laughed lightly at her obvious discomfort and lowered his face to her cunt. Lauren thought she would simply go out of her mind as Peter began licking her pussy lips and clit. She began moaning quietly, trying to keep the sounds of her orgasms under control, as she thrashed on the sofa. Peter cheerfully went about his work of driving her crazy with desire and pushed her over the age when he slipped an index finger into the tight little pucker of her asshole. Lauren let out a barely muffled scream, and when Peter glanced up from her pussy, looking between the quivering mounds of her tits, he was amused to find that Lauren had grabbed a small throw pillow and pressed it against her mouth. She screamed again into the pillow as he tormented her, but the sound never got past his ears. Happily satisfied, he pulled away and allowed Lauren to slip back to some semblance of reality. Lauren gasped and panted as her breathing returned to normal. She was exhausted almost to the point of unconsciousness, and a thin sheen of perspiration coated her heaving tits and belly. She struggled up onto her elbows and gazed down between her legs at her grinning lover. "You are a cruel and heartless person and I hate you!", she whispered. Peter caressed her pussy again and Lauren jumped at his touch. "Maybe I should be cruel and heartless again?" Lauren smiled weakly. Stretching out on the couch and spreading her legs wide, she tugged him to a standing position and helped Peter undo his pants. Once he had his erect prick exposed, she pulled him on top of her and helped him to stuff his cock into her sopping wet cunt. "Fuck me, Peter, just fuck me." Peter slipped into her and Lauren moaned into his ear, "I love you, I love you." Peter gave her two slow and thorough screws before Lauren wrapped her robe around her and picked up her pajama bottoms and snuck back up to her bedroom. Saturday proved to be a very, very busy day. Not only was it New Year's Eve, but Susan Tomball had managed to get their priest to perform the baptism for the twins that morning. It was the only day that everybody in the family could get together before February, along with the participants. This had surprised Lauren, because she was to be one of the participants! She and Sue had talked several times on the telephone since Thanksgiving, and she had become fast friends with the brassy and sassy little blonde. Much to her surprise, Sue had invited her to be Christopher Ryan's godmother. Lauren was elated at the idea, since this was her first godchild. The only other children in the Graham family were her sister's two, and their godparents were their grandparents. Still, she thought it was somewhat unusual for a non-family member to be chosen. It became a little stranger at the baptism. Peter had been chosen as a godfather, but for the other twin, James Alexander. Lauren's joint godparent was Young Frank, and Peter's was Young Frank's fiancée, Teresa. Everyone pointed out it was a family tradition, to pick godparents from different families or sides of the marriage. Peter was already godfather to Roger, the adopted Cambodian boy. Teresa was very nervous about being one of the participants, and Peter didn't help matters by commenting, "Just wait until you have to walk down the aisle by yourself!" The poor girl's eyes widened dramatically at this, and you could tell that she was on the verge of calling everything off at that point, much to Young Frank's amusement. Finally Peter calmed her down by putting an arm around her slim shoulders and hugging her gently to his side. "Hey, welcome to the family. This makes it official. Even if you get smart and divorce the dummy someday, you're still part of the family!" Everybody laughed at this and Teresa calmed down. Afterwards, at the party at Sue's and Jack's home, Sue held court from an EZ-Boy chair while her harried husband ran errands for her. Peter commented with a laugh that her husband was severely 'whipped' and Sue simply laughed and jiggled her ample chest at him. "He is if he knows what's good for him!" Jack blushed and moved into the kitchen, followed by a teasing brother-in-law. Sue smiled over at Lauren, who was burping her godson over her shoulder, and grinned. "Actually, that's another reason to celebrate." Lauren looked at her curiously. "How so?" "Well, let's just say that my dear husband has been on very short rations since before the babies were born, and I was too tired and worn out afterwards for rations, either." Lauren smiled. "And your diet is about to end?" "Oh yeah!", answered Susan heartily. "Jack doesn't know it yet, but he is going to get worn down to a frazzle tonight. I'm even readier than he is! If any one of these kids makes a peep tonight they are going to be sleeping in a snowbank! I've got this nice new nighty, too, a little black chemise that's cut down to here and up to there and I'm just dying to try it out." "Good for you! And can Jack wear you down, too?" In response, Sue simply held her hands about a foot apart and grinned. Lauren laughed and then handed back the baby to his mother, swapping children. Several other aunts wandered in from the kitchen, asking, "Just what did you do to your husband to drive him out there?" Both women laughed at this. It was a long evening and Lauren had quite a bit of champagne. They were among the last to leave. Peter's parents had driven home hours before, and Jimmy and Holly were practically asleep in the car on the short ride back to Peter's parent's house. He led the children inside while Lauren giggled and followed, carrying a suspicious looking bag. Peter eyed her curiously as they got inside the front door. "Just what are you up to?", he asked. Lauren giggled, "Never you mind. Are you going to stay up for a bit?" She wiggled her eyebrows at this, and Peter snorted in laughter. "I'll be down in a bit." Holly slowly dragged off to bed and Jimmy went downstairs. Lauren took the bag up to her room. She grabbed her robe and ran back down the hall to the bathroom, and took a quick shower. Drying hurriedly, she pulled the robe around her tightly and dropped her clothing on her bed. Pulling a bottle of chilled champagne from the bag, she headed back down the stairs to the family room where Peter was waiting for her with a certain degree of anticipation. "Up for a little celebration?", she asked coyly. Peter laughed and took the bottle from her hand and pulled her onto his lap sideways. "You sure you haven't had enough already?" "Honey, what I want, I haven't ever had enough of!", she answered with a low growl to her voice. Peter laughed at this and wrapped and arm around her shoulders, holding her against his chest as he worked the wire mesh holding the cork in place. Once he removed it, he looked at her as he began loosening the cork. "Glasses?" "Be adventurous." Peter shrugged and popped the cork. It bounced satisfyingly off the ceiling without foaming all over, and he placed it to his lips for a large swallow. Lauren took it from him and greedily gulped down some, then belched and laughed. "You're crazy!", he commented as he took another sip. "Crazy for you!" She took his free hand and slid it inside the top of her silk kimono robe, and Peter cupped her full breast. Lauren murmured contentedly. "What has got into you?" "Nothing yet - that's the problem!" Peter snorted and laughed as he tweaked her nipples. "You've been spending way too much time with my wacky sister.", he commented. Lauren giggled and drank some more champagne. "She's got plans for tonight, big plans!" She held her hands apart to demonstrate a truly monstrous erection. Much to her surprise, Peter nodded in agreement. "That's not far off. I walked in on them once when they were fooling around down here, way back when they were still dating, and he's just about that big." "Wow!" Peter nodded in agreement. "He was telling me he was feeling pretty rambunctious, too. I bet you don't know that a few weeks before Thanksgiving, he went to the doctor and now he's only firing blanks." Peter held out a hand and made scissor motions with two fingers. Lauren's eyes widened at this. "Nothing says love like getting your balls cut off!" "Do you love me like that?" Peter stared and laughed. "No way! He told me it's nowhere near as enjoyable as they advertise. It hurt like hell!" "I've heard it's no worse than getting kicked in the nuts.", Lauren replied. "Said by a person without any nuts to begin with. Let me just ask, have you ever heard of a guy signing up to get his balls kicked? And paying for the privilege? Huh?!" Peter swallowed some more champagne and peeled the top of Lauren's robe open, exposing her to his hungry view. "Well, I'm not asking, anyway." Lauren climbed off Peter's lap and bent over, to unzip his pants and tug them and his shorts to the floor. As soon as his erection was available, she stripped off the robe and crawled onto his lap, straddling his cock and sinking down onto it. She moaned pleasantly as her tight pussy clamped around his cock, and she began bouncing slowly on the embedded intruder. "Oh, Peter, this is so good!" Peter smiled blissfully and sipped some champagne, then passed the bottle to Lauren. She smiled evilly and upended the bottle, draining it, then setting it aside. "If you get tired, maybe I'll make a new friend.", she remarked. Peter's eyes goggled at the thought, but he pulled her forward and began kissing her as he tormented her aroused nipples with his fingers. Lauren gasped as her body responded. Surging against him, she began moaning, "Oh, Peter, I love you, I love you!" Her back was arching in extended orgasm as she felt Peter's cock pulsing as his jism jetted into her greasy hot snatch. Lauren panted with release as she sagged against her lover's chest. Peter's fingers caressed her back as he felt his cock reviving. "I love you.", he whispered into her ear. "I might not be quite as big as Jack, but I like to think I get the job done." "You do, you do.", she whispered back in post-coital bliss. She kissed him eagerly, and moaned happily as she felt his limp cock stiffening again. "Yes, oh, yes!" Their second coupling was even more heated than the first, and Lauren felt as limp as a dishrag when they were done. "You need to get some sleep." Peter gently lifted Lauren from his lap and helped her into her robe. "And so do I." Lauren nodded happily and kissed him goodnight, and staggered back to her room. And now, as Lauren looked back on the last three weeks, she realized just how physically and emotionally exhausted she was. Last weekend alone she had ended up with a hangover the likes of which she hadn't endured since her college days. It hadn't helped at all that Peter and his parents had smirked and laughed at her when she had told her children that 'Mommy wasn't feeling so good' the next morning. Later in the week, a twenty-four hour bug had put her under the weather for another day. She looked across the table at Peter and wondered why he had insisted they go out tonight. She would have been perfectly content to order in a pizza and relax. Instead he had chosen a very expensive restaurant and was wearing a new charcoal plaid suit. Lauren felt slightly under-dressed in her simple skirt and blouse. As soon as they were seated and had ordered drinks, Peter began to look very nervous. As she wondered what the problem was, he became almost jittery, and began fumbling in his coat pocket. "Peter, what is going on? You look like you're about to jump out of your skin.", she said. This was not helpful. He glanced at her nervously and then reached with both hands to the coat pocket to try and pull something out. Finally he succeeded, too successfully, for a small velvet covered box came flying onto the table and landed in his water glass. Lauren eyed this astonishing event, trying to understand what was happening, but her mind was reeling. That was a jewelry box! Peter retrieved it from the water glass, spilling ice water on the table cloth, and opened it. Needless to say, it was upside down, so Lauren's eyes barely registered the large diamond in the solitaire setting hanging upside down from the wet box. "Peter? What... ? Peter?", she gasped out, as her eyes stared at the jewelry box. It had to be a diamond, she didn't think cubic zirconia came that large! "What... ?" Peter gulped and turned the box right side up. "Uh, I was wondering, well, uh, well, would you marry me?", he stammered out. Suddenly he felt much better. Before he asked he thought he was going to throw up all over the table. "Peter?" Lauren looked up at her lover's face and stared. Peter completely misunderstood Lauren's look. "I guess I'm not doing this quite right. I suppose I need to do it the formal way, huh?" As a variety of amused diners looked on, he got out of his chair and went around to Lauren's side, then knelt down on one knee. He held the box up to her and asked, "Would you marry me?" Around them, the other patrons laughed and applauded. Lauren came out of her daze, blushing fiercely at the sound of the applause. She whirled around looking at the room, and said, "Oh my God! Get off the floor! Get up, get up!" It wasn't quite the response he had been looking for, but Peter stood and went back to his chair, where he sat, asking the question a third time. Lauren could feel the eyes upon her as she stared at him, then the ring, and then back to his face. "Oh my God!" "Is that a no?", he asked in confusion. "No! I mean, no, that's not a 'NO'. Oh my God, Peter. You really know how to surprise a girl!" "So is that a yes, then?" Lauren smiled eagerly. "That's a probably." She slipped the ring on her finger and leaned across the table, meeting Peter's lips halfway, again to the applause of the onlookers. Blushing, Lauren sat back down and gazed at the engagement ring on her finger. "That's a probably." Peter gave her a curious look. "Well, I wasn't expecting that, anyway. I assume that's a probably yes, not a probably no?" Lauren nodded eagerly. "I, well, I have to talk to Jimmy and Holly. I mean I can't just jump into something like this without thinking of them. Do you understand? Please?" Peter reached across the table and took her hands. "Yeah, I do understand. I'm not worried, you know I love them too." "Oh, I know, but I still have to talk to them." She glanced at the diamond sparkling on her ring finger. "Oh my God! I can't believe it!" She began to pull on the ring to take it off. "I shouldn't keep this on until we're sure, I suppose." Peter reached across and pushed it back on her finger with a smile. "Do me a favor, just leave it on tonight, at least. I like to think positively." Lauren nodded happily. "Maybe later it will be the only thing I wear!" She twisted it gently on her finger. "You've got the size perfect! How did you know?" Peter looked sheepishly at her and confessed. "Earlier this week, when I came over, I had one of those measuring sticks with me. I borrowed one from the jeweler, you know the rod that tapers and has the different sizes marked on it? Anyway, I know where you keep your old engagement and wedding rings, and I snuck upstairs and found the size." He shrugged and blushed at the minor sneakiness. "You're not angry are you?" Lauren waved it off. "My God, it's perfect! Peter, it's huge!", she exclaimed as she stared at it. Peter gave a small shrug at this. "Really? They had larger ones, so I didn't think it was that large." It had been slightly under three carats, in what had been called the 'perfect' cut of the highest clarity and color. Peter knew nothing about gemstones, but had assumed it was a good stone; it was a reputable jeweler. "Do you want me to take it back for something smaller?" Somehow this didn't seem to make sense to him. "Don't you dare!", Lauren protested, with a big grin. "It's gorgeous." Over dinner, the couple talked about the next morning, when Lauren and Peter would go back to her house to talk to Jimmy and Holly. The original plan for the weekend, at least what Lauren had thought was the original plan, was to spend the weekend at Peter's, preferably in bed. Now it was decided to cut short the weekend early Saturday morning, before the children had a chance to leave the house. After dessert was ordered, Peter asked Lauren, "Did you want a long engagement or a short engagement?" Lauren blinked at this. "I don't know, I never thought about it before." She thought back for a second and continued, "With Gary, well, I was already out of college when he asked, and it was easy for me to plan everything so that we could get married as soon as he graduated and went through the Academy. But now, I don't... what do you want to do?" "I'm free next weekend.", he replied with a smile. "You are useless. Seriously!" "Seriously! Okay, seriously, I don't think we are going to be able to get the legal stuff done by next weekend anyway. June weddings are supposed to be nice, I understand. Both my sisters got married in June." Lauren looked curiously at Peter. "Legal stuff? I know we can get a license and blood tests in a week. What are you talking about?" "Our pre-nups, of course.", he answered. "You want a pre-nup?!", she asked, astonishment in her voice. She drew away from him at the very thought. That was something done in Hollywood by actors and actresses worried about greedy younger spouses and lovers! "What... why..." Peter leaned across the table and took her hands gently. "You need one as much as I do. Can I explain?" Lauren nodded curiously, since she couldn't imagine needing a pre-nuptial agreement. Peter continued, "I've known I would need one for years. A pre-nup simply sorts out ahead of times what belongs to who, you know, yours, mine, ours. You and Gary didn't have one, did you?" "Of course not!" Peter smiled, "Exactly, of course not! The reason is simple - neither of you had anything of your own, no personal assets other than your clothes and such, right? There was no yours or mine, just ours, see?" Lauren nodded in understanding. "You two didn't even have a pot to piss in, did you? So why bother with a legal division of the pot?" "And now you say we both have a pot, right?", she asked, beginning to understand him. He was worried about his ownership of the real estate company. Peter nodded. "With me it's pretty straightforward. The company is closely held, and the shares are not transferable. Even if I die, you don't inherit; the company has to buy you out immediately. In a divorce, you don't get half the shares, but a cash settlement instead." "Divorce!? You're planning on a divorce already?", she giggled. Peter grinned. "Don't laugh. Jack Armistead went through this two years ago when he traded in wife number two for wife number three." "Do I need to worry?", she said with a smile. Peter gave a pleasant and noncommittal shrug, and Lauren threw a roll at him. "That's why you need one. So why do I need one?" "Who gets your house if we get married and you get hit by a bus?", he asked simply. Lauren opened her mouth to answer but nothing came out. She stopped cold, her mouth gaping open. Peter? Her children? She closed her mouth and looked at him curiously. "I don't know? Who does?" "Damned if I know. Maybe you need to see a lawyer and get a pre-nup." "Maybe I do!", she agreed. They decided to find a lawyer from a second firm to help Lauren, since there was an incredible conflict of interest in her continuing to use Peter's, and they would both need to modify their wills as well. "I hope you don't expect all of us to move into your apartment.", teased Lauren. Peter snorted and smiled. "It might be a little cramped, though I suppose we could store the smaller ones out on the balcony. I was assuming we could sell your place and buy a much bigger place." Peter noticed a look of concern in Lauren's eyes and add hastily, "I'd put up the difference, of course!" Surprisingly, Lauren looked even more nervous at this idea, and Peter questioned her silently, a look of concern on his face. Lauren knew, even as she tried to deny it, what the problem was. Her house was actually hers and Gary's house. They had bought it only a few years before he had died, and it was his life insurance that had paid the mortgage off. Intellectually she knew it was wrong, that she was holding on to one man even as she made plans to wed another, but her heart couldn't give her house up. It would be as if Gary was dying all over again. "Lauren, what's wrong? What did I say?" Lauren hid her fears and put a brave smile on her face. "It's nothing, just, well, why don't you move in with us. We've got enough room." Peter cocked his head and looked at her curiously. "Really? I mean, I could move in with you in your bedroom, but what about my other stuff, the computers and fitness equipment. It's not like we could remodel the basement - you already did that!" "Well, we'll redo the garage then. I don't want to sell the house. I mean, the kids are in a good school and they have their friends and the neighborhood is great and..." Peter held up his hands. "Okay, okay, I get it, I get it, you don't want to sell. But darling, you have to agree, it will be like trying to stuff five pounds of sausage in a four pound sack. Something is going to have to give!" Lauren simply looked miserable while Peter wracked his brain, then something came to him as he considered what Lauren had said about the garage. "You know,", he said, his eyes staring into the distance, "there may be a way after all..." Lauren looked up hopefully, and Peter turned back towards her. "You know, we might be able to do something after all. I don't know why you won't move, but consider this. We redo the garage like you said, but we take it another step further. We add on out back!" "Add on?! Can we do that?" "Sure!", he said with excitement. The more he thought about it, the better he liked the idea. "Listen, nobody uses the garage except to store bikes and stuff anyway, right, but that only gets us a few hundred square feet. We add on out back, say 20 by 20, or 25, both stories, we can pick up another thousand square feet. That's like a small starter home in itself!" Lauren tried to visualize it but couldn't. "But where..." "Between where the basement door opens and the end of the garage, where the patio door opens out to now." "But how..." Peter smiled and laughed. "Who cares, we'll get an architect in and he can figure out the how." "An architect! Peter, this is going to cost a fortune!", argued Lauren. Her fiancée shrugged. "It won't cost you a penny. I'll pay for everything. We'll make it part of the pre-nup, how this is my investment and your house is your investment. We'll get an appraisal before and after to sort out percentages of ownership or something." He was very excited about the entire idea. Lauren shook her head in disbelief. "This isn't a marriage, it's a merger!" Peter leaned back in his chair and sipped his coffee. "You know, it wasn't all that long ago that marriages were considered just that, mergers. Back in the Middle Ages, when kings and queens got married, they used to swap provinces and countries around." "You're no king, mister!" "Hey, it used to happen in this country, too. The idea of marrying for love is a relatively modern concept. Arranged marriages were probably the standard in this country at least until the Civil War." "But that was hundreds of years ago!" Peter considered that statement curiously, since it wasn't even a century and a half, but let it aside. "Are you kidding me, there are places in the world where it's still common." Lauren looked at him disbelievingly. "I'm serious. Remember Adnan and Lahkti?" "Who?" "Adnan and Lahkti Gowdarsh, from the Christmas Party. You met them, he's my deputy." It took Lauren a second, then she remembered the Indian couple from the ball, who had sat at the table with the other technical staff. They were in their late twenties, just a few years younger than her or Peter. Adnan was on the small side, thin, dark haired and dark skinned, with a heavy mustache. Lahkti was actually a bit taller than her husband, slim and lithe, with long legs and a dancer's body. "But... no way, they seemed so happy!", protested Lauren. "They are happy. They even have three children." "And it was arranged?!" Peter nodded. "Yeah. Adnan told me about it once. They were from neighboring towns and hadn't even met, though they were second cousins or some such. Anyway, their parents arranged everything. They met shortly before the wedding and had a couple of meet-and-greets, and then they got married." Peter saw the look of horror on Lauren's face. "Listen, babe, they grew up in a country so far different from what you and I know about, it's like a whole 'nother planet! I can't begin to imagine it either, but it still goes on, even now." Lauren shook her head again in amazement. She knew that such things happened in the world, but had never thought she would actually run across it. The truth was, however, that the Gowdarshes seemed a very happy couple. Peter's deputy, Adnan, had worn a very standard tuxedo to the affair, and looked slightly uncomfortable in the rented finery. Her outfit, on the other hand, had been a big hit for the evening, being so different from what every other woman was wearing, yet very tasteful and elegant. Lahkti had worn a sari made from a sheer yet opaque gold silk, and had highlighted it with a number of gold bracelets and necklaces, which were set off perfectly against her bronze skin. She had also worn sheer stockings or pantyhose, and very high heels, and from what Lauren could see, little else. She wasn't sure what one wore under a sari, but it didn't seem like much, and she was very attached to and happy with her husband. During a bathroom break, Lauren had asked the exotic looking woman exactly what she was wearing under her outfit, and Lahkti had giggled, "Stockings and a smile! Addie enjoys unwrapping his presents!" The pair continued to talk as they drove back to Peter's apartment, planning the remodeling of the house. Lauren could scarcely believe it all was happening, as she discussed it with him. When Peter mentioned getting an architect for the second time, Lauren stopped him, saying, "Where do I find an architect!?" Smirking, Peter replied, "Well, if you think about it, you might know someone in the real estate and construction business, and I would bet that if he was properly motivated, he might be able to find an architect fairly easily." He stopped and let her out at his parking space. Lauren looked at him and smiled. "Oh, really. And just how much motivation would be needed?" "Oh, lots! I mean, you are going to have to be very motivational. Very! You are going to have to motivate me over and over again." Lauren wrapped her arms around Peter's neck and kissed him deeply, then took his hand and led him to the front door. Peter unlocked his apartment and let Lauren enter, then followed. Lauren took him by the hand and began leading him down the hall to his bedroom. Once inside, she began slowly removing his clothing. "Tonight, no motivation. Tonight, I'm simply going to say thank you, thank you for wanting to be in my life, thank you, thank you, thank you." Kneeling before him, Lauren undid Peter's pants and tugged them and his shorts down past his knees, freeing his stiff cock from its confines. She touched it gently, eliciting a groan of pleasure from her excited fiancée and began licking the shaft slowly. She would work her way up to the tip of his cockhead, which she would nibble on carefully, then lick back down to his balls, which she would softly suckle. Her hands were jacking his cockshaft as she licked and sucked, and Peter began thrusting his hips forward weakly, trying to fuck her hands and mouth. Moments later his cock exploded, shooting an evening's jism onto her face and into her hair. Lauren continued jacking him until he ran dry, then grinned and stood up, come covering her face. "I think I need a quick shower." "Mind if I wash your back?" "I was sort of hoping you'd ask.", she replied. Peter kicked off his pants and shorts and followed Lauren to the bathroom. Moments later he was snuggling up behind her as the hot water washed the come from her face and hair. He wrapped his arms around her from behind. He took the bar of soap from her hands and began soaping her back. Lauren moaned pleasantly as he lathered her from head to toe slowly. Finally, as the water sluiced the foam from her silken skin, Peter nuzzled up against her backside, his stiff cock pushing against her buttocks. Bending his knees slightly, Peter aimed his erection between her thighs and pushed forward. "Ooooh!", squealed Lauren happily, and she spread her legs far enough apart that Peter's cock slipped into her cunt. "Oh, fuck me, Peter, fuck me!", she demanded. Peter moved against her, his cock sliding back and forth in her tightly grasping pussy, but the view downward was too tempting. He rubbed the bar of soap along the crack of her ass, and before she was fully aware of what he was planning, Peter pulled out of Lauren's pussy and moved his cockhead against her asshole. "Oh, God! Yes, Peter, yes!" Lauren supported herself against the shower wall with her left hand while reaching around to spread her asscheeks with the right. "Put it in, please!" Peter bent his legs and lodging his dick into her asshole, drove forward slowly and surely. Lauren groaned as he drove into her, stopping only when his belly pushed into her rear. "Now this is what I call a proper thank you.", he whispered in Lauren's ear. Peter began fucking Lauren's ass slowly, but quickly began speeding up. Lauren moaned and groaned as she orgasmed, and pushed backwards to keep him firmly seated in her rear. Peter's deeper toned moans joined her as his cock seemed to explode, and his come jetted fiercely into her bowels. Lauren sagged contentedly against the wall of the shower as Peter's limp prick slid from her asshole and he leaned back against the opposite wall. The hot running water washed away the stains of their assfucking, and Lauren turned towards him with a tired smile. Peter gathered her into his arms gently, and nuzzled his face into her neck. "I love you so much!", he told her quietly. "I'll have you know that I'm a very demanding wife. I need daily doses of affection, usually more than one, to be satisfied." "Affection?", teased Peter. "Do I need to be more specific?", she asked, reaching between them to tug insistently on his prick hanging limp between his legs. "Well, two out of three ain't bad.", he commented. Lauren's face screwed up in confusion. "Huh? Two out of three what?" Peter chuckled. "It's the old description of the perfect wife, a beautiful nymphomaniac whose father owns a liquor store. Your dad doesn't own a liquor store, does he?" Lauren laughed and pressed against him, kissing him slowly and thoroughly. Pulling back, she reached around him and turned off the water. "Come on. Let's dry off and go to bed and do something that will make us need another shower in the morning." ------- Chapter 25: Babysitting "So we're baby-sitting tonight?", asked Robby. Heather shrugged. "Is it baby-sitting when I live here?" Heather was in the kitchen, frying hamburgers in a cast iron skillet, while Robby sat at the kitchen table. Jimmy and Holly were in the living room playing a video game. "Besides, it will give us a chance to study later. I've got a chem test on Monday." Robby shrugged in acquiescence and stood up. Sneaking up behind Heather, he gave her both a quick kiss on the back of the neck and a goose to her bottom. Heather squealed pleasantly, swinging around with the spatula, but he had moved out of the way, an innocent look on his face. "Set the table!", she ordered, waving the spatula threateningly. "Yes, ma'am!", he answered with an elaborate salute. Heather snorted and rolled her eyes, then turned back to the frying pan. "So when is Lauren coming home?", he asked. "Sunday.", answered the teen. "She's spending another weekend with Peter." Robby came over to the counter and leaned back against it, looking over at Heather. "They're getting serious? Or they're not?", he asked curiously. "I guess." The girl set down the spatula and crossed her arms under her ample bosom. "I think they're getting real serious, actually, but it's not like they keep me informed, you know." "You think they're going to get married or something?" "Or something like what? Live together?" Heather shook her head in the negative. "Lauren will never live with a man without getting married, or at least not while those two are around." She hooked a thumb over her shoulder, pointing towards the screams of outrage coming from the living room. Playing at a low game setting to allow Holly a chance had backfired on Jimmy; the little girl had just trounced him. "So if they get married, what happens then? You going to have to move out?" "You worry too much! Peter wouldn't do that, or if he did, Lauren wouldn't let him anyway. Besides, I'll probably move out some day anyway, college or something." She put the burgers onto rolls and called the children in from the living room. They ate around the kitchen table. Afterwards, Heather washed dishes while Robby dried. Jimmy and Holly went back to playing their video game. It was a quiet Friday evening, with Lauren gone. Shortly after nine, Heather set down her homework and sent the children upstairs, then followed to help Holly and tuck the little girl in. Within fifteen minutes she was back down in the living room, her chemistry textbook in her hands. Five minutes after that, much to Robby's amusement, she slammed the book shut and let out a low "Aarrghhhh!" in disgust. "I hate chemistry!", she told nobody in particular. Robby was sprawled out on the couch reading a collection of Faulkner's short stories. "Was that directed to me or just a general observation?", he teased. "Both!" Heather tossed aside her books and crawled onto the couch with him. "Let's study something else." "Such as?", Robby replied, his eyebrows arching in amusement. Heather yanked the book from his hands and tossed it across the room. "French!" She lay atop him and began kissing him furiously, her tongue dueling with his. "I like this subject.", he quipped, coming up for air, then returned to necking with his girlfriend. "Natural talent.", she replied breathlessly. The young pair continued necking for several more minutes before Robby began feeling a little more aggressive. Slipping a hand under the back of Heather's long-sleeved V-neck pullover sweater, he caressed her warm and supple flesh. Heather didn't complain at all, but simply sighed and melted in his arms. Emboldened, he slipped the other hand under the front of her sweater, bringing it up to cup a breast that was warm and soft in its restraining brassiere. Heather continued squirming atop Robby, moaning softly as her breasts were touched. Robby reached around and unclasped the lacy bra holding her in, then as he cupped and held her tits with one hand, slid the other down into her stretchy blue jeans, to slip inside her matching lace panties and fondle the cheeks of her ass. Heather moaned, her eyes tightly shut, as Robby took her to the brink of orgasm. Suddenly she stiffened in Robby's arms, her eyes snapping open, as she froze in terror as she heard a child wandering around at the top of the stairs. She pulled her head back, looking up wildly, yanking her lips away from Robby's. Robby heard the noise then, too. Angling his head backwards to see around the corner of the couch, he saw a light come on in the hallway upstairs, but then heard the bathroom door close. Heather didn't relax until she heard a toilet flush and the child wander back down the hallway, turning off the light as she went. She suspected it was Jimmy but wasn't sure. She sat upright and pulled her sweater down, and Robby thought their fun was done for the evening, but he was wrong. Smiling, Heather stood and took his hand. "Come on.", she whispered, and dragged him upright. She led him by the hand down the stairs to her room in the basement, stopping to engage the latch, then continued down to her convertible futon couch/bed. Robby was grinning as Heather said, "Now, where were we?" Robby pulled Heather into his arms, and as his lips devoured hers, he quickly grabbed the bottom of her sweater. The buxom girl laughed and pulled her head away as she lifted her arms, and Robby swiftly pulled her sweater and undone bra off in one motion. The pair quickly undressed and converted the futon couch into a bed, the sat down on the cushion. The horny youngsters' hands were all over each other. Heather moaned loudly as Robby cupped her full breasts, tweaking and pinching her nipples, then she returned the favor by grasping his cockshaft and stroking his stiff prick. Robby leaned down to begin licking and sucking Heather's tits, and Heather leaned backwards, lying down on her bed to allow her lover an easier access. As she leaned backwards, her face came close to the hard cock she was stroking. Pushing Robby flat on the bed, she crawled across his body and began licking and sucking his cockhead. Groaning with pleasure, Robby reciprocated by pulling his girlfriend on top of him, facing his feet, with her pussy above his lips and her knees on either side of his head. "Ooh, goody. I think I like this!", commented Heather, as she dove forward to take Robby's oversized cock into her mouth. "You just let me know when you want me to stop!", she teased. "I'll never crack, no matter how much you torture me!" Robby began making long and loving licks around the pungent pussy hovering over his mouth. Heather had been incredibly aroused ever since she had started making out with him upstairs, and she smelled incredibly horny to the boy. Her pussy began twitching as he brought her to a small orgasm quickly. Heather retaliated by sucking his cockhead hard, swelling it even further, and jacking the shaft. Robby had the advantage however, in position and initiative. Lowering his face slightly, his questing lips found the little nubbin of flesh nestled at the top of her cuntlips. Pushing his face forward and clasping his hands around her asscheeks to hold her in place, the teen began sucking furiously in Heather's clit. Heather shrieked as she came, her cries muffled by the cock in her mouth, and she began thrashing over Robby. No longer supporting herself on her hands and knees, Heather lay flat upon him, her legs sticking backwards behind his head, quivering and shaking as Robby ripped her through one roaring orgasm after another. Finally he relented, as much from a need to catch his breath and rest his mouth as anything else. Heather focused her glazed eyes, and resumed sucking Robby's cock. She knew he was close to coming himself; his pre-come was practically pouring out of his cock into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed it, bringing him even closer, then she smiled to herself. She was practically staring at the boy's asshole, and she thought how it was actually the first time she had ever actually looked at an asshole. Feeling incredibly wicked, she wet an index finger with saliva and pre-come, and remembering what she had read in one of the books Lauren had given her, slowly but firmly inserted it into Robby's ass. The effect was electric! Robby arched his back, pushing his cock upwards, practically fucking it into Heather's mouth as it spewed out what seemed to be a never-ending load of jism. It seemed to the girl as if he was practically pushing his cock down her throat and into her stomach! Spasms wracked his shaft as Heather sucked and jacked him into an extraordinary come, and Robby moaned and groaned with the pleasure racing through his loins. Finally satisfied that her lover was drained, even if just for the moment, Heather pulled her finger from his ass with a quiet PLOP and let his softening prick slide from her lips. Robby sagged back to the bed. "Oh my God!", he muttered contentedly. "You liked that, huh?", smirked Heather. She climbed off Robby's torso and swiveled around, stretching out at his side. It was an odd pairing she thought briefly, his tall and gangly frame resting next to her shorter and more voluptuous build. Robby instinctively wrapped an arm around her shoulders and held her against him. "Jesus!", he exclaimed. "Where... how... when... where did you learn to do that?!" A look of concern came to her pretty face. "Robby, you can't tell anyone about that!" The boy turned his head towards her with an arched eyebrow and a curious look. "What?" "I'm serious! You can't tell anyone about... that! I mean, you know what I mean!" "Are you serious?" "Robby, you've got to promise!", she pleaded. "Let me get this straight. You think I.m going to tell people that my girlfriend stuck her finger up my ass, is that right?" "Robby, you've got to promise!" Robby pulled Heather against him and kissed her on the forehead. "I don't tell anyone what we do." "Ever?", she asked. "Ever! Gentlemen don't tell, that sort of thing. What we have is not for the locker room." "But... I mean, guys are always talking about what they're doing with their girlfriends, right? I mean that's what I've heard anyway. I've heard guys talking.", she protested. "Have you ever heard me talking?", he quizzed her. Heather's eyes widened at this. Shaking her head, she said, "No." "That's because I don't talk. Oh, I mean, lots of the guys know we're seeing each other, and I suppose they might know we're, well, you know, but I don't tell them what we do." He held her against him protectively, wrapping his arms around her and stroking the smooth skin of her back. "I love you. I wouldn't talk about you." Heather relaxed, though she stiffened at his next question. "I mean, do you talk about us?" She didn't answer right away, and Robby turned towards her, looking at her curiously. "Well?" "Well, I mean, it's like you said. All of my friends know we're together and I suppose I've told a few that we do more than just kiss..." Heather avoided Robby's eyes as she said this. "Oh really!", he said with a laugh. "And just what have you been telling them!?" Heather swiveled so that she was on her side, facing him, and grabbed his stiffening and sticky cock. "I just tell them the truth! That you've got a great big cock and you can fuck me three or four times in a row and you're a great pussylicker and you always make me come so hard!" Robby laughed and began fondling Heather's naked breasts as she continued to arouse his cock. "Well, as long as that's all. I mean, as long as you're telling them the truth." "Oh, yeah, I only tell them about each and every time we fuck and how you make me come.", she agreed. Robby smiled to himself, then looked at his lover curiously. "You're kidding me, right?" "Robby, my friends are so jealous of me. They all want a piece of you." Robby's eyes widened. "You're joking, right?" Heather simply gave him a Mona Lisa smile. He thought about it briefly. He knew quite a few of Heather's friends, and several of them had become very friendly, whether they had boyfriends of their own or not. God forbid that he and Heather should ever break up, but if the unthinkable were ever to happen, Robby suddenly realized he might not be lonely the rest of his life. He smiled at Heather and said, "Well, you just tell them, if any of them want a test drive, to come right on over." "Never you mind about test drives, mister. I'm all you need to drive!" Heather rolled onto her back, pulling Robby with him, and as he positioned himself above her, Heather helped guide his cock into her pussy. "Just shut up and fuck me, Robby!" "I love you, Heather. I love you!", he whispered as he lowered himself, burying his cock slowly and deeply. The girl wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he began bucking in and out of her drenched pussy. Robby fucked Heather with long and deep strokes, not quickly but not slowly, either, and he angled his waist so that his cockshaft was rubbing against her throbbing clitoris. "Fuck me Robby, fuck me!", she begged, as fresh orgasms raced through her body. Heather panted and gasped as her lover pounded his cock into her, and she was almost sobbing with her release as he lived up to her bragging and exploded, his jism surging into her pussy on her third come. Robby collapsed with exhaustion, crushing her before he could roll onto his side. The two young lovers panted and gaped with their exertion before snuggling against each other. "So, you never did tell me where you learned that trick with the finger up my butt.", he said, once he had his breath back. Heather blushed fiercely at the comment, and tried to roll away from him. Robby caught her, and held her down, throwing a leg over hers to keep her in place. "Let me go! I'm not telling!" "Yes you are! I know how to make you talk." Robby began tickling Heather around her ribcage, eliciting squeals of outrage from the busty girl, who tried to fight back. Robby was too strong, and shortly had her hands trapped while he tickled under her arms. "That's no fair!" Robby tickled some more, and Heather surrendered. "All right, all right! I'll tell you!" Robby relented, letting go of her hands, and Heather pushed away. "No I won't!" With a laugh, her boyfriend grabbed her and gave her an even worse tickling, and the teen gave in completely. "Stop!", she squealed. "I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" "So? How did you learn about the finger up the butt idea.", he prodded. "I read about it.", she replied. "You read about it?" Robby stared at her in disbelief. "In a book." Twisting out from his grasp, Heather leaned down over the side of the bed and pulled a box out from underneath. It was larger than a shoebox, about the size of a rectangular hatbox, and it was where the girl kept her collection of sex toys and paraphernalia. Pulling it onto the bed, she lifted the lid and pulled out the two books that Lauren had given her a few weeks prior. "See?" Robby's eyes widened to the size of pie plates. Prior to his relationship with Heather, his knowledge of sex was limited to what he had elicited from Health class, which wasn't much, and the locker room, which was mostly wrong. He knew that such things as these books existed, but had never seen one, and he stared pie-eyed at them. "Holy shit!", he whispered, awe-struck. He glanced briefly at the encyclopedia, then began leafing through the Kama Sutra. Heather sat next to him Indian fashion and began thumbing through the sex encyclopedia. Finding the page she wanted, she pointed it out to her boyfriend. "See? Right here, it tells about assholes and sex and stuff." She handed it over to Robby. The teen barely gave it a glance, instead pointing out a rather vigorous position in the illustrations, 'The Wheelbarrow', where the man was holding the woman's legs up off the floor while she was supporting her head and torso by what looked like a pushup. It was indeed similar to the children's game of wheelbarrow, but was decidedly not for children. "I think this is a bit much, you know.", he commented. Heather smiled and nodded in agreement. "I think some of the positions require a permit and a doctor's permission." Robby laughed and looked over at her. "So where did you get these books? Am I doing something wrong? You wanted an outside opinion?", he asked half in jest. Heather looked horror stricken. "Oh God, no Robby, no! I love you and what we do together. It's not like that at all!" "So?" Heather blushed. "It was... a friend, a friend bought them for me.", she admitted. "A friend?" Robby got a suspicious look in his eye. "It was Lauren, wasn't it!?" Heather's guilty look confirmed his suspicions. "Wasn't it!? Why?" "Robby, you can't breathe a word of this, to anybody!" Heather waited until he nodded assent, then she continued. "Well, Lauren told me that I should know more about this stuff than what we learned in Health class. That sex can be so much more, and that everyone should know as much as they can about something that they will do most of their lives." Robby looked at her curiously, and commented, "You know, that doesn't sound all that crazy, when you put it like that." "I just wanted to learn how to make you happier, to do things you'd enjoy even more." Robby wrapped his arms around Heather and pulled her against his chest. "You already make me happy. I love you, you know that." "I do, I know you love me and I love you. I just wanted it to be even better. I mean, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you, you know that." Robby's eyes gleamed. "Nothing?" "Nothing, I told you..." Heather pulled back and looked at her lover suspiciously. "Almost nothing. Just what did you have in mind?" Robby tapped the books. "Oh, nothing much. The basketball team, a bottle of Crisco, and maybe Rex the Wonderdog. I guess that's out?" "I think so." Robby set aside the book, and before Heather could stop him, had pulled the lid from her toy box and looked inside. "Oh my God!", he exclaimed, grinning as he saw the remainder of the contents. Heather tried to pull them away but he batted aside her hands. He pulled out a video tape in its lurid box. "Good girls do everything?!" Heather blushed, and then laughed at him. "Yes they do!" "I'll just bet. Another gift from Lauren?", he asked. "More of a loan, I guess. She and Gary, her dead husband, they had a small collection, I guess. She showed me a few." "She provide this, too?" He held up Heather's vibrator. "Is this what I think it is?" "Oh God!" Heather grabbed the vibrator and stuffed it and the porn tape back in the box and tossed them under the bed. "You can't tell anybody!" "I thought we've already been through that." "I'm not a slut or nympho or something!", she protested. "I never thought you were. Actually, I think it's kind of cool." "Really?", she asked, eyes wide. Robby nodded. "It turns me on a bit. Maybe sometime you can show me, you know." "What, getting myself off? Only if you do it for me, too.", she replied. Hopefully that would end this conversation. "Okay.", he agreed. "What?!" "I said okay. You do yourself with that thing while I watch, then I'll jerk off for you. Isn't that what you wanted?" "This is just too weird! Let's read the books." Robby shrugged in happy acquiescence and Heather came around to his side and began flipping pages through the Kama Sutra with him. They eagerly discussed several different possibilities until Robby got his third wind and he felt his cock beginning to stiffen again. Tossing aside the books, he reclined lazily on the bed and tucked a pillow under his head. "I think we need to see how well you've been studying." "Baby, you are going to love this test!" The horny young couple proceeded to try several of the positions they had seen in the books, though Robby played lazy and lay on his back, letting Heather do all the work. Heather was perfectly content to be the active partner. First she had Robby sit upright, his legs outstretched before him, while she sat on his lap, his cock up her pussy, in a tantric position. While both teens thought this was interesting, it didn't really excite them, so Robby lay back and Heather stretched out her legs and leaned backwards herself. Neither could understand why this was called the 'Snake Trap', but it provided a fair deal of friction and was fairly enjoyable. The next position was what Robby and Heather called the 'Cowgirl', where she straddled him and rode his cock. Heather rocked and bounced on Robby's cock, and Robby guided her with his hands on her hips. Curious, he remembered how his girlfriend had played with his asshole earlier and decided to return the favor. Reaching around with one hand, he extended his middle finger and gently touched Heather's asshole. The effect was electric! Letting out a loud "Whoo!", Heather bounced up and almost came off the bed. "Sorry.", he said contritely. Heather's eyes were wide and she stared down at him, and then grinned madly. "It's all right." "I didn't mean to hurt you. I won't do it again." Heather shook her head. "No, it's all right. It didn't hurt, it just surprised me is all." "Uh, I won't do it again if you don't want me to." Heather blushed. "It's okay, it felt kind of cool. Just go slow, all right?" She began slowly rocking and bouncing on the cock stuffed well up her cunt, moaning pleasantly. Robby reached back around her, encouraged by her words, and gently began caressing and fondling her asshole. It was everything he could have asked for. Heather moaned, her eyes shut tightly, and her pussy was almost grasping at him as it spasmed in orgasm. "Oh my God!", she gasped as she gazed at him in a daze. "Turn around!", he said. "What?" "Flip around, just like you are, but facing my feet.", he ordered. Heather nodded in understanding, though she really wasn't sure what he had in mind. She managed to twist around above Robby without ever quite pulling loose from his cock. Robby had already come twice that night, and while he was enjoying himself immensely, was nowhere near coming himself. Once in position, she began slowly bouncing on his cock, wondering what Robby was really up to. It didn't take her long to find out. Gently caressing Heather's curvy ass, Robby began probing her asshole with an index finger. Finding her very amenable to such play, he slipped his other hand between them and wet his fingers with the pussy juice practically flowing down his cock. Pushing firmly, he soon had his middle finger into her asshole to the first joint. "Yes, yes, yes!", cried Heather, as he twirled his finger inside her. The sensation of feeling his cock through the thin layers of flesh separating it from his finger was incredibly intense. He could feel himself thrusting upwards into her. "Jesus!", gasped Robby as his balls exploded showering her cunt with his jism. Heather simply collapsed on top of him, facing away, hugging her breasts against his knobby knees as she came down off her orgasm induced high. It was several minutes before she rolled off of him and stared at him dumbly. "That was something else!", she finally exclaimed. Robby nodded agreement. "I'll say." He looked at his watch and swore. "I am so late! I hate to kiss and run, but I have to go." "That wasn't precisely kissing.", commented Heather dryly. She got off the bed and pushed Robby towards the bathroom. "Go clean up. You have to have enough time for that." Robby nodded and went in, followed by Heather. He turned on the shower, but said, "If you decide to wash up with me, I'll never get out of here!" Heather laughed. "Go clean up!" She went to her closet and returned wearing an oversized bathrobe. "I just wish we could stay together, you know, and not have to split up like this." "What, like here?" "No, not here. I couldn't do that, Lauren would freak out big time. I mean, it's one thing for me to 'say goodbye' to you down here, but she'd never let me get away with having a guy stay over while the kids are around." Robby nodded his understanding as he quickly showered. "No, I mean like that first night, after the formal, remember?" "That was pretty special.", he agreed. "And that weekend it was just us. Even though you had to go home, that wasn't good. I want to spend an entire weekend with you, Robby." Robby came out of the shower and ran a towel over his lanky frame. "Me too, babe, me too." He pulled his shirt and pants on, disdaining his underwear. "Maybe I can speak to my cousin and borrow his place sometime. I mean, he has to go away sometime, right? Maybe I can house-sit for him." "And I can help!", agreed Heather quickly. "Yeah, you can help." Robby slipped on his shoes and grabbed his coat. "Listen, let me call him and I'll let you know what he says. He may say no to the whole idea." "But he might not, too." "I'll talk to him, I promise." Robby gave Heather a quick kiss and headed out the back door. By the time his dilapidated truck started up, Heather was already in bed. ------- Chapter 26: Breaking The News Peter drove Lauren back to her home the next morning. His new fiancée was simply ecstatic, bubbling over with a happiness and good cheer that he almost found cloying. Ever few minutes she would look down at her hand, look at her engagement ring, and then look over at him lovingly. "Have I told you this morning how much I love you?", she asked. "Every five minutes or so, but who's keeping track.", he replied. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you." The first time she had told him that morning was in the middle of an early morning wakeup blowjob. She had then returned to sucking him off, and after partially swallowing his load, she had grinned at him and repeated the comment. They had showered together again that morning, making love while standing up in the corner under the steamy spray, then Lauren had insisted they dress and go back to her house. "We need to talk to the kids before they go out." "Where are they going?" Lauren had shrugged. "Who knows!? Just remember, it's a Saturday and there's fresh snow on the ground and they are going to want to do something. No telling what, but it probably won't be until lunchtime." Much to Peter's surprise, Heather and the two youngsters were still around, just finishing up breakfast. Heather came into the living room, a curious look on her face, as she saw Lauren and Peter come inside. "What's up? I didn't think you were coming back today." Lauren grinned and held up her left hand, wiggling her fingers and showing the teen her new ring. "We need to talk to Jimmy and Holly." Heather gasped and brought her hands up to cover her mouth. "Oh my God!... You... is that?... oh my God!" Lauren placed a finger over her lips. "Sshhh! Don't say anything. I want to tell them." Heather smiled at Peter and Lauren, then went to the stairs. "Hey guys! Come on down! Right now!" Little Holly was the first one down, and she came roaring down the stairs and around the corner to collide with her mother. "Mommy! What are you doing here? Are you going sledding, too?" Lauren looked over at Heather. "Robby and I are taking them over to Griffin Park to go sledding.", she explained. Holly's brother came down next, with his usual morning grumpiness starting to wear off, though he looked suspiciously at the adults. "What's up?" "We need to talk.", answered their mother. She took Holly by the hand and sat down on the couch, with Holly next to her. Lauren had been hoping that Jimmy would sit on her other side, but instead he sat down at the end of the couch, on the far side of his sister. He was going through an 'independent' phase. Heather knelt down on the floor next to Lauren, her feet underneath her, while Peter sat in an armchair across from the family he was joining. "What's up, Mommy?", asked Holly. Lauren smiled down at her daughter. "Well, you know how I've been seeing Peter for quite a while now. Well, Peter and I are going to get married and he's coming to live with us." Jimmy looked over at Peter, not quite in full comprehension, then looked back at his mother. Holly, always in a bright mood, simply asked, "But where's Peter going to sleep, Mommy? We don't have any more bedrooms. Is he going to share a room with Jimmy..." "What! No way!", interjected a horrified older brother. "... or is he going to get my room while I move in with Heather?" Heather snickered at the thought, but didn't answer. This wasn't quite the way Lauren had envisioned the conversation, but she pressed on. "No, honey. When we get married, Peter will sleep in my room, just like your Daddy used to." It finally began to dawn on Jimmy what was going on, and he stared wildly at his mother. He was already climbing down off the couch when Holly chimed in, "Is Peter going to be my Daddy?" Neither Lauren or Peter could answer before Jimmy exploded. "NO! I already have a father. You're not my dad! You can't be my dad!" Before his mother could react, Jimmy ran out of the room and up the stairs. They heard a bedroom door slam loudly. Lauren stared across the coffee table at Peter, then broke down in tears. "Oh, God, no!", she wailed, then buried her face in her hands. "No!" Horrified, Heather climbed onto the couch next to Lauren and held the older woman as she wailed and cried. Peter stood. "Let me talk to him.", he said quietly. Lauren didn't respond, but Heather mutely nodded. As Peter went up the stairs, he missed Holly's response. "Don't worry Mommy. Jimmy and I will stay with you forever and take care of you." Lauren wailed loudly. Peter went down the hall and stopped outside Jimmy's room. He knocked on the door softly. "Go away! You can't come in!", said the little voice inside. Peter tested the doorknob and found it turned. He pushed it open and slid inside, disregarding Jimmy's demand. "Can we talk?" Jimmy was sitting on his bed, looking at a picture, with Goldy's head in his lap. The retriever looked up at Peter with big brown eyes, then looked back at her master, her tail thumping slowly on the bedspread. "Didn't you hear me say go away!?", said Jimmy. The eight-year-old didn't push it though. "Hey, I was just wondering, don't you know a fellow down the street a bit, a guy name of Buzzy or Birdy or something?" "Jeesh! It's Bucky, Bucky Brewster.", replied Jimmy. What kind of name was Buzzy or Birdy! "That's it, Bucky. You're friends, right?" "Best friends.", said Jimmy. Whatever he had expected, this sure wasn't it. When was somebody going to start yelling at him? "Ever had an argument with him? I mean, a serious one." "Yeah, sure. We even had a fight last summer." "Really?", asked Peter. He came around and sat on the bed next to Jimmy, and glanced at the picture in the boy's lap. It was a shot of Jimmy and Gary fishing. It was taken the summer before Gary had died, and Jimmy was only five, and holding up a small bass on a line. Goldy was still just an overgrown pup, and she wanted to play with the fish, too, leaning against the others and getting her head in the shot as well. "Yeah! I gave him a black eye. I got this really neat scar, too!", he said, pointing at a small scar on his chin. Peter smiled and looked at the scar; it was barely visible. In truth, he knew all about the fracas. Lauren and Bucky's mother were friends in their own right, and the exasperated mothers had grounded the two boys for two weeks each. Lauren had told him all about it that summer. Long before the two weeks were up, the boys had made up and were clamoring to be allowed out to play again. "But you made friends again, right?" "Well sure. Why?" Peter smiled. "Well, you see, I'm just trying to figure out how we were friends this morning but now we're not. I'd like to be friends again." Jimmy found himself trapped by the logic. Looking back down at his lap, he said, "Oh.", and tossed the picture behind him. He stroked Goldy's head without looking up. "I think I know why you're angry with me. You think I want to make you forget your dad, but you're wrong. I don't want that." Jimmy looked up at him. "Do you think I could make you forget him?" "No!", said Jimmy strongly. Peter reached behind the boy and grabbed the photo frame. He glanced at it and then set it upright on the nightstand where Jimmy normally kept it. "I couldn't even if I wanted to." "Holly wants you to be Dad, but she doesn't remember him, but I do." Peter nodded in grave understanding. "I know. She was what, three? She doesn't really remember him, does she?" "No." "Yeah, but you do. I wish I'd known your Dad, he must have been a really nice guy. I mean, he had to be a good guy, for you and your mom to love him so much, right?" Tears were brimming in the corners of the boy's eyes. "Yeah." Peter put an arm around Jimmy's shoulders and hugged him against his side as the boy cried. "Listen. I'm not trying to take his place. I don't want you guys to forget your father. I know you'll always remember him and love him. I just want to become part of your family, too. Maybe some day we'll have stuff you can remember about, just like you remember stuff about him." Jimmy cried silently for a minute or two, then pulled away. Peter averted his eyes while the boy blew his nose and wiped away his tears. "Are we friends again?", he asked. "Yeah, sure.", replied Jimmy with a resigned shrug. He knew he was still in big, big trouble. He stood up, and Goldy followed him. "Well, maybe we should go downstairs and tell your Mom that things are going to be alright?" Jimmy shuffled his feet and looked at the floor. "I guess I'm in trouble, huh?" "You're not in trouble.", Peter answered. "Your mom is simply very scared right now." Jimmy looked up curiously. "Scared? About what!?" Peter answered very gravely. "Your mother is simply terrified that you won't let her get married. She wants to so very much, but she's afraid you won't let her." Jimmy looked astonished. "Won't let her? How could I stop her? I mean, I'm just a kid!" Peter shook his head. "Jimmy, your mom loves you guys more than anything in the whole world, a whole lot more than she loves me. When you love someone, it means that their happiness is more important than your own. She could never marry me if you guys didn't want her to." Jimmy thought about that briefly, then cocked his head and looked back at Peter. "Is that how much you love Mom?" Peter nodded. "You're a pretty bright guy, you know? That's right, your mother's happiness is more important to me than mine. If she couldn't be happy without you guys being happy, then I'd have to go away. I'd have to never see her again." That seemed to satisfy the boy. "I guess we better go downstairs." He resigned himself to the spanking he just knew was on the way. Lauren's sobbing was under control by the time Jimmy and Peter returned, though she was still leaning against Heather, with Holly sitting by her side and holding her hand. The little girl really didn't understand what was happening. Jimmy came around and stood in front of Lauren, who looked at him hopefully, glancing up at Peter before looking back at her son. "Uh, Mom, I'm sorry. If you really want to marry Peter, I guess it's okay." "Oh, God!", gasped Lauren. Jimmy was utterly mystified by her response. Lauren hurriedly reached out and wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer, and began crying again. "Thank you, thank you, thank you..." She wrapped the other arm around Holly and held the pair closely against her, as sobs of joy wracked her frame. She opened her eyes briefly, looking up at Peter in ecstasy. "What did you say?" Peter simply shrugged, and Lauren returned to hugging her children. Jimmy finally peeled himself away. "Jeez, Mom!", he protested. Lauren pulled back with a smile. "I'll jeez you!" She pulled her children to her and kissed them both on the cheek and said, "Thank you!", then she let them loose. "Oh my God! I suppose we should tell our parents.", she said to Peter. "Probably.", he replied with a lopsided grin. ------- Chapter 27: A Party "Hello.", said Shirley Boscow into the telephone. She was standing in her kitchen, peering around the corner at her husband Frank, who was sitting in his rocker and reading the newspaper. "Oh, Momma, you've got to come over, both of you, you and Daddy, both!", gushed her daughter. "Lauren? What's up honey?", she asked, a concerned tone to her voice. Frank picked up on his wife's concern and turned and looked at her over the paper. "What's wrong?" "Honey, what's wrong?" "Nothing's wrong, everything's great. Oh, you've just got to come over!" "What's wrong?", repeated Lauren's father, standing up and dropping the newspaper on his chair. His voice was raised insistently. Shirley waved him off and tried to concentrate on her daughter's bubbly tone. "What is it, Lauren? The kids..." "What's wrong with the kids?", demanded Frank. "Hold on honey.", said Shirley to the phone. She turned to her husband. "Will you shut up for awhile so I can find out!" She pulled her hand off the mouthpiece of the phone. "What's going on, baby?" "Oh it's good... Peter... the kids... Peter... just come over Momma!", begged Lauren. A light blinked on in Shirley's head and she smiled to herself as she calmed down. "Did Peter propose to you?" "Just come over, Momma, I'll tell you here. It's so great!" "Should I call Helen and ask her to come over, too?", teased her mother. "Would you? Please?" Shirley laughed. "We'll be over in a half hour or so." She hung up the phone and laughed. "What's going on?", demanded her husband pleasantly. "Peter finally get around to asking her to marry him?" "I think so.", replied Shirley. "She wouldn't tell me straight out, but I think so. Go get your shoes and socks on, while I call Helen." ------- Helen Graham was exceedingly occupied when the phone rang. She had decided to let the call go to the answering machine, when Shirley's voice overrode the message to leave a name and number. "Come on Helen, if you're there, pick it up, it's really, really important!" "Shit!", she mumbled. She rolled out of bed, saying, "Don't go anywhere." The naked man she had been fondling laughed and said, "Where would I go?" Helen glanced around the bedroom for the phone, then remembered she had left the cordless handset in the living room. She scrambled into the living room and grabbed it, hitting the switch before her in-law could hang up. She also grabbed a short silk robe from a pile of laundry and shrugged into it as she answered. "What's wrong Shirley?" "Nothing, I think. You need to go over to Lauren's. I think our girl is engaged again! She's being coy about it, but I think so." "Peter... oh my God!", gasped Helen. "Yeah, I think we're having a little party. Frank and I are going to pick up some cold cuts and stuff on the way. Or were you doing something else?" Shirley could detect a little reticence in her friend's voice, and she didn't think it was because Helen's daughter-in-law was remarrying. "Well..." "Is somebody being naughty?", teased Shirley. "Well, actually...", admitted Helen. "Throw the bastard out and get over there!", laughed Shirley, hanging up the telephone. Helen Graham flipped off the telephone and tossed it onto the couch, then wrapped the mini-robe around her waist with its belt. Walking back up the stairs and down the hall, she leaned against the doorframe to her bedroom and looked inside. Her guest from last night was laying on his back, naked, one arm thrown behind his head and the other gently stroking an impressively long and thick erection. Helen smiled at the sight of her new lover awaiting her return. She had just started dating Jack Ferguson, a new radiologist at the hospital clinic she worked at. In fact, last night had been their first date, and she certainly hadn't planned on sleeping with him that soon, but was she ever pleased that she had! He was an outstanding lover. She was even a little surprised at herself for going out with him at all. After all, he was a very handsome young man, and looked to be only in his late-thirties, almost fifteen years younger than she was. She knew she looked younger than she actually was, but that simply meant that he was looking to score on a good-looking widow. He was also rather self-confident, though this was perfectly normal in a doctor. She had known enough doctors to know that the joke, about the only difference between God and a doctor was that God didn't think he was a doctor, was absolutely true. He had met and flirted with her in her office, shortly after meeting with her yesterday morning. Surprisingly, she had responded, even going so far as to accept his invitation to dinner that evening. Amazingly, she had not used her normal first date tactic of agreeing to meet him at the restaurant, or following him in her car, to keep him at a safe distance that first night. Instead, she had given him her address and told him to pick her up at six-thirty. She had rushed home after work and quickly showered, even going so far as to touch up the trim on her pussy, then had dressed. Long black stockings, scarlet red panties, a matching bustier, and a tight black suit jacket with a mid-thigh length black skirt and black stilettos. She knew that she was too old to wear an outfit like this, but she thought she still looked okay in it, and if Jack still thought she was in her forties, maybe it wasn't all that extreme. A lot of older women were dressing like this, she told herself, as she talked herself into wearing the outfit. Dinner went very well, as did the drinks afterwards, and when Dr. Ferguson walked her to her door, Helen found herself asking if he wanted to come in for a cup of coffee. The sexual tension had been even hotter than the coffee she had brewed, and after they had sipped it silently in the kitchen, Jack had set their coffee cups to the side. Pushing Helen back against the counter, he had taken her in his arms and begun kissing her. Helen had moaned as she felt his thick and stiff cock pressing against her through his trousers. Next he had begun unbuttoning her suit jacket, and once it was open, had pulled it off her arms, all without ever taking his lips off hers. Helen had gasped as she felt his fingers peel down the top of the bustier, exposing her massive and aroused breasts to his touch. Still standing against her, he had next unzipped her skirt and let it fall around her ankles, then had cupped her ass through the thin bikini panties briefly. Before she knew what was happening, he had unzipped his pants and pulled the crotch of her panties aside, then stuffed his cock into her sopping pussy and taken her, standing upright and backed against the counter. Helen moaned and gasped; his cock felt huge, as if she was being split apart endlessly, and the angle assured that his cockshaft was rubbing directly against her clit. Jack fucked against her, taking her through an endless orgasm before exploding into her. "Oh my God!", she had gasped, collapsing into his arms. Looking up at him, she had said, "I think we should go upstairs, don't you?" "I couldn't wait any longer.", he replied. Taking her by the hand, he began to lead her towards the stairs. Helen stopped long enough to pick up her suit, then followed him. She had learned a few tricks over the years to keeping her age a secret, and the first one she used was to turn the bedroom lights off before allowing Jack to strip her naked. This was only somewhat successful as a tactic, since enough light was coming in through the bedroom window from the street light below to show a fair bit of detail, but he either didn't notice or care. As soon as they were both naked, Jack had crawled on top for a very vigorous missionary style fuck. They had both collapsed and dozed off afterwards. After a few hours, she had woken and gazed at his nude form lying next to her, her eyes drawn irresistibly to the thick and limp cock lying between his legs. She had just touched it, grazing it lightly with a fingertip, and it had stiffened magnificently. "Get on top.", he said, and though surprised that she had awakened him, Helen eagerly threw a leg over his midsection and straddled him, dropping down onto his cock. A few hours later it was Jack who had awakened Helen. They were lying spooned together, he behind her, and Helen woke to his fingers touching her breasts and running down her flank and around to her cunt. His stiff cock was pressing against her from behind, and he simply slipped a knee between hers, lifting her legs apart, and hitched his hips forward, sliding his prick into her pussy smoothly. Their last act of the night, actually mid-morning, had been interrupted by Shirley Boscow. The amorous pair had been laying together, facing each other, and while Jack had been hefting her tits, sucking and nibbling the nipples gently, she had been stroking his cock in preparation of another great fuck. Now, as she stared happily at him, she was sorry to put an end to the marvelous evening. "Jack darling, I am very sorry, but I am going to have to throw you out. I have got to get dressed and out of here." "Problem?" Helen shook her head. "No, but something came up, and I have to go." He shrugged in acquiescence. Jiggling his stiff cock at her, he said, "Are you sure we don't have a few minutes?" Helen gazed at him with a wry smile. Who was to say why she couldn't get there as quickly as they expected? Coming to the bed, she knelt down on it, lifting her ass and spreading her legs. "Hard and fast, Jack, real hard and fast!" The younger man knelt behind his lover and slipped his cock into her drenched pussy. He wasn't sure if Helen was older than he was or not; she was obviously in her forties, the same age he was - he simply looked younger. He found her eminently desirable and capable of arousing him as few women before. She was curvy and cushiony, with a pussy that was tighter than he could believe. His last girlfriend had been a nurse fresh from college, and compared to that girl's cunt, Helen's felt practically like a virgin's! Helen moaned as Jack's cock slowly slid into her, pushing in so deep she thought that his cockhead was about to come out her mouth. Bottoming out, he continued pushing forward, and she allowed herself to be pushed down onto the sheets. He straddled her thighs, his cock trapped inside her clenched pussy, and began a slow and rhythmic thrusting. As she began peaking towards an orgasm, he began speeding up, by the time he came, during her second protracted come, he was slam fucking into her cunt from behind, grunting and groaning loudly until he gasped and fell onto her back, his twitching cock spewing its load into her from behind. "God damn!", he exclaimed quietly, rolling onto his back and letting Helen out from underneath him. Helen glanced at the clock on the nightstand and scurried out of bed. "I really am sorry, baby, but I have got to clean up and go!" Jack swung his feet around and to the floor. "Need some help washing up?", he asked. Helen laughed loudly. "That kind of help will make me later, not earlier! Now please, I really do have to run. Can you go and let me shower and dress?" Grabbing a pen and a pad of paper from the nightstand, he grinned and jotted down a telephone number. "Will you call?" "I promise, I'll call as soon as I can." ------- Frank Boscow was pushing the shopping cart as he followed his wife, Shirley, down the aisle of the grocery store. "You're sure she wants a party like this?" "I told you, it's not a party, it's just lunch." "Yeah, just lunch, for everyone in the entire family! You better hope she wants us to come over for something good!", he warned her. Shirley snorted. "It's like I already told you. She wants us over there, she wouldn't say why, it has something to do with Peter, and she says it's something good. What else could it be, huh? She's engaged!" Frank rolled his eyes. "Or pregnant.", he muttered under his breath. He wasn't quiet enough. "What was that?", his wife demanded, turning to face him. Frank had an innocent look on his face. "Nothing honey, nothing at all." She wagged a finger at him, though with a hint of a smile. "It better have been nothing, mister!" She turned back down the aisle and pulled several bags of chips off the shelf, turning to place them in the cart. They already had sub rolls and cold cuts in the cart, along with some soda. "I already paid for one marriage for her, remember. I only have to pay for one more, and that's for Brenda." "Yeah, you said that already, and I still say you're a cheap bastard.", she replied with a laugh. The Boscows arrived at their daughter's house just as Helen pulled up in her car. She helped them carry the groceries inside. The suspense ended immediately when Lauren pulled the door open wide and waggled her ring hand at Helen and Shirley. Shirley immediately handed her bags to her husband, then wrapped her eldest daughter in her arms for a ferocious hug and kiss. Lauren laughed, tears streaming down her face, as she escaped her mother's grasp, but her freedom didn't last long. Her mother-in-law was second with the hugs, and her father was next. "Just how big a shindig am I throwing?", he asked. "Daddy!", protested Lauren, swatting at his arm, even as he reached out to shake Peter's hand. "You know, at least Gary came over and asked me if he could marry you.", he joked. "True.", commented Shirley. "I've never seen a more frightened boy in my entire life." "Peter had to get permission, too.", answered Lauren. Frank looked at her curiously, and Lauren simply pointed over at her children, opening grocery bags in the kitchen. He simply nodded and said, "Ahhh." As if on cue, Jimmy wandered into the living room and greeted his grandparents. "Hi, grandpa. I got to tell you, Mom's been getting goofy again. Real goofy!" Lauren snorted and her mother laughed, though Frank nodded very seriously. "That's your mom, all right, a goofy woman if ever there was one!" Grab him!", yelled Lauren. "I'll show you goofy!" With a look of alarm, Jimmy took off running, but ran straight into the outstretched arms of Peter, who quickly grabbed him up and returned him to his mother. Lauren began tickling her son unmercifully, who eventually squirmed loose and ran to hide by his grandmothers. They simply laughed and tickled him some more before he finally got loose and ran off. "Have you decided when you want to get married? Do you want a long or short engagement?", asked Helen, after the women went into the kitchen to make lunch. "Uh, we were thinking this summer, maybe in June.", replied Lauren. "June! That's awfully short notice, Lauren! You'll never get things done in time.", protested her mother. "Ummm, we're not getting all that fancy, Mom." Helen and Shirley looked on as Lauren explained. "Peter and I talked it over already, and we don't think we're going to have all that big a ceremony." "It is going to be in a church, isn't it?", asked her mother in alarm. "Well, of course.", answered Lauren, wondering why anybody would think it wasn't. She shrugged off the question and continued. "It's just, well, I've done the big wedding already, and it's not like I'm supposed to be wearing white..." "Oh, and last time you were?", interjected Shirley snidely. Lauren stuck out her tongue at her mother. "Anyway, we're going to do something smaller, just our families and a few friends, and something really simple for a reception, no bands or dancing. I figure, even if we can't get a Saturday date, we can probably do something simple on a weekday with no problem at all." "Just family?" "Well, I mean, all our family. You and Dad and Mom,", she said, indicating Helen. "and Brenda and Christy and Christy's family. And all of Peter's brothers and sisters and their families and his parents, too, of course. And Heather." Shirley was somewhat mollified by this answer. It wasn't as if the two were sneaking off to a justice of the peace, or an Elvis impersonator in Vegas. It would be a nice wedding after all. "What did Peter's parents say? You have told them, haven't you?" Lauren nodded. Her mother was a wonderful person, but believed it was her God-given duty to control her daughter's weddings. Brenda had commented that she would prefer to elope than put up with her mother running things. "Of course we told them! Peter called them right after I hung up with you." "Well, you'll have to invite them down to dinner some time soon." Lauren stared at her mother briefly. "Uh, well, maybe, Mom, but they're in their seventies, and live two hundred miles away." Shirley ignored this. "You and Peter can ask." Lauren wisely gave in. Heather came wandering in to the kitchen, and asked, "Anything I can help with?" "Yeah. How about being my Maid of Honor?", asked Lauren. "What?!", asked Heather staring at Lauren, her mouth hanging open. "You heard me.", replied Lauren with a laugh. "Be my Maid of Honor." "Oh my God!", gasped the teen. "I think that's an excellent choice!", said Helen. She came over and gave Heather a one-armed hug around the shoulders. "You're serious! Oh my God!" Heather was incredibly excited, something that her boyfriend Robby picked up on as he came in the back door. He was bundled up for sledding and found Heather practically jumping up and down in the kitchen. "What's going on?", he asked his girlfriend. "Are we going sledding or not?" "I'm going to be a Maid of Honor! Lauren's getting married!" Robby glanced over at Lauren, who smiled in confirmation. "Cool!" "Now don't get too carried away.", said Lauren with a laugh. "We are not getting crazy with this thing; it's just going to be you and me, no bridesmaids." "I don't care! This is so cool! I can't wait to tell the girls in my class!" Lauren laughed. A few seconds later, little Holly came into the kitchen. "What's going on?", she asked, her little soprano voice piping up. "I'm going to be your mother's Maid of Honor.", explained Heather. "What's a Maid of Honor?", asked the little girl. It took several minutes for the others to explain who did what in a wedding. "So what do I do?" "You can be the flower girl.", said Heather without thinking. "Ooohh! What's that?" It took Lauren a second to think. Heather had jumped the gun on her, not asking what she thought, but as she considered it, having Holly be the flower girl would be harmless fun for her daughter. She would warn Heather not to hand out any more jobs later. She explained what a flower girl did. "Neat!" She ran from the kitchen into the living room. "I'm going to be the flower girl! You can be the flower boy.", she told her older brother. Lauren started laughing as she heard this. Predictably, her son's response was immediate. "What! There's no such thing as a flower boy! No way am I going to be a flower boy! Mommmmm!" He came barreling into the kitchen, his sister in hot pursuit. "Mom! I can't be a flower boy! No way!!! The wedding is off!" Lauren continued to laugh, even as her son stewed, then grabbed his hand before he could run out. Catching her breath, she sat down on a kitchen chair and said, "No, you're not going to be a flower boy. There is a similar sort of job called a ring bearer, who carries the wedding rings around. You could do that, I suppose." "Okay, as long as there's no flowers.", he said skeptically. "I promise, no flowers.", she said with a giggle. Then she looked at Jimmy critically and became serious. "Actually, I've been thinking that there's a better job for you. When I married your Daddy, my Daddy, your grandfather, walked me down the aisle and gave me away. That's a job for the man in my life who's most important to me. I'd like it if you would give me away." Behind him, the boy heard a pleased gasp from his grandmothers, but he concentrated on his mother. She seemed very serious and earnest. "Uh, okay, I can do that, I guess." He knew somewhat more about weddings than his sister, if only from television. "Are you sure I can do that? Is it legal?" "Yes, it's legal.", she said with a smile. "Come here, I need to give you another hug and a kiss." Before he could escape, Lauren grabbed her son and pulled him to her embracing him quickly. "I love you so much!" She let him go and stood up, holding his hand. "Come on, I'd better go tell your grandfather." She didn't think her father would complain at all; she knew he'd understand. The rest of the afternoon proved enjoyable, if somewhat predictable. The women of the family, Lauren, Shirley, Helen, Heather, and Holly, all stayed grouped around the kitchen, gossiping and planning. The males, Frank, Peter, Robby, and Jimmy, stayed in the living room, and talked about Peter's plans to add on to the house. Jimmy in particular found this quite fascinating. His mother dryly commented that this was due to the presence of a 'Y' chromosome. "How did Peter ask you, honey?", asked Shirley. Lauren giggled. "It was so funny. He took me out to dinner and asked me at the table. He even got down on one knee." "How romantic!", gushed Heather. "So what was so funny?", she asked. "He was so nervous that he dropped the jewelry box in his water glass, then held it out to me upside down!", laughed Lauren. The others joined in laughing as well. Lauren looked at her mother and mother-in-law. "So give, how did your husbands pop the question?" Helen answered first. Smiling, she said, "Well, not much different than yours just did. He asked me one night after dinner, over dessert, then took me home and asked my father. He was so scared at that!" She asked, "How did Gary ask you? I never heard that story?" Curious the other women looked at Lauren, who blushed vividly. "Well, one night when we were just sort of cuddling, he asked." "Cuddling?", gasped a disbelieving mother. "Cuddling!", asserted Lauren vigorously. In reality, she and Gary had just finished a heart-stopping bout of raging sex that had left them gasping and sweaty in each others arms, and he had asked her. Lauren had happily agreed, and initiated an even more enthusiastic second round. "We were cuddling!" "Hmmm.", replied Helen skeptically. She glanced at Shirley, and said, "And you and Frank?" "Oh my God, it tops any of your stories. It was so romantic..." Lauren gaped. "Daddy!? Romantic?!" "Now behave. Your father is a sweetheart." She was quiet for a second, then continued. "You know that your father and I dated in high school, and that he's a couple of years older than me? And that he was in the Army?" Lauren nodded in understanding. "Well, after he graduated from high school your Daddy enlisted in the Army. His parents weren't rich enough to send him to college - it was so different in those days, honey - and he ended up going to Viet Nam. I was terrified the entire time he was gone, even though he was constantly sending me letters saying he was nowhere near any shooting. I would practically throw up every morning, I was so scared." Helen Graham kept her mouth shut. Her parents could afford to send her brothers to college, with a student deferment to keep them safe. Shirley continued. "So anyway, we knew his time was getting short but didn't really know when he'd be coming home. I was graduating that summer, just waiting for him to come home. We'd been writing about how we were going to get married. So anyway, there I am at graduation, and we've all just marched down the aisle onto the bleachers behind the stage, and we're wearing those gowns and caps, when who shows up at the door to the school gymnasium but your father, still in uniform and carrying his duffel bag. I saw him and just jumped up off the stage and ran down the aisle and threw myself into his arms." Lauren put her hand over her mouth. "You didn't!" Her mother smiled and nodded her head. "I did! I ran right down the aisle in the middle of my graduation, shrieking, 'You're alive, you're alive!' My mother about near had a heart attack. Then, while we're standing there in the middle of the school gym during graduation, with everyone staring, he pulled a ring out of his pocket and slipped it on my finger! Right there in the middle of graduation!" Helen's eyes were misty as she remembered the moment. "Oh my God!", laughed Helen. "What did your parents say?" "My mother fainted. Daddy wanted to kill the both of us.", laughed Shirley. "I ran back up to the stage, with the principal laughing, shouting, 'I'm getting married! I'm getting married!' He started up right where he left off, never skipped a beat." She laughed. "I simply had to marry him after that." What she didn't tell the others was how after graduation, she skipped out on her own party to go to a motel with him, to make up for lost time. "What'd you do for a honeymoon?", asked Heather to Helen. "Oh, we went up to Niagara Falls.", admitted Helen sheepishly. "I know it sounds corny, but it was a lot of fun. We actually stayed on the Canadian side; it's got a much better view." "Oh, you actually saw the falls?", asked Lauren with an innocent look on her face. Helen blushed deeply and looked away. "What about you, Mom?", asked Lauren. "Well, it wasn't quite that fancy.", said Shirley. "We didn't really have that much money, so we simply went to the beach for a long weekend." "Get a tan?", asked Helen cattily. "Yes, we did!", replied Shirley, sticking her tongue out at her in-law. The others laughed at this. Shirley didn't say how much of a tan it was, because it was almost nonexistent. Most of the weekend had been spent indoors, on a king-size bed. "We actually did the big and fancy honeymoon a few years ago, for our twenty-fifth anniversary. Remember, dear?", she asked her husband, coming into the kitchen to grab a beer. He was followed by Peter. "When we took that cruise?" "Oh, yeah!", remarked Frank. He turned to Lauren and Peter. "Now that was one hell of a trip! You have got to see these boats to believe them! It's like traveling around in a floating Disney World! I mean, the rooms are the size of a postage stamp, but who cares? You stop at an island every day or so and go sightseeing, and then back to the boat. Everything is paid up front. It was pretty good." "You guys ought to consider that.", commented his wife. Helen nodded in agreement. "We did the same thing for our twenty-fifth, the Alaskan cruise. It was great!" Lauren looked at her fiancée and shrugged. "We can think about it.", she said. Lauren suffered from motion sickness, but maybe there was something she could take for it. Peter nodded happily and squeezed her hand. ------- Shirley Boscow knew what she wanted to do, and felt very wicked for wanting to do it. It was early evening at best, and what she wanted wasn't dinner, but dessert. She was sitting on the toilet relieving herself, and decided to take care of her problem directly. The impromptu party had lasted until late afternoon, at which time most everyone went to Mass. Helen Graham had gone home, and Robby had laid around the house and cleaned up, while the rest of the family went off to the 4:30 Saturday service at Our Lady of Redemption. Afterwards, Shirley and Frank had gone home, while Peter and Lauren took Heather and the children home. It was when Shirley had discussed her husband's proposal that she started getting the urge to make love with her husband. No, not just make love, screw him silly! It had gotten even worse when she was describing her honeymoon. Then, before Helen had left, she had made a quick phone call that had left her giggling like a schoolgirl. When Shirley had asked if it was a new boyfriend, Helen had giggled again, then admitted as much. When she had asked him if he wanted her to come over and he had said yes, she had said she would stop at her place first to pick up something for the night. Instead, he had told her to come over directly, since he was going to undress her and keep her naked until the next morning, so she wouldn't need anything. Helen had practically skipped out of the house. Now Shirley was horny beyond measure. She and Frank had always had a very active sex life, starting when she was barely fifteen. It was Frank's seventeenth birthday, and she had decided to make it extra special. She had lured him downstairs to her parent's finished basement one Saturday afternoon, when everyone thought they were at the town swimming pool, and started necking with him. She had not only let him go farther than he had hoped, she actively egged the teenaged boy on. When he had removed her bikini, she had whispered in his ear that she wanted him to make love to her, and Frank eagerly did, several times. It hadn't hurt even that first time, and she always orgasmed immensely every time since. Frank was the only man Shirley had ever been with, and she couldn't imagine sex with any other. As far as she was concerned, she had hit a home run on the first pitch, and she tried to keep it special with him. He was such a good husband and father, he deserved to be taken care of properly. Shirley was a good wife to her husband, thoughtful and attentive, and always ready to take care of any possible physical need he might have. That meant she offered him some form of sexual release almost every day, and more often if he seemed to want it. As far as Frank was concerned, a beautiful and horny wife was just about the best thing he could imagine coming home to at the end of the day. He tried to make it good for her, making sure she came at least once each time, and more often in most cases. He loved her now more than the day they had first met, and it had been love at first sight! Though he had never told his wife, he had been as inexperienced as she was when she had given him her cherry. He'd kissed and necked with a few girls before that, but never gone all the way. He stayed true to her, as well, even when he went off to Viet Nam. He knew Shirley thought he had been very experienced, and was convinced he had gotten some form of 'relief' while overseas, but that was the army after all, in war, and they hadn't even been engaged. In reality, that had been the most terrifying time of his life. Even driving a truck around Da Nang had been dangerous enough, what with Charlie running loose and killing people left and right. Even the bar girls had been part of the VC, and half of them were rotten with the clap. Some of his buddies got infections that were never cured; like every other soldier, he knew a friend in another company with a buddy who had a pal who had gotten the clap so bad, it was incurable and his prick had fallen right off! It was easier and safer to stay as drunk as possible and jerk off when needed. He had no idea how the guys who actually were at the front managed to stay sane and survive. He had been a young and patriotic teen at the time. It had taken only a few days of boot camp to realize that joining up was the single one dumbest thing he had ever done in his life! Viet Nam simply reinforced this view. Now, at home in her bathroom, aroused and horny, Shirley Boscow reached between her legs and began touching herself. She had first starting playing with her pussy when Frank went off to Viet Nam. Before then she had never needed to, he had always been eager and willing to fingerfuck her while petting. It was only after he had gone off to basic training that she realized how much she needed his touch, and that she would have to handle the problem herself. She enjoyed masturbation, and continued even after he came back from the war. She had admitted to him one night, when he was teasing her about being alone for so long, that she had learned to get herself off. This had excited him so much, that when he demanded she show him how she did it, he came while watching, without even touching himself! Leaning back against the toilet seat, Shirley spread her legs and moved her fingers between her legs. She gently caressed her pussylips, then quickly brought both index fingers to the top of her cleft and began rolling her clit softly between her fingertips. She smiled as she closed her eyes, remembering a particularly intense lovemaking session she and Frank had engaged in a few years ago while on their twenty-fifth anniversary cruise. First Frank had made her play with herself and come for him, then kneel and suck him off. Afterwards, they had showered together and screwed in the shower before going down to a formal dinner. Even that hadn't been enough for her husband. After dressing in an evening dress, stockings and high heels, Frank had bent her over the bed, pulled her dress up, and fucked her doggy style standing up. She had gone to dinner with his come running down her thighs under the dress. Shirley gasped happily as she came, slowly opening her eyes and smiling to herself with the orgasm. Standing, she flushed the toilet and looked in the mirror. It simply wasn't sufficient; she needed the real thing, a thick and hard cock up her cunt. Stripping naked, she tossed her clothing in the bathroom hamper and stepped into the walk-in closet. She thought for a second before pulling out a calf-length sundress, which she slipped on, along with a pair of high-heeled summer sandals. Just wearing the dress and sandals, and nothing underneath, she went downstairs to find Frank sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. She approached her husband, who looked up and noticed she had changed. He looked at her curiously. "I decided to change.", she said. "I thought you liked this dress." Frank set the newspaper aside. "Oh, I do. Just surprised, I guess." The dress had a low U-shaped neck, with buttons to the waist, and narrow shoulder straps that left her arms bare, and was somewhat thin and airy. "It just seems a little lightweight, I mean, it's winter..." Shirley came around in front of him and sat down in his lap. "Well, I suppose I could go put on a heavy sweater and flannel pants..." Frank smiled as he wrapped his arms around her and caressed her through the thin fabric. "No, that's all right." As he moved his fingers across her body, he failed to detect any undergarments. Giggling, Shirley admitted, "That's right, something's missing." "Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but what brought this on?" Frank knew what his wife wanted, and began running one hand along her back, while the other moved down and began caressing her thigh through the dress. "Well, remember when we were talking about our cruise vacation? I got to thinking about how I packed for the cruise. Do you remember? You wouldn't let me pack a single pair of panties or a bra for the entire week? And I had to only wear skirts or dresses?" "Aha! And you decided to get tropical for the evening?" The sundress had a bright flowered pattern. He reached up and popped a button open at the U-neck. "So that's what got into you." He popped another button and smiled as more of his wife's delicious cleavage came into view. Shirley grinned as she shifted on his lap. She reached between them and fondled his stiff cock through his trousers. She began undoing his belt and pants, and said, "No, it's what hasn't got into me!" As soon as she freed his cock, she began stroking the thick and stiff organ. Frank responded by undoing the rest of the buttons on her dress, spilling her tits into view, then slipping his hand under the skirt and between her thighs. Shirley moaned as she sagged against him, and her eyes fluttered closed as she twisted her head around to capture his lips with hers. Frank's fingers flicked across his wife's clit, eliciting a happy moan from her, and he lowered his face to her tits. Shirley's breasts had always been on the large size even when they were young, and after three children they certainly hadn't shrunk. Still surprisingly firm, they sported large and erect nipples that were very sensitive to the touch. Hefting them with the hand not moving between her legs, Frank began to lick and nibble contentedly. Shirley gasped at her husband's touch. She grabbed his thick cock firmly, stroking it where it stood between them, even as she pulled his face against her tits. She was shaking and shivering as she orgasmed from how he was fingerfucking her. Finally, unable to stand it, she stopped him and climbed off his lap. She quickly tugged his pants off, then straddled him on their couch. Spreading her pussy lips with one hand, she used the other to guide his stiff prick up into her greasy snatch as she lowered herself onto him. "Oh, God!", she moaned. "You really are worked up tonight, aren't you?", laughed Frank. He pulled her top down and off her arms, as Shirley bounced on the cock trapped inside. He slipped his hands under her skirt, caressing her bare bottom, guiding her frenzied motions, speeding or slowing his wife's activity as it pleased him. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!", she panted. Shirley's eyes were half closed as she moved on him. "Fuck me, fuck me!" It was too much for Frank. Groaning happily, he pulled Shirley down onto his cock firmly, even as she felt it pulse and spasm, spewing a load of come up into her drenched pussy. She sagged against him, her pussy twitching as she felt his cock unload into her. "Oh, God, Frank..." Frank softly stroked his wife's back. "Jesus!", he whispered. Shirley sat on his slowly softening cock for another couple of minutes before climbing off. They both laughed as they stood and rearranged their clothing, though Shirley only did up a few buttons on the bodice of her dress. "For some reason, I'm awfully hungry!", she said with a laugh. "Now that you mention it, so am I.", Frank agreed, smiling. "Burgers?" Frank nodded and followed her to the kitchen. He washed his hands and began setting the table as she pulled a skillet out and rummaged through the refrigerator for the makings of hamburgers. "Beer?", she asked. "Sure." "I think I'll have one, too." Frank was surprised but only a little. Shirley wasn't much of a beer drinker, but she did have one occasionally. They sipped at their beers as she cooked, then finished them over dinner. Much to his surprise, Shirley offered Frank a second beer, and pulled a bottle from the refrigerator herself. "I think I'm going to take a bubble bath.", she announced. "Really?!" "Um, hmm. Want to watch? Maybe it's time to shave you?" "Uh, maybe in a bit.", he answered. Shirley simply giggled and took her beer bottle and went up the stairs. Frank shook his head and muttered to himself, "Christ, I've created a monster." When the Boscows had saved up enough money to make the down payment on a home, the largest house they could buy was a small Cape Cod fixer-upper. Frank had been very handy at the needed repairs, but Shirley had spent a number of years having babies and raising them. She hadn't gone back to work until the youngest, Christy, was in school, so they had never had the money to buy anything larger. The second story of the Cape Cod had been split into four small bedrooms, all sharing a single plain bath. Only after all three girls had left the house, with Shirley still working, had they had enough money to do anything. Rather than sell the house, they had completely gutted and remodeled the upstairs. It now had a small second bedroom and bath, and a grand master bedroom and bath, complete to a whirlpool Roman tub and separate two-person shower stall. Shirley fell in love with the tub, especially after Frank, despairing of any bright ideas for a birthday, had bought her a bath set one year, a bath set which included some bubble bath lotion. Laughing, Shirley had taken a bubble bath, then joined her husband downstairs afterwards, dressed in a silky peignoir, and made love to him on the living room carpet. A bubble bath had come to mean a number of very sensual things to Shirley. Not only would she take a bath, she would also lounge in the tub drinking wine. She would take her razor and shave her legs and underarms, and more importantly, her pussy. She would almost always masturbate once or twice, sometimes to full crashing orgasm, and sometimes simply as a warmup for later. Upstairs, Shirley sipped at her beer, then set it on the vanity. Stripping her dress and shoes off, she turned the faucet on in the bathtub, hot, before pouring in a healthy dose of the scented bubble bath lotion. 'Spring Lilac' it was called, and she supposed it did smell like lilacs, though it sure wasn't the season. She puttered around the bathroom while the tub filled, finding her razor and shaving gel. She had been shaving her pussy ever since her first bikini as a teenager, and she loved the way Frank responded to it. She shaved every few days, before it had a chance to become stubbly, and she was due for a touchup. Most of the time it was simply a quicky swipe with the razor in the shower, but tonight would be a little more special. Once the tub was sufficiently filled, Shirley climbed into the hot water and leaned back, luxuriating in the relaxing warmth. She took another swig from the beer bottle, then turned on the whirlpool jets, laughing as she always did at the initial swirl and pulse of the water. She lazed briefly before sitting upright. Setting her beer bottle aside, she grabbed her bath gel and razor and set to work. A half hour later, she heard Frank fumbling around in the bedroom. Before he could leave, she called out, "Frank, I need another beer!" He stuck his head in the door, to see his wife draining the beer bottle, up to her neck in suds, one leg languorously laying on the side of the tub. "You say something?" She waved the empty bottle at him, and said, "I'm still thirsty." Frank snorted and went back downstairs, returning with two open bottles of beer. He handed one to Shirley. "Where'd the empty go?" Shirley smiled coyly. "Come over here and find out for yourself." Frank's eyebrows went up, and he came closer, kneeling at the side of the whirlpool tub. Still drinking from the beer bottle in his right hand, he slipped his left hand into the tub and began searching. Shirley gave a pleasant moan as he caressed her full tits, then gasped as his hand slipped lower, between her outstretched legs. He found the empty bottle lodged between her legs, the neck of the bottle inserted into her pussy. Grasping the base of the bottle, he slowly pushed it in and out briefly, using his fingertips to caress her smooth pussy lips as he did so. Shirley's eyes were half-closed in her pleasure. After Frank pulled his hand away, she opened them and said, "Come on, I think you need a trim, too. Take your pants off." Frank wasn't entirely enthused about having his manhood shaved, though he could understand why his wife enjoyed it. She had told him years before how she hated getting hair caught in her teeth. On occasion he allowed her to shave his cockshaft, though he drew the line at her shaving his balls. That simply looked damn queer on a man, like he was gay or a porn star or an Italian bicycle racer or something. Mentally shrugging to himself and silently acquiescing, he stood up and pulled his pullover off, then undid his belt and dropped his trousers. Stripping off his underwear, he kicked everything unceremoniously in the direction of the hamper and stood at the side of the bathtub, naked, his stiff prick pointing towards his wife. Shirley smiled happily at the sight of her husband's erection. She pulled the empty beer bottle out of her cunt and crawled out of the tub, sitting on the wide padded side of the platform. Grabbing the shave gel, she squirted some on her fingers and then stroked his cockshaft, working the gel into a thin lather. Frank almost groaned at the pleasure. A few fast but careful swipes with the razor had his cockshaft smooth and hairless. Shirley grabbed a clean washcloth and soaked it under the tub faucet, then washed his cock clean. "I think I need to do a quality control check." She leaned forward and opened her mouth, taking his stiff prick between her lips. Frank moaned happily as his wife sucked him off. Watching her shave him had been fairly exciting, seeing her lounging naked in the tub with a dildo up her cunt had been very exciting. He needed to come in the worst way. Within moments of Shirley starting to suck his cock, Frank was thrusting his hips back and forth, fucking his wife's face as his hands gently held her head in place. "Oh yeah... that's it, that's it... just like that... don't stop, don't stop...", he breathed hoarsely as she took him closer and closer to the edge. "More, more... oh God!... Oh God!" Shirley dove her face forward, taking his erupting cock almost into her throat. She had always enjoyed the taste of Frank's jism, the salty sweetness was delicious to her. She sucked and swallowed as he spurted onto her tongue, gasping as she got him off. Frank was on wobbly knees by the time she let his limp prick escape to dangle between his legs. "I think you liked that.", she quipped. Frank uncrossed his eyes and got his breathing back to normal. "I guess!" He picked up his half-finished beer and drained it. He stepped backwards to the closet as Shirley slipped back into the tub. Grabbing his bathrobe, he pulled it on, along with his trousers from before. He looked at her curiously. "I'll be down in a bit.", she commented. After Frank left, Shirley positioned herself quickly in the tub, spreading her legs obscenely and laying back so that her face was barely out of the water. She twisted slightly and pushed her pussy directly in line with one of the powerful jets of water. The pulsing quickly took her over the edge. As her fingers spread her pussy lips, the throbbing water had her gasping in orgasm as she rode a powerful come. She rode it through two good comes before sitting upright. She climbed out, turning off the whirlpool and draining the tub, then quickly took a shower to rinse off the soap and bath salts. A fast hair wash and dry with the dryer and a brush followed. Shirley stepped into the walk-in closet, rummaging briefly through the lingerie at the end of the rack. She quickly found what she was looking for and slipped it on. It was an extremely short and transparent black robe, with a single tie holding it together at the waist. Her tits were completely visible through the thin fabric, and it barely covered her pussy and asscheeks. She slipped on a pair of ankle-strapped black stiletto heels, and strapped them on as well. Grabbing the empty beer bottles, she walked out the door and down the stairs. In the foyer she raised the temperature on the thermostat, then put the empties in the kitchen. "You going to be warm enough in that?", asked Frank with a smile. He was back on the couch reading the newspaper. "I turned up the thermostat.", she replied. "You might just have to do something to warm me up." He snorted and laughed. "Babe, I'd be happy to, but I'm a little beat right now. I'm not seventeen anymore, you know." Shirley held up a little blue diamond-shaped pill she had hidden in her hand. She had gotten Frank to get a prescription once to see what it was like. The results were enjoyable, if predictable in their timing, and normally he didn't need to use them. Every once in a while, when they got extra horny and wanted an encore performance, the Viagra proved useful. Tonight would be just such a night. Shirley spread a comforter on the floor in front of the television and sat down, pulling the cable guide and remote with her. Looking through the guide, she turned on the television and switched it to one of the premium channels. Saturday night, late, there was almost always a hard-R rated movie. Tonight was no different. An erotic thriller was just starting. Patting the comforter next to her, she invited Frank to join her, and when he slid off the couch and lay down beside her, she handed him the pill, which he swallowed dry. Shirley arranged several pillows around and under their heads, then lay down with him. Frank stretched out and put one arm behind his head. Shirley curled up at his side and he used his other arm to wrap around her back, pulling her against him. As the movie began, Shirley gently reached up and undid the terry cloth belt holding his robe together, spreading it so she could begin to trace her fingers through his graying chest hair. The movie's plot proved as thin as the nightie Shirley was wearing, but neither Frank nor Shirley complained. A series of gruesome serial killings in Los Angeles were tied together by the fact that all three male victims had used the services of an expensive call girl ring. Rather than simply bust the ring and sort the mess out easily, it was decided to infiltrate the ring with a female detective. The callgirls, invariably blonde and busty, spent most of the time topless and sometimes bottomless. Even the detective, a slim and leggy brunette, was naked most of the time, though her only customer seemed to be her detective boyfriend, who spent most of his on-duty time screwing her to help her maintain her cover. By a third of the way through the movie, Shirley had unzipped Frank's trousers and slipped her hand inside. After his blowjob in the bathroom upstairs Frank had left off his briefs, so he was going commando. His wife fondled his still limp prick lovingly, helping it to return to life. After it began showing signs of slowly stiffening, she twisted around on the floor and pulled his pants off completely. Frank smiled as he spread his legs apart comfortably, and Shirley knelt at his side and lowered her face to his semi-flaccid dick. His wife ignored the movie, though Frank was enjoying it, and she began to suck his cock back to life. Murmuring pleasantly, Frank began to caress his wife's back and ass, and she shifted around to allow him to slip his fingers into the crack of her ass and below, to slip between her thighs and touch her clit. As soon as Frank's cock was stiff enough, Shirley sat up and moved to straddle his waist, but Frank had other ideas. He wordlessly pushed her so that she was straddling him facing his feet, and as she sank down onto his cock, he began to run his fingers up and down her ass, gently touching and teasing her asshole. Shirley gasped and shivered, moaning as she orgasmed, and Frank could feel her pussy juice running down his cockshaft to soak his ball hair. He slipped first one thumb, then the other into her asshole, spreading it wide and driving Shirley wild with the pleasure. "Is that what you want, Frank?", she asked in a voice barely above a whisper. "Do you want to fuck my asshole, honey?" Frank spread her cheeks and asshole wide, shoving both thumbs inside as far as he could. "It's what you want, isn't it?" "Uh, huh..." Shirley moved to climb off and assume the normal doggy style position, but Frank kept her in place. "Sit up and spread your cheeks apart.", he commanded. He guided her movement up and off his cock, then pulled her back down while holding her asshole spread open and aiming his dick at the small brown pucker. Pulling her down slowly into position, he almost came with the unbearable tightness her ass was providing. He caressed her calves and ankles above the stiletto heels, and used his hands to guide her bouncing ass. "Oh God, oh God!", she whimpered, as she moved on Frank's dick. Her husband had a long but slim prick and they had tried anal sex for the first time shortly after they were married, when they saw it in a porn flick. Both had enjoyed it, and they occasionally ass fucked ever since. "Oh Frank!..." "You like this, don't you?", he taunted his wife. "It's so nasty and wrong, but you like it, don't you?" "Oh please, just fuck my ass.", she begged. "Fuck my ass!" "I am really close, baby. I am going to come in your ass! You want to feel my come running down out of your asshole and down your thighs, don't you?" Shirley barely had time to moan out an agreement when she felt her husband stiffen. His back arching, he pulled down on her hips, burying his spasming cock in her butt. She orgasmed immensely as she felt the spurts of jism pulsing into her bowels. "Take it, take it!", he cried out. "Jesus!", he gasped weakly as they finally separated. Frank's cock limply pulled out of her obscenely gaping asshole, followed as he knew it would, by a thin trickle of brownish come. Shirley had a happy if glazed look to her. "I think you liked that." "Yeah!" Frank slowly scrambled to his feet, and reached down to pull his wife upright. Looking down, he saw traces of shit on the end of his soft prick. Peeling off his robe and standing in the living room naked, he commented, "I need a quick shower." Shirley snorted and sent him off up to their bathroom, then bent down to clean up the living room. She turned off the television, picked up the comforter and pillows, and turned off the lights before going upstairs herself. Surprisingly, she found her husband already out of the shower and drying off his hair. "I told you it was going to be quick.", he said. Shirley went into the bathroom and washed up herself, then brushed her teeth and went back into the bedroom. Frank had pulled on a pair of clean briefs and an undershirt and had crawled into his side of the bed. She simply sat down on her side, undid her high heels and kicked them to the side, then crawled in next to Frank still in her shorty robe. She curled up next to him. "Frank, you know, when we were talking earlier, about the cruise? Well, I know we can't afford another cruise, but maybe sometime this spring we could take a long weekend, you know, somewhere I could pack clothing like I did during the cruise?" "Fine by me. Just give me a few weeks warning so I can take the time off." She happily snuggled against him in the darkness. "Okay. By the way, don't be surprised if I wake you up really special in the morning!" "My pleasure.", he answered wryly. ------- Chapter 28: Graphic And Disgusting "I know I've said it before, but this feels really weird.", commented Heather. She and Lauren were cleaning her house, Heather's house. "Like I've said before, it's something we have to do.", replied her older friend. Ever since Heather had moved in permanently with the Grahams, the Mackenzie house had been up for sale. For the first several weeks she and Lauren had raided the house for appliances and Heather's belongings, picking and choosing items to move across to Heather's new home. The lawyers and Peter's real estate company had already listed the home, though neither thought it would sell until spring had arrived. In the meantime, Heather and Lauren had to go over once a week to clean and dust and look out for any maintenance problems. Already they had had Peter's company send over a maintenance crew to do some interior painting. The first few weeks had been the hardest on the teen. Lauren and Peter had bagged up almost all of her parent's clothing and run them off to the Salvation Army thrift store, then had thought long and hard about what remained. They talked it over with Heather and decided what would end up in storage, what she would take, and what would be left over. This was the majority, and it was decided that as soon as the weather improved, they would run a combined garage sale between the two homes, for as many weekends as it took to clean things out. Lauren would need to rid herself of junk as well before they could start construction and remodeling in the spring. As was their usual practice, Lauren and Heather had started on the second floor, dusting and vacuuming the bedrooms before heading downstairs. They were in her parent's old bedroom when she had mentioned the strangeness of it all. "We should have drafted Robby to help.", commented Lauren. "Or would he have wanted to help you only in the bedrooms?", she teased. Heather blushed redly, which Lauren noticed. Laughing, she asked, "Or have you two already done that?" "He wanted to, but it felt so weird. We went back to your house, the basement." Lauren laughed at this, and Heather continued, "Actually, I wanted to ask you something." Lauren lifted an eyebrow curiously, and the girl said, "Next month, Robby's cousin is going out of town for the weekend and asked Robby to housesit for him." "And you want to help?" "Uh, that was sort of the idea." Heather blushed but nodded. "Is this the same cousin who loaned you his house for the first time you and Robby..." "Yes!" Lauren thought about it for a second, then shrugged her shoulders. She set her dust rag down and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I don't see why not. Make sure you give me all the dates. Planning on another special weekend?" Heather happily nodded her head. "I, we, well we just want some time by ourselves. You know, where we don't have to hurry and run home or whatever." "What do Robby's parents think about this?" Heather sheepishly admitted that she didn't think he had told them the specifics. 'Well, unless they're complete idiots, they must suspect something.", commented Lauren dryly. "You were planning on making this a special weekend?" "Well, maybe. I guess I wasn't planning on really packing the suitcase to overflowing, if you know what I mean." Lauren laughed brightly and patted Heather's hand. Standing, she grabbed the vacuum and said, "Gee, I can remember weekends like that." "What was all that stuff you were doing the other night?", asked the teen. She had seen Lauren puttering around the kitchen table with a lot of papers and files. It took Lauren a second to understand, and then she answered, "Oh, that's my own version of hell on earth." At Heather's confused look, she continued. "It's my lawyers, the ones for the pre-nup, they needed to see all sorts of stuff before they can prepare things." "Like what?" "Like my will, my insurance policies, pensions, 401-Ks, IRAs, stocks, bonds, bank accounts, assets, liabilities, car loans, credit cards - God the list is endless!" "You have that stuff?", asked the teen. "Stocks and stuff?" Lauren shrugged. "I wish! Actually I do have some stuff, but not everything. My biggest asset is the house, which we need to have appraised. I mean, I know I have to do it, but it's a real pain in the tail!" "Wow!" The pair moved down the hallway and down to the foyer of the house. Heather looked at Lauren and asked, tentatively, "Uh, can I ask you something?" "Sure, what?" Heather set her dustrag aside and said, "Remember that time when we were looking in that one book and it talked about, well, sex and... you know, the butt?" Lauren's eyes widened at that. "I mean, you've done that, right?" "My, my, my! Curious, are we?" Heather's face was as red as the flannel shirt she was wearing, but she soldiered on. "Yes." "What got you on this kick? Tried anything yet?", asked Lauren. "Well, sort of. I mean, we were fooling around one night, and we just sort of touched each other there, and it made it really good, you know. I was wondering what it would be like, you know, to, well, you know..." "What, get fucked in the ass? You'd better get over any modesty about this sort of thing if we are going to talk about it.", remarked Lauren. "Okay, tell me about getting fucked in the ass.", responded Heather, looking Lauren in the eye. Lauren smiled and thought a second before answering. "Okay, well, like you said, I enjoy it now and then. Not all women do. Some can't stand it." She shrugged her shoulders. "I suspect part of that is that a lot of people think it's wrong or dirty, but it isn't. Others are simply afraid it will hurt, which it can. Doesn't make much sense, does it?" "No." "Well, the most important thing to remember about anal sex, honey, is that your asshole was originally designed for something quite a bit different, hmmm? You need to be very careful about this. Still want me to continue?" "Please.", asked Heather. "Okay. First, always remember - lubrication, lubrication, lubrication! Unlike your pussy, your asshole doesn't provide any lubrication. You need to lube up anything before you put it in there, cock, fingers, dildo, whatever. Vaseline is a good standby, but I prefer KY or Astroglide. You are going to have to experiment and buy some at the drug store." Heather looked shocked at this, but Lauren ignored this. "Next, take it slow. Work your way up to it. Start with your fingers, then use a small dildo or vibrator, then a larger one. Is Robby larger than your vibrator that I gave you?" Heather's eyes widened at this, but she answered, "Well, yeah!" Of course he was, thought the teen. He was the same size as the guys in all the porn films she had watched, and they were all the size of her vibrator, or larger! Lauren knew Robby was well above average in size, though she didn't think Heather really understood that. "Than I really hope you listen to this. Don't even try it until you can take your vibrator up your butt comfortably! If it hurts when Robby tries it, you'll hate it and never want to try it again." "Uh, do you have a small one?" "Wow, is that a personal question! Can you borrow my small anal vibrator?!" Lauren laughed. "No! Get your own!" Then she thought about it for a second, and continued, "Actually, I don't think you can. They keep that stuff away from minors. I know a place where I can buy you one." Heather's eyes widened at the thought of a store where you could buy sex stuff. "Here?! In town?!" "Sure thing baby, Sex World, over on Commercial Drive. I might as well buy you a tube of KY while I'm at it. I ought to try and sneak you in some time. It'd be a real eye opener!" Heather looked stumped and silent at the thought, and Lauren plowed on. She caught the girl's attention and said, "Now listen, this is pretty important also. Cleanliness really is next to godliness when it comes to anal sex." "Huh?" "Okay, it's time to get really graphic and disgusting." She waited while the wide-eyed teen nodded agreement and understanding. "You have to realize that if you put something up your butt, it is going to end up with shit on it, right?" "I guess I never thought about it, but I guess so." "No guessing involved. It will. Now this isn't necessarily a big deal, but you simply have to always remember it. If you play with shit, you can get sick. That's why we don't play with shit. You learned that in Health class, right, things like cholera and typhus and stuff." "Oh my God..." Lauren waved her hands and calmed down Heather. "No, no, no, it's not that bad. You just have to remember to keep things clean. Wash ahead of time, both of you. Wash after, both of you. I like an enema, but it's not a requirement. Be very careful about what exact body parts you are kissing, both before and afterwards." The girl blanched at this but didn't look away. "You make it sound so appealing.", commented Heather. Lauren laughed hysterically at this. Once she calmed down, she threw an arm around Heather's shoulder and hugged her. "If you can't laugh about sex, what can you laugh about!? Listen, I just want you to know some of the technical details. It's got to be better than the first time I tried it." "Which was... ?" "Wow, this really is going to get personal isn't it?" "Okay, it's time to get really graphic and disgusting.", quoted the teen with a laugh. Lauren stuck her tongue out at her young friend, then said, "Well, you wanted it, you got it. It was my second boyfriend, back when we were in high school. We'd been going out for a few months, I mean going all the way, anyway, and we were over at his house, down in the family room, which is where we used to get it on. Anyway, it was a Saturday afternoon, and it was just the two of us, and we were naked and snuggled up on the floor. We'd already gotten it on once and were kind of laying spoon fashion, and I felt him starting to get stiff again." Heather nodded her understanding, and Lauren kept going. "Right, so there we are, him behind me getting stiff and both of us horny as hell, and he sticks it in from behind, while we're still lying on our sides." Heather nodded again and motioned for Lauren to continue. "So, we're going at it pretty hot and heavy, and we roll over, so that I'm laying face down and he's behind me, sort of doggy style, you know? It was then that he said he wanted to do me in the ass, that he'd seen it in a book or movie or something, and he wanted us to try it." "Well, I was pretty innocent in those days. I'd never heard of anything like that! I mean, it was one thing to screw and give a blowjob or two, but that?! No way! But he kept insisting, and he was on top, and the next thing I knew, he had pulled out, drooled some spit on his dick, and was trying to force it up my butt!" "Gross!", cringed the girl. "Very!", agreed Lauren. "Well, it was about the worst thing I could imagine, and it hurt like hell! I screamed bloody murder and scared him enough that he pulled out, and I went running off to the bathroom. He had shit and blood on his dick and I had blood in the toilet..." "You mean I'll end up bleeding?!", cried Heather. "Uh, maybe, if you don't listen to my words of wisdom. Remember, lubrication and cleanliness and preparation!" "That sounds awful! What did you do to your boyfriend?", asked Heather. "Well, he didn't get any from me for a while, let me tell you! Seriously, it scared him as much as it scared me, and he never asked me again." "Why would you want to ever try again?", asked Heather. "That sounds horrible!" "It was different the next time I tried, with Gary, when we were married.", admitted Lauren. "We used lubrication and I was half drunk and very relaxed and happy, and it felt wonderful! It made me feel so full! It is really outrageous when I've got a cock in my ass and a vibrator in my pussy. That is simply incredible!" "Wow!" Heather seemed stunned by the information overload. Lauren waved off the teen's look of surprise. "Listen, I'll get you a small anal dildo and some KY this week, and you can start practicing on your own. If you like it, keep going and try it." ------- Chapter 29: Dinner And Dessert Peter pulled his new Jeep Grand Cherokee up to the curb outside Lauren's house just as the door to the house opened. Just weeks ago, he had taken her over to the Jeep dealership to pick out his new company car. He told her that once they were married, she would be allowed to drive it; right now, the insurance wouldn't cover her properly, since they weren't married. She picked out a nice metallic blue model. Peter soon enough had his doubts about the wisdom of this. The next day, Lauren had snuck over to the dealership and given a list of radio stations to the salesman to program into Peter's radio. He normally listened exclusively to country and western music, while Lauren preferred pop and light rock. When he pulled up to her house that night, he asked, "What, you had to set everything to the Celine Dion network?" Lauren had laughed uproariously at that. Obviously in a harried and exasperated mood, Lauren was attempting to hurry her two children out the door to the minivan, all three of them with arms loaded with sleeping bags and overnight bags. "What in the world is going on?", he asked curiously as he hurried over. He grabbed a sleeping bag out of Lauren's arms before it had a chance to tumble into the slush in the driveway. Both Jimmy and Holly started talking at the same time. Lauren looked as if she was about to explode, and cried out, "Quiet!" She yanked the sliding door to her van open and threw what remained in her arms inside, then helped Holly climb in. Peter handed his fiancé the sleeping bag he had rescued, and she looked at him. "Thank you! Give me a minute and I'll explain." She stuffed Jimmy inside and slid the door shut. "Listen, we are running so late it's ridiculous, but I'll be back. Make yourself at home. I'll be back in half an hour, maybe forty minutes." She ran around to climb in the driver's side door. "Wait! What about dinner?", he asked. "Whatever! Leftovers? Whatever you can find in the kitchen... listen, got to go! The kids are going away for the night." She scrambled into the van and took off out of the driveway. Peter stared after them as they sped down the road, trying to imagine what was going on. It was early March, almost six weeks since he had proposed marriage to Lauren, and they had been planning a weekend at Lauren's house with the kids. Now it looked as if it was just going to be them, and wheels started turning in his head. He climbed back into the Jeep and headed down to the grocery store. It seemed to be a good night for a pleasantly romantic dinner, so he quickly moved through the aisles, picking up some shrimp and noodles and minced garlic, along with a pre-baked loaf of garlic bread that only needed to be heated up before serving. Shrimp scampi sounded like an excellent idea! Peter let himself into the house with the key Lauren had given him after their engagement. Goldy immediately ran up to him and gave him a friendly 'Woof!' in greeting. "Hi girl, good girl.", he said, bending down to scratch her behind the ears. As soon as he had the groceries in the kitchen, she started pawing at the back door, so he let her out and tied her collar to the chain at the back of the house. It was way too cold to stand outside watching her do her business. Just after stepping back inside, Lauren came running through the door. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...", she called out as she scurried in. She looked around wildly for Peter, and when she found him, she ran over and threw herself into his arms. "I know I'm running late, but I can explain." "Will you calm down.", he said with a laugh. He rubbed his hands over her back and kissed her slowly. Pulling his lips back, he smiled and said, "Now what is going on tonight?" A whining sound and more pawing at the door announced that Goldy was finished, so Peter let Lauren go and let the dog back into the house. After bounding into the kitchen, she ran up to Lauren for a quick head rub, then romped away. Lauren leaned back and threw her hands in the air. "Well, just before you came in, Holly announced that tonight was the night of Jessica Taylor's birthday party and sleepover and she hadn't told me and we had to pack and go buy a present at Wal-Mart... What a nightmare! So anyway, I got the idea, if she's gone, get rid of the other, and I arranged a camping trip for Jimmy." "Camping? In this weather? It's freezing out there!", Peter said, a horrified expression on his face. "Oh, don't worry, Jimmy and Bucky are going to be camping in the basement. I'm not that crazy. Not yet anyway." "So that's two of them. Where's Heather?" Lauren smiled. "She's staying with a friend tonight." "Oh?" Lauren smiled slyly. "Be a good boy and I might tell you about it." "Hmmm, sounds interesting." "What's for dinner? I'm sorry, honey, but I didn't have time to shop or anything. Leftovers? Did you want to order in?", she asked. Peter turned his love around and pushed her out of the kitchen. "Leave dinner to me." "What?", she stammered out. "Why don't you go upstairs and change or something. I'll take care of dinner." She tried to peek over his shoulder but he blocked her view. "Uh... okay... uh, how long is this going to take?" Peter looked at her curiously and she continued, "Well, would I have time to take a shower?" Peter glanced at his watch. "Here's the deal. Take as much time as you want. Shower, take a bath, whatever you want to do, just don't come down here before..." He glanced at the watch again. "... seven on the dot." "What are you planning?", she asked suspiciously. "Who me? Can't I make a nice dinner for my gal?" "You're up to something.", she said, waving a finger in his face. "Just how fancy should I get dressed?" "Well, let's just say that you're going to be dessert." Lauren grinned at that. "I like this meal already!" She turned and went up the stairs to her bedroom, followed by the golden retriever. Goldy only stayed a moment, though, before wandering off to her usual resting place, Jimmy's closet. There were elements of Lauren's shower and dressing that went rapidly and some that went slowly. Closing the bedroom door, she quickly stripped off her work clothes and turned on the shower. The shower took almost no time, and little more was wasted on shaving her legs, arms, and pussy. Considerably more time was spent douching and giving herself an enema. Finally, with time running out, she found herself standing naked in front of her closet. What to wear? Underwear would only get in the way... short or long... dressy or casual? Lauren could barely make up her mind. She was tempted to simply slip on some stockings and heels, but Peter was up to something downstairs, and she wanted to meet his expectations. Her eye caught a lacy black peignoir set and she pulled it out. Perfect! She pulled a pair of sheer black thigh high stockings out of her drawer and picked her black stilettos out of the closet. Dressed, she left her room and went down the hall, stopping to glance in at Goldy drowsing in her son's room, and closed the door on the pet. Tonight she didn't need interruptions. Downstairs, Peter pulled the bags out from under the kitchen table and opened them on the counter. It wouldn't take long to cook, but he would have to hurry if he wanted it to look right. He set water to boiling on the stove and quickly set the dining room table. He lit a fire in the fireplace, then ran back to the kitchen. Olive oil, peeled shrimp, white wine, minced clams, oregano, butter, marinara sauce - all went into the skillet in the correct order. He quickly read the instructions on the loaf of garlic bread and put that in the oven to heat, then set up the carving board and bread knife. Some bowls for the noodles and the scampi, another to hold the garlic bread. Finally, while the bread was in its final minutes and the noodles were draining, he ran around the living and dining rooms, turning off the lights. In their place, he lit a number of votive candles that he had picked up at the store, set tidily, if not elegantly, on saucers. He was carving the garlic bread, when he heard Lauren coming down the stairs. "Peter, that smells absolutely heavenly! If I wasn't already engaged, I'd marry you!" "Stay right where you are.", he requested. "Don't move. Let me just finish up in here." He poured the noodles out of their colander into a serving bowl, and poured the scampi into another, then moved them through the side door from the kitchen to the dining room. The garlic bread followed, along with, much to Lauren's surprise, a bottle of wine out of the freezer. Finally he dimmed the kitchen lights and came over to where she waited in the foyer. When she asked him about the wine, he explained that he had found the bottle of Chianti in the closet, and put it in the freezer for a quick chill. A second was outside the back door, cooling in the freezing temperatures of the late winter night. "I'm so glad you could join us for dinner, Madame. Follow me, please." Lauren giggled as Peter led her through the candlelit living room to the entrance of the dining room. "Allow me to take your jacket.", he said. Lauren's eyes opened wide at this, but she didn't complain. She undid the tie holding the long and black satin robe together, and allowed him to peel it off her arms. He tossed it aside and smiled at what was underneath. The gown that the robe had been covering was a beautiful black sheath, almost totally backless, held up by a pair of spaghetti straps that crossed over her shoulders and behind her back, leaving her arms and shoulders bare, and sweeping slimly down to her ankles. It was completely transparent. "Such a lovely outfit. You should wear it more often.", he commented. Lauren laughed. "Maybe to this restaurant, but not to very many others, I don't think." "Very few others have our discriminating taste.", he replied with a laugh. He ushered her to her seat at the head of the table, then served her the noodles with a healthy helping of the scampi. Lauren reached out for her own bread. They ate in silence for several minutes, though Peter frankly gazed at her breasts, so plainly visible through the sheer gown. Her nipples were painfully stiff, and he could feel his cock changing to that condition as well. Using the pretext of adjusting his napkin, he adjusted his cock. "Peter, this is simply heavenly! When did you become such a good chef!?", she exclaimed, rolling her eyes as she bit into a bite of bread coated with the scampi broth. He looked at her curiously. "I've always been a good cook. I love food. How do you think I got to be so fat?" "Peter, you forget, I've never known you fat." He shrugged in silent agreement with this. "You have to admit, you've never cooked like this before for me." Peter snorted, then answered. "Most of the time when I'm cooking for you, it's with the kids, and their idea of haute cuisine is cheese on their hamburgers. I've always been a good cook." Lauren looked at him curiously, even as she helped herself to seconds. "Well, Mom and Dad are both excellent cooks, and I learned some just watching them. Then in high school and college, all my summer jobs were in restaurants or food places. I've done everything - dishwasher, busboy, waiter, short order cook, pizza slinger - you name it, I've done it in a restaurant." "But why..." He interrupted her. "First, because I'm a bachelor. I cook something like this at home, and by the time I finish it, it goes bad. I cook and end up throwing half away. Not much is sized for the single guy. Second, well, how do you think I got so fat in the first place?" Lauren shook her head in amazement. "I have such a hard time imagining you as fat!" He gave her a wry grin. "I hate to think about having to run around the block in the morning to work this meal off." Lauren wiped the last of the broth on her plate up with her roll. "Maybe we can see about working a few of those calories off you tonight." "Ah, that would be dessert, I believe." He stood up, but motioned for her to stay in place at the table. He quickly moved the dirty dishes to the kitchen then returned to his place. "Now, about dessert. Come here." Lauren stood and came around to where Peter was sitting. He smiled as he stood to look at her, then placed his hands on her shoulders. "I definitely think this will get in the way." He gently took hold of the thin straps holding the gown up and pulled them to the sides, allowing the sheer nightgown to slide slowly down her body to the floor. Peter stared hungrily at her superb form, now clad in nothing but her stockings and heels, then placed his hands around her waist and lifted her effortlessly. Turning slightly, he placed her so that she was sitting on the edge of the dining room table, facing his seat. He promptly sat back down in his chair and spread her legs, then pulled forward. "This is better." "When do I get dessert?", quipped Lauren. "Later.", he said, glancing up at her smiling face. She had a distinct aroma of aroused pussy, but Peter detected another scent, subtler, emanating from between her legs. Sniffing, he looked up and asked, "Strawberry?" Lauren blushed, but kept a straight face. "Is that a problem?" "Not at all, not at all. Actually it reminds me of this one story..." Lauren looked down at him. "What?" "Well, this fellow walks into this fancy French restaurant and tells the maitre'd that he had heard that this was the finest restaurant in Paris, and that money was no object. He was promptly seated and served course after course of delicious food. Finally, for dessert, the waiter suggested peche a la pousse. The customer had never heard of it, but agreed." "I am afraid to ask..." Peter waved her protests off. "So, the waiter comes back out with this absolutely beautiful blonde, stark naked, who crawls up on the table and lays flat on her back with her legs spread. Next, he pulls out a paring knife and a beautiful, ripe peach, which he then skins. Finally, he takes the peach and rubs it all over the blonde's pussy and even inside, then sets it on a plate on the table. The customer immediately picks up his knife and fork and starts to carve up the peach, saying, 'That peach really should be delicious!', at which point the waiter cries out 'Non, non, monsieur! Le pousse! Le pousse!'" "That's awful!", protested Lauren, even as she was laughing. "I have a sneaking suspicion that the strawberry scent arrived here a slightly different way.", he commented in reply. "Maybe you can taste the difference.", she said in a purr. Peter simply lowered his face and began eating her out. Lauren gasped and began orgasming practically immediately. Ever since Peter had taken her robe, leaving her to be watched throughout dinner almost naked, she had been extremely aroused. Peter's tongue began tracing her pussy lips, and as soon as it flicked across her clit, she moaned and began shaking. Peter took his time, savoring her flavor, and enjoying the effect he was having. Lauren could hardly think as her orgasm waxed and waned. She didn't have several orgasms, one after another; instead she rode the crest of a single, massive orgasm that went on and on. She was alternately shaking and quivering, laying back on the table panting, running her hands through the curls of his hair. Sometimes her legs were dangling over the side of the table limply, often they were wrapped around his neck, several times they were almost pointed at the ceiling as she spasmed in pleasure. Finally, after almost a half hour of cunnilingus, she weakly gasped out, "No more... no more." She sagged back on the dining room table, her eyes half shut, as she descended from the high of her ecstasy. Peter took this moment to reach down and unzip his pants. Pushing them and his shorts down his thighs to the floor, he leaned back and allowed his stiff cock to point upwards. He reached up and took Lauren's hands in his, and pulled her upright. She still seemed partially dazed as he pulled her carefully from the table top and down onto his lap, her legs straddling his. She shuddered as her dripping cunt was lowered onto his erection, and she leaned forward, to wrap her arms around his back and cling to him as she began moving on him. "So good, so good.", she whispered, rocking on him, humping excitedly up and down. "Oh, God, baby, it won't be long, it won't be long...", cried out Peter, almost complaining that he was so excited he would come so soon. "Come in my pussy! Come in my pussy!", she demanded. Lauren began bouncing on the cock in her pussy, rubbing her inflamed nipples across Peter's chest. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Peter groaned and began spurting his come upwards into Lauren's demanding twat. She could feel his cock expand in those final moments, seeming bigger than ever before, and she could feel the muscular contractions and jets trying to lift her off his lap. She sagged against him, her cunt pulsating with each spurt of come entering it. The pair clung to each other for several minutes as their breathing returned to normal, kissing each other as they came down off the orgasmic high. "Jesus!", exclaimed Peter. Just then an insistent whining and barking from up the stairs intruded on their reverie. Lauren laughed and said, "I think someone wants out." "She's your dog!", complained Peter. Lauren laughed as she crawled off his lap and stood up. "I'm not really dressed for that." She allowed her fiancé to pull his shorts and pants up, then directed him up the stairs. Gold happily burst from Jimmy's room when Peter opened the door, and Peter followed as the dog scampered down the stairs and into the kitchen. He slipped his loafers back on, then opened the back door and hooked the retriever up to the chain. He was about to come back in when Lauren stopped him. "You'd better grab some more firewood, honey." "I'll freeze to death!", he protested, before turning back to the stack stored off the back door. He brought in several armloads, carrying it in to the living room rack. As soon as Goldy took care of her own business, she whined to go back inside, so Peter brought her and the second bottle of wine inside. He leaned up against the kitchen counter and studied Lauren. She had pulled the jacket to the peignoir back on, though he could see through the slit where it gaped open, that she had left off the gown. She was washing the dishes. She saw him and smiled. "I know, it's not very romantic. You want romance, watch Casablanca." "I don't think I ever saw Ingrid Bergman washing the dishes." "Oh, and Humphrey Bogart walked the dog?" "Of course not! That was Claude Rains' job." Peter opened a drawer and pulled out a corkscrew, then opened the second bottle of Chianti. Lauren had finished the first before climbing onto the table to be eaten as dessert. She glanced over to see what he was doing, then handed him the freshly cleaned wine glasses. Peter wiped them dry with a paper towel, then filled them. "So explain again exactly how we got the night alone.", he said. "Complaining?", she teased. "No, just curious. I thought this was a family weekend.", he replied. "It was, originally anyway. However, Heather had been planning on being away all along, and then this sleepover party came up for Holly, and it seemed to be too good a chance to pass up. I gave Sarah a call..." "Who?" "Sarah, Sarah Brewster, Bucky's mom. I called her and asked if she could put up with Jimmy for the night. She said sure, and I dumped him on them." "Lucky them." "You want I should call him home?" Peter waved his hands in protest. "No, no, anything but that!" He laughed. "How much longer are you going to be?" "What, impatient? You must have used every pot in the kitchen!" She finished the dishes, then picked up her glass of wine and led Peter back into the living room. "Back in a moment, hun." She sipped her wine, then set it down, and went back upstairs. Peter took the time by himself to throw several logs on the fire. He turned off the kitchen light, and brought several of the candles from the dining room into the living room, then tossed the comforter on the floor and spread it out. He was laying out a few throw pillows when he saw Lauren coming back down the stairs. Peter stretched out on the comforter in front of the fire and pulled a couple of throw pillows over and tucked them behind his head. He was still dressed in his trousers and shirt, though he had kicked his shoes back off and had slipped off his socks. Lauren picked up her wineglass from the coffee table and sat down next to him, curling her legs under her demurely, and poured them both more of the Chianti. She wasn't demure enough. Her robe only had a single tie under the breasts and it gaped open below, exposing much of her taut belly and shaved pussy. Peter smiled as he gazed at her, and Lauren grinned back, then pulled her robe closed. "You have a dirty mind.", she said. "Depraved, yet delightfully decadent." He reached over and pulled her robe apart again, but otherwise refrained from further sexual contact, content to look. "So where was Heather again?" Lauren sipped her wine. She undid the tie holding the robe together, allowing it to slip off her breasts, exposing herself even further. "I thought I told you. She and Robby are spending the weekend together at his cousin's." "Oh, that was this weekend?" Lauren nodded and he continued. "And what do his parents think about that?" Lauren cocked her head to the side and said, "I'm not really sure. I mean, his mother knows, though she doesn't know, at least not officially." "Huh?" Lauren thought back over the recent conversation she had had with Robby's mother. She had been in the produce section of the grocery store when she had seen a woman down the aisle who looked familiar, though she couldn't put a name to the face. She looked at her surreptitiously several times, and could only think it was another mom from school. When they got closer, the other woman smiled and came over. "How is Heather?", she asked. Lauren looked at her, confused. "Fine.", she replied. "Excuse me, I'm sorry, I know I've seen you but the name escapes me." The other woman smiled and stuck out her hand. "Norma Jones, Robby's mother. You're Heather's new Mom, or something like that, right?" Lauren remembered seeing the other woman at a PTA meeting at the high school, and also in a few family photographs Robby had been showing one weekend. "Oh sure! I'm Lauren Graham, and I'm Heather's guardian, not her mother. We decided not to adopt, considering that by the time the paperwork is done, she won't be a minor anymore." "Still, that was awful, wasn't it!" The two women commiserated briefly over Heather's problems. In passing, Norma mentioned that she knew how Robby was spending the weekend house-sitting at his cousin's. "I understand Heather is away this weekend?" Lauren stammered briefly, and said, "Uh, yes, she's staying with a friend out of town." "Yes, that's what I suspected.", replied Norma dryly. Then she shrugged and smiled. "Well, Heather seems a nice enough girl, and Robby certainly seems taken with her. It's a good thing I know they aren't spending the weekend together, because then I'd probably have to complain and throw a fit and tell my sister what her son was up to." It took Lauren a second to realize she was talking about Robby's cousin with the house that needed watching. Norma continued, lowering her voice and asking, "I really don't want to get personal, and I'm certainly not accusing anyone of anything, but would you happen to know if Heather is being... careful?" Lauren's eyes opened wide, but she thought maybe Robby's mother should know the answer. "Well, before Heather and Robby even started dating, I talked to her about being, uh, careful. You can be sure that Heather's a very careful young lady." Norma seemed to breathe easier, and simply commented that children these days couldn't be too careful. They made a few more meaningless comments and then split apart. She described the conversation to Peter and said, "It's like she knows, but not officially, so she doesn't want to make waves. As long as the two are behaving and being careful, she'll ignore anything she thinks need ignoring." Peter looked at her thoughtfully. "I'm not precisely sure what that means, but it doesn't sound bad. Is it?" "How should I know? I don't know how to raise a teenager! I'm making this up as I go along!" It was Peter's turn to shrug. "For what it's worth, babe, I think you're doing okay. It's not like you were going to get any training ahead of time, right. What were you planning on doing once Jimmy and Holly get to that age?" Lauren rolled her eyes heavenward. "God, spare me!" She looked back at Peter and grinned. "I'm buying them both chastity belts." "Oh, I'll bet that will be effective!", laughed Peter. "Just wait until the boys start showing up and sniffing after Holly. I bet good old Aunt Heather will be REAL helpful. She'll be able to teach her EVERYTHING!" Lauren looked daggers at her fiancé. "I don't want to hear it! My children are going to be the world's oldest virgins!" Peter simply laughed even harder at this, and after a few minutes, Lauren giggled as well. "If you really want to know, I've been giving Heather a few more lessons." "Oh my God, is there another videocamera hidden somewhere?" Lauren barked out a raucous laugh. "No! This was simply a lesson. No lab work involved." She reached under the sofa and pulled out a small tube of KY jelly, holding it up in the firelight. "You keep that under the couch?", Peter asked incredulously. "What! No! I brought it downstairs and slipped it under the sofa. Jesus, that's all I'd need Jimmy and Holly to find." "Or Goldy, for that matter." Lauren's eyes bugged out at the thought of Goldy chewing a tube of KY jelly. "Yikes! No, silly I mean I taught her how to use this. Understand?" "What, like show and tell?" "Not precisely.", she admitted. Lauren allowed the robe to slip off her shoulders and shrugged it aside. She was now back to only her stockings, heels, and smile. She stretched out by Peter's side, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "This time it was more lecture than demonstration. She is planning on doing the lab work this weekend, I think." Lauren rested the tube of lubricant on Peter's chest and began to slowly unbutton his shirt. "Hmmm.", murmured Peter pleasantly. "So does this mean that the teacher is planning on brushing up on her lesson plan tonight?" He reached over and began tweaking and caressing Lauren's oversized and aroused nipples. The beautiful woman in his arms almost melted at her lover's touch. She frantically began undoing his pants, even as her lips sought his and began kissing him fiercely. "Oh, Peter, I want you so bad!", she gasped out. She pushed his pants down to his knees, along with his shorts, almost without letting him lift up and help guide them past his hips. She grabbed his stiff cock, now pointing at the ceiling, and began stroking it. "I need you!" "I don't know.", teased Peter. "My mother warned me about girls like you." "What, your mother warned you about cock-hungry bitches who want to take it up the ass?", she hissed back. "I'll bet your father didn't warn you about women like that." "Only to be on the lookout for them." Lauren groaned and rolled on top of her fiancé, drawing her legs up and straddling his waist. She quickly reached down between her widespread thighs and opened her pussy lips up, then dropped down, engulfing his cock in her pussy. A look of sheer relief suffused her face. "This is just the warmup, baby, but I need you so badly. I am just so turned on tonight!" Peter reveled in the sensations flooding his crotch as Lauren rode his cock. Her pussy seemed to be vibrating as she worked the muscles lining her cunt walls. After several minutes, he picked up the tube of KY from where it had slid off to the side, and said, "Twist around." Lauren looked down at him curiously, and he explained with a hand gesture. "Twist around, so you're facing my feet." It took Lauren several minutes to comply, because she refused to simply climb off and turn. Instead, she kept his cock up her pussy and slowly twisted, moving first one leg and then the other, bouncing slowly the entire time. The twisting sensation on his cock almost made Peter come. Once in place, Lauren pushed his pants completely off his legs and began riding him hard again. Peter stared happily at Lauren's superb ass, admiring the globes and running his fingers over her asscheeks and down the crack to her asshole. Lauren shivered at his touch. He undid the cap on the KY and squirted a liberal amount on a forefinger, and reached down to begin preparing her asshole for his fingers. Suitably greasy, he squirted a little more on his fingers and slowly inserted his thumb into her hole. It slipped inside easily, and he pushed it completely in. Lauren gasped and orgasmed. Peter moved his other hand into position and his other thumb slipped in beside the first. Lauren moaned as he began spreading her asshole apart, widening the entrance. Finally, with Lauren practically crying from the pleasure racing through her, he lifted her rear up enough that his cock slipped out of her grasping pussy. "Put it back, put it back!", she demanded. Instead, he positioned his cockhead at the puckered brown ring he was holding open and allowed her to settle back onto it. "Oh God, oh God, oh God...", she whimpered as she slowly dropped down, Peter's cock slowly and inexorably driving up into her bowels. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!" Once Lauren was firmly resting on him with his cock completely up her butt, Peter let his breath out. The feeling was so tight and exquisite he had been half afraid he would come as soon as he was inside. He knew he wasn't going to last long like this. He placed his hands on Lauren's hips and began guiding her as she slowly bounced on him. "So fucking good!", he muttered, half under his breath, almost as if he was talking to himself. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!", Lauren begged. Her skin was tingling at her lover's touch. Everything they did sent her from one orgasmic peak to another. "Fuck my ass!" She clenched her anus around the intruder, making it tighter yet and intensifying the sensations for both of them, and it was too much. Pulling her down on him, hard, Peter groaned and exploded, his cock pulsing as spurt after spurt of jism flooded her bowels. "Come in my ass!", she demanded. "Come in my ass!" Drained physically and emotionally, Lauren sagged in place, held up only by Peter's strong hands on her hips and waist. She roused sufficiently to try and climb off, but he kept his cock up her ass. It was softening but not completely limp, and Peter was looking for an encore performance. He quickly propped a few more pillows behind his head and back, then said quietly, "Stretch your legs out." Lauren carefully did so, so that she was sitting on his lap, his cock still in her asshole, and Peter pulled her down and backwards. She was lying on his chest, his arms around her, her legs spread wide and obscene. Peter carefully lifted his knees, spreading them further, trapping her in his powerful embrace. He cupped her firm breasts and began to caress them. "Oh, God!", she gasped, squirming in his embrace. "No more, it's too much!" Her voice was weak and her protests muted. Peter whispered into her ear. "Yes! More. You need more. You want me to do this, don't you? Don't you!?" Lauren's eyes fluttered, half-closed. "Yes.", she whispered. "Touch yourself. Make it good. Get me stiff and hard. Play with your pussy..." Peter gave Lauren orders to arouse them both, and was quickly stiff enough to begin a gentle thrusting motion up and into her asshole from beneath. Lauren moaned, her senses overloading with this massive assault on her body, half wishing it to end and half needing it to continue. Peter took the initiative completely from her. Lowering his knees, he thrust up and into her, then grabbed her hips and rolled over, taking her with him. Lauren found herself face down on the comforter, her face in the pillows, while her fiancé straddled her thighs and slamfucked her ass. It was a massive orgasm, beyond anything yet that evening, and he rode her until, sweat pouring down his chest, he groaned loudly and spewed into her rectum a second time. Panting, Peter collapsed on Lauren's back and then rolled off, his cock pulling out of her asshole with an almost silent PLOP, followed by a thin trickle of brownish jism. Lauren lay on the floor, half dead with the emotional and physical overload. It was time to call it a night. Peter dragged himself upright and pulled his slacks back on, then knelt down and picked Lauren up in his arms. She was cooperative, but content to allow him to carry her up the stairs to bed. Her eyes closed as he laid her on the bedspread and pulled her shoes and stockings off, then Peter left the room. Back in the living room, he picked the comforter and pillows up from the floor, and tucked the tube of KY in a pocket. The saucers with the remains of the candles went into the kitchen. He slipped on his shoes and gave Goldy a final walk of the night. After a final cleaning and tidying, he went back up to Lauren's bedroom. She was still half dozing, naked on the covers. Smiling, Peter went into the bathroom. He turned on the hot water in the shower and stripped his clothing off. He desperately needed a shower. Five minutes later, a towel wrapped around his waist, Peter returned to the bedroom, to find Lauren stirring back to complete consciousness. "Did you bring me up here?", she asked, confused. He nodded. "You were pretty out of it. Feeling all right?" Lauren shivered happily. "I feel glorious!" He pulled her to her feet and pushed her towards the bathroom. "You need a quick shower and a good night's sleep." Lauren didn't argue but simply gave him a quick kiss and closed the door behind her. Peter went around to the opposite side of the bed and pulled the covers back. When at his apartment, they normally slept with him on the right and her on the left. He tossed the towel aside and considered pulling on a pair of shorts, but decided against it. It was too late to go rooting around for clothing that Lauren would be removing in the morning. He slipped into the cool sheets and waited for Lauren to come back. Lauren didn't take much longer than he did to clean up, and she came out without even the modesty of a towel. She crawled in beside him, naked, and reached up to flip the light switch. She snuggled against him in the dark. "Thank you, Peter, for everything.", she whispered. "Do we need to be up at any special time?", he asked. "When do the kids come home?" "When we go and get them.", she giggled. "We can sleep as late as we want." "Or not sleep as late as we want.", he answered. Lauren giggled some more. "Just wait until the honeymoon. No kids and no underwear." "Oh, Peter, that sounds delicious! I can't wait. I love you, Peter!" "I love you, too, sweetheart." Peter held Lauren in his arms until her slow breathing told him she had fallen asleep, and then he joined her slumbers. ------- Chapter 30: A Country Weekend "It's like I told you, Robby, I want to pay." Robby Jones looked at Heather in a manner both skeptical and disapproving. "I don't know..." The pair were seated in the back booth of a nice restaurant, the same restaurant they had gone to before the Homecoming Ball, a fact which wasn't lost on Robby. It was also relatively expensive, another fact he was painfully aware of. He and Heather had settled on a high sex and low cost romance in light of his tight budget, and he had definitely not planned on an expensive dinner. "Robby, this is my treat!", she replied. She reached out and took his hand. "Please, let me. I wanted this to be a surprise. I've been saving up for this night. Please let me treat you.", she pleaded. Robby snorted and smiled, relenting. "My father would have a cow if he thought I was letting a woman pay my way. It's not in the code, you know?" Heather smiled but held on to his hand. "Please, I want to make it good tonight and this weekend. I want to tell you how much I love you and want to make you happy. Please, Robby!" He smiled wryly and pulled her hand to his lips, kissing it gently. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry to be such a pain." "Never!", she said firmly. She smiled brightly. "Do you like my outfit?", she asked. "Yeah! It's very nice. New?" "For me. I borrowed it from Lauren." Heather had on a long gray wool skirt, a wrap skirt that showed a lot of black stockinged leg on one side. She also had on a rose colored satin blouse that clung to her pleasantly. She was wearing a pair of black stiletto heels. "Do you really like it?" Robby smiled and nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah!" "Remember when we were here the last time?", she asked. Not precisely sure why the sudden change of topic, Robby answered "Yes." "Remember what I was wearing other than that dress?", she asked teasingly. Robby's forehead scrunched up as he remembered back to that night. There had been so much that happened that night, not the least of which was that he and Heather had managed to relieve themselves of their virginities together. She had been wearing the dress, of course, and a wrap, he thought. Other than that, there had been those wonderful stockings and high heels, which had been all she had worn underneath it. Suddenly, as if a light bulb had gone off in his head, his jaw dropped open and his head whirled around to stare at her. Heather giggled and gently turned her torso from side to side. Her unbound breasts jiggled pleasantly under the pink satin. "You mean... Wow!", he exclaimed under his breath. She touched his hand again. "I really want to be good for you tonight. Robby, I know you can't afford to take me places like you want, but that's not what I want." "I know, I know, it's just, well, a guy is supposed to do things like that. I want to treat you right." "Robby, let me ask you a question. If I wanted to go out with a rich and fancy guy and get treated that way, do you think I could find a guy like that?" "Jesus!", Robby swore. He knew several guys around the school who would be more than happy to have Heather as a girlfriend, and several had hit on her already. "Sure!" "But I'm still with you, right? Maybe money isn't what I want in a guy. Maybe I just want you, to love me, okay?" Robby shook his head in disbelief. He would never understand why Heather cared for him, though he desperately loved her. "You deserve better than me, but I love you so much!" "I love you, too, baby." Midway through their dinner, Robby turned to Heather and smiled. "Are you really wearing the same thing underneath that you wore that night?" She looked at him curiously and said, "Yes, why?" "Prove it." "What?!" "Prove it." He grinned at her and looked around. They were in a booth towards the rear of the dining room and the lighting was dim. "Nobody will see. Just undo a couple of buttons on your blouse." "You're crazy!", she replied. "Please?", he begged. "Oh, all right.", she replied with a touch of exasperation. She looked around to see if anybody was watching, but the room was filled with couples with their own concerns. Nobody but Robby was watching as she unbuttoned two more buttons on the blouse. Slightly small on her, it pulled away pleasantly, showing a deep Vee of skin, down to the top of her cleavage. "God, but you're beautiful." He leaned over and kissed her quickly, pleasing Heather immensely. He sat back upright with a gleam in his eyes. "Keep going." "What?", she said with a shocked tone. He twitched his fingertips in the direction of her blouse. "More." "You're crazy!", she replied. Nevertheless, after glancing around furtively, Heather surreptitiously undid another button, and then at Robby's pleading look, yet one more. "That's it!", she whispered. Robby smiled. The blouse had pulled back far enough to show her flawless skin halfway between her breasts and her navel. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. The waiter never batted an eye when he came over to clear away their plates, though Heather blushed furiously. He returned with their coffee and desserts, and Robby became bolder. After the waiter had left, he slid across the bench seat towards Heather and laid a hand on her leg. Heather smiled, but then her eyes opened wide. Robby had slipped his hand through the slit of the wrap skirt and was caressing her stocking-clad thigh. "Robby!", she protested. Robby simply kissed her, quieting her complaints, and moved his fingers deeper and higher up her leg. Within moments he was flicking a fingertip across her naked pussy lips. "Just checking.", he commented wickedly. Heather's face was red, and not simply from embarrassment. She was incredibly excited by Robby's bold maneuver. She allowed him to touch her for a few seconds more, then gently pushed his hand back. "Well, that should prove it if nothing else does! Now behave or that will be all the proof you get tonight!" Robby laughed as he moved back to his plate and began eating his dessert. Heather smiled and sipped at her coffee. Both could barely wait for the check to come before leaving. It was bitterly cold in Robby's truck on the ride to Brynston, only fifteen minutes from the restaurant. Heather stayed bundled up inside her parka. She had buttoned her blouse back up before they stood to leave,, and the glow in her cheeks seemed only to be the result of a good meal, not the anticipation of a night of romance ahead of her. Once more, Robby drove to his cousin's house, to find it with a few lights on and a note and key in an envelope. 'Same rules as before. Sheets are in the linen closet in the master bathroom. We'll be back after noon on Sunday.', was all the note said. Robby unlocked the door and let Heather in. As before, a fire had been laid in the fireplace. The teens shucked their heavy coats, and Heather watched as her boyfriend lit the kindling and got the fire going. She stood there, waiting, until he climbed off his knees and stood before her. Although they were no longer nervous virgins, Robby felt he shouldn't do as his basest instincts told him to do. He wanted nothing more than to rip Heather's clothing off her and screw her brains out. That seemed counterproductive. He stepped closer and reached out to caress her face with his fingertips. "Heather, I..." Smiling, Heather reached up and placed a fingertip on his lips. "Sssshhh." Stepping closer, she stood on her toes and kissed his lips gently, then moved back slightly. "Tonight is your night." "I..." "Robby, the last time we were here, you said the night was for me, remember?" The teenager nodded mutely. Heather smiled. "Please Robby, let tonight be for you. The whole weekend is for you. I want it to be special again, like that night. Please?!", she begged. Robby's eyes lit up as he began to consider the implications. He leered down at her briefly, saying, "Well, if you put it that way..." Heather giggled, then said, "Let me do everything." Robby had not dressed for the evening expecting a fancy dinner; he had worn some clean khakis and a V-neck sweater. Heather grabbed the waist of the sweater and slowly pulled it up his chest, exposing the bare flesh beneath. She caressed and fondled what she exposed as she lifted the sweater up, and Robby helped by raising his arms above his head. He stood bare-chested before her, holding her in his arms briefly, then Heather pushed back softly. He moved so as to undress her, and she stopped him. "Let me." Slowly, she unbuttoned the satin blouse, exposing more and more of her cleavage, farther than she had dared in the back booth of the restaurant. She stopped at the final button, at her waist, with the fabric drawing taut across her massive breasts, glowing in the firelight. Next she undid the catches holding the wrap skirt together, and tossed it aside dramatically. She stood there in her stockings and heels, her pussy hidden by the barest amount by the shirttails of the blouse. Finally she popped this last button and allowed the blouse to slip down off her shoulders and arms, to lie at her feet, and she stood before him in near naked glory. "Jesus, but you're beautiful!", he exclaimed in a hoarse whisper. Heather gazed longingly on the slim but wiry torso of her lover, and the huge bulge in his trousers. "So are you!", she said with a smile. Robby laughed at this, but stood still as Heather came closer and knelt before him. She was intent on prolonging his agony. First she unlaced his shoes, and removed his shoes and socks, tossing them aside. She slowly undid his belt and zipper and allowed his slacks to slip down in a puddle around his feet. His cock pressed against the front of his briefs, a wet spot of pre-come already showing his excitement. She pulled away his pants, then slowly tugged his shorts down to the floor. His massive cock bobbed in front of her. "I want it to be so good for you, honey.", she said. She gingerly rubbed his cockshaft with her fingertips, and Robby groaned as he tried to keep from exploding. Pre-come was almost dribbling from his cock by the time Heather opened her mouth and took the glans inside. "Oh God!", he moaned. "You... you're so... oh God that's good!", he whimpered. This simply spurred the girl on. She began sucking on Robby's cockhead, as one hand began stroking his shaft and the other reached under to cup and fondle his balls. She had discovered much to her chagrin one night, that Robby's balls were almost painfully sensitive. She couldn't do more than rub her palms and fingers across them without causing him pain. Still, she fondled them briefly, then slipped her hand between his thighs. She ran her fingertip around the ring of his asshole, then gently pressed it inside. "Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm going to come..." Robby was panting as he stood there before Heather, his cock in her mouth and his hands in her long hair. He began thrusting his hips forward, fucking his cock into her face. "Don't stop, don't stop!", he pleaded. Heather pushed her finger even further into Robby's ass and began suctioning his cock head. It was well back into her throat and the swallowing sensation on the sensitive tip drove him over the edge. Gurgling out an incoherent cry of relief, Robby unloaded into her mouth. She felt his cock expanding even further, and the spasms as his cock pumped into her sent her into a small orgasm also. She sucked him dry, then leaned back and smiled up at him. "That was something else!", he said with feeling. "I'm glad you liked it. Come on, lay down here and let me take care of you." Robby sagged down to the sheepskin carpet and allowed Heather to push him flat. She knelt at his side, allowing him to caress her thighs as she placed several throw pillows behind his head. She bent over and began licking his crotch. "I want you good and stiff.", she said lewdly. Robby tapped her on the leg and said, "Great, but let me work on you too." He motioned her to straddle his head and Heather eagerly moved into a position of sixty-nine. By the time she was leaning over and licking at his limp prick, he was already eating her pussy to orgasm. Despite having come only a few minutes prior, Robby's cock quickly grew inside Heather's mouth. The girl adjusted her position, twisting her head slightly and angling it properly to start deep-throating him. The gentle upwards curve of his magnificent shaft slipped back through her lips and over her tongue, filling her mouth and gliding back into her throat. With his pubic hairs tickling her nose, Heather began sucking fiercely as she used both hands to jack his cockshaft, balancing herself on his thighs with her forearms. Even though he had come shortly before, Heather's ministrations were having a pronounced effect on her boyfriend. Laying below her, his face lifted up to eat her pussy out, Robby was having an increasingly difficult time concentrating on his job. The furious licks and nibbles on her pussylips and clit, subsided slowly, as he let out an occasional whimper and began thrusting his hips up, forcing his cock even deeper into her mouth. Heather was swallowing a steady stream of his precome, and Robby gave up. Sagging back into the pillows, he closed his eyes and groaned, then cut loose, spurting another endless stream of jism into her mouth. Heather happily sucked him dry a second time. Momentarily sated, Heather carefully crawled off her lover and twisted around on the sheepskin, crawling up along Robby's side, and the young man put one arm behind his head and wrapped the second around her shoulders. "Wow!", he muttered. Heather smiled smugly as she snuggled against him. "I thought you might like that.", she commented. "Oh yeah!" Robby's eyes were practically cross-eyed in shock. "Sorry, babe, I, uh, wanted to, you know, hold back a bit." Heather crawled partway onto his chest and looked him in the eye. "Oh, no, no, I wanted you to come in my mouth again. I love to swallow your come, Robby, I love it! I want this whole weekend to be for you! If you even think about getting stiff, I want to take care of you, however you want me to. However! I'm going to try and dress the way you want and do the things you want, whatever. Please, it's for you!" Robby twisted his head sideways and stared at her in disbelieving wonder. "But I won't enjoy it if you don't.", he protested. Heather grinned, reaching down to playfully tug on his limp prick. "Don't worry about that! I'm enjoying every minute of it!" "So is that the reason for all the suitcases?", he asked. "You packed everything you own that I might like?" Robby had simply tossed a few clothes into a gym bag along with a toilet kit. Heather had packed both a suitcase and an overnight bag. "Robby! It's not that much, I mean, we're here for three days!", she protested. Robby laughed. "Honey, today's one of those days, and you aren't wearing anything!" Heather gave him a poke in the ribs. "Would you prefer I go get dressed?" Robby kept an arm around her, holding her in place, laughing. "I take it that's a no. Did you like my outfit tonight?", she asked. "Was it too fancy?" Robby rolled onto his side, facing Heather and stared in disbelief. "Huh?" "Well, I mean, how do you like me to dress? Dresses and skirts? Jeans and t-shirts? I mean, we've never really talked about it, you know?" "Why, didn't you like that skirt and blouse?", he asked, confused. "No, I liked it, but what about you? What do you like me to wear? I like to look pretty for my guy!" Robby simply shook his head, and she continued. "I'm serious, Robby! I try to look nice for you! Don't you want me to?" "Yes, I mean, no, it's not that..." Robby began sputtering out an incoherent reply. Finally he got his wits about him and he answered. "I love that you want to look pretty for me. It's just that you're so beautiful! You could wear a cardboard box and look great!" Heather smiled, and said, "You're not being very helpful." Robby's eyes got a wild look. "Okay, you want to know what I like?" Heather nodded eagerly. "Just what you're wearing now! I mean, I know in school and stuff it's different, but on dates - skirts and dresses and blouses and stuff. Fancy undies and stockings, or no undies, like tonight. Shoes like that. Jesus, you looked so sexy tonight I wanted to make it with you right there on the table!" "Really?!" Heather felt inordinately pleased at that. "I wouldn't have minded.", she teased him. "No? The manager of the place might have said something, don't you think? Seriously, though, you want to know what kind of clothes really get me going?" "Yeah!" "You are going to hate me for this, but here goes." Robby took a deep breath and said, "Stuff like they wear in Playboy." Heather gaped at him. "Yeah, like the high heels and stockings and fancy lingerie and dresses and stuff. I've been sneaking my dad's Playboys for years and you're as pretty as any of those girls. Prettier!" "You're crazy!" "I'm serious! You're so beautiful you could be in a centerfold!" Heather felt very complimented by the statement. "What, you plan on sending them my picture?", she giggled. "I think you have to be eighteen." "And if I was?", she teased him. "Sure. Just dye your hair blonde and be ready to do Hefner.", he teased back. "What!?" "He likes blondes, and an awful lot of his girlfriends end up in the center of the magazine. He's got an entire harem of blondes with big tits!" He reached over and caressed Heather's nipples. "Oh my God! You're kidding me, right?" He shook his head. "It's the Viagra, sweetie. He likes teamwork, too, you know, in case he can't take care of all of them." Robby was starting to make stuff up, though he suspected it was true. "You mean, like they do each other, too? You guys really like that stuff? You'd want me to be with another girl?" Heather knew from watching porn flicks that this was true, but she had never considered her Robby to be like that. She was shocked! "Well, only if I can watch.", he replied. Heather's head whipped around to stare at him. Robby had a serious expression on his face, but within moments, a crinkle appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his clenched jaw gave way. He started laughing loudly at Heather's expression, and she realized he had been joking with her the entire time. "You rat!" She started trying to punch him in the ribs, but he grabbed her arms and pulled her down on top of him. She squealed and struggled. "You are going to pay for that!" Robby silenced her protests with a kiss, and began rubbing his hands over her back and breasts. He was quickly stiffening again, and as soon as Heather realized it, she swung a leg over his midsection and sat upright. Straddling his waist, she lifted up and lowered her drenched pussy onto his upright prick. Robby guided her motions above him, enjoying the view in the dying firelight. "You know, I really meant what I said." "About what?", asked Heather. Her clit was rubbing against the topside of Robby's cock and she shuddered with the pleasure. "About you being pretty enough to be in Playboy." "What about the other stuff?", she asked teasingly. "Well, maybe not about becoming a blonde and doing Hef." She smiled down at him. "And what about my doing his other girls?" Robby grinned up at her. "Uh, do I get to watch?" "You rat!", she squealed. Heather moved to punch him in the chest. Robby grabbed her fists and lifted them to his lips, then pushed them towards her crotch. Heather moaned, and Robby reached up to cup her breasts. He teased her nipples as she rode him to orgasm. Robby's seemed to want to blast her off his crotch like a rocket. Her pussy almost dripped with his come when she sagged down against his chest. Straightening her legs out, Heather gasped and curled up in his arms, dazed with her pleasure. After a few minutes, she roused herself and asked, "Are we sleeping down here tonight?" He smiled. "Only if you want to. Or would you prefer to try out a king size bed?" Heather sat upright. "Really!!? Cool! Can we?" Robby shrugged. "Sure, why not. Jack told me we had to change the sheets before we left, but to use his and Lisa's room." He struggled upright. Heather climbed to her feet. "Uh, I need to take a shower. Give me a few minutes, Robby, please?" She grabbed a suitcase and headed towards the stairs, flipping light switches on as she went. Robby gazed happily at her ass, swinging in a perfect figure eight, as she wandered through the house wearing nothing but her stockings and heels. "Can you get the other bag?", she called out over her shoulders. Robby stood and pulled his pants back on before carrying the remaining luggage upstairs. He deposited it in the bedroom, then went back downstairs. He cleaned up in the half-bath off the foyer, then picked up their remaining clothing and tidied up the living room. The fire was dying out, and he blew out the two candles he had lit. He wandered back upstairs with their clothing under his arm. Heather was still in the bathroom. Robby grabbed his toilet kit from his bag and wandered back down the hall to brush his teeth in the hall bath. When he arrived back in the bedroom, the bathroom door was still closed. He turned down the bedcovers and turned on the light on the nightstand, then turned off the ceiling light. He quickly stripped off his clothing. It was chilly! He grabbed a pair of briefs and a t-shirt from his bag and debated putting them on, then dropped them on the side of the bed where he planned on sleeping. Although he and Heather rarely slept together, they seemed most comfortable with him on the right side, so he kicked the underwear just under the bed on that side. Shivering, he slipped between the cool sheets and hoped that Heather wasn't putting on a flannel nightgown! The door to the bath opened and Robby whistled tunelessly. Heather was definitely not wearing a flannel nightgown. She was barely hidden beneath a transparent red baby-doll nighty! The sheer little outfit was held together by a single bow beneath the overflowing bra cups of the fly-away top, and by a pair of bows at the sides of the tissue-thin panties. She smiled at him nervously. "Wow!", he commented. He sat up slightly in the bed, propping himself up against the headboard with his pillows. His naked body was covered by the sheets only from the crotch down. He smiled at her. "I wasn't sure you would like it.", Heather commented. She stepped closer and Robby patted the bed beside him. "That's a joke, right?", he laughed. "I mean, why in the world would you think I wouldn't like it? It looks gorgeous on you!" Heather blushed. "I don't know. I guess I was just a bit nervous. This is sort of our first night together, you know." She crawled into the bed and sat next to Robby, her feet tucked beneath her. Robby grinned at her, his eyes feasting on the vision of her stiff and expectant nipples pushing against the sheer red fabric. "You are the most beautiful woman in the entire world.", he said softly. "I love you." "Oh, Robby! I love you, too!", she whimpered back. She reached out and tugged the bedsheets off his body and suddenly Robby's chill was gone. She gazed hungrily at his cock, laying thickly between his thighs, only partially filled with blood. Even in the moments she watched, it stiffened further, rising up to a vertical and then pulling back against his abdomen. Robby sighed with delight as his lover reached out and firmly grasped the long and thick cockshaft and began stroking it. "Mmmmm...", he murmured contentedly. Heather giggled. "You now, I was just realizing that three whole generations of women in the family are probably doing this right now." Confused, Robby turned his head to stare at her. "Well, there's me of course." Heather gave his cock a playful little tug. "And you have to know that with all the kids gone, Lauren is undoubtedly in bed with Peter right now." "Well, actually, no I didn't know. She got rid of the other two tonight also?" "I thought I told you. They're spending the night at friends'.", Heather explained. She began using both hands to fondle Robby's cock, eliciting another groan of pleasure from the teen. "Okay, so that's two generations I suppose. I take it you're not talking about Holly." "You pervert! She's just a baby!" Heather snorted as she saw Robby's face look at her in a 'Gotcha!' expression. "No, I mean Shirley and Helen!" It took Robby a second to recognize the names of Lauren's mother and mother-in-law. "No... you don't mean..." Heather nodded and giggled. "Listen, you remember from Health class how they said that old people can have sex, remember? Well, none of them are really all that old, they're only in their fifties. Lauren says her parents are still very active." "She told you this!?", exclaimed an amazed Robby. Heather nodded. It had been back around the time she and Lauren had first been discussing her becoming 'sexually active.' "She even told me she's seen them!" Robby gaped, and she continued, "Yeah! Since they live by themselves, they can fool around whenever they want to, okay? So this one time, Lauren was going over after dinner, unannounced, and as she got onto their front steps, she looks in the window and saw them. It was last fall, before it got chilly, and they were both wearing shorts and t-shirts, only Shirley's t-shirt and bra were on the floor, along with Frank's shorts, and she was giving him a hummer! He's laying on the couch and she's kneeling on the floor with her head in his lap! Lauren said it must have been the end, since her dad's eyes were closed and his hands were in her mom's hair, and about thirty seconds later she hears him moan through the front door and Shirley all of sudden started bobbing her head frantically in his lap. Then she stands up and they laugh! Lauren said she made some noise at the front door, and they got dressed quickly." "Well, that's three generations, all right. You said Lauren's mother-in-law, what's her name, Helen was getting some, too?!" Heather nodded. "I overheard Lauren and Shirley talking about her a few days ago. She seems to have a new boyfriend that she is spending her weekends with, and they are going at it hot and heavy! According to Shirley, who got it from Helen, when Helen goes over to this new guy's place - he's a doctor who's younger than she is - he immediately strips her naked and they get it on! Afterwards, she spends the entire weekend in nothing but a robe, and any time he wants to he takes off the robe and they make love again!" "Sort of like us this weekend.", quipped Robby. He reached out and tugged the bow under Heather's breasts loose. The cups opened up and her spectacular bosom sprang out. He began caressing her tits. "Oh, Robby!", she moaned, her eyes closing as she shuddered from the sensations. Robby helped Heather to lay down at his side, and the remaining pair of bows holding her panties together came loose next. The pair kissed and fondled each other in the dim light of the nightstand lamp until neither could handle the anticipation. Heather rolled onto her back, spreading her legs, and Robby rolled on top of her. He was inside her at once, thrusting slowly but surely, and the teenaged girl gasped as his cock seemed to enter her endlessly. She clutched at him, calling out his name, as his thrusting became heavier and heavier, faster and faster, until neither could stand it any longer. His back arching, Robby moaned out Heather's name, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him as the spasms of his spurting cock drove her over the edge to a massive orgasm. Robby smiled down at Heather, as he kissed her and rolled off her to his side. He reached up and turned out the light. He felt plenty warm under the covers with her at his side; underwear wouldn't be needed after all. It was almost eleven the next morning when the two teens stirred themselves awake. Both Robby and Heather briefly contemplated a morning love-making session, though neither acted on it; Heather because she badly needed to brush her teeth - they felt positively scummy - and Robby because his bladder felt like it was about to burst. Robby waited long enough for Heather to brush her teeth and crawl into the shower, and then he used the toilet. Finished, he brushed his teeth and glanced over his shoulder at the shower. His lover was clearly visible through the partially frosted glass of the shower door, and she looked very inviting. He rinsed his mouth out and grinned, then went over to the shower. Heather didn't notice his approach until she heard the door slide open. Whirling her head around, she looked at him in surprise as he stepped inside. "Robby!" "We need to conserve water." Just like they had done that first night together at the chalet, and occasionally since then in Heather's basement apartment, Robby took the soap and began washing her back. He was already stiff, and she whimpered as she felt his cockhead grazing her asscheeks as he moved behind her. Heather eagerly moved into position when he whispered to her, bending slightly at the waist and taking a wide-legged stance in the shower. Robby grabbed his soapy cock and slipped it into her pussy from behind, pushing in with a single smooth motion. "Oh my God!", she gasped. "Oh Robby! Don't stop, don't stop!" Robby began pounding against his girlfriend, driving his cock into her in a frenzied pistoning. The impact of his hips against her quivering asscheeks made a loud slapping sound as he drove her through one orgasm and into a second. It seemed as if only moments had passed before he unloaded, his knees quaking as spurts of jism spattered against her womb. He was panting by the time he pulled out and sagged back against the wall of the shower. Heather grinned, turning around to laugh at him. "I don't think we saved very much water there, Robby." "I'll leave a dollar on the bath counter for my cousin. You can write the note explaining why." Heather snorted and rinsed off, then left him standing under the water. Robby quickly showered and climbed out himself, turning the water off as he did. He dried himself quickly, and actually ended up dressed before Heather, who had to blow dry her long brown hair. She was wearing it very long, ever since Robby had told her how much he loved it and how she looked so good with long hair. It had grown out almost a foot since they had started dating, and reached well down past the middle of her back. She looked at him in the vanity mirror and asked, "What's for breakfast?" "Breakfast!" Robby picked up his watch, a Timex, and pulled it on. "Baby, it's after eleven! It's lunchtime!" "But I'm hungry.", she protested. He shrugged. "So we have lunch." "Okay, what's for lunch?" The teen gave her a wry look. "Uh, good question. We never really got around to buying groceries the other night, you know?" Heather looked at him in a confused fashion. "It's like, I mean, we've gone and kicked Jack and Lisa out of their house for the weekend, we really can't mooch their food, too, you know?" Heather nodded her understanding. "I'm guessing there's a grocery store somewhere in town." Robby nodded. "Yeah, I saw one the other night, on the way here." He was finished dressing, old jeans and a heavy flannel shirt. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled on his socks and sneakers. Heather turned off the blow dryer and tossed aside the towel she had wrapped around her lush body. She began rummaging through her luggage for clothing. Robby grinned and came closer. "Enough of that, Mister! We eat first!", she ordered. "Go down and start warming up the truck." She pulled some jeans and a t-shirt from her bag. It took Robby several minutes to get his truck started in the cold weather. He had begun to worry that they were going to have to mooch after all when the engine finally caught and rumbled to life. He went back in the chalet in time for Heather to wander into the kitchen. She already had her parka on and zipped up. He figured orange juice wouldn't be too much mooching, so they finished the pitcher off before heading back outside. The truck wasn't toasty yet, but their breath didn't fog the windshield either, so they buckled up and drove down into Brynston. At the grocery store, Heather pulled out a cart and wheeled it over to Robby, detailing him the pushing job. "Subs for lunch?", he asked. "Yeah, sure.", she said with a distracted air. Heather began glancing around the aisle. Robby didn't notice her look. "What about tonight?" Heather shrugged. "Tonight? Whatever, burgers or something simple, I guess. Breakfast..." "Eggs and some bacon? We really can't go wrong with that. Anything we don't finish we'll leave for them. Everybody eats bacon and eggs.", he answered. "And OJ, too!" Heather gave her boyfriend a furtive smile. "Oh, Robby..." She glanced around a last time and confirmed they were alone in the aisle. "We were so rushed this morning I forgot something." He looked at her curiously. "What?", he asked, suspicion tingeing his voice. Heather grabbed the zipper to her parka and pulled it down. She quickly grabbed the two halves and opened it up quickly, then covered herself back up quickly. Robby stared in disbelief. Under her parka, Heather was wearing... nothing! She was topless beneath the heavy coat. "Oh my God!", he exclaimed, looking around wildly. "Are you crazy!?" "Don't you like me this way?", she teased. Robby gulped hysterically. "But what if someone sees?" "So?" Robby gaped at this and Heather laughed. "Who's going to see?", she taunted. Robby pointed at the ceiling. "What if they have a surveillance camera? A lot of stores do, you know!" Heather goggled at this - she hadn't known that! Still, she laughed and flashed him a second time. Robby saw his girlfriend's magnificent tits again, jiggling under the coat, her prominent nipples erect and pointy. "So what?", she repeated, then flashed him a third time. Closing her jacket up, she laughed and took off down the aisle. Robby chased after her, muttering imprecations under his breath. He caught up to her in the dairy aisle, where Heather was standing in front of the eggs. "You're crazy, you know? I'm in love with a crazy woman!" Heather smiled serenely and placed an egg carton in the cart. She continued on towards the bread aisle. Picking up both a loaf of bread and some hamburger rolls, she commented, "Robby, the nylon of my parka, it really feels good against my nipples." She shivered theatrically and tossed the bread into the cart, then left him staring at her as she continued on. Heather continued to flash and tease Robby through the rest of their shopping trip. Robby's nervousness passed quickly, replaced by raging hormones. He offered to cut short the shopping and take Heather back out to his truck for a quickie, but she simply laughed him off, saying there were too many people around. It didn't get any better on the drive back to the chalet. Heather tormented the teenaged boy, flashing him and running her fingers over the bulging front of his blue jeans. Finally, much to Robby's relief, they got back to the house and he parked his truck. "You get the grocery bag.", she ordered, and Robby nodded, unthinking. The next thing he knew, Heather had torn out of the truck, grabbed the house key from its hiding place and let herself in the front door. When Robby got to the front door, he found Heather laughing through the glassed storm door. "You going to open the door?", he asked in exasperation. Heather laughed and stuck out her tongue. Robby shifted the bag in his arms and twisted the door knob. Amazed, he stopped. Heather had locked him out in the cold! "Hey, let me in!", he complained. "Nyaanh, nyaanh, nyaanh, nyaanh!", she teased through the door. "Come on, let me in!", he demanded. Heather stuck her tongue out again and flipped open her coat. She cupped her proud breasts lewdly and jiggled them at her lover. "Nyaanh, nyaanh, nyaanh, nyaanh! Make me!" Heather laughed as she danced in front of the door, taunting Robby. Robby was beginning to lose patience, twisting the knob to the storm door and trying to force it open. In response, Heather laughed and showed him the front door key, then ostentatiously pulled the front of her jeans out and dropped the key down the front of her pants. Robby yanked on the door in response, but it was a very good storm door. Short of busting it open, he was stuck. Heather flaunted her bare tits at him again. It was then that Robby, turning his head in disgust, noticed the patio door down the deck. It led into the dining room of the chalet. It couldn't be open. Neither he nor Heather had opened it, and there was no way his cousin Jack would have left it open. No way! Desperate and freezing in the cold, knowing he was wasting his time, Robby jumped over a small railing and moved to the patio door. It slid open easily to his touch. Squealing in outrage, Heather scrambled away from the front storm door to intercept and lock the patio door, but the house layout worked against her, she was barely through the foyer and living room when Robby managed to slide open the door. Heather stared at him in disbelief from the archway into the dining room. "Noooo!", she wailed. Robby laughed. "You are so in trouble now!" He placed the grocery bag on the table and tore off his own coat. "Nooooo!" Heather maneuvered to keep the dining room table between herself and Robby. Robby simply laughed and tried to reach her over the table. They circled the table twice, then Heather scrambled back through the archway, through the living room and to the foyer. She glanced over her shoulder to find the teen catching up to her, laughing maniacally, and she continued her run up the stairs. "No, no, no! Leave me alone! Get away from me!", she protested. Robby laughed harder and chased her up the stairs, stumbling on the second tread. He lost critical ground and by the time he had caught up to Heather, she was in the master bedroom, slamming the door in his face. He reached for her but pulled his fingers back from the jamb a spilt second too late. Cursing her loudly, he threw himself at the door and grabbed for the door knob, ignoring the sting from his pinched nail. Inside the bedroom, Heather grabbed for the doorknob to try and lock it, but Robby beat her to it. The much stronger young man twisted the knob effortlessly, pushing against the door and prying it open. Heather tried in vain to keep him out, but lost her balance and had to scramble away to stay upright. Robby threw open the door and gave her an evil grin. She looked around wildly but found herself on the wrong side of the room from the only other escape, the master bath. Robby followed her gaze. As Heather tried to make a last ditch effort to escape punishment, he threw himself across the bed, snagging her by the waist of her jeans, and pulled her towards him. "Gotcha!", he cried as she tumbled onto the bed with him. Heather struggled histrionically, but Robby effortlessly rolled her so that she was laying on the bed with him looking down on her. He began to kiss her fiercely. "You are such a bitch!", he remarked. Heather laughed. "Yep!" "You're a cocktease, a fucking cocktease!" Heather snuggled underneath him, reaching down to rub the bulge in his pants. "Only if it's a nice, big cock!", she whispered in his ear hotly. Robby groaned and began fumbling with her jeans. "You're a slut!" Heather began undoing his pants as well. "That's right, I'm a slut, a Robbyslut!" The horny young couple fumbled their jeans below their knees, then Robby was on top of Heather and his cock was in her tight and dripping cunt. There was little more talk as they frenziedly coupled. Heather scratched at his back through his shirt, while Robby reached under her to cup and fondle her asscheeks. A couple of his fingers reached down to caress her asshole, driving Heather crazy with need. Grunting incoherently, Heather began orgasming, coming even harder as her pussy contractions drove Robby over the edge as well. Exhausted, the young pair rolled apart, breathing heavily, their faces somewhat glazed with the intensity of their fuck. "Jesus!", panted Robby. "I'm starving.", commented Heather, stirring herself upright. "I can't imagine why.", he replied dryly. He pulled his pants up and crawled off the bed. "We need to refrigerate that stuff." Heather nodded in agreement and got up as well. She tossed off her parka and pulled a tank top from her luggage. Dressed, the two teens went back downstairs to put away the groceries and eat their subs. After lunch, Robby set their plates in the sink and tossed away the garbage. Taking Heather's hand, he grinned and said, "Let's go back upstairs." Surprisingly, Heather took her hand back. "Ummm, I've got a few things to take care of first. Give me a few minutes. I'll call you in a bit." Curious, Robby had little he could do but agree. As Heather went back upstairs, he began washing the dishes. Heather closed the door to the bedroom and rummaged through her overnight bag, reaching into the bottom and pulling out a small package in a drug store plastic bag. Blushing to herself, she took it into the bathroom and closed this door as well, locking it behind her. She knew she was alone, and that Robby wouldn't come in, but she was still mortified by what she was about to do. First, she stripped her clothing off completely and took a very quick shower. Stepping back out, she dried herself off and set the towel aside, then opened the bag and took the contents out. The only thing in the drug store bag was a home enema kit. She blushed furiously, embarrassed by her own embarrassment, and opened the kit. She filled the enema bag with warm and soapy water, then attached the hose and nozzle. She lay down on her left side, raising her right leg towards her chest, then nervously reached behind her to carefully insert the nozzle into her ass. Her rectum clenched around the nozzle as she nervously opened the valve and allowed the soap solution to run inside her. She lay on the bathroom rug and waited for the enema to do its work. This was the fourth time she had given herself an enema. Following her talk with Lauren, Heather went to a drug store and picked up a twin-pack enema kit. Her first home enema proved to be an absolute disaster, with leakage and a too cool water temperature and a generally awful result. Still, the teenaged girl was determined to at least give anal sex a try. Whenever Robby touched her there, she always felt a special thrill, and wanted to experience more. Her second experiment, a week later, went considerably better, and she even played with the small anal bead toy that Lauren had bought her. She even played with her larger vibrator, enjoying the sensations but worrying because of the initial discomfort it caused. Four days ago she had tried again, having what she thought of as a 'dress rehearsal.' She showered, gave herself an enema, and used both the small and large toys, gasping as she came from her first totally anal orgasm. She kept it up for what seemed to be forever, and decided to go for it with Robby on their special weekend. Heather could only hold the enema solution inside herself for a few minutes before nature took action and forced her onto the toilet. It was with considerable relief that the foul solution was expelled. She stayed on the toilet for several minutes more, ensuring she was clean, then took a second shower. It was now or never! She hid the enema kit back in her overnight bag and unlocked all the doors. Heather wrapped a little satin robe around herself, and padded barefoot back down the hall and the stairs. She found Robby in the living room, aimlessly flipping through the channels on the television, waiting for her summons. He looked at her and his eyes lit up. Flicking the remote off, he smiled and said, "Hi! What's up?" Heather came over and shyly took his hand. "Would you like to come upstairs for a while?" Robby stood and nodded. "Yeah, sure! So what's the big secret?" Heather ignored the question until she got to the bedroom. She pulled him inside and closed the door, then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him slowly and thoroughly. Stepping back, she slipped the robe off and tossed it aside, to stand in her naked glory before him. "Get undressed." Nodding mutely, Robby set a land speed record in undressing, so that in only seconds he was standing before her naked, his stiff cock pointing straight out and up towards her. She smiled and moved backwards, touching the bed with the back of her thighs, and crawled onto the covers. Robby came right with her, to lay down next to her. He began running his hands over her body, but Heather stopped him. "Robby, wait." The boy looked at her curiously, but stopped and rolled sideways slightly. "Can I ask you something?" "Yeah sure, what?!" Heather's face reddened, but she kept a sober expression on it. "Robby, you know how when we're making love, and sometimes you touch me, you know, back there?" Robby looked confused. "Uh, I guess. Back where? Your butt?" Heather nodded. "Uh, huh. Sometimes you touch my asshole, and it feels really good? And sometimes you've even put a finger in there, while we're having sex, and it feels good? I've told you this, remember?" Robby nodded, still not sure where the discussion was heading. "Well, I've decided I want to try something else, you know, take things a little further." Robby nodded again, though he didn't know why. He had no clue what Heather was talking about. "Robby, I want to have anal sex with you." Robby's eyes shot wide open. "I want you to fuck me in the ass!" "Holy shit!", whispered her boyfriend. Heather got very nervous. She wasn't sure what Robby would do, but this wasn't quite the reaction she had expected. "I mean, it's just an idea, we don't really have to, I mean if you don't want to..." Robby grinned and reached out to take her in his arms. "No it's not that. You just surprised me is all. I mean, you REALLY surprised me!" He lay back on the bed and eyed her curiously. "I thought girls didn't like that sort of stuff." Heather sat up and knelt next to Robby, reaching out to gently stroke his cock shaft. She shrugged. "I don't know, maybe. It's kind of weird, you know, what I'm supposed to like and what I do like. For instance, some girls say we shouldn't like blowjobs, since they're supposed to be demeaning and dirty and taste awful, okay? But I love to suck your cock! It's fun and I know you love it, and they make me feel good to know you're enjoying something I'm doing for you. I mean, I get really wet and turned on and come with you." "Yeah, you give a really awesome blowjob!", he agreed heartily. "You've made a comparison?", she teased him. Ignoring his heated denial, she continued, "So, I've been wondering when I hear some people say how, well, anal sex is so terrible, how it's dirty and painful and wrong. I really get turned on when you touch me there when we're making love!" "I promise to keep doing it!" "Thank you!", she answered laughingly. "So anyway, I just wondered if you wanted to try it, that's all. That's what I was doing up here, getting ready." She didn't volunteer any explanation of this and Robby didn't press. "Okay, I'm game, I guess." Robby sat up and crossed his legs. His erection hadn't softened at all. "Uh, how do we... I mean... uh, what position..." Heather shifted around to face him. "Listen, I asked Lauren about that. She says that it can be done in almost any of the regular positions... What? You can't say anything to her about this!" Robby's curious look stopped her in mid-sentence. "What in God's name would I possibly say?" Heather, mollified, went on. "She also said that the best way to start out is sort of like doggy style, me kneeling and you behind me, but not you know what you know where, but somewhere else. And she says to use some of this." She reached over and pulled the tube of KY from the top of the nightstand. "You'll need to get me a little greasy first. You, too." If Robby was somewhat intimidated by the technicalities raised in this conversation, it didn't show. His head was no longer directing his actions. Instead, they were guided solely by his cock, now anxiously awaiting some action. He absent-mindedly stroked it to keep it completely upright and ready. "Great! Okay!" He knelt on the bed expectantly. "Count me in!" Heather laughed and arranged herself in front of him, kneeling with her legs spread wide and her face down towards the pillows. Robby couldn't wait. Mesmerized by the sight, he pushed forward and buried his cock in his girlfriend's dripping cunt. Heather moaned and pushed back, saying, "That wasn't exactly the idea." "I couldn't help it. Complaining?" "No.", she admitted. Heather looked back over her shoulder. "Robby, uh, please be a little slow. You're sort of bigger than anything else I've put up there." "Like what?", he asked, mystified. He continued to slowly pump in and out of Heather's pussy. "My vibrator, I mean." Robby nodded his understanding. "So listen, try squirting some of that KY on my asshole and work in it, okay?" Robby nodded and picked up the tube of KY. Not precisely sure what to expect, he opened it carefully. Relieved that it was more of an ointment than an oil, he squeezed out a small drop on his forefinger and gently touched Heather's asshole. She practically purred at the sensation. Robby realized the tiny drop wouldn't be sufficient, so he squeezed out more on his fingers and began rubbing her asshole, pushing his finger inside. It slipped easily into the well lubricated opening, so he slipped a second finger inside as well. Heather began thrusting back fiercely at each new sensation. Encouraged, Robby reached down and stuck first one thumb, then the second inside, pulling the little brown ring open, and Heather moaned happily. "Oh, God, Robby! Fuck me in the asshole, fuck me in the asshole!", she begged. Amazed, Robby squirted one last dollop of KY on Heather's asshole and pulled his cock from her pussy. He used his right hand to guide his cockhead while his left attempted to hold her asscheeks apart and keep her anus open. Heather reached back with both hands, resting her shoulders on the pillows, and spread her cheeks wide. Aiming and pushing against her asshole with his cockhead, Robby fought to gain entrance. Then, suddenly, resistance ended and his cockhead popped inside her asshole. Heather gasped and tried to evade, but Robby hung on for dear life. She cried out, as much in surprise as from any possible pain. Robby finally realized there was a problem, and stopped. "Hey, I'm sorry. Let's stop." "Noooo!", wailed Heather. Already the pain was receding, succeeded by an overwhelming sensation of being filled and aroused. "No, just go a little slower, that's all!" "Uh, okay." Robby pushed forward again and this time his girlfriend didn't fight. He looked down and was amazed to see his cock slide slowly into her tiny little asshole. Heather gasped and moaned as the anal intruder pushed relentlessly forward. Finally, after a seeming lifetime, Robby looked down to find his pubic hairs nestled firmly against her butt; he was completely inside her asshole! "Oh my God!", she exclaimed. "Are you all right?", he asked. He knew if she demanded that he'd pull out. He'd probably go crazy, but he'd do it. "I am so all right! You have no earthly clue how good this feels.", she replied. "Just go slow and start fucking me, you know, in and out." Robby carefully pulled his cock out a couple of inches, eliciting a happy groan from Heather, then pushed back inward, groaning himself. "Do you like this?", she asked. "Oh, yeah!", he answered enthusiastically. Heather's pussy was perfect, juicy and tight, yet easily gotten into, but this was tight and hot beyond belief. Robby pulled out a little farther, and Heather began actively cooperating, shoving back as he drove forward. "More, more!", she begged. "Fuck my ass!" Robby began to lose control. Slamming in and out of Heather's ass, listening to her moan in orgasm, he could feel the pre-come pulsing from his cock into her butthole. The sensation was overwhelming. Thrusting forward, he grabbed her by the hips and plunged in, spewing his jism into her butt. He groaned and collapsed onto her back, pushing her down to the bedcovers. "Wow!", he panted out. He moved to roll away from Heather, but she reached around frantically and held him against her. "No, just stay there. I love how you feel inside me! Jesus, that felt so... intense!" Yeah." "Uh, Robby, do you think maybe, well, you know, I mean, could we..." "Again?" Heather looked back over her shoulder at him shyly and nodded. Robby laughed and leaned down, to nuzzle her ear and kiss her. "Give me a moment, but sure!" He could feel himself starting to revive, and figured that if he could keep his soft dick inside her tight, warm asshole, it wouldn't be too difficult to keep going. Robby's instincts proved correct. Within a few minutes he felt stiff enough to begin a slow motion fuck, laying atop her prone position. He lifted himself up on his forearms to keep from smothering her, but liked the overall result and stayed laying flat over her. Heather pushed her hands underneath her pelvis and began toying with her cunt as Robby fucked her ass slowly from above. This fuck took a bit longer, but that only increased the pleasure for both of them. Their orgasms were just as enjoyable as the preceding ones. After spewing his second load into Heather's bowels, Robby groaned and rolled off her back, his cock pulling loose from its greasy lodgment with a faint PLOP. He collapsed on the bed at her side, on his back, breathing heavily, as Heather moaned and sagged into the bedcovers. Slowly she pulled her hands out from underneath her lush body and she turned her head to meet his eyes. "Wow!", she said quietly. Robby could barely nod in agreement. "Yeah, wow!", he whispered hoarsely. He closed his eyes briefly, then opened them as he felt Heather nudge his side gently. He looked over at her. "You're falling asleep, Robby. You need to get up.", she said. Raising an eyebrow, he commented, "I was merely resting my eyes, but anyway, why do I need to get up?" Smiling sweetly at him, she answered, "You need a shower." "I'll grab one later." "You should grab one now." Her boyfriend looked to be ready to argue, so she added, "Robby, I don't want to sound gross, but have you given any thought to exactly where Little Robby's been this afternoon? You need a shower." Robby's eyes snapped open at this, and he quickly glanced down at his crotch, then up at the ceiling. "You're right, that's gross!" "Trust me, babe, but I'm not touching you again until you've cleaned up." She smirked at him as he rolled off the bed and staggered into the bath. The teen lazed on the bedcovers, luxuriating in her post-orgasmic bliss while her lover showered. She listened happily as the water turned on and off, the shower door opened and closed, even to the surprisingly loud sound of Robby dropping the soap. Her own eyes were drooping as Robby came back out of the bathroom. He grabbed his pants and smacked her pleasantly on the bottom. "Your turn, honey.", he told her with a laugh. He sat down on the edge of the bed and roused her awake. Heather nodded happily and climbed off the bed. Wandering into the bathroom, she felt a lingering soreness to her ass, and contemplated the oval shaped bath tub in the corner. Looking around, she noticed a bottle of bubble bath on the vanity. Her rear was feeling a little sensitive, and a bubble bath would feel very pleasant, indeed! "Robby, do you think anyone would mind if I took a bubble bath? Robby?" She glanced back out to the bedroom, only to discover her boyfriend sprawled flat on the sheets, breathing slowly and deeply, his eyes shut. Giggling, Heather grabbed her shorty black robe from the bedside and took it into the bathroom with her, along with her high heels and a pair of stockings from her bag. Then she closed the door, began to fill the bathtub, and proceeded to take a long and luxurious bubble bath, with the bath water as hot as she could stand and her hair pinned up in a bun to keep it dry. Finally, when she felt as if she was about to shrivel up and become a prune, she kicked the drain lever with a toe and climbed out of the tub. Her backside felt considerably better, though she suspected she would be sitting gingerly for a couple of days. She sat at the vanity and pulled on the thigh high stockings and her black stiletto pumps, then stood and wrapped the shorty robe around herself. She opened the door to the bathroom and gazed out at her beloved. Her beloved was snoring, and loudly at that. Heather almost laughed at him, but then noticed a stain on the bedcover. She nervously looked around the edge of the cover until she found the care instructions and then breathed a quiet sigh of relief. It could be washed in cold water and machine dried. Silently she snuck from the room and went back down to the first floor. It was only mid-afternoon. She could read or watch the TV until Robby woke up, and then maybe surprise him with some pre-dinner fun and games. By the time Robby awoke and came downstairs, with a shirt on but unbuttoned, it was almost six and Heather was in the kitchen preparing their dinner. The burgers were made and she had found the condiments and some cheese in the refrigerator, a very large Sub-Zero model. "Well, it's about time!", she commented as he came up behind her. Robby squeezed Heather's ass, and ran his fingers along her bottom, eliciting a quiet squeal of pain from the teen. She jumped and twisted away. "Hey, sorry.", he said with a degree of confusion. "No, it's all right, Robby, it's just, well, I'm kind of sensitive down there at the moment." "Oh man, I am so sorry! We should never, I should never..." Heather came back to him, facing him and wrapped her arms around him. "Ssshhhh! We didn't do anything that I didn't want to do. I wanted to try it and I'm glad we did. It's simply that I'm a little sensitive back there at the moment. It'll go away." She leaned back against the kitchen counter and smiled up at him. "Did you enjoy it?" Robby gulped and hesitated. If he told her the truth, that he loved fucking her ass, and she was lying about how much pain he had caused, would she hold it against him? And if he lied and said no, would she know and hold that against him? Better to tell the truth and be damned for that. Smiling, he nodded his head. "Yeah, it was something else! Kind of special and kind of nasty all at the same time." Heather laughed at nodded in agreement. "Yeah, exactly. Listen, this isn't something we're going to do every time, I mean, I need some time to myself ahead of time to get ready, you know, but I swear, we'll do this again. Okay?" Robby wasn't at all sure what Heather meant by preparation, but eagerly agreed. Heather pushed him towards the counter and said, "I'm not dressed for cooking. You just got promoted to cook and dishwasher." "Cook and dishwasher? And what's your job supposed to be?" "Well, if you behave yourself, dessert!" She sashayed jauntily over to a barstool and sat down, doing a 'Sharon Stone' impersonation with her legs as a final tease. Robby grinned and shook his head to himself, and went about his work. He was by no means any great shakes as a chef, but burgers were within his level of talent, and dinner went well. Heather continued to tease him throughout the cooking, eating, and dishwashing process. Finally, the kitchen clean, Robby took her by the hand and led her into the den. It was the first time Heather had been in this part of the house. The den was actually down a half flight of stairs from the living room, with a set of windows and a French door facing a small pond to the east side of the chalet. It was decidedly less formal than the living room, with a comfortable, lived-in feeling. Instead of a fancy stone fireplace, it had a wide-screen television and a stereo system. Several bookshelves were against one wall, and a cabinet next to the stereo had a large selection of video tapes and DVDs, both music and television. Robby sat down on the worn couch facing the television and motioned for Heather to join him. She went with him, sitting next to him, and watched as he looked around for the remote control. She was the one who found it on the floor next to the coffee table in front of them. She leaned back against him as he turned on the television and began flicking through the channels. She relaxed and watched as he flipped through to the local Union Valley station and began watching the local news. By the time the national news had started, she was stretched out on the couch, her head in his lap. Robby enjoyed seeing Heather stretched out on the couch, half laying across him. Her outfit left little to the imagination. The shorty robe had pulled up at the bottom, exposing her ass and hips completely, and was gaping open in the front, with one large breast spilling out. His cock was stiff in his pants, and he knew she had to be aware, since her head was resting on it, and she would occasionally move around and feel it stiffly pressing back against her head. By eight, Heather was feeling very horny. Robby's woody had been pressed against the back of her head for almost an hour, and she needed some relief. She knew he needed some relief. A sexy movie would be a good start. Wondering if Robby's cousin and his girlfriend had anything interesting in their video collection, she got to her feet. "Back in a second, honey." Heather headed back upstairs and freshened up in the master bath. She straightened her robe and stockings, then headed back downstairs. Kneeling besides the television, she began sorting through the video cabinet. She struck gold quickly. Towards the back, but not really hidden, was a small stack of adult video DVDs. Without letting Robby see what she was up to, she quickly looked through them to find something they both might like. While watching porno with Lauren, the teen had quickly come to the conclusion that the vast majority was for the pleasure of the guy only. Stuff that interested women was fairly rare. It took her a couple of minutes to determine the most likely selection, a movie that purported to show a pair of busty secretaries working at a radio station, KUNT. Looking back over her shoulder, she asked, "Robby, did you want to watch anything special tonight." Her boyfriend shrugged and shook his head. "Not particularly." "How about a movie?" "Yeah, sure. What do you have in mind?" Heather didn't answer. "You'll like it.", she replied obliquely. She found the DVD player and hit the button to open the drawer, placed the DVD inside, and then closed the drawer. Thankfully, the system was set to automatically start playing; she wouldn't have to figure out all the buttons. While the first few seconds began running, she moved back to the couch and lay down again, her head in Robby's lap. It took almost a minute for Robby to work through the Start sequence of the DVD player, and then he froze in place. "Whoa!", he exclaimed, looking down at the teenaged girl in his lap who was rubbing his johnson through his pants. "Is this for real?!" "Don't you want to watch?", she asked demurely. 'Uh, yeah. I mean, you do know what this thing is, right?" Heather laughed. "Yeah! Do you?" "Maybe not as well as you, I guess. Have you ever seen a dirty movie before?", he asked. "Robby, I've even got a couple down under my bed!", she told her incredulous boyfriend. "No shit!? Wow!" "What about you, mister? Have you ever seen one before?", she teased him. The first sex scene had already begun, a blowjob by the blonde with one of the DJs. "Not really.", he admitted. "I mean, I've seen parts of one, but not like this, the whole thing, alone, with a girl, I mean you, I mean..." Robby's face turned beet red as Heather laughed at him. "Well you just tell me if you like something, and maybe I'll do it to you. I did say I was dessert didn't I?" Heather teased him another few moments and then relaxed to watch the movie with Robby. She didn't do anything more than rub his erection through his pants through the first sex scene, but by the second, she wanted to take a more active role. After the station manager, a brunette, ordered the second secretary, another brunette, to take a client to dinner and secure a contract no matter how, Heather began undoing his pants. "Get undressed.", she said, helping to tug Robby's pants off. Robby stood up and stripped off his trousers and shorts, then tugged off his shirt and sat back down naked, his stiff cock pointing proudly upward. Heather lay down on the couch on her side, her face in Robby's crotch, and began to lick and suck his dickhead. Robby groaned happily as Heather fellated him. He was very aroused and Heather was providing an excellent blowjob. She knew exactly how to treat her lover orally. Many times she would do so slowly, dragging out the pleasure to make him last longer, but not tonight. Robby's hands were in her hair, urging her on silently, and she Hoovered his cock as she stroked it. Robby came long before the client on the screen did. Heather licked her lover's softening cock clean, then turned her face towards his. "I think you liked that.", she giggled. "I think I loved that!", he replied emphatically. He helped Heather roll over, to lay across his lap, and gazed down on her. Her shorty robe had come undone again, twisted around beneath her, so he helped the girl peel it off. She lay there, happily expectant, waiting for him to begin touching her. Robby glanced at the screen. The latest scene involved the station manager thanking the two secretaries for their hard work, a thank you which consisted of the three women getting undressed and screwing each other on her desk. Lesbian scenes didn't do all that much for the boy, but he noticed Heather watching them closely, and found his attention drawn to her. She gasped as he began to flick his fingertips over her tits and nipples. When he slid a finger between her thighs to enter her hot and wet cunt, her back arched and she came, loudly. Robby continued this pleasant torture all through the rest of the scene and into the next, where the blonde took on three salesmen in the conference room. The blonde, an impressive monument to silicone technology, was airtight before the end of the scene, with a cock in her pussy, ass, and mouth, all at the same time. Robby only stopped when Heather started shaking as she orgasmed intensely, a sheen of sweat covering her flushed breasts. He was stiff enough to fuck a second time, so he helped her upright. The girl's eyes were slightly dazed and out of focus as he helped her into position. So that they could both watch the conclusion of the film, Robby had her sit on his lap, his legs spread wide and hers splayed even wider. Heather moaned as she was lowered down onto his cock. He pressed her fingers into her crotch as she bounced on him obscenely, riding him lewdly while he cupped her tits from behind. Despite his earlier come, Robby didn't last appreciatively longer in this second fuck, before filling her pussy with his jism. Heather barely noticed, she was coming so hard herself. Robby waited for Heather to come down for the orgasm before lifting her off his lap and setting her gently to one side. "You care about watching the rest?", he asked. The girl shook her head negatively, and he nodded in agreement. They stood up and grabbed their clothes, and Heather returned the DVD to its box. They turned off the television and the lights and went upstairs to bed. Heather fell asleep in his arms immediately after kissing him good night. She had barely had enough energy to remove her stockings and heels. The next morning the amorous teens woke early, in Robby's case earlier than he wanted. Heather was nudging him awake. "You're snoring!", she complained. The boy sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "I do not snore!", he protested. Heather loudly mimicked his snores, laughing intermittently at him. "Only louder!" "I do not snore!", he repeated. "I stayed up one night and proved it!" It was an old line from a Three Stooges movie, but it seemed appropriate. "Bullshit!", she howled in laughter. Heather crawled out of bed, shivering slightly in the early morning chill, and went into the bathroom. She returned thirty minutes later, teeth clean, breath fresh, body washed, and bladder empty. She found Robby on his back, snoring again. Snorting in derision, she nudged him awake. "Your turn. We need to get up and get going, remember?" Robby groaned and nodded. When he came out of the bathroom, with his pants on, he found Heather reclining naked under the covers, a sly smile on her face. "I guess we woke up early. Any ideas on how we can kill a little time?", she asked coyly. She pulled the covers back to display her ample charms. Robby's eyes widened and he glanced at the clock on the nightstand. There was more than enough time; it was barely seven! He shucked off his pants and crawled in with her. Heather was a considerable improvement over the cold outside of the covers. The pair had made love all night Friday, Saturday they had spent the day fucking. Now they took this last opportunity to make love again, twice, more vigorously perhaps than on Friday night, but no less passionately and no less intensely than they had fucked the day before. It was mid-morning before they were clean and back downstairs, dressed and preparing to leave. Their luggage, such as it was, was waiting by the front door. Their breakfast of bacon and eggs was eaten and the dishes were washed. They were simply waiting for the laundry to finish washing. Heather, drawing on her 'Domestic Goddess' talents honed by caring for Lauren's children and her own apartment had insisted on two loads of wash. The first had been the bedspread messed up on Saturday afternoon, then she had stripped the sheets off the bed for a second load. Robby helped by showing where the clean sheets were stored and assisting in making the bed. They planned on being gone by noon, to avoid any embarrassment by still being around when Jack and Lisa came home. Instead, their hosts pulled in almost an hour early. The teens looked guiltily at each other after hearing the car pull into the driveway. "You guys are home early.", he commented as Jack opened the door. "Catch you up to something, did we?", was the laughing response. "No!", protested Robby fiercely. He had actually been giving that idea some thought; Heather was wearing jeans and a cable knit sweater with absolutely nothing underneath it, and her tits were jiggling invitingly. Robby's cousin laughed again, then turned and held the door open for his girlfriend. He saw Heather standing quietly to the side and smiled at the nervous girl. "Hi. I'm Jack Jones and this is Lisa Santiago. You must be Heather." "Yes sir. Uh, thank you for letting us house-sit for you." Jack Jones was a large guy, though not as large as Peter, standing about six foot tall and weighing in somewhere around 200 pounds, she guessed. He had a square and blocky face, with an incongruous pair of dimples, and a nose that looked very broken, like a boxer's. He was thirty years old, Robby had told her. "No problem, and you don't have to call me sir." Lisa came in and greeted Robby with a kiss on the cheek, then walked over to where Heather was standing by the laundry room off the kitchen. She turned to the guys and said, "You two can go bring in the luggage." She smiled at Heather as she turned back to her. "It's nice to finally meet you. Robby told me about you." Heather looked at Lisa curiously. Despite the Spanish surname, Lisa Santiago was a tall and willowy blue-eyed blonde. She was also fairly pregnant. "When did Robby tell you anything, and what did he say?" "We've met several times, at Jack's parents. I guess the last time was at the funeral last fall. That was when..." Heather blushed beet-red. That had been the time when Robby had arranged to use Jack's house to screw Heather for the first time. "This is so embarrassing!", she said. Lisa laughed and wrapped an arm around the teen's shoulders. "Don't be silly! What could be more natural than wanting to spend time alone with a guy you're in love with. Just try to be a little more careful about it than some of us." She placed her hands on her protruding belly and giggled. Heather's eyes opened wide at this comment. She noticed now that Lisa was wearing a large diamond ring on her ring finger, one at least as large as the one Peter had given Lauren. She was also several years younger than Jack. "I didn't think..." Lisa laughed again. "Don't worry, lighten up some. I know we're putting the cart before the horse, so to speak, but hey, shit happens." "So you weren't planning this?", asked the teen curiously. The bell on the dryer went off and she moved to open it. Lisa followed Heather and the pair began folding the clean sheets. "Not like this. We had been talking about marriage, and whether we wanted children or not, but after I told Jack, he asked me that night." "When's the wedding? Lauren - she's my guardian - is getting married in June." "September." Lisa noticed Heather's eyes widen again, as the girl began working months in her head. Laughing, she said, "Junior here is due the beginning of June, but I always wanted the big wedding with the fancy gown and all, so he can come in a stroller. I'm going to shrink back down before we get married and go on our honeymoon." "Where are you going?" "Hedonism II, in Jamaica." She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "It's clothing optional, and I am going to fit back into a bikini if I have to starve myself!" "Oooh!", said a surprised girl. "Um, I have to ask, if, uh, Junior - is it really a boy?" Lisa nodded happily and Heather continued. "If Junior was a surprise, well, what happened? I'm not ready for any surprises, you know?" Lisa nodded sympathetically. "Listen, the only thing that is absolutely foolproof is keeping your legs crossed, and that's not all that realistic, is it. What do you use, the Pill?" "Yeah." "I was using a diaphragm. So anyway, one day last fall, Jack and I were taking a walk out through the woods, and he started fooling around and I didn't have it in. I mean, it was the middle of the afternoon for Pete's sake. We were in our grubbys! Well, it was just that one time, but guess what? Here we are today." "Do you want the baby?" "Oh, sure, that was never really the question, and I was never worried about Jack, either. He's happy, too. Like I said, we were already talking about getting married, so this just gave us the final push." She took the folded up bedclothes and led the way upstairs. "Just you be careful, okay!" Heather nodded in agreement. ------- Chapter 31: Grounded "Christ, Heifer, you really are such a slut!" Heather tried to ignore the comment, but it was too crude to pass up. She turned to face the girl who had said it. It was Cynthia Babbish, 'Cindy' to all the boys slobbering after her. They were in the locker room after fourth period gym class, fresh from the showers and dressing, and Cynthia was trying to cause some trouble. Truth be told, neither girl was a favorite of the other. They had known each other since junior high and cordially disliked each other almost as long. Heather considered the other girl a snooty stuck up bitch, and Cynthia thought Heather was a flirty, man-hungry bitch. Cynthia was a tall and slim blonde, with a heart shaped face and the high cheek bones of a model. She moved like the ballet dancer she had once trained to be, and was very popular with the boys. Their dislike had intensified earlier in the semester when Cynthia's boyfriend, Chad Pennington, had hit on Heather several times. Heather secretly considered him a perfect match for Cynthia. Tall and devastatingly handsome, he was also incredibly shallow and superficial, thinking his father's money and the sports car it had bought him made up for his slick and facile charm. When he had asked her out, she had asked him if Cynthia wasn't taking care of business properly. With an easy grin, he had replied that business was good, but that he was looking to 'upgrade.' Heather had laughed him off, but only after waving to Cynthia, who had overheard everything from behind his back and was approaching with a full head of steam! The pair had broken up within minutes. Cynthia blamed Heather for leading her boyfriend astray, and Heather couldn't care enough to even bother trying to set the blonde straight, and didn't believe it would work anyway. Since then, Cynthia had been sniping at the buxom brunette whenever possible, and Heather had happily returned insult with insult. "You got a problem?", Heather asked, turning to face her tormentor. She had dropped her towel and was standing naked in front of her locker, stepping into a pair of black thong panties. "I said, only a slut shaves her cunt, but that's you, isn't it?" Heather grinned and pulled her thong up, snugging it and adjusting the fit. "Robby doesn't like to get hair in his teeth." Several girls around her giggled at this. "What about you, Cynthia? Do you mind getting pussy hair in your teeth?" "You fucking bitch!" "Hey, you're the one staring at my pussy." Heather picked her bra from the hook in the locker; it was a lacy black demi-bra that matched the thong. "Heifer's the right name for you. You've really got a pair of udders.", replied the incensed blonde. "Jealousy is so beneath you, don't you think?", answered a smirking Heather. Cynthia really wasn't up to exchanging barbs with her, she thought. "You really are a fucking slut. Planning on bragging about that dork of a boyfriend again?" "Not getting enough, Cynthia, now that Chad went for an upgrade?" "I get plenty!", yelled Cynthia. "New shipment of batteries come in?", said Heather sweetly. She stepped into her jeans and pulled them up, then adjusted the thong so the straps could be seen. She pulled a sweater from the locker. When pulled down, it covered her waist completely, but almost any activity would cause it to rise up, exposing an inch of waist and her thong. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" "DYKE!", screamed Heather. Cynthia was swinging an arm back to slap Heather when Mrs. Boyce, the gym teacher rounded the corner and stepped in between them. "All right, settle down! Knock it off, KNOCK IT OFF!" She glared at the two girls. "I've had about enough crap from the pair of you. I think a detention would do you both a world of good!" "Detention! What did I do?! That's not right!", protested Heather. "You're right, it isn't. Make that three detentions!", said Mrs. Boyce, whirling to face Heather. "This is so unfair!", protested Cynthia. "The next step is an in-school suspension? Feeling lucky?" Cynthia was on the verge of an answer, but her mouth snapped shut in time. She spun away and finished dressing. "I'll see you two girls in my office after school for the next three days." Since it was Friday afternoon, that meant the following Monday and Tuesday were detention days as well. Cynthia managed to dress first and headed out the door to the hallway. Heather followed a minute later, but the gym teacher stopped her. Not wanting a probable confrontation in the hallway, she directed Heather out the other door, through the gym. "This sucks!", muttered Heather under her breath as she moved through the gym to the double doors leading to the other main hallway of the school. "Shit!" At 5:30, when Heather left the school grounds, she dejectedly began walking home. It was almost a two mile walk in the late February bluster, but she was spared when she saw someone she knew. Groaning, she rolled her eyes and walked over to where Lauren had parked her car and was standing in front of the school waiting for her. "What? You thought I wouldn't find out?", Lauren asked. "Who told you?", said Heather evasively. "I got a call from the school, and then I called my mother. She was at the house when the kids got home and she told me you had called her and said not to tell me. Don't worry, she didn't. I simply told her I knew and she agreed with me." Lauren got in the car, and a few seconds later, Heather climbed in her side. "So what happened?" During the drive home, Heather told her side of the story. "It was so unfair!", she protested. "Yes, I'm sure it was. It's just too bad, I mean, what with the rule and all." "What rule?", asked Heather. "Oh, you know the rule, the one about detention grounding you." "WHAT!?" "Yeah, grounding you until the end of detention, remember that rule?" Lauren was making it up as she went, but it seemed like a good idea. "That is so not right!", protested the teen. Lauren pulled the minivan into her driveway and turned off the engine, but didn't get out. Turning to face her young friend, she waved a pointed index finger under the girl's nose. "Listen here, missy, I let you get away with quite a bit around here, but enough is enough. The school needs to set you down, then I need to set you down. You are in my detention until Wednesday." 'But Robby and I are going out tonight!", wailed Heather. Lauren simply shook her head in the negative. "Tomorrow?", asked the girl weakly. Again, Lauren shook her head. "Shit!", she muttered. "What was that?", asked Lauren, knowing perfectly well what it was. "Nothing.", answered Heather, averting her eyes. Lauren got out of the car and Heather followed, but only after muttering, "Shit!", to herself again. Shirley smiled at both Lauren and Heather when they came in the house. Heather returned a significantly frostier smile. "Traitor!", she whispered, which only caused Lauren's mother to laugh loudly. Shirley pulled her coat on and left after kissing her grandchildren goodbye. Shortly thereafter, just after six, both Peter and Robby showed up, Peter following Robby up the driveway. "Hold up, buster. Give me a hand here." Peter handed Robby a large and warm bag, then took a second himself and led the way to the front door. He knocked and entered. "Dinner's here!" The thunder of little feet presaged the arrival of Jimmy and Holly. "What's for dinner?", asked an excited Holly. Jimmy simply ran straight into the kitchen and looked at the bags on the counter. "Chinese?" "You like egg rolls.", replied Lauren. She pulled some plates out of the cupboard and began pulling white cardboard containers from the bags. "What'd you get?", she asked her fiancé. "What didn't I get! I think I got one of everything." He washed his hands at the kitchen sink, then pulled a chair out from the kitchen table for Lauren. Holly promptly sat down in it, much to her mother's annoyance. She pulled a second one out, and this one was stolen by Heather. "Don't push your luck." Heather stuck her tongue out, sucking it back in before Lauren could grab it. "We can go double or nothing, you know." "What's going on?", asked Peter, confused. "She's grounded until Wednesday.", explained Lauren. Robby hooted in laughter. "Detention at home, too!? I should have known." "Don't start with me.", hissed Heather. "What are you going to do, go for the upgrade?!" Robby laughed loudly. "It was all over the school!" He had to explain to Peter what he heard had happened. Peter almost choked on his moo goo gai pan but swallowed before laughing at the glaring teen. "An upgrade? Her boyfriend called you an upgrade?" Lauren began laughing, too. "What a loser!" Heather refused to elaborate on what had occurred that had caused the detentions to be given, and Lauren let it slide. Peter changed the subject by asking, "So, Heather, when do you take your college boards, the SATs?" "Not for another month or so." "Any idea what you want to take in college?" Heather nodded tentatively. "I was thinking of math..." "Math!", exclaimed Lauren. She hated math. Heather ignored the outburst. "... I was thinking of becoming a teacher, maybe a math teacher." Much to Lauren's consternation, Peter nodded in agreement. She couldn't imagine the girl going to school for math. "What in the world would you do with a math degree?" Heather gave her a confused look and began to speak, but Peter rescued her. "What couldn't she do? Math is the fundamental language for all the sciences. You can't learn science without math." He looked at the girl and said, "My grad degrees are in math." Lauren gaped at him. "Degrees? Multiple?" He nodded. "A master's in operations research and another in applied math." "I thought you worked in computers.", said Robby curiously. "I do. At anything above the junior college level, it's all math anyway. We simply use computers to model mathematics in the real world." He explained several applications that Heather picked up on eagerly, though Robby and Lauren were totally mystified. "So, where do you plan on going to school?" Now the teen was totally lost. "Uh, where's a good place for math?" "I liked MIT." "You went to MIT?", she asked excitedly. "Yeah, but it's what you want to do, not me." "I was planning on talking to the guidance counselor at school during the college night at the end of school.", said Lauren. It was Peter's turn to stare curiously. "Why in the world would you do that?" "Well, it's her job, isn't it?" Peter made a wry expression. "Well, no, not really." He held up a hand to forestall any questions. "Hold on, hold on. You want her to go to a good school, right? And get some scholarships, right? And have some fun, too, right?" "Of course! What a silly question!" "Okay then, here's the god's honest truth. You can not leave it up to the guidance counselor. If you do, Heather's going to be studying English lit at UVCC or Blaine State. You need to do this on your own." "I don't understand." Lauren stared across the table at her fiancé, seeing him with a deadly serious expression. "Uh, have you met the guidance counselor? What did you think of him or her?" Lauren opened her mouth to answer, then gave the question some thought. She had met the woman only once, after Heather's parents had died. She had been called in, made to wait forty-five minutes, then been given a pamphlet on the warning signs for teen suicide. "Maybe not much.", she admitted. "She's an idiot.", agreed Robby. "She's like a bad joke." This was all news to Lauren, so she listened closely as Peter continued. "I'm not saying that all guidance counselors are lousy, but an awful lot of them are psychologist wannabes. They get graded on how many kids get into colleges and how many get scholarships, and that's it. For the average guidance counselor, it's better to get 100 percent of the students into a community college than it is to get 90 percent into Harvard." Lauren stared. "That's not right!" Peter shrugged. "That's the way it is. The same applies to scholarships. It's better to get all the kids at UVCC a $500 scholarship than that 90 percent of them get a free ride at Harvard." "You're kidding me, right?" Surprisingly, it was Robby who spoke up. "No, that's what my parents said last year, when my sister Ginny was picking out colleges. She had really good grades and SATs, and Mrs. Beresford was pushing her to go to Blaine State. Now she's at Northwestern!" Lauren shook her head in despair. "You make it sound impossible." Peter shook his head. "No, it's just not easy, but if you want Heather to go to a decent school you're going to do the work, not let the school do it. Hey, after we're married, I'll have to help, won't I? It'll be my job, right?" He grinned at this. Turning to Robby, he asked, "So what do you want to study in school." "I have no freaking idea!" Robby stayed until almost ten, at which time Heather walked him out to his truck to see him off. Lauren looked ominously at her watch, reminding the teen that she was grounded, and wasn't going anywhere with him. Heather gave her a dirty look, then walked Robby to the truck. "Sorry about this.", she commented. Robby laughed. "So, you can make it up to me next week!" He opened the door to his truck and climbed up into the seat, turning the key in the ignition as he settled into place. Heather came closer, nestling up against him to kiss him. Laying her hands on his left thigh, she brought her lips to his ear. "I was planning on being nice to you tonight." "Oh really?" "Mmm, hmmm." She seductively moved her hands along his leg, knowing the torment she was inflicting on him. "I was going to invite you downstairs once the kids went to sleep. I wanted to keep the lights on. You know I like that, don't you." Robby suddenly found his throat getting dry. He rasped out a weak, "Yes." Heather rubbed his thigh suggestively, causing her boyfriend's growing erection to stiffen further. "Would you like to know what I was going to do? I was going to take off my clothing first, well maybe not everything, just my shirt and pants. Underneath, I'm wearing this tiny little bra. It's very low cut and lacy, black and transparent. Did you know I can see my nipples right through it? At least the part of my nipples that don't show at the top." Robby swallowed and stared at her hungrily, his eyes gravitating to her chest, as if he could will himself to X-ray vision. "My panties are part of a matching set, black and lacy and see-through. Only they're not really panties, they're more of a thong, very small. So small, in fact, that I can feel them riding up between my pussy lips.", she continued. By now she was openly fondling his cock through the front of his jeans. Robby moaned in delight. "I think after I got undressed I was going to take your clothes off. I wanted the lights on so I could see it, stiff and hard. It would be stiff and hard, right?" Robby nodded weakly. "Well, I'm sure it would be, because I'd be on my knees, sucking it. You like when I suck your cock, don't you? I'd take a long, long time sucking it, licking your cockhead and stroking it, licking your balls. That would feel good, wouldn't it? Then, just as I had you on the verge, I'd reach between your legs and tickle your asshole." Heather was breathing hotly into his ear even as she stroked him through his pants. "You like it when I tickle your asshole." It was the final visualization of Heather playing with his ass that drove the boy over the edge. He knew it was wrong, that only faggots got off by doing that, that he could never tell anybody that he liked it, not even a doctor or a priest or anybody, because it was something only faggots would do, but he loved it when Heather did it. Groaning loudly, his eyes shut tightly, Robby lost control. His cock throbbing, his jism pulsed into his shorts. Laughing, Heather stroked the warm and wet spot at the front of his jeans. "Too bad we'll have to wait 'til next weekend now." "Shit!", he replied weakly. "You're an evil, evil person, Heather MacKenzie." "Now you won't have to go home and jerk off will you?" "Is that what you're going to do?", he countered. "Pull your toy box out from under your bed and play?" She leaned in, stroking the wet spot on his pants and licking his earlobe. "With the big one in my pussy and the little one in my ass.", she whispered. Robby's cock throbbed and he put the truck in gear. "An evil, evil person!" When she returned to the house, a smug look of satisfaction on her face, she found Lauren sitting in the living room with Peter, an open bottle of wine between them. "Kids in bed?", she asked. "Uh, huh. You need to be getting to sleep yourself. Peter and I need to go to the lawyers' office tomorrow morning." "Oh, that's right, the prenups are done, aren't they?" Lauren nodded and waved good night to the teen. The prenups were indeed finally done, a monumental exercise in waste to her mind. They had even wrangled through Heather's guardianship paperwork, much to the girl's distress, before finalizing everything. Now she and Peter were going to the final signing on a Saturday morning, the only time they would both be able to take the time off together. Peter could basically set his own schedule, but Lauren was going to be using all of her vacation and personal days during her wedding and honeymoon, and didn't want to push the limits. Peter refilled their glasses and got to his feet. He did a walk around, turning out various room lights and checking the doors before returning to sit next to Lauren on the couch. He lifted an arm behind her head and the buxom brunette nestled in beside him. She sipped her wine, then said, "I'm sorry, but I can't figure out the time line. You're only thirty, you've got two graduate degrees and you've been with your company, what, eight or nine years? It just doesn't work out." "Ah, I was wondering what was on your mind. It does work out, if you remember that I'm a super-geek." "Huh?" "Okay, new timeline, what if I skipped the second grade, then graduated high school at the end of my junior year, not my senior year?" Lauren's brow knitted. "You're telling me you graduated high school at the age of sixteen?!" Peter nodded. "And your parents sent you to MIT at sixteen?" At this, he shook his head. "They weren't that silly. I went to Springfield State for two years, until I was eighteen, then transferred. It gets crazier. By the time I got through my sophomore year at Springfield State, I had three years of credits that I took with me." "So you only had to go to school at MIT one more year?!" He shrugged. "It really doesn't work quite like that. As long as I was there, I started taking graduate courses. I had my bachelors and the two masters by the time I was 22 and quit." "Why'd you quit? You could have been a doctor or something!" Peter laughed. "I almost did. But Dad was retiring, along with his wonderful health insurance, and I had to get a job in the real world and make some real money." "But why Union Valley? You could be in Silicone Valley or something.", she pressed. "It's Silicon Valley. Silicone Valley is something you watch on late night television." Lauren blushed and nudged him with her elbow. "Seriously? I don't want to live in Silicon Valley. I like it here. I got the offer and it was close enough to my family without them breathing down my neck. I make good money and got a piece of the pie, too. Why shouldn't I stay here?" "Why shouldn't you." Lauren nodded in agreement. She thought some more and said, "Something I don't get. You told me that you were still a virgin when you went off to college, and you didn't manage to lose it until your sophomore year. You were, what, seventeen then?" Peter nodded agreement, distastefully remembering his ancient history. "You weren't that much older than me!" He shrugged in agreement. "Hey, what can I say, your boyfriend was getting lucky halfway through high school. I was a big grownup kid in college!" He laughed. "I know, it really doesn't make any sense, but that's what it was like. I was way older than you when I was seventeen than when you were seventeen." Lauren snorted at this. "Whatever. I think you gave yourself way too little credit. Maybe if you'd met me instead of that other girl, you would have gotten luckier. I think you were probably a sexy sweetheart back then." Peter laughed. "Then why should I have needed to get buffed up, huh? There was a benefit to it after all, remember." Lauren snuggled up against Peter and asked, "What time is our appointment tomorrow, nine? Why shouldn't you stay here tonight, and we can go over in the morning together?" Peter raised his eyebrows and glanced at the stairs. "Upstairs, in your room?" Lauren blushed. "No, not yet anyway. What about down here? Lay out a comforter and some pillows, maybe a blanket or two, nobody would think twice about you being down here in the morning." "And where might you be?", he asked with a sly smile. "Well, I'd have to keep a close eye on our guest, wouldn't I?" She returned his sly smile. "Sounds like a plan." Lauren stood up and finished her wine. "Give me a few minutes to freshen up?" She went up the stairs and Peter stood up as well. He was tossing a comforter to the floor in front of the fireplace when he heard a scrabbling of paws and Goldy bounded down the stairs and over to him. "Put her out for a bit.", sounded faintly from the upstairs hallway. He scratched the retriever behind the ears, then led her to the back door. Peter tied her to the leash and let her run, closing the door behind her. He spent the next several minutes cleaning up the remaining dishes, picking up the wine glasses and empty bottle, and straightening up the living room. Goldy's whining and scratches told him she was finished, so he let the dog back inside. She promptly scampered back up the stairs and into Jimmy's room. After letting Goldy out of her son's room, Lauren continued down the hall to her own room. Her body was already tingling in anticipation of the remainder of the night. She might not be able yet to sleep with Peter in the safety and comfort of her own bed, but making love for hours in front of the fireplace certainly seemed far more romantic! Stripping hurriedly, she hopped into the shower and turned the water on. It had barely had a chance to warm up before she had turned the faucet off, to jump back out and quickly towel herself dry. Naked, she went to her closet and looked around for something suitable, sexy but not too outrageous. It was, after all, possible that one of her children might see her! She settled on the long silk kimono robe, luxuriating in its heavy and warm comfort. She brushed out her hair, brushed her teeth, sprayed a little perfume between her breasts and down lower as well, then tightly belted the kimono around herself. She snuck quietly down the hall, to rejoin her lover in the living room. She found her fiancé seated on the comforter leaning against the front of the couch, a pair of pillows behind his back and the coffee table pushed off to the side. Most of the lights were off, all except a single table lamp to the side. She moved to it to turn it off. "Leave it on.", Peter asked. She looked at him curiously, smiling. "You're so beautiful." She went back to him and sank down onto the floor, blushing. "I can't believe it's really happening. We're actually going to get married!", she said quietly. "Now you can start planning a wedding and I can start remodeling a house.", he replied with a laugh. Neither of their lawyers had allowed any contracts related to either plan to be signed prior to the prenups being finished. She shook her head in amazement. "It's like a dream. I swear! I love you so much, Peter, I swear, I'll be a good wife." Peter stared at her. Of course she would be a good wife; what more could he ever ask for? He grinned evilly. "I don't know... I mean, I've been wondering..." Lauren looked at him nervously. "Wondering? About what!?" "Well,", he said with a nonchalant shrug. "I've got my standards, you understand. I mean, how do I really know if you're going to be a good wife. Good enough, I should say." Lauren opened her mouth in amazement. "A husband has... needs... and a wife, a good wife, has to be able to handle those needs. How do I know you really are going to be a good wife?" "Really? You need some proof, do you?", she asked, a disbelieving tone to her voice. "A fellow needs to be careful.", he teased back. He settled back against the pillows and the couch, stretching his legs out in front of him. "Maybe we need, I don't know, maybe an audition?" Lauren moved closer to him and began undoing the buttons on his shirt. "Well, I'd hate for you to think I wasn't up to performing my wifely duties. Maybe I need to convince you I'll be able to handle them properly." She peeled his shirt back, exposing his muscular chest, then moved on to his pants. When she had them pulled down below his knees, along with his briefs, she ran her hands across his stiff cock waving in the still night air. "Maybe I can convince you to give me a shot, hmmm?" First she leaned in and began kissing his lips, soft, feathery caresses that barely registered to his skin. Then she left his lips, flicked across his chin, down his throat, and began licking and nibbling on his chest. She was taking longer to work south, down his abdomen, around and across his navel, and she kept slowly moving her lips lower. By the time she began nuzzling against his cock, Peter was breathing raspingly, and a large bead of pre-come was quivering on the tip of his cock. Silently, Lauren opened her mouth and took the very tip of his cock inside, then closed her lips around it. She immediately began sucking furiously, and pushed her head forward, licking the shaft as it went deeper into her mouth. Both of her hands began to cares his crotch, with one stroking his shaft while the other reached between his legs, tracing patterns around his balls and dipping down, to gently caress the area between his balls and his asshole. Peter's eyes closed as he suffered the most damnably tormenting blowjob of his life. Lauren was keeping him on the very brink of explosion. His cockhead felt like she was about to suck it off completely, and his balls were pumping out gallons of pre-come into her mouth, which she was very noisily sucking down and swallowing. He reached down with both hands and entwined his fingers in her hair, holding her head gently in place, even as his hips began their involuntary thrusting motion upwards, forcing his prick even deeper into her mouth. Within moments it became too much for him. Groaning loudly, he thrust upwards and pushed her head down firmly, as he began spewing come into her mouth. Lauren found herself unable to breathe, with his cock pushing against the back of her throat, but she didn't care. Gulping, she swallowed his come and pumped his cock dry with her hands, draining him thoroughly. Only after he had sagged back against the pillows and his hands had dropped lifelessly to his sides did she pull back and sit up, smiling at him. "How'd you like the audition?" "Wow!", he gasped, his eyes not precisely focusing. Then he caught his breath and looked at her. His future wife had an amazingly smug look on her face. "Uh, I mean to say, it was certainly adequate. Yes, very adequate." "Oh really?" "Uh, I mean it really was above average. Well above..." Lauren gave him a disbelieving stare. While she had only had five lovers in her entire life, and given hummers to only four of them, she had been giving blowjobs for over half her life and knew for a fact she was pretty good at it. Certainly there had never been a complaint, and they had all loved the fact that she swallowed. That had just been one hellacious cocksucking she had just given Peter, and he knew it, too! She nestled up against him, reaching down to take his limp prick in her fingers, and rested against his shoulders. "Well, I'd hate to see you settle for a wife who was only adequate at handling your needs. Maybe you should be considering looking for another candidate, one who was better qualified." Peter hugged her against his naked torso. "That's all right. I think the best thing to do might be to simply stay with the present candidate and make sure she has sufficient on-the-job training." Lauren smiled as she felt Peter's cock beginning to stiffen again. "That's what you think, huh?" Peter moaned as she manipulated him back to full stiffness. "Yeah.", he whimpered. Lauren shifted around, straddling his legs. She reached between them to spread her pussy lips open and lowered her dripping cunt onto his cock. "Shut up and start fucking!", she ordered. Peter trapped her fingers between them, keeping them at her pussy, and Lauren began rubbing her clit fiercely. Peter pulled her robe down, exposing her tits completely, then pulled her forward. Lowering his face to her massive breasts, he began licking and sucking her aroused and sensitive nipples. Now it was Lauren's turn to gasp and shudder. She tried to pull her hands from her cunt, but Peter held them in place, not caring that she was overloading her senses. He wanted her overloaded, to feel the largest and most desperate orgasm possible. His first come had removed his immediate urgency, but his second still came too fast, and she was only in her third peak when he grunted and exploded inside her pussy, filling it with come. Lauren collapsed against him, her body twitching in extended bliss, even as she fought to regain her normal breathing. Gently, Peter rolled her off his lap, laying her on the comforter at his side. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at him. "So, tomorrow, how long will the lawyers take?" Peter shrugged, reaching down he grabbed his pants and pulled them back on. "I don't know, half an hour, an hour? We only have to go downtown and sign some papers. Why?" He stood and pulled an afghan off the back of the couch and set it on the floor. Lauren began spreading it out. He moved to the light and turned it off. There was just enough light from the street lamp outside to find his way back and sit down beside her. Lauren pulled her robe closed about her and snuggled under the afghan with him. "Well, afterwards, why don't we go back to your place and practice for the honeymoon! We can tell the kids that it took us hours to get everything signed!" ------- Chapter 32: Construction "Wow, this place is a disaster!", commented Frank Boscow. "Yeah, isn't it cool!", replied his grandson. "You two are not being helpful.", said Lauren. The three were standing in the Graham kitchen, looking at the construction going on around them. The week following Lauren and Peter signing their prenups had been busy. First, that Wednesday night, Peter had brought around an architect and an engineer from his firm to discuss what was to be done. Lauren had been amazed to find that the architect had secured plans to her house from the county clerk's office; she hadn't even been aware they existed! That following Saturday morning, another pair of much younger and more junior architects had arrived with a laptop computer and a large tape measure, and had made innumerable measurements, both outside and in, before leaving. Within a week's time, another visit had brought around finished blueprints of the planned changes. Lauren had goggled at the sight of the rolls of plans, even though she really didn't understand what they were about. "How could you do all this!?", she had asked. Peter had smiled and replied, "Honey, this is our business, remember? It's all computerized. We make the changes to the plans in the computers and they spit right out." The junior architect had tried to explain, but Lauren simply waved it off. It was way beyond her. "Just tell me what I have to sign." Peter and Lauren had both signed the contract, along with the various permit applications, and then she said, "If this goes bad, it is on your head, Mister!" She pointed a finger accusingly at Peter as she said this, which only made him laugh and the architect nervous. Now, at the end of March, with the winter snows behind them, construction had begun in earnest, and Lauren's carefully cultivated life was in an uproar. The fence between her front and back yards had been torn down, and a backhoe had driven into the back yard and taken up permanent residence after digging a large trench. The garage had been gutted totally, as had been half the first floor, including the kitchen. The family was now living off take-out and a microwave oven. The refrigerator was in the corner of the living room and they were getting water out of the bath in the hallway. The final plans called for the garage to be converted to a weight room and home gym. The garage door had been removed and a new exterior wall was built, though not finished. Eventually, a new floor and ceiling would be in place. The major changes were being done in the back of the house, where the kitchen and dining room were. The kitchen and laundry room had been ripped out and were being moved around; the kitchen was going where the laundry room had been and the laundry room was headed into the new basement which was being built under the addition. The dining room was moving to where the kitchen had been, and the space where the dining room was would become part of Peter's study/library/computer center. Upstairs, a pair of small bedrooms and a large bath were going into the space over the addition, which was chewing up the present hall bath. The kids were now using Lauren's master bath, putting a severe crimp in her privacy. Heather was the only occupant whose bedroom or bathroom remained unaffected, though the entrance was a bit unsettled. Lauren threatened her with eviction on a daily basis. They couldn't even move into Heather's old house for relief. An offer had been made and accepted just before construction had begun, so the house was effectively off limits. Shirley had brought over some lasagna for Friday night dinner, and placed it on the dining room table, now in the living room. "Do you have a dust cloth around here?", she asked. "Don't you start, too, Mom!", warned her eldest daughter. "Now don't get snippy with me. I'm not the one who decided to live in a house still being built!" Shirley took a few napkins and wiped the fine plaster dust off the table. Everything in the house seemed dusty, what with the construction going on. Helen Graham came in from general area of the pantry, still unaffected by demolition, with paper plates and more napkins. "Are you sure we're not intruding? I mean, it just seems like the last thing you need are more visitors." Lauren gave a small but maniacal laugh. "What's one or two more, at this point!" Shirley laughed at this. The visitor Helen was worried about was her new lover, Doctor Jack Ferguson, was visiting. Helen was very nervous, this was the first time she had ever introduced a 'friend' to the family, and to have it happen in such a disastrous setting was disturbing, to say the least. Fortunately, Jack had taken it perfectly in stride and was presently in the garage drinking beer from the bottle with Peter. Shirley had been very nervous about inviting Jack to meet her family. He had managed to imply that he knew she was in her forties; the discovery that she had a daughter-in-law in her thirties, and a pair of grandchildren were going to blow that idea to smithereens! She had waited for the right moment in vain, and it was Jack who had brought their ages up. They were at his condo, where he had taken her after dinner a few nights prior. She was still in her work clothes, a pleasantly form-fitting dress suit and blouse, and once inside, they had settled onto the living room couch and begun kissing. Their kisses quickly escalated, and Helen had found herself stripped naked, laying beneath her lover on the couch, her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. It had been a very energetic session of love-making, and when they were finished, with hearts racing and breathing tortured, Jack had rolled off her and slipped onto the floor. Helen laughed and snuggled against him. "Lady, you are going to wear an old man down!", he protested. "You're not old!" "Well, maybe not old, but forty-seven isn't young any more, either." "Forty-seven!", cried Helen, shocked. She sat up and stared down at him in amazement. The doctor looked up at her sheepishly and shrugged. "I know, I know. I should have told you, but we've been having so much fun together, I never got around to it. I guess I didn't want you nervous because I'm older than you. I mean I'm not really all that much older..." "Older! OLDER!", she exclaimed. "Are you nuts?! How old do you think I am?" Now it was his turn to stare at her. "I don't know... I mean, I am terrible at guessing a woman's age. I say too old, I'm insulting her. Hell, I guess it right, I'm insulting her." "How old do you think I am?", she repeated. "No bullshit, either." Jack shrugged. "Forty-three, forty-four." Helen laughed and leaned over, hugging him and kissing him passionately. "Thank you, Jesus!", she cried fervently at the ceiling. "Forty-five?", he asked, confused. "I'm fifty-three, you idiot!", she replied with a laugh. He stared at her as she nodded to him. "Fifty-thr... you sure don't look it... fifty-three? Are you shitting me?" "I've tried to keep myself in shape." "You've succeeded!", he said. "I have been so nervous about this.", she admitted. He gave her a quizzical look and she explained. "Well, I knew you were younger than me, but you look like you're in your thirties. I mean, six years isn't so bad, but I thought I was old enough to be your mother! I felt like I was robbing the cradle!" Jack laughed and sat up. "All the guys in my family look young for our ages. You really thought I was in my thirties?" "You really thought I was in my forties?!", she countered. "Ooh, baby, you get a reward for that!" She reached out and took his limp and wet cock in her hands, to begin fondling him back to life. She was practically purring with contentment as she manipulated his organ. As soon as it was stiff, she crawled onto him and began riding him, his stiff prick snuggly tucked into her come-filled pussy. Their second coupling was as feverish as their first, and as happily concluded. Now, Helen was as nervous as she had been about their ages, though for a totally different reason. Some men, perhaps most men, considered an invitation to meet the family as an invitation to get married. She liked Jack Ferguson considerably more than most of the other men she had dated since her husband's death, and didn't want to frighten him off. He was warm and funny, very sexy, and an outstanding lover. She liked being with him, both in and out of bed, and didn't want him nervously thinking she was chasing him down. That was for the future to handle; in the here and now she wanted things to keep going as they were. "I think he's cute.", said Heather. "You think who's cute?", asked Robby, coming in the back door. "Certainly not you, Mister Nosy!", she replied primly. "Now, wipe your feet off and go out to the garage and bring everyone in for dinner.", she ordered. "Sure thing, soon as I figure out how to get there." The teen took off his coat and placed it on the back of a dining room chair. He ambled off towards the garage. "So, your doctor treating all your symptoms?", teased Heather, turning back to Helen. "He giving you lots of injections? Does he have a good bedside manner? Does he have a big thermometer?" Helen gasped at her young friend's boldness. "Never you mind, missy! Lauren, how are you raising this girl!?", she asked with a laugh. "Well, is he?", replied a laughing Lauren. "He's an excellent doctor.", said Helen obliquely, "and that is all that I am going to say!" "Talking about me?", asked Jack, coming into the room and hearing the last sentence. He didn't quite understand why all the women started laughing at him. Dinner was served with an adult table and a 'kiddie' table, with the six adults seated around the dining room table, and Robby, Heather, Jimmy, and Holly eating buffet style at the coffee table in front of the television. Towards the end of dinner, with the lasagna tray almost empty, Frank asked Helen and Jack, "So you guys staying for awhile, here in the lap of luxury?" He gestured at the mess in the dining room and kitchen. Jack laughed easily. "Actually, I was figuring on taking Helen out for a drink or two. Would you like to come along?" Frank shrugged, but before he could answer yes or no, Peter spoke up. "Well, actually, I know a night club you might like. It's a little different, but you'd probably enjoy it..." Lauren was listening with half an ear, but suddenly her eyes bugged out and she whirled to face her fiancé. "Stop! STOP! You are not going to send them..." She whirled to face the others. "No more! No more!" She turned back towards Peter. She knew what he was up to, he was about to tell them about Sans Culottes! "What?!", he asked innocently. "Don't you dare!" "Don't I dare what?" "You know precisely, and if you say one more word, the wedding is off! It's off, understand!" He shrugged and gave an offended look. "Well, I guess I won't tell about..." Lauren pointed a finger at him accusingly and he shut up, much to the amusement of the others. Jack and Frank looked at him curiously, even if the teens and children had ignored the entire affair. Half an hour later, Jack and Helen were making their excuses to leave. Lauren went upstairs to the bathroom before they could escape, and while Helen and Shirley cleaned up in the kitchen, Jack asked Peter about the night club. Frank looked curious as well, and Peter glanced at him nervously. He was, after all, his girlfriend's father! He lowered his voice and leaned in towards the others. "Um. Let's just say that if you take a lady to this place, she needs to be wearing a dress or a skirt, and stockings, not pantyhose." "Why?" "Well, and I'm not admitting anything here, or that I've ever been there, but I understand that they require all the lady guests to lift their skirts and prove they're traveling commando style, if you catch my drift." He mentioned the name of the club, along with the address. Frank's eyes opened wide at this, and Jack simply grinned. Moments later, Lauren came back down the stairs, and the older couples decided to leave. Jack and Helen were the first out the door. He said to her, "If we are going out, maybe we should change first?" "We can stop off at my place on the way, so I can change, if you want.", she replied innocently. "We could do that.", he agreed guilelessly. Jack looked over at Frank and Shirley. "Interested in coming along?" Lauren knew what had happened and stared wordlessly, horror stricken, at her parents. "Might be interesting.", agreed her father. "Okay.", said Shirley. "Why don't we meet over at your place in an hour. Give us a chance to clean up and change." The two couples walked out the door and down the walk to the street where they were parked. Lauren stared, goggle-eyed, as she watched her father pat her mother on the rump, and her mother giggled and swished her ass seductively. She whirled and faced Peter. "You told them, didn't you!?" Peter's face was a model of innocence and piety. "Whatever could you be talking about?" Undeterred, she waved a finger under his nose. "You did, didn't you?" "Me? Moi?" "Oh my God, what will my parents think of me?!", she wailed quietly. "Oh, and I guess that all this last year, whenever you've been staying at my place, they've been thinking that we've been holding hands down at the malt shop?", he countered. "Shit!", she muttered under her breath. Peter laughed. "If they actually go there, they'll both be too embarrassed to say a word to you!" "Shit!", she repeated. "See if you get lucky any time soon!" "You worry too much!" Peter pushed her back against the closet in the foyer. Taking her in his arms, he kissed her slowly and thoroughly, running his hands all across her body as he did so. Lauren was moaning in his arms by the time he finished kissing her. "Now what were you saying?" Lauren giggled. "I said, it was going to be awhile before you got lucky again." She glanced over her shoulder to make sure her children were absent. "It's that time of the month!" It was Peter's time to groan. He pushed her back against the closet and kissed her again. Finishing it, he stepped back and whispered, "Maybe next weekend we can go out to a nightclub again." Lauren shuddered, half in dread and half in excitement. "We'll worry about that next weekend." Just then, the pair noticed Heather leading her boyfriend down to the basement, followed by the click as the latch to the basement door was set. "Maybe I need to see her about taking care of business." "You pervert!", laughed Lauren. "Maybe you should go back home and take care of business yourself." "Yeah, I'll take matters into my own hands." Peter smiled, grabbed his jacket, and left. ------- Chapter 33: Flashbacks "Any chance we'll get to meet your parents sometime, Peter?", asked Shirley Boscow. She, Frank, and Helen were seated at Lauren's kitchen table, with Peter and Lauren squeezed in as well. She looked at her future son-in-law questioningly. "Uh, I kind of doubt it.", he replied with a shrug. "They don't get out much any more." Shirley looked at him curiously, obviously expecting more, so he continued, "I mean, Dad, he was always the one who did the driving, and ever since the stroke, he can't drive." "Your mother doesn't drive?", asked Frank. "Well, she does, but not like this. That's a three hour drive, and she never drove like that even when she was younger. Dad always drove. I doubt if my mother has driven more than ten miles from her house in her lifetime!" "Well, maybe someday you could bring them back here. They could always stay with us, if they wanted." Peter was beginning to become uncomfortable with the line of questioning, and he looked at his fiancé in confusion. Lauren hadn't figured it out either, and she interjected, "What's the big deal? Why the push to meet Peter's folks?" "Well, it's just that it's important to us, your father and me, that we get to meet and know the family." It was Shirley's turn to look uncomfortable, and she looked across the table at Frank. Helen also looked over, curious about the entire conversation. Frank shrugged his shoulders and explained. "It's no big deal, but back when you and Gary got engaged..." He glanced at Peter as he said this, but continued; Peter knew he wasn't the first to marry Lauren. "... we decided that no matter what, we would make friends with our future in-laws." Helen's eyes opened wide at this. Both she and Rich had enjoyed the company of their in-laws and had never known that they had been 'targeted' for 'friendship'. "Oh God! I know that sounds terrible.", said Shirley, reaching out for her friend's hand. "It's not like what it sounds - we love you, both you and Rich, God bless his soul!" "Yeah, yeah! It's just, well, you heard us say that our parents didn't get along, that night when these two announced their engagement?" Helen nodded. "It's true, we're not making it up! They hated each other's guts!" "I thought you were just exaggerating.", replied Lauren. Frank snorted in disgust. "I wish! Your mom's parents hated my guts!" "But why?", asked Peter. The idea of anybody hating the genial Frank Boscow was ludicrous. Frank looked a little sheepish as he started. "Well, they never really cottoned to me back when I started dating Shirley. I mean, I was a couple of years older than her and from the wrong side of the tracks and all. But they let it go, figuring I would graduate and go away or whatever. I am absolutely sure they were hoping for another casualty when I went to Viet Nam." The fact that Shirley's dad was almost certain that Frank had been banging away with his underage daughter hadn't helped, Frank thought to himself. He was equally certain that his parents considered Shirley a man hungry slut for screwing when she was only a teenager. "Frank!", cried a horrified wife, who then shut up, half in agreement. Frank ignored the outburst. "Then, when I got back and showed up at the graduation, it really hit the fan!" Shirley giggled at this and motioned for her husband to continue. "Well, you heard her say how she ran down the aisle at graduation and I proposed to her right there and her mother fainted - that really is what happened. She fainted and he was simply furious that I had ruined everything." Shirley nodded in agreement, and Peter exclaimed, "You can't be serious!?" He looked at Lauren, who kept quiet, and at Helen, who simply watched the others curiously. "Really?" "As far as Shirley's parents were concerned, my family was nothing but white trash..." "Which they were.", commented his wife with a laugh. "... and as far as my parents were concerned, her family was a bunch of rich assholes." "Which they also were!", agreed Shirley. "When Shirley refused to break it off with me, they basically threw her out of the household and almost cut her out of the will. You know, your mother gave up a college education to marry me." Shirley reached out and took her husband's hand. "I wouldn't have changed anything." "I didn't think it was that bad.", commented Lauren. Shirley answered. "Just how many times can you count where both sets of grandparents ever showed up at something? I'll bet you can count them on both hands and have a bunch of fingers left over." Lauren's face screwed up at this, as she considered it. They really hadn't ever been together, even though the two sets both lived within a half hour of their children. "Uh, my wedding, I guess..." She shrugged in ignorance. "That was actually the last time; they all died before Christy got married. There was our wedding, and all three christenings, and all three graduations of you girls, and that is about it." "No, you're missing one. Remember when Brenda was in the school play and invited them both down and didn't know to invite them on different nights? We ended up sitting between them like referees!", laughed Frank. Helen commented, "I guess I never really caught on. I mean, I know they were never around. I only met them a few times anyway." "Were your parents like that?", asked Peter. This all seemed rather bizarre to him. "Oh, no, not at all. It was just that Rich and I never lived anywhere near either set. My folks lived in Boca Raton and his lived in San Diego. Anyway, Rich and I were the youngest in our families, and all our parents died before Gary and Lauren even met." Shirley looked over at her counterpart. "So, when the kids announced they were getting married, Frank and I decided that no matter what, we would try and get to know you and Rich, to be friends, simply so that we wouldn't put the kids through what we went through." Helen nodded in understanding. "It sounded pretty dismal." Shirley and Frank both nodded agreement. Shirley reached out and patted her friend's hand again. "And that's why we really wanted to get to know you, way back when. We wanted to be friends, and it turned out we became great friends!..." ------- The first meeting between the Boscows and the Grahams had gone, as Lauren had mentioned to Gary later that afternoon, "So good it was scary!" When Shirley and Frank had invited him to bring his parents over the week before, he had simply shrugged and called them. The visit had gone quite smoothly, and the Grahams had a chance to meet the entire family; Brenda was home from college for the weekend and Cristy bounced in and out briefly before heading out with some friends. Gary didn't think it was any big deal, though Lauren was somewhat more nervous. The Grahams, if not precisely 'rich', were certainly more comfortable than Lauren's family, and definitely moved in different circles. Gary's father was a corporate executive and his mother worked as some sort of hospital administrator, both had obviously been to college, and they lived in an upscale neighborhood in a very nice house. Frank, on the other hand, was a mechanic down at the mill and Shirley worked the lunch shift at a local McDonald's, neither had been to college, and their home was smaller and in an older section of town. They were the types of people who had almost nothing whatsoever in common. What Lauren had failed to see were the many things which were common with both sets of parents. Both were politically moderate but socially liberal. Both women only worked part-time, and neither had started working until their children (or child, in Helen's case) had started school; it was much more important that they be home when their children got home. For the men's parts, both were proud of being able to provide a better life for their family than they had grown up with, and both had an innate and easy ability to be able to talk to practically anybody. This was augmented by Rich's quiet inspection of the Boscow home when they were invited over. Frank insisted on showing him all around, and it was obvious to Rich that his host took considerable pride in his house. Though small, it was immaculately maintained and in a state of perfect repair. Frank's basement workshop had quite a few toolboxes and tool sets in perfect order, perhaps not an uncommon sight in a mechanic's shop, and he obviously understood what he was doing with them. Rich, on the other hand, was relatively inept around the house, and joked about it with Frank, describing a couple of doors that were out of true and didn't latch properly. Frank described what had to be done, which Rich didn't quite understand, and Frank laughed and offered to come over and fix things up. They had joked about the possibility for several minutes, during which time Rich mentioned a few other nagging problems, such as a bad outlet and a pair of leaky faucets, and the deal was settled. The following Saturday Frank would pack up his tools and bring Shirley over to the Graham home; he and Rich would putter around the house while their wives gossiped and traded recipes and made a nice supper. The next Saturday afternoon found the two women lounging in the back yard of the Graham house in lawn chairs, a cooler of beer and wine coolers in easy reach, sunning themselves as their husbands scurried around doing odds and ends. Both were dressed comfortably, in shorts and t-shirts and sneakers, and were lazing back, sunglasses on, in the warm afternoon sun. Rich wandered through and stopped to grab a couple of beers from the cooler. "So, you're the gofer?", teased Helen. Rich popped the top on one of the beer cans and drank a healthy swallow. "I've been promoted.", he replied. "Now I'm the Beer Retrieval Technician!" Both women laughed heartily at this. He smiled over at Shirley. Hooking a thumb over his shoulder, back towards the house where Frank was waiting inside, he commented, "You know, he's a pretty handy fellow with tools." Shirley laughed. "Why do you think I married him?" After Rich had gone back, Helen grinned lewdly at her future in-law. "So is Frank really handy with his tools?" She arched her eyebrows suggestively. Shirley laughed again, and repeated, "Why do you think I married him?!" Both women laughed at this. Another reason they got along so well was it was obvious that they both adored their husbands, and had an easy and earthy comfort with their sexuality. They both enjoyed the physical aspect of their marriage as much now as when they had been first married, and liked to sample those pleasures frequently. Helen, in fact, asked Shirley, after her husband went back to work carrying the beers, how she kept their love lives fresh and interesting. She was always looking for some interesting ideas, she commented. "Well, nothing special, I guess.", replied Shirley, her eyes wide with surprise. She cocked her head to the side to consider the question. "I mean, I've always tried to make the time for him." "I'm not sure I understand." "Well, what with the both of us working and the girls growing up, it always seemed as if there just wasn't enough time for just the two of us." Helen nodded in understanding. She had often felt the same way with only one child; she had no idea how Shirley coped with three! "So, back when the girls were little, I just said enough was enough. I was going to make sure that we had time for ourselves, every day, no matter what!" ------- Lauren grinned up at her mother in the kitchen. Shirley grinned back, simply from the sight of the grin. Lauren was only seven, and was missing all four of her front teeth, leaving a giant gap that was only just starting to fill in. "You're dressed up nice, Mommy! Are you going out?", asked the little girl. Shirley shook her head. "No, I just want to look nice for your Daddy when he gets home." "You always look nice!" Shirley smiled and leaned over, to kiss her eldest on the forehead. "Thank you, sweetie." "How come you want to look so nice for Daddy?" Lauren couldn't quite figure it out. Mornings and during the day, she knew her mother always wore jeans and t-shirts and stuff, but later on, before her father came home, she would always change into something nicer, like a dress. "Well, your Daddy is such a good guy and a great Daddy that I just want everything around here to be nice when he gets home. He takes care of us so well, I just want to make sure we take care of him!", explained Shirley. Just then the back screen door clanged open and Frank Boscow came wandering in. He smiled at his pretty young wife, but before he could get a word out, Lauren had run over to him. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" Frank laughed and picked up the squealing child, lifting her above his head before setting her back down. "Hi there, Goose!" 'Silly Goose' was Lauren's nickname all through her early years. "Doesn't Mommy look pretty, Daddy?" Frank grinned and looked at his wife, who blushed prettily but didn't look away. This afternoon, Shirley was wearing a bright yellow sundress, knee length, with a halter top, and high heeled sandals. "Very much so!" He stepped over to her and wrapped his arms around her to kiss her, and ran his hands over her back. He didn't think Shirley had much, if anything, on under the dress. He squeezed her ass gently. "Enough of that, mister!", laughed Shirley, breaking off the kiss. "You need a shower!" Frank laughed and headed towards the stairs, pausing to swat his wife playfully on the rump in passing. Lauren laughed as it was her mother's turn to squeal. Shirley went into the garage to sort through her husband's work gear for any clothing to put in the next load of wash, then went back into the kitchen. It was time for the next part of the afternoon routine. Turning to Lauren, she asked, "Now, Brenda and Cristy are being quiet, so can you keep an eye on them for a few minutes? I need to go talk to Daddy for a bit." "Okay!" Lauren trooped off to the living room, where Brenda was watching television and Cristy was napping in her play pen. She waved at her mother, who waved back and went upstairs. Once in her bedroom, Shirley contemplated her next actions. Frank always took a quick shower when he got home, and it was a chance for her to show him just how much she enjoyed him coming home. She had several options at this point. When it was that time of the month, she would usually strip off her top and bra, to greet him topless and give him a nice, quick hummer. On the rare occasions she found herself alone in the house with her husband, she usually would join him in the shower. Very little water was saved, but that really wasn't the point! If she was extremely horny herself, she would kneel on the bed with her tits hanging out of her top and her skirt around her waist, and Frank would simply stick his stiff cock into her once he got back into their bedroom. This afternoon, she had the time for a little more than a quickie. She quickly popped the buttons holding her dress on and set it on her dresser. Then, still wearing her sandals, she lay back on their bed. Frank came into their bedroom as he always did after an afternoon shower, damp and with a towel wrapped around his waist, to find Shirley laying on the bed, knees drawn up and spread wide, with one hand tweaking a puffy nipple while the other delved into her sopping wet pussy. He grinned, as much at his good fortune in the kind of woman he had married as in the fact that he was about to immediately get his ashes hauled. Some of his friends down at the mill wondered why he was always running home after work, instead of hoisting a few brews with them, and called him 'henpecked.' If they only knew! Shirley smiled at Frank's stiffening cock as it pushed forward against the towel. He tossed it aside and clicked the privacy lock on the bedroom door. By the time he had reached the bed, he was fully erect. He knelt on the bed and crawled between his wife's legs. Afternoon sex generally was a fast and furious fuck. While both of them enjoyed slow and passionate lovemaking, with lots of foreplay, that was saved for later, at night after the girls were in bed. With only a little time available before the girls got rambunctious, he simply positioned himself and sank his cock into her pussy in a single quick thrust. Shirley gasped as he entered her. Both hands went to her cunt and began rubbing her clit as Frank began thrusting into her. She was juicy and well lubricated, and Frank was very happy to be pumping away; they both came together within five minutes. Frank rolled off his wife, breathing heavily, moments before he heard a little knock at their bedroom door. "Mommy!?", asked his eldest daughter. "I'll be down in a minute, honey.", said Shirley. It couldn't have been serious, since they could both hear Lauren's feet stomping back down the stairs. She sat up and grinned at her husband, then stood. She slipped her dress back on. As Frank stood and headed for the dresser, Shirley kissed him quickly and headed out the door. ------- "It sounds a little too scheduled to me.", commented Helen. "I mean, every day..." "No, it's not like that.", replied Shirley, shaking her head. "What with Frank working overtime some days and me running errands with the girls, it really is only two or three times a week, and we never really seem to know which days it is." "And do you still do this?", asked Helen with a smile. Shirley grinned. What with Lauren moved out and Brenda away at college, and Cristy always staying late with cheerleading or a school game or something, it seemed that they had even more time than ever for early evening passion. She had converted a pair of older and longer skirts into miniskirts by cutting them very short and hemming them. Now, rather than waiting for her husband to go upstairs, she often was able to greet him at the door in a tiny skirt and a blouse open to the waist. Sometimes he would take her right then and there, other times he would clean up and she would tease him through dinner. "It's even easier now!" Helen laughed and Shirley asked, "So what about you guys? What do you do to keep things interesting?" "Oh, well, your solution really never worked for us. Rich never really gets home early enough and neither do I, most days, so that just couldn't work. It seems as if it only happens at night for us. What we do is go out on dates." "Dates? Like in high school?", asked Shirley. "Yeah, sort of.", agreed Helen. "Every three or four weeks, Rich and I will get dressed up and go out to dinner and a movie, or to a nightclub, or over to the casino for a show." "And?", asked Shirley, archly. "Well, don't you remember back when you were dating and how you would dress for Frank? Let's just say that I don't wear slacks when we go out on a date." ------- Helen Graham glanced in her bathroom mirror and checked her makeup. Rich was going to be home any minute now, and they would have to go out almost immediately in order to make their dinner reservations. It was a 'Date Night' and Helen could feel her pussy moistening in anticipation. Date nights had started a number of years ago, a few months after Gary had been born. Helen had managed to lose all her pregnancy related weight and was back in shape. She and Rich wanted to resume their passionate pre-childbirth sex life, and Gary was old enough that she felt comfortable with a babysitter. In fact, their next door neighbor had offered to take care of baby Gary all night long; he was a sound sleeper who had already figured out sleeping all night and was a bottle baby. Helen was looking forward to a little R&R - dinner, a movie, and then back home to try out a brand new nightgown, black, sheer, and slit from here to there and cut extremely low. The evening had turned out to be all Helen had expected, but definitely not the way she thought. Midway through dinner, Helen had gotten up to go to the bathroom. Her husband had stopped her with a hand on her wrist, asking in a low voice for Helen to remove her bra. She had protested briefly, but he had repeated the request and smiled. She had simply shaken her head and smiled. When she returned, Rich grinned at the sight of her jiggling gently beneath her blouse. Helen blushed and avoided his eyes for a few minutes. Later, as they left, it was much easier for her to acquiesce to his request to remove her pantyhose and panties. She had stuffed these, along with her bra, in her handbag, and had left the restaurant in her blouse, skirt, and heels. Helen couldn't remember for the life of her what the movie was. She sat with her husband in the back of the darkened theater, his hand suggestively on her bare knee, her blouse unbuttoned. Nothing sexual happened during the movie, but she practically left a wet spot on her skirt. Afterwards, on the drive home, Rich took her parking out by the reservoir. In the back seat she gave him a fast blowjob, then stripped naked and climbed onto his lap for another fuck. It wasn't until much later that she got to test drive her new nightie, which also proved very successful. Ever since, some of the most memorable nights of their marriage were date nights. When Rich mentioned another movie and a late dinner the following month, she had worn stockings rather than pantyhose, and the results were much the same, though this time they went home before screwing passionately into the wee hours. Often they would finish up watching a porn movie on the VCR in their bedroom, and Helen usually kept her date clothes on; her husband found it a real turn-on to fuck her while she wore a regular outfit, even if she had the skirt around her waist and her tits falling out of the top. Every car they had owned since then had been 'christened' in this fashion, as well. Tonight's date night was a basic dinner and a movie, with maybe a few drinks afterwards. Helen had come home early, to take a quick shower and touch up her legs, arms, and everything in between. The evening's outfit consisted of a brand new black dress, very clingy and low cut. Though Helen wasn't wearing a bra, the dress had built-in bra-top support. It was mid-thigh length. Underneath she wore a sheer black thong, black fishnet stockings, and black stiletto heels. She heard the front door open and came down the hallway and down the stairs to greet him at the front door. "Nice!", he said, whistling softly. "Thank you! I'll be just a moment. Let me go say goodbye to Gary.", replied Helen with a smile. Rich swatted her ass gently as she passed him by, and she wiggled it back in response. She could already feel her juices starting to flow. Helen went down the steps into the family room where she knew Gary was, along with his buddies, playing a video game of some sort. There were three other boys, Russ Studer, Joe Brown, and another young man, Willy Something-Or-Other, whose name Helen could never remember. They all looked over at her as she entered. "We're going now, honey. You guys behave, and order in a pizza if you want." She bent slightly and kissed her son on the forehead, much to his dismay. "We'll be back late, sweetie." As she left the room, the expected "Sweetie!" catcalls came from her son's friends, along with the ritual response of "Up yours!" Then Helen stopped, as one of the straps on her heels came loose, and she had to slip it back on. What followed was totally unexpected! "Oh, man, your mom is hot!", said Russ Studer excitedly. "Sizzling!", agreed another one of the boys, Joe Brown, thought Helen. Helen gaped at the words, and also at her son's response. "Give me a fucking break!" She had never heard Gary use such language before. She had also never imagined that her son and his friends were so blunt in their appraisal of women before - they were only 14 and 15 years old, for God's sake! "Hey, man, it's cool. It's just your mom's a real MILF,", commented the third voice, Willy I-Can-Never-Remember-His-Name. Helen's brow wrinkled. What in the world was a milph? "Yeah, she's a Mom I'd Like to Fuck!", agreed Russ. Helen gasped quietly. "How would you like a punch in the mouth?", asked Gary conversationally. "Hey, I'd do her!", commented Joe. "You would do a goat!", answered her son, which the others laughed at. "All I'm saying is your old man is getting lucky tonight. Little black dress, fishnet stockings, fuck-me shoes... give me a break!", said Russ. "I wonder if she's wearing a thong? Do you think she's wearing a thong?", asked Willy. "Fuck!", came two other voices, Joe's in awe and Gary's in disgust. Helen silently backed away, wide-eyed. She shook her head in bemused silence. Her baby boy wasn't a baby any more! She smiled as she went back to the foyer where her husband was waiting for her. Rich saw her smile and asked, "What's so funny?" Helen laughed loudly. She glanced back over her shoulder to see if any of the boys were in sight, then reached under her dress and grasped her thong, then pulled it down. She tucked it in his pocket. Her husband stared at her. "The boys decided that you are getting lucky tonight." "What!?" She took him by the hand and opened the front door. Laughing, she replied, "I'll tell you in the car. Come on!" ------- "That sounds like an interesting custom. Maybe I need to get Frank to take me out on a date.", commented Shirley with a smile. "And maybe I need to greet Rich when he gets home from work some night.", replied her grinning hostess. The two laughed, even more so when Rich wandered back into the back yard for another round of beers. Standing, Helen said, "Come on, let's go make dinner. Burgers good?" "Burgers are fine." ------- Chapter 34: Dinner And Drinks An unexpected business trip to Seattle for software development kept Peter away from Lauren's the following weekend, so it was two weeks before he was able to come back to see about 'taking care of business.' Fortunately it was going to be a quiet weekend; Frank and Shirley had volunteered to take Jimmy and Holly for the weekend, and Heather was able to take care of herself. Helen and Jack had taken a long weekend to go to the lake country for a small vacation of their own. When Peter showed up at the door, the carnage to the house looked greater than before, if that was possible, but an eye accustomed to construction sites after years of working for his company quickly discerned patterns. The trench in the backyard now had concrete footers and a new basement wall, though the forms were still in place. The garage was almost completely finished, though the final sheetrock taping and spackling would wait until the rest of the work was ready. The taping, spackling, and painting would be done by a separate crew from the carpentry and construction crews. The siding had been removed from the back side of the house, and the laundry room had been completely relocated to the basement. The kitchen was partially relocated, though considerable more work remained. The next steps would have to wait until the new basement wall was finished the following week. Once the framing for the addition was up, which would only take a couple of days, the present outside walls could be breached and the remainder of the interior work could be done while the exterior was finished off. To Peter's experienced eye, the entire project seemed well in hand and well within the scheduled time. Lauren thought considerably differently. She was almost sorry she had ever agreed to this nightmare. After kissing her, Peter said, "Wow, things are really moving along." "Moving along! My God, this is taking forever! When is it ever going to end?", she replied, distraught. Peter's eyes opened wide. "Honey, what's wrong? Everything is moving right along." "This will never be finished by the wedding!", she argued. Peter took a walk through the first floor of the house, reviewing the construction project. It was much as he had been told by the construction foremen while following the project by telephone from Seattle. Stifling a laugh at his fiancé's expense, he gave her a tight hug from behind, wrapping his arms around her while nuzzling her neck. "Listen, you are getting way too worked up about this. I am not trying to be condescending or anything, but everything is going to be just fine. Nobody enjoys living in a construction site except little boys. I'd bet Jimmy thinks this is just great!" Lauren laughed and hugged the arms crossed around her. "He loves it! He rushes home after school each day to see what's been going on while he's been away. He even tried to get me to say he was sick so he could stay home and watch." Peter snorted and laughed. "You are just getting way too worked up over this. Everything is on schedule. I have been checking with the crews every day!" "Yeah? It had better be, mister, or the honeymoon is off! There is no way I am leaving a disaster like this behind! We're getting married in two months!" "Yes, I know. Want to practice for the honeymoon?" "Peter, be serious! This will never be finished..." Peter laughed as he turned her to face him. "This will be finished by mid-May at the latest. I'm telling you it's going just fine. You have no idea how quickly this is going compared to some projects I've heard about." He moved one of his hands around to begin caressing her ample breasts through her blouse, while the other cupped and fondled her ass, tightly packed in her jeans. "Now, did you want to get out of here and go over to my place?" He lowered his lips to hers and began kissing her. "It has been over two weeks and I am about to go bust!" Lauren moaned as Peter touched her, and returned his kisses feverishly. She had been using her vibrators for over a week now, and they just weren't the same! She wanted to make love with Peter as soon as possible. As soon as he came up for air, she twisted away. "Let me go pack a few things..." She turned and almost ran up the stairs. Peter followed at a leisurely pace. He found her in the bedroom with a small overnight bag on the bed, a pair of drawers open, as she tried to sort out what she would be taking. Seeing her sort through some bikini panties in her underwear drawer affected him more than he had thought it would. He adjusted his rock hard cock in his trousers and crept up behind her. Pushing against her from behind, he brought his hands up to cup her full tits, and then began undoing the buttons on her blouse. "Screw it! I am never going to be able to wait 'til tonight!", he whispered in her ear. Lauren laughed and pushed him back. Turning around, she took over the process of undressing and said, "Fine by me. Now quick, get undressed!" Peter took only about fifteen seconds longer than Lauren did, fifteen seconds that she used to move her bag off the bed. Naked, they fell onto the bed in each other's arms. Their first coupling was frenzied and fast, with Lauren on her back and Peter pounding into her from above. Their orgasms were simultaneous, and afterwards Peter continued to lay atop her, his weight supported on his elbows. "God, but I've missed you.", he exclaimed, his breathing ragged and harsh. Lauren squirmed pleasantly beneath him. She could already begin to feel him stiffening inside her, his cock reviving for a second screw. "Me too, me too." She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him down onto her, not caring about his weight. With her legs raised up to wrap around his waist, she began bucking her hips up at him gently, keeping his semi-stiff prick inside her come-drenched cunt. "Oh, I need this!", she whispered hotly. Peter needed little more encouragement. He began to slowly pump into her, enjoying the squishing sound of his cock pistoning in and out of her hot and wet pussy. This screw took longer, but not all that much longer. Lauren was in the midst of a second orgasm when she felt her lover's back arch as he drove inwards, cock twitching and balls pumping out a second load. Groaning, Peter rolled onto his back. Lauren followed him partway, draping herself partly over him, with a leg tossed over his. He could feel the hot come wetly running from her pussy onto his bare thigh, and couldn't care less. They were both going to need a bath! "Wow!" "Yeah, wow!", she agreed. "I hope that takes care of you for the moment, babe, cause I am about done for." "I hope you don't take this wrong,", he said with a big grin, "but you are one hell of a fuck!" "Damn straight!", she answered with a lilting laugh. She smugly smiled to herself. She might have only had five lovers and Peter might have had five hundred, but she really was one hell of a fuck! "I'm going to need to replenish some vital bodily fluids.", he remarked. "Fine. You can take me out to dinner and we can go back to your place." Peter nodded silently, his arms wrapped around her, holding her against his chest. She pushed off of him and sat upright. "You need to shower, and so do I." Peter nodded again, and wandered into the bathroom. He almost invited Lauren along, but doubted anything would happen even if she did. He was decidedly fucked out for the moment. When he stepped back out of the shower ten minutes later, her dried himself roughly and wrapped a towel around his waist. Peter wandered back to the bedroom to dress himself, and found Lauren in an old terry cloth robe, going through her drawers and packing her overnight bag. "Your turn.", he announced. "He glanced at her packing and added, "You know, you really don't have to pack all that much." Lauren grinned broadly at him. "I think I know what you think I should leave behind!" Peter simply gave her an innocent look, at which she laughed and went into the bathroom. It only took a minute for Peter to pull his slacks and shirt back on, by which time he could hear the shower running. Curious, he looked into the top of Lauren's overnight bag, spreading it open and nudging a few things around with a finger. It looked as if Lauren really did understand what he liked to see; she had a couple of skirts and tops and two pairs of stockings, but no underwear of any type. Smiling to himself, he walked into her closet and looked through the dresses hanging at one end. It didn't take him long to find one he liked. He pulled it out and placed it on its hanger on the doorknob inside the bathroom. Stepping out of the shower, Lauren noticed the dress hanging on the door and smiled to herself. She dried herself and brushed her hair out, then slipped into the dress. It was a short sundress, tight-fitting, that came to mid-thigh. It was held up by several spaghetti straps that cris-crossed in the back, with a back low enough to preclude a bra, though the top had bra support built in. She didn't bother with panties. "Would you mind zipping me up?", she asked, stepping back into the bedroom. Peter responded with a whistle, as he came around behind her and pulled the zipper up. A small hook and eye secured it. "You know, this really is a summer dress." "You look fantastic!", he replied. "The hell with the season." Lauren answered him with a quick kiss, then sat down on the bed. Reaching into her nightstand, she pulled out a package of new stockings, thigh high and sheer, and slipped them on. Peter watched avidly, and couldn't help but notice that Lauren wasn't wearing panties. After she stood back up, she slipped into a pair of pumps. "Ready?", she asked. "Let's go." Out in his Jeep, Peter asked, "Italian?" Lauren nodded a happy assent. "So, how are the kids?" "Nothing changed since yesterday. Holly loves school and Jimmy hates it.", she replied. Peter marveled at the change in his life. Never before had he ever asked a woman how her children were doing; now it seemed second nature. These children would be growing up with him. In all likelihood he would end up being assistant coach for one of Jimmy's teams, and would end up walking Holly down the aisle someday. Smiling at the incongruous thought, he continued on. "I thought he liked school?" "He does, he just doesn't like the new teacher. Mrs. Baker's baby came early, so she'll be out for the rest of the year. He doesn't like the sub, Mrs. Swartzout." "Goldy with them?", he asked. He hadn't noticed the retriever under foot when he arrived at Lauren's. Lauren nodded. "It gives her a chance to bark at a whole new collection of chipmunks and squirrels." "From what I've seen, they're safe enough. They have to be smarter than Goldy!" Lauren laughed. "You haven't heard the latest. The other night, Jimmy was walking her and they went by the Brewster's, and Goldy decided to stick her head through their picket fence and pick up a stick on the front lawn." "Oh no, she didn't..." Lauren kept laughing. "Yep! Tries to pull it back through the fence and gets her head stuck. Won't let go, just keeps growling and tossing her head. Sarah told me she laughed so hard she almost peed her pants! They had to pull the stick away from Goldy and then toss it over the fence to her!" Peter laughed at the description. More than once he had commented that it was amazing how the dog's little brain could generate enough electricity to move her legs around. "And Heather?" "Lord!", sighed Lauren, rolling her eyes. Peter caught the sigh and glanced at her curiously. "She's on the outs with her boyfriend, sort of.", she said. "Heather broke up with Robby? Why?" "Well, she didn't really break up, but she's not overly happy with him either." Peter still looked curious so she kept going. "Heather discovered that Robby wasn't signed up to take the SAT tests, and when she asked him, he said he didn't need to take them since he wasn't going to college. He was joining the Army when he graduated." "And Heather doesn't like that, I guess." "Not hardly." Peter thought it over for a second. "Is there a specific reason she doesn't want him joining the Army, or is it that she simply doesn't like the Army?" Lauren gave an elaborate shrug. "Hell, damned if I know. If you ask me, I think she's got the super romantic fantasy going. You know, she and her one true love graduate high school together, go off to college together, live in a little love nest apartment together, graduate college together, get married, and live happily ever after. And here comes her boyfriend to throw a big fat monkey wrench into the whole thing, you know?" "So what did you say to her?" "What could I say?! I told her that they were only sixteen, that they didn't get out of school for another year, and that it was way too soon to start making plans that far ahead." She noticed a wry expression on his face. "What? You think I'm wrong?" "No, not really. Then again, my brother, Little Frank, married his high school sweetheart, and so did your father. Hell, he did it after going into the Army! Do you have a problem with him becoming a soldier?" "I don't know. I mean, Daddy hated being in the service, and my sister Christy loves it. What do I know?" "Well, you've got some time. Get her calmed down, and then at the wedding, when Christy visits, get her to talk to the pair of them. His family, too. Teach them what it might really be like." Lauren nodded agreement. "Sounds fine to me. I don't have any other ideas" By this time, Peter had pulled into the parking lot of the local mall, where an upscale pizza chain with a liquor license had a stand-alone restaurant at one end of the complex. They had eaten there before, and Lauren's short dress wouldn't be out of place with the twenty- and thirty-something crowd. The restaurant was busy, but not too busy to seat them within a few minutes, and the hostess gave them menus and took orders for drinks. Peter ordered his trademark gin and tonic, while Lauren splurged and ordered a strawberry daiquiri. "Gah! How can you drink that stuff?", he asked, a look of horror and disgust on his face when the waitress brought their drinks. Lauren's daiquiri was in a gigantic hurricane glass, along with a skewer full of fruit and a little umbrella. "It tastes good!", she protested. "Besides, how can you drink that?", she asked, pointing at his drink. "It tastes like medicine." Peter smiled. "It is medicine! There's quinine in here. It prevents malaria. That's the tonic. And the lime cures scurvy!" "Oh, bullshit!" Peter simply gave her a pained and innocent look, which she ignored. "So what's the plan for the weekend?", she asked. "Well, I was figuring on reading some of Shakespeare's sonnets, maybe catch a French movie, you know the type, in black and white with subtitles, then watch some television, maybe the History Channel, or Discovery." Lauren stared at him in horror. "Something intellectually stimulating." "Is there a second choice?" "Well, I also was considering something equally stimulating, but a lot less intellectual.", he admitted. "Let's shoot for option two." "I know this club...", started Peter, a sly grin on his face. Lauren coughed, choking on her drink. As soon as she got her breath back, she pointed an accusing finger at her fiancé. "You! I can't believe you told my parents about that place!" "Who? Me?" "Don't give me that crap!", she hissed, looking around to see if anybody had noticed her outburst. "You sent my mother to a night club and had her pull her dress up!" "Really? And did she go?" Peter's blandly innocent expression finally got to her, and Lauren started giggling. "Yes, damn you, and Helen, too. I can't believe you did that!" "Hey, I just told Jack and your dad about the place, nothing else. It's not like I told them to go there." Lauren simply snorted in derision. "So they actually went?", Peter asked with a laugh. "Oh, this is just too good. You're going to have to tell me everything! When did you find out?" "Monday. They both came over after work and asked me if I had been there." "And you said... ?" "No, of course not.", Lauren replied primly. "And they believed you, right?" "Uhhhhh..." Peter laughed loudly. "I'll take that as a NO." Lauren stuck her tongue out at him and continued. "Well, you know part of it, apparently. You sent them their own homes to get dressed, and then they were going to meet up and go out. Apparently both Jack and my father insisted that Helen and Mom wear skirts and stockings, and no panties. Neither one knew about the other, and they both thought they were being very naughty and wicked." Peter grinned at this, and Lauren ignored him. "So they get over there, and there's a small line, and they get in it. Neither Mom or Helen have a clue what's going on until they get to the front of the line and see what the girl in front of them does. Mom said the guy at the door gave them the weirdest look and said, 'Your turn.' That was when Jack and Dad whispered in their ears what they had to do to get in." "I'd have paid good money to hear that!" Lauren shrugged in agreement. "I guess they argued for a bit, and the bouncer let a couple of others go in ahead of them. It was Helen who decided to go along. She was wearing a shorter skirt, and simply went up to the door guy and positioned herself that nobody else could see, and flipped her skirt up. She said she was so embarrassed!" "And your Mom?", pressed Peter. "She couldn't be shamed out of it, not with Helen going through. She said her face was as red as a beet, but she did it too, and they got in. She told me later that this was the first guy she had ever shown 'it' to other than Daddy and her doctor." Peter laughed loudly. "This is priceless. Listen, those two have nothing to be embarrassed about. They are very good looking women!" "Peter!" "Well, they are." "You're not supposed to be scoping out my mother! For God's sake!", she replied, laughingly scandalized. "Oh, behave! There's an old rule, if you want to see what your wife is going to look like in thirty years, look at her mother." "Yeah, well neither one of your sisters looks at all like your mom!" "Okay, so we're a little short of empirical evidence..." Peter smiled. "What happened once they got inside? That must have been a shocker." "I guess so. I think Helen's a little more worldly than my parents. They couldn't believe it. They got themselves a small booth and Helen and Mom had to sit on Jack's and Dad's laps. Mom said that a couple of girls at the next table over were wearing tiny little stretchy skirts, and they simply pulled them up around their waists. And out on the dance floor, during one slow number, some guy did the same thing to his date." "Oh, wow! They must have been the most conservatively dressed there." Lauren nodded. "Probably. I mean, they might have left their undies home, but still..." Peter gaped. "Undies? You mean, no bras either?" Lauren blushed, but nodded. "That's what they said the guys insisted on." "They must have set it up before they left the house.", Peter said, half to himself. "Did they stay long?" Lauren blushed again. "Long enough, I guess." Peter looked at her curiously. "They all had a few drinks, then my parents called it a night and left. She said Daddy never even waited to get home, he pushed her up against the car in the parking lot and pulled her skirt up and... well..." "In the parking lot!", exclaimed Peter. "Oh my God! And Helen and Jack?" "It was a dark booth, I guess, and they did it right there, in the booth." "Oh shit!", exclaimed Peter quietly. "I told you that Helen was a little more adventurous than my parents." "Did anyone see them?" "I don't think it would matter in that place, do you?" Peter laughed and nodded agreement. The appetizer was a large plate of calamari split between them. They decided against the pizza and Lauren ordered an order of veal scaloppini; Peter went with a large and fiery hot lobster fra diavolo on linguini. They decided against dessert, and after paying for the meal, simply went around to the other side of the restaurant to the bar. They settled onto bar stools near the end of the bar and ordered another round of drinks. "So, we're going there tomorrow night, right?", asked Peter. It took Lauren a second to realize what her fiancé was talking about, then her eyes widened and she blurted out, "NO!" "Why not?", he asked innocently. "I couldn't! Certainly not after my parents have been there!" "Who knows, maybe we'll run into them.", he replied. Lauren spluttered out her drink, before gasping out, "Not on your life!" Peter sipped at his gin and tonic. He rested a hand innocently on Lauren's stockinged thigh and said, "I'll make it worth your while. How about a long, slow, shave?" She gave him a prim and proper look, though she let him keep his fingers on her leg. They felt very nice there. "I took care of that before you showed up tonight." Peter slid his fingers slowly up her thigh and under the hem of her short dress. Lauren glanced around. The room was dark enough and nobody was near enough or watching. She parted her thighs slightly and shivered as Peter moved his fingers up her thighs until they were grazing across her pussy lips. "A total shave, everywhere?" "Did that, too.", she answered. Peter was getting stumped. "Well that only get you clean on the outside...", he whispered. "Did that too, before you came over.", Lauren laughed. She had given herself an enema right after getting home from work. "I'll check on that later." He glanced at her. "You're not making this easy, are you?" Lauren laughed at his predicament, though she saw a gleam come to her lovers' eyes. "Mmmm, how about I simply tell your parents that you were the one who told me about Sans Culottes?" Suddenly Lauren got nervous. "You wouldn't!... It's not true... liar... you wouldn't!... That's blackmail!", she sputtered indignantly. Peter smiled beatifically. "Blackmail is such an ugly word. I prefer... extortion. Do we have a deal?" "Yes.", she hissed, a half smile on her face. Peter flicked his fingers on Lauren's moistening pussy lips. "I'd shake, but I like where my hand is better, don't you?" Lauren leaned over and kissed him, then whispered in his ear, "I will get you for this." "I certainly hope so. Maybe we can discuss that later tonight. I was planning on using you this weekend for my total and utter sexual gratification, but I'd be willing to make a deal." Peter pressed harder against Lauren's pussy lips and slid a finger inside to caress her clit. Lauren gasped and held onto the bar top with a white-knuckled grip of one hand as she orgasmed silently. "A deal?", she said weakly. "Actually, now that I think about it,", he commented with an evil grin, "I think the deal WILL be that I use you for my personal sexual gratification!" He rubbed her clit some more. Lauren shuddered and stared at him lustily. "Deal!" ------- Chapter 35: A Long, Long Weekend "Exactly why am I here again?", asked Robby. He was sitting in Peter's Jeep out front of the Graham house. Peter had called the boy at home and asked him to come over to his apartment to help move some equipment. As soon as he had arrived, Peter had bundled him into his Jeep and had driven over to Lauren's. More specifically, he had driven over to Heather's! Lauren's plan to get Heather to calm down over Robby's announced intentions to join the Army had not been going well; Heather was taking the decision rather poorly. She and Robby had gotten into several loud arguments over it during the last week, the worst just after school on Friday. From what Peter could gather, the boy was acting surprisingly mature about it, and Heather rather less so. First she had announced that she would join the Army, too, so they could stay together. Robby surprised everybody with his response, that there were a lot of reasons to join up, and this was one of the worst! Even more galling to the girl were his logical answers. They wouldn't be allowed to be together in basic training, or at least not that way. Heather was officer material, not enlisted, and that would be fraternization. The Army didn't need math teachers. There was no guarantee they would ever be stationed anywhere near each other. Heather's response was less coherent and more emotional. She burst out crying and said he didn't love her, and then ran home. She had been crying in her room for not quite twenty-four hours. By mid-afternoon Saturday, an exasperated Lauren had asked Peter for help. She explained the problem and dumped it on him. This seemed patently unfair to Peter, since his understanding of how to 'fix' the problem was sketchy. He had lost the magic wand which Lauren seemed to think he had. To his mind, there was a definite difference in expectations between the two teens, something that only time would determine if it could be fixed at all. They were only sixteen and juniors in high school. The odds against their first real romance being THE romance for the rest of their lives were monumental. On the other hand, if he didn't make some sort of attempt, the odds against his getting anywhere with Lauren that weekend were equally monumental. "What we are doing here, my young friend, is saving my impending marriage.", he responded with a smile. Robby turned and stared at him. "That's right, my relationship, not yours. Ever since you and Heather got into it the other day, she has been absolutely miserable to one and all, so if I can't get you two talking at least, I have to put up with her and not my fiancé. Get the picture?" Robby blinked. "Uh, I guess. But I mean, still, what about Heather, she is just totally insane about me joining the Army!" "No, she's just totally insane about you.", said Peter tiredly. "Listen, do you love her?" "Of course!" "Robby, there's nothing of course about any of this. Do you want to get back together with her?" "Yes.", said the boy in a quiet voice. "But I don't think that's going to happen." "Let me worry about that. Come on." He climbed out of the Jeep and stood at the curb until Robby decided to climb out and join him. Peter led the way inside, though he kept an eye on the teen to make sure he didn't change his mind. Lauren let them in promptly; she had noticed them outside talking in the car. "Let me get Heather." She went over to the cellar stairs and knocked on the door. Opening it, she called out, "Heather, can you come up here please... now, please." She turned back to the others and said, "She'll be up in a moment." It took more than a moment for the girl to arrive. She wasn't crying, but her eyes were puffy and red. She looked around and stiffened at the sight of her boyfriend. "What are you doing..." Lauren overrode her protests. "I invited Robby over so that we could sort this out, one way or another." She pointed at the kitchen table. "Sit!" Heather sat down, and Lauren pointed out chairs for the others. Robby sat across from Heather and Lauren sat to their side. Curiously enough, thought Peter, was that the fourth spot was reserved for him. Lauren started it when it became apparent the two teens were not going to start. She turned to Heather and asked, "First off, do you still have feelings for Robby?" "Yes, but..." "No buts. Yes or no?" Heather glumly nodded. "Yes." "Robby?" "Yeah, sure!", was the much more enthusiastic response. "But..." "No buts!" Lauren stopped talking for a moment. "Now, we have established you both care for each other." She turned to Peter and quipped, "Now we're getting somewhere!" Peter kept his thought of 'If you say so!' to himself. "All right then, the two of you need to make a few compromises. First, Heather, you have to understand that if the man you love wants to do something, you have to let him do it. You can't tie him down. That's not love, that's prison. If Robby wants to go into the Army, you are going to have to come to terms with it, either now or later, and later is usually too late!" Heather nodded in mute understanding. The last few days, as they had been breaking apart, had been miserable. "I just..." Heather stopped. She looked miserable. She turned to face Robby. "Why? Why the Army? I know we might be apart in college, but the Army? You'll be so far away! Why?!" The boy stared at her briefly and his voice started to crack as he answered, "Because... because..." He stopped and cleared his throat, and was able to continue in a low but firm voice. "Because somebody has to." "What?" "Because somebody has to. Somebody has to be in the Army. There are things in this country worth protecting and somebody has to protect them. If I don't, who will?" "Other people!", she shouted at him. Lauren raised an eyebrow and pointed a forefinger at the girl, and Heather lowered her voice. "Why you?" "And when everyone says it will be somebody else, it will be nobody else. Heather, you see the news just like me. You know what is going on in the world, hell you probably know better than me. You're smarter than me! There are bad people in the world who want to hurt you and your family and my family and everybody else in this country's families. Somebody has to stand in between them and us." He shrugged his shoulders. "So, it'll be me. Among others, I mean." Lauren couldn't believe the words the boy was saying; it was a civics lesson writ large in her torn apart kitchen. She could see in Heather's tear filled eyes that the girl was beginning to understand as well. She leaned over and kissed Robby on the cheek, much to his considerable surprise. "Yes, somebody does have to protect us. I just wish to hell it didn't have to involve kids like you and my sister. Still..." She wagged a finger at him. "You want to join the military, fine. But if you change your mind, you are going to wish you had taken those SATs. What if you decide to go to college instead?" Robby had a ready answer. "If I go, it will be to UV. I won't need SATs to get in there." Union Valley Community College had an open enrollment policy; a pulse would suffice. "Yeah, smart guy? You might not need them to get in, but you will need them for any loans or scholarships! Or hadn't you thought of that?" It was obvious from the look on the boy's face that he hadn't thought of it. "Uh, huh, I thought so." "Now listen up, you two. You are going to take the SAT tests, whether you need to or not. Let's find out how well you do." She turned back to Heather. "And the pair of you are going to talk to my sister Christy when she comes up for the wedding. She's in the Air Force now, and she'll probably be a better reference than a sergeant whose job it is to get you to join up. Okay?" Both teens mumbled agreement. "Now I think you two need to talk." Lauren stood up and led Peter out to the living room. Behind them, Robby shifted seats to move closer to Heather, who reached out and took hold of his hand. Once in the living room, she wrapped her arms around her lover and whispered, "Thank you. I owe you." "You owe me big time!", he agreed with a smile. "You are going to really have to work this one off." Lauren lifted an eyebrow in amusement. "Really?" "We are talking deviancy, perversion, and depravity for this one!", he whispered back. Jimmy and Holly were watching a movie in the corner, oblivious to the problems of the teens and grownups. "I can't wait!" She looked at the clock on the mantel. "Go wash up! We have to leave for church!", she told her children. From the kitchen, Heather asked, "Uh, I'll go in the morning. I want to, uh, talk to Robby for awhile first." Robby tried to keep a stone face at this, though he glanced at the basement door. Lauren snorted. "You bet you're going to church in the morning." She knew perfectly well how the teens planned on spending the next hour-and-a-half. "I should make you go both times, just for what you're thinking about!" Heather smiled and grabbed Robby's hand and pulled him down the stairs. Lauren simply shook her head as she heard the latch click shut behind them. "Teenagers!", she muttered. "Hey, wait a few years. You've got one of each coming along.", laughed Peter. Lauren flipped him a middle finger. Down in the basement, Heather blew her nose and looked at Robby with tears in her eyes. "Why did I have to fall in love with a fucking hero!?", she wailed, then threw herself into his arms. Robby rubbed her back, feeling her thin bra straps under her t-shirt. He'd never considered himself a hero, fucking or otherwise, and he sort of liked the idea. "It's just something I want to do, something I have to do. We'll work through it! I swear, we can work through this. It's not for another year, anyway.", he told her. "I know, I know." She pushed herself away from him. "Give me a minute." She turned and went into the bathroom. It was more like ten minutes before she came back out, her eyes dry, though still red and puffy. She took his hand and led him to her futon couch and sat down next to him. "I'm sorry. I know I haven't been fair to you lately, it's just, it makes me scared and worried and I don't know... I love you!" "I know you do, and I love you.", he replied sincerely. He extended and arm and Heather snuggled up against his chest. "I never meant to hurt you." He pulled his arms around her and began rubbing her back again, though now he also began rubbing her sides. Heather began responding to Robby's touch. It had been almost two weeks since the teens had been with each other, and Robby's hands were having their normal affect on the girl. She was becoming desperately aroused. She twisted around on the couch so that she was partially laying across his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing him closer. "Oh Robby, I've missed you, I've missed you so much!" Heather pulled his face down to hers, kissing him gently at first, then with more force, as their tongues began a silent duel. "I hated it when we were apart. Every time I saw you I wanted to be with you.", he whispered in her ear. He had brought his hands around to caress her ample breasts. Heather whimpered as he touched her. "I want to hold you. I want to be with you." "Oh Robby, I want you to make love to me!", she begged. She sat up and began tugging at her clothing. Robby surprised her by saying, "No." Her eyes widened, then relaxed with a smile as he continued, "Let me." He took the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head, leaving her naked from the waist up except for a small and lacy white bra. He reached around her and undid the clasp, then slowly pulled it away. Her nipples were already taut with anticipation, and the first flush of desire was blushing across her tits. Next came her jeans, and Robby pulled them and her panties off with a single smooth tug. She was laying across his lap naked, waiting for him with anticipation, and Robby's eyes greedily devoured her flawless form. Heather unbuttoned his flannel shirt, exposing his black t-shirt underneath. He paused and stripped both his shirt and t-shirt off, then lowered his lips back to hers. She sighed contentedly as they began to kiss, then stiffened in his arms, her back arching. Robby's fingertips were grazing her naked body and her first small orgasm overwhelmed her. Robby brought both hands around to Heather's front as he kissed her, enjoying her moans and shivers as he caressed and fondled her nipples. Pulling his lips away from hers, he licked and kissed down across her chin, along the line of her throat, and lower, to the valley between her heaving breasts. As he began sucking one of her oversized nipples, he moved a hand down her body, to toy briefly with her belly button and then go lower. Heather gasped as he wormed a finger into her pussy; she cried out as Robby diddled her clit to a crashing come. "Oh, God, Robby, please, I want you!", she begged. Her teenaged lover smiled down at her cruelly. Sitting upright, he continued his digital assault as she writhed in his lap. "You've been very naughty to me and I don't think I should be that nice to you. Maybe I should just keep doing this." He speeded up his finger motions, adding in a heavy thrusting motion, mauling her cunt. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!", she cried out. "Please Robby, please!" Grinning, the boy relented. He stretched out on the couch next to her and helped Heather to unzip and remove his pants. His throbbing cock thrust out at her to slap her belly softly. She urged him into position and opened her legs, reaching between them to seat his massive cockhead at the entrance to her pussy. He pushed in slowly and firmly until he was completely within her. Heather moaned with relief as he sank down into her. Slowly the teens began moving against each other, with Robby propping himself above her on outstretched arms. "I am so sorry.", she said quietly. "I never wanted to hurt you." The motions of her lover's cock in her well-stretched pussy were exquisite. "Oh, Robby! This is so good!" "I love you so much!", he whispered as she whimpered beneath him. "I always want it to be like this!" It had been two weeks since the teens had been together and Robby was long overdue for carnal release. He could feel his come building, the tingle in his cock and cockhead rising to an overwhelming level. He forced it down, though at an ever increasing cost, as Heather moved frantically beneath him. Finally it became too much! "No! No!", he muttered weakly as his back arched and his eyes shut tight with the effort. His throbbing cock pumped out what felt like a never-ending jet of jism. Heather moaned as she felt Robby stiffen. Her overheated pussy, clamped like a velvet vise around his thick and long cock, could feel every contraction as he filled her pussy with come. She loved the look of exhausted delight on his face. As Robby's movements slowed, she wrapped her arms around him and lifted her legs, to gently wrap them around his legs. "Don't move.", she begged. "Stay here and don't move away." "Never." Robby could feel Heather's cunt contracting slowly around his softening cock. He wouldn't have moved even if he could have mustered the energy to do so. He felt drained by their lovemaking, drained yet desperately wanting more. They kissed and cuddled for ten minutes, fifteen at most, before his cock had revived and stiffened again. "I feel like I could do this forever!", he said blissfully. Heather stroked his back and sides, then brought her hands down to his slim buttocks. She could feel him respond to her touch, and moved her hands lower and farther back. Spreading his buttcheeks, she began touching and caressing his asshole. She had happily discovered that this was her boyfriend's most powerful erogenous zone, and that afternoon was no different than before. It was like she had just pressed his 'ON' button; his cock immediately grew within her, lengthening and strengthening in the hot fluid bath of their mixed juices. "Oh, Robby, that sounds wonderful!" Heather's cunt was spasming around him, and she was humping her pelvis up frantically to meet his quickening thrusts. "Fuck me Robby, fuck me!" Robby began moving faster, pounding against her midsection, driving his cock into her snatch. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She continued to diddle his asshole. Robby barely lasted any longer than before, despite his first orgasm, before he began spurting into her again. For Heather it was just the finale to a single overpowering come! She held him tightly against her as she murmured, "Yes, yes!" Gasping, Robby rolled off of Heather, his soft and sticky cock pulling loose from her come sodden cunt with a soft plopping sound. "Oh my God!", he muttered, as much to himself as to Heather. Heather rolled onto her side, facing him and throwing a leg over his. Her cunt pressed wet and slimy against his thigh. "I think we need to get up and cleaned up." She pointed a finger at the ceiling. "Are they home yet?", asked Robby, looking at the ceiling. "No, but they will be soon." Heather climbed off the couch and pulled Robby to his feet. She hugged him, saying, "Later, tonight, before you go home... I want to come back down here with you." Robby smiled and nodded, then followed her into the bathroom to wash up. The amorous pair of teens managed to be sitting side-by-side on the living room couch, looking not at all innocent when the rest of the household arrived. Lauren immediately moved off to the kitchen, summoning Heather to help with dinner preparations. Once in the kitchen, she asked, "So, are you two talking again?" Heather blushed and nodded. "Good, 'cause Peter and I are going to the movies tonight, and you two got elected to baby-sit." Heather considered protesting, but she honestly didn't have anything planned for the evening, other than making love to Robby again. She shrugged her shoulders. "Okay." "Just don't start 'talking' again until after the kids are sound asleep.", warned Lauren. Heather blushed again. Dinner went fairly well, though Holly decided she wasn't overly hungry. Complaining she wasn't feeling well, she went off to her bedroom by seven. Concerned, Lauren followed and helped her daughter into bed. Her color seemed fine and she wasn't running a fever, so Peter and Lauren kept up with their plans for the movies. Half an hour later, Lauren kissed her son on the forehead and waved goodbye to Heather, and followed Peter out the door. "How long do we have to wait?", asked Robby, grinning at Heather. Heather smiled and swatted his arm playfully. "You're awful! We have to wait until Jimmy goes to sleep, too." "Any sleeping pills around the house?" "Robby!" She pushed her boyfriend onto the couch and sat down in an armchair several feet away, then turned on the television with the remote control. "Behave!" By nine, Jimmy had wandered off to his room with Goldy happily trailing behind. Though the light at the top of the stairs remained on, Heather relented to the extent that she came over and sat on Robby's lap to watch the TV. Within minutes, though she had an eye peeled for Jimmy's return, Robby had managed to slip a hand under her t-shirt. Heather wanted to complain; she knew she should stop him; this was totally inappropriate while the children might still be up! Oh, but it felt so good, having his fingers peeling down the cups of her bra and playing with her engorged nipples! Moaning, she leaned closer and began kissing him heatedly. Maybe the light upstairs would go out and she and he could sneak downstairs... It wasn't to be. The light in the hall had just gone out when suddenly Holly began crying loudly and calling for her mother. "Mommy! Mommy!" "Shit!", muttered Heather, sitting upright, pushing away from her lover. She quickly adjusted her clothing, fitting her tits back into her bra under the t-shirt, and stood, flush-faced. Robby simply groaned. "Shit!", he said, in agreement. "Mommy!", wailed from upstairs. Heather ran up the stairs, flipping the lights on in the hall as she passed the switch, and rushed into the little girl's bedroom. Robby stood and adjusted his own clothes. Heather had worked his shirttails out and had gotten one hand inside his opened fly. His cock was stiff and needed to be tucked back into place. He was almost finished when he heard Heather call out, "Robby, can you come up here?" He got to the top of the stairs as Jimmy came out of his bedroom and asked, "What's going on?" Goldy followed him out into the hallway with a happy 'Woof.' "Got me!" The pair walked a few feet further down the hall and looked around the corner of the bedroom door. "Uh, oh!" It was obvious what was up. Holly was disastrously sick to her stomach. Her bedclothes were covered in vomit, as were her pajamas, and she was crying as Heather comforted her in her arms. "It's all right, it's all right, I'm here, I'm here.", said Heather, rocking the little girl and whispering to her in a sing-song tone. She looked up and saw the two males. "Give me a hand here.", she ordered Robby. Jimmy's reception was somewhat cooler. "Get back to bed." Jimmy wanted nothing to do with his sick sister. "YUCK! I'm out of here!" He sprinted back to his room followed closely by Goldy and slammed the door shut. Robby looked in hesitantly. "Uh..." "Strip the bed. I'm going to take Holly to the bathroom and get her cleaned up. You strip the bed and make it fresh. There's sheets in the linen closet at the end of the hallway." She picked the sick little girl up in her arms and carried her out. "Well, don't just stand there!" Rolling his eyes, Robby entered the room. He had started to pull the sheets off when the stench got too much for him. Stopping, he opened the nearest window wide, letting the chill spring air into the room. He rolled the filthy sheets up in a ball with the bedcover, then dropped it in the hallway. Heather was still in the bath with Holly, so he rummaged around in the linen closet for fresh sheets. He finally found some that had teddy bears all over them. He was just starting to sort them out when Heather came out of the bathroom carrying Holly wrapped in a wet towel, looking miserable. "That's all you've gotten done!" She turned to the girl with an exasperated look. "Men! They just can't get it right!" "What!?", protested Robby. "Take these down and start a load of wash.", she ordered, pointing with a finger at the soiled sheets. His visions of late night romance rapidly receding, Robby picked up the bundle of bedclothes and trudged off to the basement. It was almost forty-five minutes later when the front door knob jiggled as a key was pushed into it. By then, Heather and Robby were seated on the couch again, though quite respectably so; Holly was seated between them, looking thoroughly miserable, in clean pajamas and a bathrobe, with a small and clean trash can in her lap as a 'puke bucket.' The three looked up and over their shoulders as the front door opened. "Can't you wait even five minutes?! Let me check on the kids first!", said Lauren as the door opened wide. She half-stumbled through the doorway with Peter wrapped around her from behind. Both stopped cold as they saw the small group staring at them from the couch. "Ooops!" "Mommy!", wailed Holly, as she scrambled down off the couch and ran to her mother. As soon as she got there, she stuck her head in the trash can and vomited again, then started crying again. "Oh, Lord!", muttered Lauren. She glanced over at Heather. The teenaged girl had climbed off the couch and was coming over. "Let's go clean up, honey." She looked at Lauren and said, "She's been sick to her stomach all night long. I think it's just a stomach bug. She's been tossing her cookies for awhile now." Lauren led her youngest towards the stairs. "Any diarrhea?" "No." Just then Holly let out another wail and ran up the stairs towards the bathroom. "Then again, the night is young.", quipped the teen. The two women followed Holly into the bathroom. Down at the bottom of the stairs, Peter glanced at Robby in concern, and the boy explained the night's festivities. Peter nodded in understanding. "You know, I don't think either one of us is going to be seeing too much more romance for the evening." "I've sort of come to that conclusion myself.", replied Robby glumly. Peter waited for Lauren to reappear from the bath. When she said it would be all right, that her baby simply had an upset tummy, both he and Robby took their leave. Peter arrived back at the Graham home slightly before noon the next day, Sunday. Robby was absent, having to work. Peter let himself in, and found that Frank, Shirley, and Helen had already arrived. Holly was up, looking pale but much happier. The little girl was wearing fresh pajamas, and wrapped up in a heavy terry cloth robe, with her feet in pink bunny slippers. "Hi, Peter!", she said excitedly as he came into the kitchen, looking up at him from where she was sitting on her mother's lap. "We're planning the vacation!" "Vacation?", he asked, looking at his future wife curiously. Lauren rolled her eyes. "The honeymoon. I was just explaining to Holly that a honeymoon was sort of a vacation." "Where are we going?", asked the little girl, eyes bright. Peter cleared his throat and looked away; best to leave this to Holly's mother. Lauren grimaced at her fiancé's cowardice and said, "Uh, a honeymoon is a vacation for married people. It's just for Mommy and Peter." Holly looked horror-stricken. Shirley and Helen tried not to laugh as Lauren tried to dig herself out of the hole she was digging for herself. "But what about us? Aren't Jimmy and me and Heather going on the honeymoon, too? Aren't we getting a honeymoon?" She looked as if she was about to cry. Peter rescued Lauren by picking the little girl up and turning her to face him. "Hey, do you want to go on a vacation?" "Yeah!", she said excitedly. "Well, I was planning on talking it over with your Mom, but after the honeymoon, before school starts, maybe we could all go on a family vacation." "A family honeymoon?" "Sort of.", he said with a smile. Lauren was looking up at him with an expression of relief. "Maybe someplace in Florida, Orlando, maybe..." "Disney World?!", blurted out Heather. Holly's face lit up. She scrambled down to the floor and ran into the living room, where her brother was playing a video game. "We're going to Disney World, we're going to Disney World!" "You've done it now.", commented Lauren as Peter leaned down to kiss her. The little group broke up briefly, with some of the adults wandering into the living room to quiet the children and the others starting to make sandwiches for lunch. As Lauren worked at the counter, Peter came up behind her and snuggled up against her, wrapping his arms around her in a bear hug. He nuzzled the back of her neck, then said in a low voice, "You know, we never did get to finish what we started last night." "So?", said Lauren with a laugh. "Well, we could always sneak upstairs..." "In the middle of the day, with my parents here!?", she snorted in derision. "Maybe we could kick Heather out of her room for a bit." "Oh, yeah, like we can tell her that you're horny and need a quickie!", she replied with a laugh. "And there's always the garage. I mean, it doesn't have heat or power yet, but hey five minutes and we're back. Ten, tops!" "Ack!", squawked Lauren. "You better think again, buster. You are going to need a lot more than five or ten minutes!" Peter nuzzled her neck and whispered in her ear, "Well then, this Wednesday night, you come over to my place, we order in dinner, and you take off all your clothes. I promise I'll take more than five or ten minutes." "Damn straight! Several times, in fact!", she replied. She kissed him quickly to seal the bargain, then handed him a plate with sandwiches. "Set the table." Lunch was eaten around the dining room table, still about the only sizable location not under construction, though partially moved into the living room. Peter noticed at one end of the table a folder thick with wedding plans. "Any recent changes?", he asked. Lauren shook her head; her mouth full of sandwich prevented anything more. She swallowed quickly and said, "No, not really." "Are you sure we can't help somehow?", asked her mother. "I mean, we can come up with some money..." "Me too!", agreed Helen. "It's not that at all. Peter and I, we both have enough to do this, and you guys have already married me off once. It's just, well, I've done the big thing once already, and it was great, but I don't need to get crazy again. We can do something a lot simpler and still have fun. Right, Peter?" Lauren suddenly realized that she really hadn't discussed some of this with her intended. He had just gone along with her. Peter shrugged pleasantly. "Hey, I've been part of big weddings before, although never as the guest of honor, and if you want it simpler, that's fine with me. When Sue got married, she had a major league zoo going on! No thanks." Lauren looked at him curiously. "How big was it? I had a Maid of Honor and two bridesmaids, and Gary had his Best Man and a pair of grooms." Shirley piped in, "And Christy had a total of five on each side." "Sue couldn't make up her mind, so she had two Maids of Honor, seven bridesmaids, flower girl, ring bearer, and a miniature bride and groom. Jack was rounding up anybody with a pulse to match her crew! It was simply insane.", replied Peter. The others simply shook their heads in disbelief. "What you're planning is more than sufficient for me, thank you very much." "It still seems a little weird, you know.", commented Shirley. She opened the folder and reviewed things once more. It was definitely going to be a simpler wedding than Peter's sister's. Aside from Heather as Maid of Honor, Lauren had no bridesmaids. Peter's father was to be Best Man. Holly was the flower girl, Jimmy was walking his mother down the aisle, and the ring bearer was scheduled to be Roger, Peter's Cambodian nephew. The plan was that if he got antsy or scared at the last minute, they could substitute another nephew quickly. Since they wouldn't be wearing tuxedos, just a nice suit, it would be easy to hand the ring to another boy. "Just as long as you don't give it to Young Frank.", commented Peter. "Who's Young Frank?", asked Helen. "He's Little Frank's oldest boy." Neither Helen nor Shirley understood, so Peter had to explain the family relationships. "My dad is Big Frank, and his first son, my oldest brother, is Little Frank, and when he had a son and named him Frank, we just started calling him Young Frank." The women nodded in understanding. Young Frank was Peter's oldest nephew. "Anyway, when George got married, Young Frank must have been about six or so, and he was the ring bearer. Did just fine, too. Marched right up to the front of the church, proud as punch. When it came time to hand George the ring, he walks right up, hands over the ring, then stands there, crosses his legs, sticks out an elbow, and leans on the altar or whatever they were standing in front of for the rest of the ceremony, watching from up front." "Oh no!", gasped Shirley, laughter in her eyes. "Oh, yes! Wouldn't be budged, either. George gave him a nudge and Young Frank nudged him back. We've got photos of it. Even the priest was laughing. His mother was mortified!" They continued down the list. No tuxes. No limos. No band at the reception. No DJ. No dancing. The wedding was on a Friday afternoon, so they could get a decent rate at the reception afterwards and didn't need to reserve things a year in advance. One photographer and no video cameras. An open bar, so there would be plenty of booze, but a simple buffet dinner. No fancy wedding dress that wouldn't ever be worn again. Both Heather and Lauren were going to buy nice formal dresses that they could wear in the future. Peter stood up and dropped his plate in the kitchen sink, then grabbed a cup of coffee and headed into the living room. Holly followed him and climbed onto his lap, to ask questions about Disney World. Her mother laughed; the little girl was obviously ready to start packing. She took the rest of the plates to the sink, then poured coffee for herself and the other three women. Heather pulled a heavy brochure out of the bottom of the folder. "Is this the cruise ship you're taking?" Lauren glanced at it and nodded. "Well, that's for all their boats in the Caribbean, I guess." She took the booklet from the teen's hands and flipped through the pages, stopping on one with a number of handwritten annotations. "This is the one we're going to be on." "Wow!" Heather gaped at the cutout drawing of the interior of the liner. "It's huge! Which room are you staying in?" "Uhhhh... this one, I think." She tapped a room on an upper level with a fingernail. Heather followed the color coding on the map to a photo of one of the rooms. "You've got a balcony!?" "I guess." She looked into the living room. "Peter, on the cruise, does our room have a balcony?" Peter turned his head. "Well, my room does. Your room is way down at the bottom of the boat, and you get an oar." Lauren stuck her tongue out at him and gave him a Bronx cheer. She turned back to the others and said, "I still can't believe they have balconies on a boat." "Well, they're not really a balcony.", commented her mother. "Not like you're thinking, anyway." "When you went on your cruise did you have a balcony, too?", asked Helen. Shirley nodded. "So did we!" She turned towards Lauren and Heather and said, "It's really just that the outside wall of your cabin goes out onto this little deck through a patio door. You're not really out over the edge of the ship or anything. Once you're on the ship, you'll understand, don't worry about it." Turning back to Shirley, she asked in a lowered voice, "Did you and Frank, you know, out on the balcony? Gary's Dad and I did!" Lauren was shocked at the question, and even more shocked when her mother blushed and grinned. "Sure, why not!" "Mother! Out on the balcony!? What if somebody had seen?", hissed Lauren. "Who was going to see, in the middle of the ocean? There's partitions, you have a private balcony. Everybody did it. We left the patio door open a few nights and I know our neighbors did it out there." Heather giggled and Lauren blushed. Shirley ignored them and commented, "The deck out there was kind of rough on the knees, though." Lauren stared, almost missing Helen's reply. "I took a pillow out there." She looked at Lauren. "Oh, don't give me that look of moral outrage. You'll try it too, everybody does. Hell, knowing you two, you probably won't even wait for the bags to be brought up to the cabin." At this comment, the conversation changed to the procedures for checking onto the ship and what could be expected on board. "What happens if you get seasick?", asked Heather. "Uh, good question.", said Lauren looking at the two older women curiously. Helen simply waved it off, saying how the boats were too big to move very much, and they had these giant stabilizers on them to keep them from rocking. Shirley was a little more helpful. "Your father used these patches. They're sort of like little Band-Aids, you wear them behind the ear. He never had any problems. I got a little nervous when we left, so I wore one also, but after the first day I took it off. I didn't need it." "So, did the boat rock enough to make things interesting?", asked Heather, waggling her eyebrows lewdly. You're too young to be asking that question, young lady!", replied Shirley. Helen laughed. "No, it moves too slow for what you're thinking about. For that kind of fun, you need to take a train ride. Rich and I took a train ride, one of those scenic trips, with sleeper cars and all, through the Rockies once. Now that's a trip you can get a lot of rhythmic movement on." "Mother!", protested Lauren, smiling. "What kind of clothes should I pack? How warm does it get?" "Don't pack much. You won't be needing any underwear.", commented Helen. Shirley laughingly agreed. "I did take a swimsuit, that blue one I showed you once, remember?" It took Lauren a second to remember it. Her mother never wore two piece suits, though Lauren and Helen did. Instead, it had been a very brief one piece suit, mostly backless, cut very low in a deep vee between her breasts, and cut very high on the legs. It was designed for a much younger woman, but Lauren had admitted it had looked very good on her mother. It was very sheer, and the one time Shirley had modeled it, Lauren had noticed how obvious her nipples and pussy lips were through the fabric. "Uh, yeah." "Your daddy liked it." "I bet!", said Lauren dryly. Shirley glanced at her watch and stood up. "Well, your father is taking me out to dinner tonight, and we need to be going. I need to shower and dress." She called back over her shoulder, "Frank, we have to be going!" "You ought to dress like you did on the cruise.", commented Helen. "That's how I'm going to dress when I go over to Jack's tonight." It took Lauren a second to realize what Helen was suggesting. Her mother-in-law was suggesting that Shirley go out to dinner without any underwear on! Her eyes widened, and no more so than when her own mother simply grinned and nodded in agreement. The Sunday night dinner was a quiet affair, with Peter cooking some pork chops and wild rice for the family. Later, after the news, he announced he had an early morning trip and needed to go back to his apartment. He stood and went to the front door, with Lauren holding his hand as she followed behind. He pulled his coat on, and Lauren snuggled up against him to kiss her fiancé goodbye. "Did you really want me to come over Wednesday night?", she asked. "Yeah, sure! It's been almost a month since we did that. Will you be able to get Heather to watch the kids?" "Only if she wants a car." Peter looked at her curiously. "I talked it over with the lawyer who does the trust for her. If the house sells for what's being asked, I'll let her buy a car when she turns seventeen, something nice, used, whatever. Nothing crazy." Peter nodded in understanding. "Could you teach her how to drive?", she asked. "Not in a million years!", he replied fervently. "Not even if I come over on Wednesday and..." "No, no, no!" "We'll see." Holly came wandering over to the doorway and Peter bent down to give the little girl a hug. "Are you and Mommy going to have sex?", she asked. "WHAT!?!?", exclaimed Lauren. Peter simply grinned and turned his head away. Holly looked up at her mother. It was a simple question. "After you get married, are you and Peter going to have sex, you know, to have a baby. If you want a baby you have to have sex." Holly knew all about it. She had talked it over with a friend in school. Neither little girl knew anything about sex other than the word itself. Lauren simply rolled her eyes and punched Peter lightly in the ribs. "We don't know yet.", she answered. Jimmy came wandering by and smirked. "Well, if you do, it'll probably be twins, so just make sure they're boys, okay. There's enough women in this family right now!" ------- Chapter 36: Casseroles And Babies Lauren let herself into Peter's apartment with the key he had given her. "Anybody home?", she called out. "In the kitchen." Lauren wandered through the living room, dropping her coat and handbag off on the couch as she passed through. "What's cooking?", she asked. "Oh, just a chicken and pasta casserole.", replied Peter. He leaned over and kissed her. "That's pretty. Is it new?" "No, not really." "I must not have seen it before then. It looks very nice. Professional, yet sexy." Lauren smiled. She was wearing a skirt suit that did indeed look professional yet sexy. It was in a navy blue pinstripe, with a skirt that was tastefully short, several inches above the knee, and form fitting, with the jacket being fitted with a vee neckline. She wore dark stockings and three inch heels with it. "Take your coat off and stay awhile.", commented Peter. "Would you like a beer?" "Why not.", answered Lauren. Peter put the casserole in the oven, then began rooting around in the refrigerator for the beer, Lauren got a wicked thought and decided to say 'Why not?' to both comments. She unbuttoned her jacket and removed it, tossing it onto the bar separating the kitchen from the dining room. Peter fumbled in the refrigerator for several minutes before standing triumphantly. "I knew I had some beer in here." He turned around with a bottle in each hand and looked at Lauren. "Whoa!" Peter had liked her jacket and skirt ensemble, but had been assuming that beneath the jacket she was wearing a blouse. Instead she was wearing nothing more than lingerie. He wasn't sure what to call it, a bustier or a strapless long-line bra, but he liked it! Black and lacy and mostly transparent, it was heavily underwired to lift and separate her majestic bosom and show deep cleavage. Her nipples were totally visible through the sheer fabric. It ended a few inches above her belly button. "You did tell me I could take off my jacket.", Lauren said with a small pout. "Should I put it back on?" "No, no! You just surprised me is all. I think it looks fine." He twisted off the bottle cap and Lauren took the beer bottle from him. "Uh, does that come as part of a set?" "Why, yes, would you like to see?" Peter nodded happily, and Lauren said, "Well, my hands are full, maybe you can help." Peter quickly set down his beer bottle and Lauren turned so that he could get at the zipper on the back of the skirt. He quickly undid the hook-and-eye catch and undid the zipper, then pushed it lower as Lauren wriggled her hips. As she turned back towards him, a demure smile on her face, Peter could see that the top was part of a set, with the bottom being a tiny transparent black lace thong. Her stockings were very long thigh tops, in a very sheer black tone. "Very nice.", he commented. "I thought you might like it." Lauren followed Peter into the living room. "How long before dinner?" "Long enough!", he replied with a smirk. He settled down into an armchair and Lauren sat on his lap, twisting sideways. She sipped her beer and smiled as Peter used his free hand to trace his fingertips along her thighs. "You wore this to work?" ""Well, it's not like I told anybody what I was wearing. I mean, you just can't trust those computer guys." "Really?" "Why, if they knew what I was wearing, I know they'd have taken off my jacket and skirt and used me over and over for their sordid pleasures. That's what computer guys do, isn't it?", she teased. "Well, I've always tried to live up to that, anyway.", he admitted. "Were there any particular sordid pleasures you had in mind?" Lauren finished her beer and settled back into Peter's arms. "Well, the ones that would let us finish in time for dinner come to mind..." Lauren waited for her love to finish his beer, then took it from his hands and set it off to the side. Lauren snuggled up against her lover and Peter allowed his fingers to do the walking. Lauren's breath became ragged and her eyes closed as she succumbed to the waves of pleasure running through her lush frame. First Peter peeled the tops of her bra cups down, exposing her nipples, which he began to caress and fondle. Next he slipped a hand down between her legs, to slide under the edge of her thong panty and tease her pussy lips. When his fingertip slipped inside, to caress her clit, she shuddered and gasped as she orgasmed. "Oh, Peter, I need you.", she whispered in his ear. One hand was wrapped around his neck while the other was popping buttons on his shirt. "I want you, Peter!" Peter smiled to himself. He wasn't anywhere near ready to make love to Lauren. He continued to fondle her heaving tits and finger her sopping wet pussy and engorged clit, and now leaned down to nuzzle and suckle the base of her neck. Lauren moaned as she came again; her neck was a major erogenous zone! She was begging and pleading with Peter to fuck her, even as he took her through repeated orgasms. Finally Peter relented. He lifted Lauren by the waist and pushed her away sufficiently to allow her to fumble open his pants. As soon as she had exposed his rock hard erection, he lifted her up and set her squirming body down on his cock, pushing her thong to one side and slipping into her tight and greasy cunt. "Fuck me, Peter, fuck me!", wailed Lauren as she bounced on his cock. She was still sitting sideways on his lap, with Peter slumped down in the armchair, a blissful smile on his face. Lauren moaned as she orgasmed continually. Peter continued to play with her nipples, and pushed her hands between her legs. Lauren frigged her clit fiercely as she fucked him. It was almost anticlimactic when Peter finally groaned and Lauren felt his cock twitch, as he spewed upwards into her. She sagged against him, exhausted. "Oh, Peter!" A few minutes later, the annoying tones from the electronic timer woke them from their post-coital reverie. "Shit.", muttered Peter. Lauren climbed off his lap. She adjusted her clothes to some semblance of order and commented, "Actually, for some reason, I'm awfully hungry!" Peter snorted and laughed. He tucked himself back into his pants, zipping them up and redoing his belt, though he left his shirt open. "Come to think of it, so am I!" He smiled at her as they went back into the kitchen. "Leave the suit off, babe. I'll warm you up again if you get chilly." Lauren chuckled and left her clothing where it was laying on the counter. "Give me a moment.", she said, then headed down the hallway to the bathroom. Peter began pulling the casserole from the oven when he heard Lauren exclaim, "Shit!" Setting the casserole on a hot mat, he wandered into the hallway to find Lauren coming back towards him. She had straightened her clothing out and looked at him crossly. "What's wrong?" "This!", she said, pointing to a dark mark on the side of her neck. Peter looked at it closely and began to smile. "It's not funny!", Lauren protested. "It's a hickey!", laughed her fiancé. "I know it's a hickey! I'm a thirty-three year old mother! A thirty-three year old mother can't go to work with a hickey on her neck!" "Wow, that's a problem all right. And to think, all this time, I've been worried about global warming and famine." "Fuck you!" Lauren flipped him both middle fingers, which only made Peter laugh louder. "So I guess that means you're going to rush home in anger and not eat dinner." Peter wrapped his arms around her to keep her in place. "I should, you bastard.", Lauren said, trying not to smile. She sniffed the aroma of the casserole wafting her way. "Uh, maybe I'll go home after dinner, that smells pretty good, actually." "Yeah, why don't you wait until after dinner to punish me." Peter kept an arm around Lauren's waist and led her back to the kitchen. He moved her skirt and jacket onto a dining room chair, then set plates out at the bar. Peter returned to the refrigerator and rooted out another couple of bottles of beer. Lauren pulled a spatula from a drawer and served up some casserole. She was daintily tasting the hot meal when Peter sat down and opened a bottle for her. "This is delicious!", she gushed. "Maybe I shouldn't punish you after all." "Darn, I was really looking forward to getting punished.", he replied, then sampled his own meal. "Yeah, it's not bad, is it?" "No, it's actually pretty good. What's in it?" "Well, I diced up a couple of chicken breasts I nuked in the microwave, mixed in some cooked noodles, some peas, a can of cream of mushroom soup, and other stuff, then topped it with some shredded cheddar cheese and bread crumbs. Bake for 45 minutes and it's ready to eat." Lauren stared at him wide-eyed. "And you did that all by the time I got here? When did you leave work? Lunch?" "No, I just got home before you came in. What, couldn't you whip that up in five minutes?!" Peter laughed. "Actually I made it up last night and put it in the refrigerator overnight. All I had to do was heat up the oven." "Well, it's still pretty good." They ate a few more mouthfuls in silence, then Lauren said, "Uh, about the other night, what Holly said..." Peter's eyes lit up. "Were we going to have sex? That was priceless!" "Priceless! Thank God my parents had gone home by then!" "Oh, it wasn't that bad. Lot's of kids do that. I gather my sister Sue did that once, at a school parent's night. Momma almost had a heart attack but my father really pissed her off. He told Sue that Momma had sex six times, but he'd never had sex." Lauren gaped and laughed. "Oh, Lord!" "Yeah, Sue had learned that sex and reproduction were related, but knew nothing about either. Momma was pissed at Dad for the joke more than anything. They still talk about it." "Anyway, I wanted to ask you about it. I mean we've never really talked about it." "What? Sex?... Oh...", commented Peter, as his brow furrowed with sudden understanding. "Yeah, 'Oh!' Well?" "Well what?", replied Peter, ducking the question. "Oh no you don't! I already know that answer for me. What about you? We really need to at least talk about this, Peter. Have you ever thought about having children?", asked Lauren. She reached out and held his hand. Peter sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Yes and no. I mean, up till now, my primary concern about being a father was to make sure I wasn't one. No matter when or where, I always kept a condom in my pocket or wallet, understand?" Lauren nodded with a smile. "Speaking of which, way back when, when we first started dating, and you told me I didn't need a rubber, that you were already on the Pill, why was that?" Lauren looked startled. "Why was I on the Pill?" Peter nodded. "Yeah. Now don't misunderstand me, but if you hadn't been with anybody since Gary died, and I believe you, I really do, but why then were you on the Pill? It's not like you were preventing anything." Lauren rolled her eyes and smiled. "Peter, I've been on the Pill since I was thirteen, and I'll be on the Pill long after you've had a vasectomy. I need it to regulate my cycle." Peter looked confused. "You really don't understand?" "No." "Well, the Pill works by forcing your body through the normal monthly cycle. Pregnancy disrupts that cycle, so by forcing menstruation, you end the pregnancy. Follow me? Now some women, and I'm one of them, have very irregular periods. It's not always a strict four week cycle. Sometimes we skip months, or go long or short, or have terrible cramps and pain. Using the Pill smoothes things out by forcing our bodies to behave.", she explained. "Oh, I never knew." "So, babies?", Lauren prompted. "Yeah, well anyway, like I said, my overwhelming concern was to avoid the problem, so to speak. After a while, I sort of realized that I wasn't going to be living the American Dream, with a wife at home with 2.5 children, and that was okay, too. Then I met you, with two kids and a teenager living in." Peter threw his hands up in the air. "God knows I love you, and I love the kids, and Heather, too, but it sure ain't Ozzie and Harriet, you know?" "So, did you ever imagine being a father yourself? I have to tell you, honey, that you'd be a great Dad. You are very good with the kids.", commented Lauren. Peter gave a wry grin. "I suppose. I guess I've thought about it, but you're the first woman I've ever met where I wanted to consider it. I mean, maybe, yeah, but it takes two to tango. Even if I wanted to, if you're not interested..." "I wouldn't turn down the offer.", she replied. Peter raised his eyebrows quizzically, and Lauren continued. "Gary and I had talked about a third child. We were thinking about starting on another baby right before he died, but we hadn't actually gotten to that point yet. I've still got a few ticks left on the biological clock." "Uh, speaking of which, is that really a problem? You're only thirty-three.", he asked. "I'm good to go for a few years still. After thirty-five, though, my odds of getting pregnant start dropping pretty severely. After forty, realistically you can forget it. Uh, if we do decide to have a child, I'd probably want to do it in a couple of years or so. I don't want a baby right away, but if we do, I don't want kids in the house when I'm in my fifties." Peter looked startled at this, then laughed. "Well, that's all right. I'll still be a young man in my forties." Lauren flipped him a middle finger. "Oh, by the way, what my son asked the other day, about a child being twins. Is it really that likely in your family?" It was Peter's turn to laugh loudly. "I worked it out once. The odds of a woman normally having twins is something like one in eighty. In our family it's about one in six." "Oh my God! Are you shitting me!?", exclaimed Lauren. "That's like playing Russian Roulette with babies! What, do you have some strange mutant baby-making genes?" "Hey, I've heard of worse. I was once talking to one of our sales guys who had just closed on a house with a young couple where the wife was pregnant with twin boys. Her husband was a twin, his father was a twin, his brother had two sets of twin boys - every male in the entire family was a twin! How's that for strange genetic mutation?!" "That's bizarre!" Lauren thought about it a moment. "Peter, I would like to try it some day, a baby with you. Would that be all right?" "What would your kids say?" Lauren waved this off. "Heather would be out of the house by then, and the other two would love the idea, especially if it was twins! I'm not so sure how I would react..." "Well, as long as we get to practice ahead of time.", he replied leeringly. "Oh, really.", she replied dryly. Lauren smiled and stood up, taking her plate to the kitchen and setting it in the sink. She turned and took Peter's plate and set it aside also. "Time for some practice.", she said with a smile. Peter stood and took Lauren by the hand and led her back into the living room. He sat down on the couch and pulled her into his arms, sitting on his lap, and gently pulled her face towards his. Lauren's eyes were closed as she hungrily sought out his lips and tongue. "Oh, Peter, I want you so bad.", she whispered as his fingers began tracing soft patterns across her back. Peter reached around and undid the clasp holding her bustier/bra together and peeled it away, so that Lauren was topless. Holding her in place with one arm behind her back, Peter brought the other around to her front, tossing the garment aside, and began pinching and tweaking her distended nipples. Lauren moaned happily and proceeded to return the favor. She quickly pushed his shirt open and traced her fingers down his stomach to his pants. Peter shifted slightly so that Lauren could reach between them and undo his belt and trousers, to reach in and grasp his stiff cock. It was now his turn to moan. Lauren squirmed as Peter's fingers kept finding new places to arouse her. She gasped as she shuddered in a small orgasm, then shifted around on the couch. She lay down, her head in Peter's lap, and said, "I think you want me to suck your cock, don't you?" Peter nodded and Lauren turned her face to the magnificent cock waving redly before her. "I'm going to suck you and then I'm going to fuck you!" Peter reached down and tugged Lauren's lacy black thong off, then she opened her mouth and began sucking and licking his cockhead. "Oh, God, that's so good!", he muttered. Peter kept one hand in Lauren's lush auburn hair that was falling around his crotch, and his other hand he moved towards her crotch. Lauren shifted slightly, raising one leg up and twisting to give him easier access. Peter's middle finger easily slid into her pussy. It was very greasy and hot, and Lauren's moan was so loud it made it past the cock in her mouth. He began rubbing her clit furiously, and Lauren shivered with the assault on her cunt. Lauren began bobbing her head up and down, deep-throating her lover, as she stroked and pumped his cock with one hand. She could taste the pre-come flowing freely into her mouth. She didn't think she was going to be able to stop and pull off, to climb on top and fuck her fiancé. She was right. Peter begged, "Don't stop, don't stop, keep sucking, keep sucking..." Both hands were holding her head in place gently, and his hips began bucking upwards off the couch, fucking his cock deeper into her mouth. "Take it, take it...", he whispered, as his cock suddenly thickened and began spurting come. Lauren shoved her face down, taking his cock in deeper, and began swallowing; the reflex action on Peter's cockhead drove him mad with lust and he just kept pumping come into her. Finally he gasped and sagged back onto the couch. Smirking, Lauren pulled away, idly pumping his softening prick. "I think you liked that." "I think I loved that! I guess that really wasn't much in the way of baby-making practice.", he said with a smile. Lauren laughed. She kissed his limp prick and waved it crudely at him. "Well, if you can get ready, I'm still interested in a practice round." She resumed fondling him. "How late can you stay?" Peter ran his hand along her side, then cupped a full breast and rolled the nipple through his fingers. Lauren sighed contentedly. "Late. Heather is watching the kids and I told her I was very, very horny! I am expecting at least one more fuck before I leave, and I'm really hoping for two!" "Nothing like putting a little pressure on a guy.", he quipped. Already Peter could feel Lauren's fingers working their magic on his groin. He no longer felt like his cock was a limp noodle. The shrinkage had stopped, and blood was slowly filling and stiffening it. "Did you really tell her that?" Lauren simply grinned from where she lay in his lap. Peter shook his head. "It is just so weird the way you too tell each other everything like that." "What's weird? Women always tell their girlfriends that sort of thing. It's just weird to you, since she'll be living with us. She's not actually my daughter, but more like my friend." "And does she tell you about her sex life?" Peter's cock was beginning to fill out pleasantly. Lauren continued pumping gently. "All the time!" Peter shook his head in amazement. He disengaged Lauren from his body and stood, letting his slacks and briefs fall to the floor. He peeled off his shirt and socks, standing naked before her, his stiff cock pointing at her. Lauren eyed it hungrily. "Sit up.", he ordered. "Sit upright and scoot your ass forward and spread your legs." Peter pushed the coffee table away from the couch and knelt between Lauren's outstretched legs. "I need to do some quality control first, see if you're ready for this." Lauren grinned. "Trust me, baby, this is first rate pussy!" Then she gasped and sagged into the couch, as Peter dove forward. He disdained any fancy technique. He simply planted his lips on her pussy lips and extended his tongue to madly lick her clit. Within moments, Lauren's fingers were entwined in his short hair, dragging him deeper into her pussy, and she was shrieking quietly as she came and came repeatedly. "Fuck me, Peter, fuck me, Peter!", she pleaded. Peter relented. Kneeling upright, his face glistening with her cunt juice, he shuffled forward until his cockhead was poised at her pussy lips. He tucked his arms under her knees and lifted her and pulled her forward, so that she was slumped down on the couch, spread before him obscenely, her pussy inflamed with need, red and wet, twitching with orgasm. "Put it in!", he ordered, and as soon as Lauren had tucked the cockhead inside, he had slammed forward, shoving completely inside. Lauren cried out anew. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, the held on as, nearly bent in half, Peter rammed in and out. She gasped as she came again, with Peter's cock sawing back and forth against her engorged clit. Lauren was so enraptured she almost missed it when Peter let out a groan and arched his back, slamming into her one last time, as hot liquid splashed into her and coated her pussy walls. "Jesus Christ!", she exclaimed weakly, as she pulled back and sagged down into the cushions. "Was that what you had in mind?", said Peter. "For baby-making practice?" "Shit, that was worth triplets, not twins!" ------- Chapter 37: Apartment Hunting Jack Ferguson walked up the walkway and tried to shake the gnawing concern off. It really wasn't all that big a problem in the grand scheme of things; it was just a major nuisance to him personally. He adjusted the bags he was carrying, first the overnight bag in his right hand and the paper bag in his left. The paper bag contained a couple of very nice bottles of burgundy, and he raised it along with his hand to extend his forefinger and press the button for the doorbell. He would simply have to worry about it later. He stopped worrying as soon as the door opened up. Helen Graham was standing in her doorway smiling broadly at him, wearing a lovely rose colored satin gown. It seemed a little too formal for a nightgown but rather minimal for an evening gown. It was totally opaque and totally sheer, clinging to her lush body like a second skin. It dipped low between her abundant breasts and had a slit up the front to mid-thigh, and as she tuned to lead him inside, he found it dipped even lower in the back. It was impossible that she could be wearing anything under the gown at all! She was also wearing a pair of high heeled pumps, open-toed and sling-backed, that gave an air of sophistication to the outfit. Jack stepped inside the front door and kicked it shut with a foot, then tossed his overnight bag to the side. He followed Helen into the kitchen carrying the wine. They had been seeing each other for several months now, and had fallen into a delightfully decadent routine. Each weekend one of them would spend the entire weekend at the other's place, usually alternating between Jack's apartment and Helen's house. It wasn't considered necessary to pack underwear. They usually went out to dinner one night and spent the other eating at home. Jack had packed a sport coat and a pair of slacks in his bag, and seeing Helen dressed in her 'lounging gown', since he had no other idea what to call it, he knew that tonight they'd be dining at home. He was correct; stepping into the kitchen he saw that a large crock pot was simmering something that smelled very tasty and a loaf of French bread on the counter. Jack set the bottles of wine on the counter and leaned down to kiss Helen full on the lips. She kissed him back equally hard, wrapping her arms around his neck and rubbing her body against his. His cock strained against the front of his trousers and pushed against her torso. Jack ran his fingers lightly down her back to her hips. She wasn't wearing even a thong underneath the gown, he thought with a smile. "Do we have to have dinner right away?", he asked. Seeing her in that gown really made him want to do something other than eat, no matter how hungry he was. "No, why?", she answered, her eyes twinkling. The good doctor didn't answer, or his actions were answer enough. Backing her up against the kitchen wall by the pantry, he peeled the top of her gown away from her tits. Helens nipples were standing upright as he fondled them briefly, then he pulled a hand away. It only took him a moment to unzip his pants and undo the catch at the waist. Helen helped by pushing his boxers down below his hips, then he tugged her gown high enough that her clean shaved pussy could be felt through the slit in the gown. She moaned as she spread her legs, and Jack pushed his cock into her. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!", she whimpered as her lover hammered his cock into her, bouncing her ass against the wall. Jack was tall enough that as his cock sawed in and out, it rubbed against her clit going both directions. Her eyes closed tight, she shuddered as she shook with the orgasms he was driving through her. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" "Oh shit, oh shit!", he complained as he couldn't hold out any longer. Helen's tight pussy was sucking the come from his cock, and he gasped as he collapsed against her, pushing her back against the wall. "Wow!", she murmured, holding her arms around him as they both caught their breath. "Wow!", he agreed. He pushed away from the wall, his limp prick slipping loose from Helen's cunt, and they separated. She allowed her gown to fall back down around her legs as she adjusted the straps to cover her breasts again. Jack pulled his shorts and pants back up, tucking his shirttails back in as he did. "Now I think I'm ready for supper." Helen snorted and slipped the pump back on that had slipped off during their standup fuck. "Set the table, honey.", she asked, then turned back to the counter. She began slicing the loaf of bread. "You're late.", she commented. She lifted the lid off the crock pot and a rich beefy aroma wafted through the kitchen. Jack came over and took a small crust of bread, dipping it into the stew and tasting it with a smile. "You made this since you got home?" "Not hardly.", she said with a smile. Fridays Helen got out of the office at four. It was now almost seven-thirty. "I put the stuff in the pot this morning and set it to slow simmer all day." She took a large ladle and filled a pair of bowls, then carried them to the dining room table. Jack followed with one of the bottles of burgundy and the wine glasses. "I had to read some mail when I got home, and I was late getting home to begin with." He made a small grimace as he mentioned his mail, and Helen caught it. "What's wrong, babe?" He grimaced again, more noticeably this time. "You're not going to believe this, but I'm being evicted.", he said with a wry laugh. "Evicted!" "Well, sort of.", he replied with a rueful smile. "Not really. I just got a letter in the mail that the owners of the apartment building are turning the thing condo. I have sixty days to buy or find a new place to live." Helen adjusted her gown slightly and said, "I don't understand. They can't just evict you, can they?" He nodded. "Actually, they can. I get a first right to purchase, and at a discount, as well, but if I don't take them up on it, I have to move and they sell it to someone else." He mentioned the price to her and Helen blanched. It was a nice enough apartment, but nothing special. Two bedrooms, one bath, decent size living room, combination dining room and kitchen. Not even a balcony. "That's ridiculous!", she commented. "I agree. Still, real estate prices have been going up for the last few years, a lot. Just ask your future son-in-law, sort of, about it." "So, can you buy it? Or did you want to move?" Jack shrugged his shoulders. "I have some money, but I'd have to mortgage a healthy chunk, and I don't want a mortgage at my age. I mean, people our ages are paying off their mortgages, not getting them, for Pete's sake!" He grimaced. "I'll probably have to start looking around next week." Helen nodded in understanding, and studied her lover as he ate his stew. She enjoyed Jack Ferguson's company more than any man she had met since her husband had died. She wondered... Taking a deep breath, she took the plunge. "You know, I happen to know this place where you'd fit right in. The rent could be very reasonable, and you wouldn't believe what the landlady would be willing to put up with." She shrugged a shoulder, causing one of the straps holding her gown up to slip down her arm. The only thing holding the gown up was the nipple in the lace edging. It took him a few seconds to catch her meaning, then Jack simply stared at her. "Are you serious?" Helen shifted her gown back into position and smiled nervously. She'd had a number of lovers since her husband Rich had died, but had never considered anything permanent. Now, asking somebody to move in, and not even getting married - she was in uncharted waters. She nodded. "I think so. I hope so. Why don't you move in here? I have plenty of room. You can use the study as your office." In his apartment, the doctor used the second bedroom as an office/study/computer room. "It would put a whole new meaning on the idea of getting screwed by your landlord!" "I'll say!" Jack shook his head in disbelief. "You're serious, aren't you?" He looked at her as she nodded agreement. He couldn't believe it. "Listen, before you get too serious, you have to know, I am not the easiest person to live with. You know I've been married before, right?" "You told me." "Twice." "Twice!", she exclaimed. Peter nodded. "Come on, we need to talk." He picked up his wine glass and the bottle and led Helen into the living room. She followed him and sat next to him on the couch. He refilled their glasses. "Okay.", he continued. "I've been married twice. The first time was shortly after I graduated college. My girlfriend and I got married right before I entered med school. We lasted until graduation, then she split when she saw my workload was even worse as an intern." "No children?", asked Helen. "Not with that one." Helen's eyes opened at that. She had never heard him talk about children. "My second wife was during my residency. She was a nurse and everything was wonderful and happy and she became pregnant and we were going to live the perfect life, right up until the kid was born." "What happened?" "Oh, nothing much. My son is as black as the ace of spades, but other than that, nothing much.", he said acidly. "What!?" He nodded in agreement. "My son is of the African American persuasion. Now, I'm as open minded as the next guy, and I'm a firm believer in equal opportunity for all, but not in my bedroom!" He finished the wine in his glass and poured some more. "She was sleeping with half the doctors on her shift. I divorced her before she ever left the hospital." "There's no chance of her parents..." Helen trailed off, knowing she sounded inane. Jack snorted. "You know how blood tests work? She was A+, I'm O+, and my son is B-." "Why do you call him your son?" "Ah, that's the wonder of it all.", he answered theatrically. "By the laws of the land, since we were married, he's my son, regardless of who the real father is. I've only got a couple more years of child support to go." "You pay child support? For a child who isn't yours? That's insane!", she said in a shocked tone. "I quite agree.", he replied. "Now you know where a big chunk of my money goes. Another big chunk goes to malpractice insurance. Being a doctor is nowhere near the gold mine most people think it is." Helen sipped her wine and considered what he had told her. She had seen enough of the pressures that young doctors faced at the clinic. She also knew that the man next to her wasn't a twenty-something anymore. That time was almost two decades ago. She set the wine glass down. "Jack, I'm willing to try it if you are." He simply shook his head. "It wouldn't feel right. I'd be mooching off you." "So pay me." He looked at her curiously. "You pay me whatever your present rent is. That would more than cover my taxes and utilities, so you wouldn't be mooching. With the money I'm saving, I'd be able to buy some very fancy nighties and take some very nice vacations with you." The doctor's eyes lit up at that. "That actually sounds fairly tempting, when you put it that way." Helen shifted, smiling slyly as her gown pulled up her legs, exposing almost all of her thighs to his suddenly ravenous view. "Are you sure that I can't do something to help you make your decision?" She reached over and began rubbing his thigh. It only took a few seconds before her hand moved up and began rubbing his stiff cock through his trousers. "I think you're doing a fine job of convincing right now!" Jack groaned quietly. "Would you like to experience one of the benefits right now?", she asked huskily. Without waiting for a response, she slid closer on the couch and used both hands to undo his trousers. He lifted his hips, allowing her to tug them off, then lay back on the couch with his stiff prick waving in the air. Helen pulled her straps down on the gown, pushing it to waist level and exposing her very aroused tits to his view. Then she leaned down and opened her mouth, and took his cock inside in a single smooth motion that had her nose in his pubic hair on the first bob. Jack groaned again, from the sheer pleasure she was providing. He gently rested his hands on the back of her head and began thrusting his hips upwards, bucking his cock deeper into her mouth. "Don't stop... just like that...", he whispered hoarsely. Despite their before dinner fuck, he felt as horny as he had ever been in his life. Helen kept Jack's cock deep in her mouth, his cockhead near the back of her throat, and began sucking hard and swallowing. Her hands kept busy at the base of his cock and softly tracing lines along his balls. Jack's groans were getting louder as she took him closer to coming, then suddenly he was there. His cock expanding, she felt his back arching and she pushed her face lower. It was almost as if his jism was sucked straight down into her stomach. She continued sucking unto his cock felt limp, then she sat upright with a smile. Helen pulled her gown up again. "Now, wasn't that better service than you're getting from your present landlord?" Jack was panting, but not so much he couldn't smile and respond. "Actually, I don't know. My present landlord has never given me a hummer before." He held his hands up, warding off any response. "Not that I ever wanted him to!" He tugged his pants back up, and leaned back against the arm of the couch. His lover followed him, climbing half atop him to snuggle in his arms. "Are you really sure you want to do this?", he asked, after resting a few minutes. Helen pushed herself up slightly and looked him in the eyes. "Yes, I'm sure. I'm a little nervous, but I'm sure." "Nervous?" "I've never lived with a man other than my husband before. I've dated, but never lived with another man. I've never really wanted to, if you understand. I don't mean to scare you off, but I'd like to try, with you." "You're not scaring me.", he answered. "I haven't lived with anyone since my last marriage, either." "Third times, the charm!", she said with a grin. Then she looked serious again. "Honey, let me be a little blunt. You and me, we're both on the downhill side of things these days. I don't want to end up alone and I don't think you do either. I want to give it a shot again." "Me too." Jack pulled Helen back into his arms and kissed her long and hard, his hands running over her body. She was whimpering by the time he pulled away. "Now, let's have some more wine and fool around some, then go upstairs. You can show me all the wonderful features of my new home." "It has several different beds.", she quipped happily. Then she grinned and pulled away. Standing, she reached out for his hand. "Come with me. I've got something to show you." Curious, Jack twisted around so that his feet were on the floor and climbed off of the couch. He took Helen's hand and followed her as she led him back through the kitchen. She was almost giddy with excitement as she opened the back door off the utility room and led him outside. "What's going on?", he asked. "You've never been out here before have you?" "I don't think so." He looked around. He and Helen were standing on a fairly large redwood deck that extended most of the length of the house. It was screened in, with cedar louvered Venetian blinds at the edges. The temperature was cool, but not unpleasantly so in the spring night, and the screening reduced to breeze to a gentle murmur. Helen twisted away and flipped a wall switch. Subdued track lighting came on. A large whirlpool tub was centered on the deck at one end. "A Jacuzzi?", he asked. "A hot tub.", she said with a nod. "Want to take a dip?" "Yeah, sure!" "Back in a moment." Helen went back inside, returning with a second bottle of wine, the corkscrew, and their two glasses. She went back for an ice bucket, setting that on a table on the deck. "Help me with the top." Jack nodded and went to the side of the hot tub. It was covered with a padded protective cover. Together they lifted it off and set it to one side. Helen flipped another few switches and underwater lighting came on, along with some whirlpool jets. "Very nice!", he commented. It was, too. It wasn't the largest model available, being designed for only two people, but it looked very comfortable. Under the water he could see that you didn't just sit on fiberglass benches molded into the bottom, but on waterproof foam cushions, and around the edges were several places to set bottles and glasses. "Very nice. I didn't know you had a hot tub out here." Helen handed him the bottle of wine and the corkscrew. "Rich - he was my late husband - and I put it in about ten or twelve years ago, after Gary was in college." A brief cloud passed over her face as she remembered her lost husband and son, then she continued. "We put in the deck, and then the following year, Rich had the hot tub put in as an anniversary present." She held out the two wineglasses for Jack to fill. "Would you like to get in?" "Sure." Jack sipped his wine. "Umm, bathing suits?" "Don't be silly." Helen kicked off her shoes. "Nobody's ever worn a suit in this hot tub." She peeled the straps to her gown off and allowed it to slide down around her ankles. "Ever." Jack stared briefly and smiled. Glancing around, he asked, "And the neighbors?" "Can't see anything, with the screening. Nervous?" "Not if you aren't." Helen moved to climb into the tub. "No, wait." He sipped his wine some more while he gazed at her nude body frankly and appreciatively. "Turn around." "What?", she asked guardedly, as she turned slowly before his eyes. Jack set his wine glass down and began undressing. "It's what you said earlier, about how we're not kids any more. Bullshit. You are better looking than most women half your age." He stripped off his pants and shorts and socks, to stand in front of her in the buff. His cock was still limp, but hanging pleasantly thick between his legs. "Grab the wine bottle and the cooler, and let's get in." The seats in the hot tub were opposed and side-by-side, so that Helen and Jack were seated facing each other, their hips touching under the warm water. Once they were settled in, Jack filled their glasses and the pair toasted each other, the tinkle of the glasses sounding like musical chimes. They settled back against their cushions. "Is this a regular occurrence?", he asked. "Yes and no. I like to relax out here some evenings, not the winter of course, but I'm usually alone." "Oh? How does somebody get an invite?", he teased. "Marry me or move in with me.", she replied, without any humor in her voice. Jack blinked. "I'm sorry..." Helen waved him off. "Don't be, I'm just being a bit bitchy, that's all. It's just that this is a sort of private place for me. It was an anniversary gift from my husband. We had a very special relationship, and we had a lot of fun times out here. You're the first man I've ever invited to join me out here since, since he died." "If I'm making you feel uncomfortable..." Helen leaned forward and kissed him quickly, then leaned back into her cushion. "No, you don't make me feel uncomfortable. What I'm trying to say is that you're the first guy I've ever felt comfortable with here since Rich passed." She reached under the water and grasped his cock lightly. It promptly began stiffening. "We had an awful lot of fun out here." "Really!?" Jack smiled and slipped a hand into Helen's crotch as well. He easily moved a finger inside her smooth shaved pussy lips, to slowly caress her clit. "Oh yes.", she answered with a happy sigh. "Every spring we'd come out and clean it and refill it, get everything running. We'd spend an entire day working out here on the deck, getting things ready for that evening." She fondled him under the water. "I'd wear something rather short and low cut, and Rich would just keep fucking me all day long! By the time we actually climbed into the tub, I would usually have to do lewd and obscene things in order to get him stiff enough for another fuck!" "Really? You'll have to be more specific if I am going to understand you." Jack began twisting his fingers inside Helen's cunt, probing for her G-spot and tormenting her clit. "Oh God!", she gasped. Her eyes glazed over for a second before she could focus on his smiling face again. He tweaked her a second time and signed that she should continue. "Well, Rich liked to buy me toys, and some of them were waterproof, so I would bring them down here and use them while he watched. He always liked that." "And? What else?" Helen squirmed, as much from embarrassment as from orgasm. "Well, sometimes we'd set the TV out here and watch dirty movies together. We used to keep a small couch in the corner and we'd watch it over there." She pointed towards the side of the enclosed deck. "Anything else?" "Rich liked to eat my pussy, and..." "And what?", pressed Jack. Helen's face turned beet red and she lowered her voice, though nobody but the pair of them could hear. "He liked to watch me fingerfuck my asshole. He liked to watch me use my toys there, too." "Really?", he said with a grin. "Did you ever... ?" "Well, no, not really." She saw the confusion in his face, and explained, "Rich, he was kind of large. We tried, but it hurt too much." "Too bad.", he commented wryly. Jack would have liked to fuck Helen's ass. "Uh, actually, if you'd like to try it..." Jack's eyebrows rose at this. He wasn't the biggest guy in the locker room, but he knew he was above average. "Are you sure?" He tweaked her clit, making her jump slightly. "Rich, he was thick, but not all that long. Your cock is slimmer. I think we could do it, if you'd like. Maybe we could try it some time?" The thought of screwing Helen in the ass, along with the motions of her hand on his cock, was too much for the good doctor. Groaning loudly, he slumped back in the hot water as his cock twitched. Blobs of white jism floated to the surface, where it began mixing with the bubbles. "Oh, Jesus!" "What about me?", she teased. Jack took a deep breath and sat upright. He patted the side of the tub and said, "Sit up here and spread your legs." Helen eagerly got into position and Jack pressed his face against her cunt. His extended tongue traced her pussylips, and his lips and teeth sucked and nipped her swollen clit. She went into immediate orgasmic overload, wrapping her hands in his hair and dragging him closer, mashing her pussy against his mouth. Finally, lips and tongue tiring, he pulled back slightly and sat upright. Helen looked down at him. "How about if tomorrow, we give that other thing a try. I really want to try that, honey." Jack nodded in happy agreement. ------- Chapter 38: Smiles "Peter, you need to do something about my daughter. She is starting to drive us all nuts!", exclaimed Shirley Boscow into the telephone. It was the first Friday morning of May, only five weeks from Lauren and Peter's wedding, and Lauren was becoming supremely nervous. Between the wedding and the final flourishes on the house remodeling, Shirley's daughter had taken to snapping at practically everyone. Shirley admitted to herself that her daughter was running true to form. Lauren had always been a bit of a worry-wart. Her first wedding had been no better. Totally different from her youngest sister; Christy had been happy go lucky her entire life! Peter laughed. "Oh, really?!" Shirley described Lauren's behavior. "You need to take her out to dinner, and then... and then..." She couldn't say the words that came to mind, '... get her well fucked!' That was precisely what Lauren needed, but her mother couldn't say such things. "Uh, huh. And then what?", teased Peter. "Does she need a night of 'and then'? A weekend?" "Oh, behave!" "Listen, I have an idea. Meet me at her house at lunch. You can help me pack a few things for her and I'll take her off your hands for a couple of days. Can you stay with the kids?" ------- Peter showed up at Lauren's office shortly before five, though after greeting her, he slipped back into the tech support area to talk shop. He came back out to the lobby as everyone started leaving. "Ready to go?", he asked. She looked at him curiously. "Were we going somewhere?", she asked with a smile. Peter nodded. "How about dinner?" "What about Jimmy and Holly?" "I called your Mom. She's taking care of dinner for them, she and your Dad." Lauren snorted. "Dad? Cooking? My God, they'll have food poisoning!" She stood and grabbed her purse, then took his hand as he led her outside. Lauren was surprised when Peter steered his Jeep away from town and towards the interstate. Once they were on the highway heading south, she asked, "Where are we going?" "Blaine." Lauren gaped at him. Blaine was over an hour's drive south, even at the speeds Peter liked to drive at. "What!?" Peter ignored the implicit question. "That's a very nice outfit you have on." Lauren had worn a blue pinstriped skirt suit to work. The skirt came to mid-thigh and the jacket was fitted and worn over a crisp white blouse. She was wearing medium heels. "Thank you. Blaine?", she asked again. "Are you wearing stockings or pantyhose?", he asked, still ignoring her question. He reached over and caressed Lauren's left thigh. She shivered involuntarily, and Peter slipped a finger between her legs and under her skirt. He answered his own question when he felt her skin above the elastic lace top of her stockings. "Very nice.", he commented. "Don't ignore me! Blaine?" Lauren blushed at his comment. She hadn't bought pantyhose in months; Peter liked to make love to her while she was wearing stockings and high heels. "I know a very nice restaurant in Blaine. Take off your panties." "Peter! Are you nuts?" She glanced around guiltily at the road. The days were already getting long enough that it was still daylight, and would be for at least another few hours. Peter snorted derisively. "What? We're going to get ticketed by the Underwear Police?" Lauren rolled her eyes, but complied, looking nervously around at the nearest cars. She tugged the snug skirt up slightly and reached under, to pull off the lacy black thong. "Bra, too.", he requested. Lauren was on the verge of protesting, but he said, "Please?" "Jesus!", she muttered under her breath. She pointed out the windshield. "Just you keep an eye on the road, mister!" She looked around at traffic again, then undid her seat belt. Shifting forward, she pulled off her jacket and lay it in her lap. Then, face red, she unbuttoned her blouse and undid the front clasp on the lacy black bra. Quickly looking around, she peeled the blouse and bra off her arms, then hurriedly stuck her arms back into the blouse and pulled it tight around her. She grabbed up her jacket and pulled it back on hurriedly, her tits jiggling, pleasantly unbound. "Jesus!" She began to button her blouse and readjust her clothing. Peter smiled. He had been watching his fiancée out of the corner of his eye and liked the view he had gotten. So had the trucker who had passed them. He had suddenly slowed down when he got next to them, though Lauren hadn't noticed him. Peter waited until Lauren had gotten herself together again. Peter hooked a thumb over his shoulder towards the back seat. "I brought some stuff with me. You've got some nicer shoes in your bag back there. You can put your undies away, too." Suspicious, Lauren reached behind them and pulled the small overnight bag forward. It was very light. Unzipping the top, she looked inside. All that was inside were a pair of black fuck-me pumps and some high heeled sandals, along with her toilet kit and a makeup kit. "Peter, what is going on? You're up to something!" "Moi!", he replied innocently. Then he reached out and took her hand gently. "I know this nice restaurant in Blaine. They have a very nice dinner. They also have a very nice breakfast." "Peter!" "Honey, you needed to get away for a bit. I love you dearly, but you are driving your family bonkers! Your mother told me to take you somewhere and get you laid!" "What! She did no such thing!", argued Lauren. Peter laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, she didn't. She simply told me to take you somewhere and do something, anything, to calm you down. Then she helped me pack a bag with nothing in it but your high heels. I'm sure she thinks we're going out to the malt shop, honey." Lauren's face turned beet red. "You didn't! What about the kids?" "She and your father are spending the weekend at your house. They'll be fine. She said she'd tell your Dad exactly what you needed." Lauren groaned loudly and shook her head in disbelief. "So this is it? I'm wearing the only clothes I'll have this weekend? Were you planning on room service the entire time?" "That does have a certain appeal, I admit, but no. There is this mall in Blaine, City Square. Maybe you've heard of it?" The City Square mall was the largest in the state. Not quite as large as the Mall of America in Minnesota, it still had three levels and a huge central atrium with two higher floors. It was pricey and far enough away that normally Lauren would never go there, other than in her dreams. "Maybe you'd like to see what you could do there with one of my credit cards?" Lauren gasped in surprise. "Really?" "Maybe pick up a few things for the honeymoon.", he suggested. Suddenly Lauren was no longer worried about her clothing or lack of clothing. "Really?", she repeated, with a squeal like a schoolgirl. "As far as I'm concerned, tonight we have dinner and sleep late. Tomorrow we can do the breakfast in bed thing, then you can put your suit back on and we can go shopping until you drop. Sunday we sleep late and then come home. Okay?" "Hmmm...", murmured Lauren, her eyes not precisely focused, as if she was contemplating a day of shopping with someone else's money. "Okay!", she agreed enthusiastically. ------- Jimmy and Holly eyed their grandmother curiously when they came in the door. She bent down and kissed them both. "Where's Mommy?", asked her granddaughter. "She and Peter are away for the weekend. Grandpa and I are staying for a couple of days." "Where are you staying?", asked Jimmy. Normally when they were staying with their grandparents, they stayed over at their grandparents' not the other way around. "Upstairs, in your mother's room. Why?" Jimmy simply shrugged and wandered up to his room. Holly trailed Shirley around for a few minutes before heading upstairs herself. Both children came pounding down the stairs when they heard their grandfather come in. Shirley had been making dinner in the kitchen, but before dinner could start, Jimmy insisted on taking the older man on a tour of the latest house construction, both upstairs and down. Shirley had the table set by the time they had returned. "So exactly why are we staying in a motel that's still under construction?", Frank Boscow asked his wife. Shirley snorted. "Because your daughter needed to get away for a few days, that's why. It came up kind of sudden." "Uh, huh.", said Frank skeptically. He knew precisely what his eldest daughter was up to, and wasn't precisely sure he approved. Like all fathers, he wanted all of his daughters to grow up happy, with loving husbands and houses full of happy children, and stay the world's oldest living virgins. The fact that he had wandered in on all three of them in their teens, in some fashion fooling around with their boyfriends, had never really eliminated this happy delusion. "Is this because Mommy's been yelling a lot lately?", asked Holly. "Yes, dear, but she's not angry at anybody, not really.", replied her grandmother. "Mommy needs to smile more.", said the wise little girl. "Mom needs a chill pill.", replied her considerably more cynical brother. "Well, Peter is going to make your Mommy smile this weekend.", commented their grandmother. "Just like Granddad. He makes me smile all the time!" Frank Boscow coughed at this, choking on his iced tea and spraying it on the table. His wife winked at him and laughed. That evening Shirley teased her husband several times about how she needed to smile more, and mostly got dirty looks from him. The innuendoes sailed miles over their grandchildren's heads. After the kids had gone to sleep, they wandered upstairs themselves. "You need a good spanking.", commented Frank as he headed into his daughter's master bathroom. "I don't think that would make me smile.", she replied with a laugh, grabbing up her overnight bag. She pulled her toilet kit and a nightshirt out. Once her husband had come back from the bathroom, she took her things and went in. A few minutes later she returned and crawled under the covers with him. Frank flicked the lights off. Shirley snuggled up against her husband and ran her fingers up his arm. Frank shifted and put his arm around his wife's shoulder, and she laid her head on his chest. Shirley began to run her fingertips across his bare chest. As always, Frank Boscow went to bed wearing the shorts he had worn during the day but without his undershirt. Shirley could feel her husband's breathing increase as she moved her hand lower along his body. She toyed with the waistband of his shorts, then slipped her fingers inside. His cock was already stiffening. Frank murmured pleasantly as his wife stroked his cock to full stiffness. With his free hand he unbuttoned the top three buttons on her sleep shirt and slipped his hand inside to begin tweaking and fondling her large tits. He lifted his hips slightly when she began pushing his waistband south, moving his shorts down. Smiling to himself, he applied some subtle pressure to her shoulders, pushing her head closer towards his cock. "I think I know what you want.", she giggled. Shirley twisted around and licked down his chest until her mouth was at his cock. She quickly stripped off his shorts, then opened her mouth and sucked his cockhead inside. "You shouldn't talk with your mouth full.", Frank whispered. Shirley pulled back slightly and replied, "That's excellent advice." Then she twisted around, putting her face back in her husband's crotch as she knelt and wriggled her butt towards the top of the bed. Frank stretched out and raised his arms up, so that when she had finished twisting, she could straddle his chest. Then he tugged her ass back towards his face. It was Shirley's turn to moan as he began to lick her pussy. Frank made long, slow licks that went the length of her cunt, from her clit to her asshole and back, and Shirley responded with a flood of pussy juice. Shirley loved to suck her husband's thick cock. She often would come just from sucking it. Sixty-nine, with him sucking on her pussy was simply heaven. She began bobbing her head furiously, driving him to orgasm, and Frank cooperated. He began bucking his hips upwards, fucking his cock up into her mouth, even as she pumped his cockshaft and tickled his balls. With a final groan, Frank stiffened and arched his back. Jism raced up his shaft and exploded into Shirley's mouth. She pulled back slightly and sucked hard, catching his come in her mouth before swallowing it down. She allowed her husband to lick her to one last orgasm then gave his soft prick a final kiss and shifted around, climbing off him. She collapsed into his arms, not even bothering to do up her nightshirt and fell fast asleep. As always, Shirley woke the next morning to the sound and feel of her husband getting out of bed. She didn't even have to look at the clock on the night stand. She knew it was 6:30. Frank had been waking at 6:30 for decades, ever since he had started working the day shift at the mill. It didn't matter if it was Saturday or Sunday, or even a vacation; Frank would wake up, completely on his own and without needing an alarm clock, precisely at 6:30. It was as if some damn internal solar cycle was working inside him, she often thought to herself. Cracking an eye open, she saw him head into the bathroom and close the door. A few minutes later the shower started up. Truth be told, Shirley didn't really mind getting up at such an early hour. While her husband showered and shaved, she normally would get up and make his breakfast. She simply thought that weekends and vacations was a little extreme. While it did give them a chance to read the paper on those mornings, it seemed rather excessive. Still, sometimes Frank would simply come back out of the bathroom, see his wife laying in bed, and climb back in with her. That would always make for an excellent start to the day, and Shirley would frequently spend the day in nothing more than a simple sundress and sandals, to entice him to spend more time horizontally with her. This morning, Shirley decided to take matters into her own hands. Kicking off the covers, she stripped off her nightshirt and padded naked into the bathroom. She could see her husband's burly form through the frosted glass of the shower door. Giggling to herself, she opened the door and stepped inside quickly. "Whoa... What... ?", he said, rubbing the soap from his eyes and peering at her supple form. Shirley stilled turned him on after all these years. Three children had given her a few very faint stretch marks, but her measurements still were good, she didn't have varicose veins, and her tits and ass were pleasantly firm. Her pussy was warm, tight, and juicy. She took the soap from his hand and began rubbing it across his chest. "I was worried you might miss a spot or two.", she whispered. She began working up a nice lather in his crotch, which sported an impressive looking erection. "Oh, yeah!", he answered happily. "Sshhh! You wake the kids now and you won't be very happy when I'm through with you, mister!", she whispered back. Frank took the soap from his wife and began to thoroughly wash her, concentrating at first on her abundant tits, then working down over her soft belly to her shaved pussy. Shirley gasped and shivered as he worked a finger inside her cunt to wash her clit, grasping his cock suddenly as she shook in orgasm. Afterwards, Frank set the soap in the dish on the side of the shower and turned his wife so that she was no longer facing him. Pushing her shoulders forward, so that she was leaning against the wall of the shower, he nudged her feet apart and stepped up behind her. Shirley eagerly reached between her legs and guided his cock into her pussy. Frank slowly stroked his cock into his wife from behind, luxuriating in the feel of the hot water, and loving the sight and feel of his cock sawing back and forth. Glimpsing some soap washing down her body, he suddenly had the most wicked idea. Grabbing the bar of soap, he began rubbing it between them, along the crack of her ass, lubricating it pleasantly. Almost before Shirley knew what was happening, he had pulled his cock out of her cunt and repositioned it between her buttcheeks. Holding it in place with a hand, he slowly humped his hips forward and buried his cock in her asshole. "Oh my God!", she gasped. "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass!", she begged loudly. "Now who's being noisy?", he teased. This simply felt wonderful. He liked to fuck his wife's ass, but couldn't ever remember doing it standing up before. For some reason it felt even tighter than usual. He began hammering into her from behind. Minutes later he groaned and spewed his come into her bowels. Shirley felt his pulsing cock through the haze of her own orgasm. It had been essentially a single long and intensive come from the moment he had first stuffed his cock into her asshole. Frank sagged back against the shower and washed his wife's ass from his cock, then stepped from the shower. Shirley quickly rinsed off and stepped out as well. They both giggled at each other as they dried off, then kissed quickly and dressed to go about the business of watching their grandchildren for the day. ------- Chapter 39: More Smiles "Mommy! You're home!" Holly came bounding into the kitchen, half-dragged by Goldy on her leash. "How was your trip? Is that a new dress? It looks very pretty." "Thank you." Lauren had worn a new halter-topped sundress home. It was a bright yellow and green print, calf length with a pronounced flare to the skirt. She also wore a pair of new sling back high heel sandals and nude toe stockings, and a large flouncy straw hat. "My trip was just fine." Lauren lowered her face first to the retriever, to get the excited face-licking over, then wiped her face with a napkin and kissed her daughter on the cheek. She was seated at her kitchen table with her fiancée and parents. "Where's your brother?" "He stopped at the Brewsters and went inside with Bucky and the Gibsons. I brought Goldy back all on my own!", she proudly announced. Her mother nodded soberly, acknowledging her daughter's accomplishment, even if the trip from the Brewsters was only three houses long. "Are you smiling again?", asked Holly. "Hmmm?" "Grandma said Peter took you away to make you smile again. Are you smiling again?" Lauren laughed and patted her daughter's cheek. "Yes, I'm smiling again." "Good. Grandma says Grandpa makes her smile all the time. She's been smiling all weekend.", declared the little girl. "Really?!", commented Lauren, eyeing her parents. "Daddy!", she exclaimed with delight. Shirley blushed fiercely, but the effect on Frank was more pronounced; he turned bright red, his eyes bugged out, and he spluttered half his coffee across the table. "Way to go Frank!", muttered Peter. Frank looked daggers at the rest of the table, then mopped up his spilled coffee. Lauren laughed at her father's discomfiture, even more so when Holly asked him if he was all right. "Scoot, you. Why don't you take those bags up to my room." She took off her hat and placed it on Holly's head, and patted her on the rump to send her on her way. The little girl giggled and ran off to the living room, trailed by the dog. The kitchen conversation turned back to the original topic, which was the continuing remodeling. Peter explained how there was at most only a week's worth of work left, and Frank agreed. The only major work left was laying new carpet and linoleum throughout much of the house, along with the final trim and molding. It seemed much more to Lauren, but she was in too good a mood to argue. "If you say so.", was all she could say. "Have we heard anything from Chicago?", she asked, changing the subject. "Chicago?", asked Peter. Shirley answered with a head shake. "No news is good news. I am guessing they'll be home tonight, as planned." "Who's coming home?", he asked. Lauren said, "Heather. She went on a church trip to Chicago." Peter looked mystified, so she continued. "The parish ladies group had a weekend bus trip to Chicago. They left around lunchtime Friday, and were scheduled to arrive Friday night. They were going to go shopping and see a play, then come back today. Heather went with Susie Whitworth and her mother." Peter nodded in understanding. "So, any time now." Shirley shrugged. "Probably later, after dinner. They were planning on attending services this morning at Holy Name Cathedral." "And the word from Boston?", asked Lauren. Again Shirley shrugged and replied, "No news is good news." "Boston?", questioned Peter. "Ah, that would be Helen.", commented Frank. "Helen is in Boston?", asked Peter. Lauren nodded. "Uh huh. Her doctor friend had some sort of medical convention or whatever this week and invited her for the weekend. Did you drive her to the airport?", she asked her mother. "God no! She had a six o'clock flight Friday morning. I would have had to leave home at three to pick her up and drop her off! She took a cab." "I guess those two are getting pretty serious. Should we be expecting another wedding in the future?", asked Peter. Everybody threw their hands up in the air. "I have no idea.", commented Shirley, the closest of them to Helen. "Still, she's never invited a fellow to live with her before, not since her husband died. That's sounds pretty close to me. I don't think she was planning on packing all that much for the trip, if you understand me." Frank snorted at this, at which his daughter commented, "Daddy, be nice. After all, you're the one who's been making Mommy smile." Frank rolled his eyes and snorted again. Goldy took that moment to return from the upstairs and wander through the kitchen, accepting neck rubs and petting as her due. Then she spied one of her tennis balls laying on the floor, and everybody watched as she rolled her head at it, eyed it curiously and approached it. Predictably it was on the opposite side of a new railing separating the kitchen from the dining room, and equally predictably, she stuck her head through the railing and grabbed the tennis ball. With her jaws clenched on the ball, she was unable to pull her head back through, and began growling and shaking her head furiously. "You idiot dog!", commented Frank, shaking his head in disbelief. "I think we need to redo the railing.", commented Peter, staring at the dog. Lauren laughed. "Rescue her, will you." Peter knelt down next to the golden retriever and coaxed the ball from her mouth, rapping her on the nose once when Goldy growled at him. He tossed the ball into a corner, and she scampered after it. "Don't be so hard on Goldy. I remember the time you and Brenda managed to get Christy to stick her head through the banister at home." "Oh my God! I remember that!", shrieked Lauren in laughter. "You didn't!", said Peter, laughing as well. "Oh yes. We told her it was like the stocks in Pilgrim times. Daddy had to put salad oil on her ears to get her out." "Good lord!" Just then, Goldy managed to chase her tennis ball back through the railing, with the same results as before. This time, when Peter retrieved the ball, he tossed it through the archway into the living room. "That thing is a walking Darwin Award." Lauren nodded wryly in agreement. "A what?", asked Frank. "A walking Darwin Award.", repeated Peter. Frank looked mystified. "Which is... ?" Peter sat back down at the table and smiled. "It's this website, I guess, they publish books and whatnot about people who manage to improve the gene pool by taking themselves out of it." Frank still looked perplexed, so Peter continued, "See, they manage to pull such stupid stunts that they kill themselves off, thereby improving the gene pool by leaving it." "Such as?", asked his future father-in-law curiously. "Such as looking down the barrel of a gun and pulling the trigger to see if you can actually see the bullet coming out." Frank winced at that. Lauren piped up, "My favorite was this woman who went on an African photo safari and decided that she didn't like the grouping of a lioness and her cubs while they were eating, so she left the locked vehicle and picked up one of the cubs and moved it. She ended up as dessert." "Ouch!", commented Shirley. "Definitely. I think the best are the ones who manage to leave the gene pool without killing themselves.", remarked Peter. "Now you've lost me again." "Think about it Frank. Imagine the fellow who drops his lit cigarette into his lap, where he's holding a blasting cap..." Frank's eyes widened dramatically. "Holy shit!", he murmured quietly. Lauren nodded and laughed. "I remember one where this guy got out of the shower and saw his dog, teased the dog while still wet and naked, and the dog jumped up and bit him, well, you know where." Frank's eyes widened again, but it was his wife who stole the show, laughing hysterically and pointing at her husband. Frank immediately turned a bright shade of red. "Shut up!", he demanded. "It wasn't like that at all!" Peter grinned maniacally and Lauren gasped. "Daddy, you didn't!?" "No I didn't!" Shirley continued laughing, this time pointing a finger accusingly at her husband. "Daddy!" Frank stared daggers at his wife, who controlled her breathing enough to say, "Wasn't it Peaches?", and then began laughing again. "What's so funny?", asked Holly, bounding into the room, followed by Goldy. Holly's grandmother exploded into a fresh paroxysm of laughter, and Lauren said, "I'm not really sure yet, honey, but as soon as we know, we'll tell you." "No you won't!", cried Frank. Holly just stared and left the room, trailed by the retriever. "Peaches, the dog?", commented Lauren, searching her memory. The only Peaches she could remember was a small terrier mix they had owned when she was a girl. "Daddy, you didn't!" Frank blushed again, and said, "It wasn't like that, at all! She was just a little puppy and snuck into the bathroom when I was showering. Who knew she could jump like that!" Peter rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and looked away. Lauren simply buried her face in her hands and laughed. "Okay, that's it. We're going home!" Frank stood and stomped out of the room. "I'd better go too, before he leaves me here.", said Shirley, jumping to her feet and laughing. She kissed the others good-bye and managed to make it out the front door right behind her husband. "I'm not really sure I wanted to know that about your father.", remarked Peter to his fiancée. "Neither am I." ------- "I can't believe you told them that.", groused Frank to his wife when they got home. He had been silent during the entire drive, though it was only about ten minutes. Shirley laughed. "What, about Peaches? Oh, honey, it was just too funny!" She laughed some more, which only infuriated her husband further. "You didn't have to tell them that the dog bit me on the... the..." "Dick?", she asked, finishing his question. Frank blushed furiously. "Maybe I'd better check for scarring." Shirley smirked as she sad this, and Frank's eyebrows raised up. He was seated in an armchair in the living room, and his wife was standing a few feet away by the fireplace. "Uhhh..." "I'll take that as a yes.", she replied with a giggle. She stepped closer to her husband and knelt at his feet. Kneeling, she reached down to the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head, leaving her in her lacy white bra. Her hands went behind her, and as her husband smiled at her, she took off her bra and tossed it to the side on top of her sweater. Her nipples were already puffy with anticipation. It had been a very pleasant weekend for the pair of grandparents. After their Saturday morning assfuck in the shower, that afternoon, while the children played down in the living room, Shirley had snuck upstairs when Frank had mentioned he wanted a nap, and joined him for a quickie fuck in their daughter's bedroom. Later that evening, she and her husband had made very slow and passionate love after going to bed, and enjoyed a somewhat more active screw in the morning. Shirley crawled closer to her husband and was pleased to note that his trousers were already starting to bulge appreciatively. She unzipped his pants and then pulled both his pants and his shorts down in a single motion. Frank lifted up to help her, then sat back down. His cock rose stiff and happy from his crotch, to wave slowly in the air before her face. "I do my best checking with my tongue.", whispered his wife. She brought her face in and delicately extended her tongue, then began softly licking the shaft of his cock. Her hands began to gently pump and fondle his cockhead. On occasion she would dip lower, to lick his balls and below, then would come back to work his shaft and cockhead. Frank was in heaven, getting a long and slow blowjob from the best cocksucker he could imagine. She was, truth be told, the only woman to ever suck his cock, but he simply couldn't imagine it being any better. Groaning happily, he ran his fingers through his wife's hair, and began humping his ass up off the chair. "Suck me.", he begged. Shirley ran her lips up his cockshaft and slipped her fingers out of the way, then brought her ovalled mouth down again, taking him within. Frank's groan became louder, and he began to thrust into her faster and harder. "Suck me, suck me.", he demanded, as he held his wife's face in position. Shirley began suctioning the cock pistoning into her mouth, and began furiously jacking his shaft. "Oh God!", moaned Frank, and he sagged back into the armchair. "Take it, take it!" Shirley began sucking and swallowing the flow of come spurting into her mouth, draining her husband. Once Frank softened and was no longer providing the tasty treat, Shirley pulled away, sinking back on her heels and smiling. "I don't think Peaches caused any lasting damage." Frank laughed. "Maybe not. It's always good to get a second opinion." "Play your cards right and maybe you can get a third opinion, later on." Frank reached down and pulled his pants back up, and Shirley stood, grabbing her bra and sweater but not putting them on. He looked at her curiously. "I think I need to take a nice long bath. I'll be down in time to make dinner." Frank raised an eyebrow at this but nodded pleasantly, then slumped back in his armchair. Shirley went topless to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of beer for her husband, but by the time she returned, he was already asleep in the chair, a soft smile on his face. Giggling, she took the bottle of beer upstairs with her. Once in their bedroom, Shirley stripped off her jeans and panties and tossed her clothing in the hamper. She too a swig from the bottle of beer, then examined herself carefully in the mirror. Sucking off her husband had definitely warmed Shirley up for more, but she knew it wouldn't be until after dinner before Frank's batteries were recharged. It was time to take a nice slow bath, touch up her legs and pussy, and play with herself. Then she could dress for dinner and, more especially, dessert. Naked, Shirley turned the hot water on in the bathtub and rummaged through her medicine cabinet for her razor and shaving gel. Despite her husband's cluelessness, she always insisted on her own different razor and gel. It seemed too intimate and private a thing to share with another. She poured some bath oil beads into the hot water, adjusted the temperature, and placed a foot in, then withdrew it hurriedly. Scampering into her bedroom, she reached into the back of her dresser and pulled out a large pink vibrator. It had been advertised as waterproof and had definitely passed that test. She set her tools and toys on the edge of the bathtub and climbed in. There was a certain ritual that Shirley enjoyed when she took a bath. She would sip her beer, and then immediately lift out of the water. Quickly lathering her pussy, she quickly stripped off any fuzz and stubble which had accumulated in the few days since she had last shaved. Then, freed of any worry about nicking a critical area, she could relax. She would lay back in the hot water, finish her beer, and then insert the waterproof vibrator in her pussy. With the humming dildo set at a low setting, she would proceed to lather and shave her legs and underarms. She would usually have to pause at least once for the invariable orgasm the vibrator provided. Almost forty-five minutes had passed before Shirley climbed from the lukewarm water of the bathtub and toweled herself dry. She rinsed off her tub toy and hid it back in her dresser, then set about deciding what to wear. The basics were simple, some thigh top stockings and high heeled pumps, but what else would be good? An idea came to her mind, so after putting on the stockings and heels, she wrapped a long satin robe around her busty frame and headed back downstairs. Glancing into the living room, Shirley smiled to see her husband still drowsing in his armchair, his belt buckle and waist snap still undone from before. In the kitchen, she found an apron in a drawer and pulled it out, then shucked off her robe, hanging it on a hook in the pantry. The apron went over her head, to hang around her shoulders and tie behind her back. She didn't try to be quiet as she worked in the kitchen preparing dinner, but Shirley figured that her husband would have to wake up some time, and she would enjoy whatever ensued. It was Sunday night and she hadn't planned a fancy meal; beef stew and bread would work just fine. She pulled a large can of stew from the pantry and opened it, then poured it into a large saucepan and set it to simmer on low. By the time she had found a tube of rolls in the refrigerator, Frank had woken and wandered into the kitchen. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled at him, noticing he had done up his pants. "Nice outfit, babe.", he commented. Frank walked up next to her and watched her at the counter. One hand dropped to her butt, showing through the gap at the rear of the apron. Shirley shivered appreciatively, especially when he slipped a finger between her asscheeks and tickled her asshole. "You like it? I thought you might want to see what's for dessert.", she quipped. Frank chuckled and rubbed her ass. "What has got into you?", he asked. "Well, in a little while, you!" He laughed again, and she continued, "Complaining?" "No, not hardly. Just curious." Shirley turned quickly and gave him a quick but thorough kiss on the lips. "I love you so much! Do you know how much I love you? I want to do anything you want, anywhere, any time." She reached back with one hand to fondle his crotch. She could feel his cock stirring to life again. "Well, an outfit like that is certainly convincing.", he commented. He reached up and untied the slipknot holding it together, exposing her fully. As his wife turned to face him expectantly, he turned off the burner under the stew and pulled the apron off over her head. Shirley gasped as Frank reached up with both hands to cup and fondle her full breasts, then he lowered his face and began sucking on her nipples. Shirley sagged back against the counter as the first waves of orgasm slipped over her. She tried to respond by undoing his clothing, but surprisingly, Frank resisted. He concentrated instead on his wife, moving one hand down to her soft and supple cunt, to probe her fresh shaved pussylips and slip his fingers inside to first caress, and then almost immediately, maul her blood engorged clitoris. Shirley almost shrieked as she came, shaking as she leaned back against the counter. The scent of her pussy juices were redolent in the kitchen, mixing with the aroma of the beef stew to form an intoxicating mixture. Frank took her through two hard comes before relenting. "Jesus!", she gasped weakly, when Frank stood up and smiled down at her. She reached down and felt him stiff through his trousers. "Later, after dinner.", he said with a smirk. She could only nod weakly. She moved to put her apron back on, but Frank took it away from her and tossed it across the room. "I want to see my dessert, remember?" She giggled and nodded. "Maybe so, but I really don't want to burn myself, you know?" She turned the saucepan back on to a slow simmer. Frank shrugged and nodded agreement. "No problem. I'll stir and you do the stuff you won't get burned by. You can keep dessert warm and juicy for me." "Warm and juicy? Just how do I do that?" Frank reached over and ran a finger through her pussylips, causing his wife to jump in surprise. "I'll let you figure that out." It only took another ten minutes for the meal to finish cooking, time mostly spent by Frank fingerfucking his wife. She gave out with several quiet whimpers and one loud moan when she came while leaning against the counter, then the timer went off and he pulled away, a cruel smile on his face from leaving her hanging a second time. Frank donned a pair of kitchen mitts and pulled the tray of rolls from the oven; Shirley got out a couple of plates and the silverware. They didn't bother fixing the dining room table up, but simply filled their plates at the stove and sat down at the kitchen table. "I think I want to sit somewhere else.", she announced after Frank had taken a seat at one side of the table. She set her plate down next to his and then turned around and sat on her husband's lap, facing sideways. "Just to make sure you remember what's for dessert." Her husband laughed loudly. Slipping a finger between her thighs, he caressed her sopping wet cunt, then licked his fingers. "Warm and juicy, easily prepared, calorie free, satisfying, a regular favorite that never becomes boring. Mmmm, mmmm, good!" "You nut!", she laughed, causing her tits to jiggle pleasantly. They ate slowly, caused as much by the way they were sitting as any other reason. Their speed was not helped when Shirley spilled some stew on her left breast. Though it wasn't hot, Frank insisted on helping her. Setting down his own spoon, he lifted her tit to his lips and licked off the stew, sucking it all off, and then licking the entire boob for good measure. Shirley was shaking by the time he was finished. She managed another spill, on the other tit, before they were finished. "I think I need to try out dessert!", Frank announced when he was finished. He lifted his wife off his lap, and she looked at him curiously. He stayed seated at the table, but handed her the dirty dishes. She set them on the counter. 'Why isn't he getting up, to take me somewhere in the house and screw me?', she asked herself. She reached out a hand to take his and pull him to his feet, but instead, Frank pulled her back towards him. "What are you up to?", she asked with a smile. "I think I want my dessert at the table." Frank placed his hands on his wife's hips and pulled her towards him, her back to the table, and lifted her onto the table. "Now, come on... shift around... that's it... scootch your ass forward some." Frank directed his wife into sitting on the edge of the table in front of him, her legs on other side of his body, finally getting her into the position he wanted. He grinned up at her and brought his chair forward slightly, then lowered his face to between her widespread thighs. "Mmmm, mmm, good!" Shirley gasped as her husband's talented tongue found it's way to the crack between her legs. Frank placed his hands under her thighs, holding her in place and keeping them spread, while he began dining on her pussy. After being teased and touched continuously since before dinner, she was impossibly close to orgasm by the time his lips came into contact with her inflamed clit. Stifling a shriek, she shuddered as her cunt overflowed with pussy juice and she collapsed backwards onto the kitchen table. Shirley's thighs pressed against Frank's head, and he loved the feel of her nylons rubbing against his ears. He continued licking and sucking, concentrating on her clit, but also tracing patterns around her pussylips, all the way down to her little brown ring of an asshole. Shirley's hands were entwined in his hair, pulling him closer against her, as she moaned as she came repeatedly. It became too much. Struggling up onto her elbows, she looked down at him with glazed eyes, saying, "No more, no more, it's too much, it's too much!" Frank smiled back at her with a glistening face. "Like hell!" He pulled her upright, then grabbed her by the hips again and lifted her down onto his lap, facing him and straddling his thighs. Shirley noticed that her husband had managed to undo his pants and shorts and push them down to the floor. His cock strained towards the ceiling, the head a virulent purple. He positioned her quivering gash over his prick and slowly dropped her onto his stiffness. "It's my turn now! Get to work and make me come!", he ordered. Shirley began bouncing slowly on the cock filling her pussy. Her body was in a state of sensory overload. She placed both hands gingerly between them, touching her clit and her husband's cock as it worked in her cunt. For his part, Frank lifted her ample tits up with both hands to his mouth, and alternated between them sucking and licking the nipples. "Oh God!... fuck me fuck me fuck me!... I love you, Frank... I love you... fuck me!..." Shirley was babbling incoherently as her husband screwed her silly. Frank groaned as he spewed upwards into his wife. She sagged against him as their come seeped out of her pussy and down onto his balls. She revived and kissed him hard and fierce on the lips. "You are too much for me, mister.", she said appreciatively. Frank chuckled and repeated his question from earlier in the evening. "Just what has gotten into you tonight? And don't say me, because we just finished that and I still want to know!" Sjirley laughed and hugged him. She leaned back, her elbows resting on the table behind her, arching her back up and letting Frank happily peruse her naked form. "You can blame it on your daughter.", she said. "Lauren?" Shirley nodded. "When we were there, I happened to open up her nightstand and saw what she keeps inside." She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial tone. "She's got a bunch of dirty video tapes, and some toys, too!" "I don't think I want to know this about my daughter.", he replied with a half grimace. "Oh don't be silly. You'd think your grandchildren came along by immaculate conception! Get serious. Anyway, I got to thinking about how she and Peter were spending the weekend, and how she and Gary used to fool around - most of those tapes date back to then, but not all - and I was so happy for her. Don't you want your daughters to get as much pleasure as you give me!?" Frank gave another wry smile. "Well, when you put it that away..." Shirley laughed again. She climbed off her husband's lap, the come running down one thigh, and she picked up the apron off the floor. "I think I need another shower, then I'm going to put on a little nighty and come back downstairs and tease you the rest of the night. I'll do anything you want, anything!" Frank smiled at his wife. "So then, this Friday, you'll go back to that nightclub with me?" Shirley started at this. "Not on your ever-loving life! Are you nuts!?" "I'll do anything, anything!", he mimicked. "I lied!", she answered. Then she added, "I'll make a deal. I'll dress like we were going there, but you take me to dinner instead." "And why should I go along with this?" "Well, remember back in high school, when you used to drive up to the reservoir after a date? Remember that one time when we went skinny-dipping? I think it's warm enough, don't you?" Frank nodded. He remembered that incident quite pleasantly. "And if it rains?" "We used to go parking up there, too. I seem to recall that you used to be able to talk me into getting into the back seat with you." "I seem to recall that it didn't take a whole lot of talking. By the time I got into the back seat, you usually were already undressed!" Shirley stuck her tongue out at him and headed towards the stairs. "Well if you don't want to..." "I surrender! It's a date!" ------- Chapter 40: The Bridal Shower "Grandpa, grandpa! We're having a party!" Frank Boscow looked down at his granddaughter. Holly had just opened the door for his wife and Frank had entered after her, his arms filled with several shopping bags full of groceries. Shirley had also been carrying a full load of groceries when she had come in, but she had quickly sidestepped the little girl to dump the bags in the kitchen. "Yes, I know. It's your mother's bridal shower." Holly looked up at him curiously, her head tilted to the side. "That's what Mommy said, it was a shower. Why isn't it called a party? Do we have to give her a bath?" Frank began to laugh but stopped, his mouth open as he looked down at Holly. He really had no idea why it was called a shower! "You know, I don't know. Maybe you should ask your grandmother." From the kitchen, Shirley looked daggers at her husband, and surreptitiously flipped him a middle finger, which brought a smile to Frank's face. Holly bounced over to her grandmother. Frank set his bags down and beat a hasty retreat through the dining room, almost running over his grandson. "Here for the party, grandpa?", asked Jimmy. "I thought guys couldn't be here." "We can't. I'm just here to bring groceries and then run away." Jimmy snorted and laughed, then they both turned to the living room as Helen came in through the front door. She was carrying several bags as well. She loudly greeted the others and settled into the kitchen with the other women. "How come I can't stay?", asked Holly to her mother. Lauren smiled down at her youngest child. "Well, it's sort of a big girl's party." "Is Heather staying?", asked the moppet, trying to finagle a way into staying. Lauren grinned at Heather, who was listening in curiously from the kitchen. "It's a really big girl's party." Heather snickered and interjected, "Besides, Robby and I are going out tonight, remember? It's our prom!" Frank came into the kitchen at this point and asked, "So when does this shindig start, anyway?" Shirley replied, "Oh, people are going to start showing up sometime around three or four, I suppose. We'll have the shower here, along with a late lunch or early supper or something, then we're all going out." "You're going out?", he asked curiously. Shirley nodded. "Soupy's in charge. She's got something planned for tonight. Don't wait up for me." Frank stared in disbelief. "Soupy's running this thing!? What, you couldn't find any adult supervision!?" "Daddy! What's wrong with Soupy?", asked Lauren. "Are you kidding me? She's been getting you in trouble since the two of you were in grade school together!" "And how do you know it wasn't me getting her in trouble? Hmmm?", answered Lauren snootily. Frank snorted in derision. He turned and looked out the picture window in the living room to see a Chrysler Town and Country minivan pull up at the curb. Several women climbed out and looked around the neighborhood curiously. "I think your first contingent has arrived." He opened the front door and stepped outside. "Looking for the Graham house?", he called out. He waved an arm at them and held the door open. Four women, all in their thirties, came to the door carrying a variety of packages. Susan Tomball was in the lead. "I hope we're not too early. I really don't know Union Valley all that well and I didn't want to be late or something." Lauren heard the commotion at the front door and hurriedly dried off her hands and came out of the kitchen. "Susan!" She pulled the busty little blond into the living room and gave her a firm hug. "It's so good to see you!" Next in were her other future sisters-in-law, Helen, Jennifer, and Melanie. "Where's Meredith?", she asked. "Young Frank and Teresa are graduating today. They're there. Momma and Big Frank, too.", replied Melanie, setting down a wrapped box. She waved her fingers at Holly, who was peeking around the door excitedly. "They all send their love, and we've got a few things from them too!", chimed in Jennifer. "How are the kids?", asked Lauren, as she led the women towards the kitchen. The conversation immediately turned to gossip and children. Frank waited for his grandchildren to get bored with the grownups and pack their duffel bags for the overnight stay. Their leaving was delayed. Over the course of the next hour another car showed up with Carol Canneloni, an old school friend of Lauren's, carrying several jug bottles of wine. Carol was followed by a catering truck with several oversized sub sandwiches and a tray of condiments and side dishes. Just after the meal was dropped off and the catering truck left, Peter's Jeep pulled up, with a large van following behind. Peter curiously noticed the growing congestion in front of his future home. He walked back to the van and motioned the two occupants to climb out, then went around to the rear of the van. He undid the catch holding the rollup door down and heaved it skyward. The spring-loaded door pulled up, exposing a large quantity of furniture inside. He shrugged to the driver and helper and said, "We might as well get started." "No shit.", said the driver good-naturedly. "Is something going on here today?" He nodded back over his shoulder to the house, where Lauren and Peter's sisters had just come out onto the lawn. "Uhhh..." Peter looked over at his fiancé curiously then back at the driver. When was that shower of Lauren's? Was it today? "I think so.", replied the helper. The first thing he grabbed was a galvanized steel tub of ice and beer. "Why don't I put this inside somewhere. You want to show me where we're putting this shit, Peter?" "Let me guess, you forgot we're having a shower here today.", commented Lauren as she approached the truck. She shook her head in amusement. Peter shrugged his shoulders sheepishly. "This isn't going to screw things up, is it? I mean, we'll have this moved in in no time at all..." "Yeah, right." Lauren leaned over her husband-to-be's filled arms and kissed him, then stepped back out of the way. "Nice going, Sherlock.", commented Susan as Peter came into the house. Melanie laughed as well. Peter returned to the truck with Frank and Jimmy in tow. "More helpers!" "Do we have to share the beer?", asked the driver with a laugh. "I'll buy some more!", answered Frank. "It's a bleeding hen party in there! We were lucky to escape with our lives!" Jimmy stared into the back of the van in awe. There was no way all that stuff would ever fit into their house! He was woken from his reverie when Peter stepped in front of him and handed down a pair of small hand weights. "Here, take these. You know how we're setting up the gym. You're in charge of that." "Right!", cried Jimmy excitedly. He turned and took off for the side door, with Peter and the others following, carrying considerably larger loads. In reality, the van was only carrying a portion of Peter's furniture and belongings. His weight equipment would go in the gym built where the former garage was, while his living room furniture, all chrome, glass, and leather, was going into the study where the dining room had been. They really didn't need another set of dishes and appliances from the kitchen, and hadn't decided what to do with them. Finally, while they had to furnish another pair of smaller bedrooms upstairs, Peter's existing bedroom set was too large for either of the bedrooms. Between Peter's and Heather's furniture in storage, they would finish furnishing the house. Peter would bring over his computer network and set it up the following weekend. By mid-afternoon, the furniture was in the proper rooms and the men had commandeered the kitchen. They laid claim to part of a six-foot sub and the tub of cold beer and had lunch. It quickly came out that the two furniture movers were actually a pair of workers from Peter's office, lured by the promise of a hundred bucks apiece and a free load of beer. The women oohed and ahhed as Lauren gave them a tour of the remodeling. By four, the van had left and the final guests had arrived, several of the secretaries from Lauren's office and a few other friends from around town. Frank looked at his future son-in-law and commented, "I think it's time we made our escape." He turned to Jimmy and Holly and asked, "You two ready to go?" "Actually, Frank, I was thinking of borrowing Jimmy for a bit. Lauren says he needs a new suit." "A suit!?", protested Jimmy. "Ahh...", commented Frank in understanding. "That would be your problem. You'll bring him over afterwards?" Peter nodded. Turning to the boy, he said, "Throw your bag in the back of your grandfather's car and wash up. We need to go out." "A suit!?", replied Jimmy, disgust evident in his voice. "Yes, a new suit!", answered his mother coming up behind him. "A nice blue suit!", she repeated. "And go upstairs and take a fast shower." "A shower!?", cried the horrified boy. "You smell!", she replied. "This sucks! Two showers in one day and I have to wear a suit!" Lauren stared down at her son and balled up a fist. "What are you more afraid of, a suit or me!?" "Aw, jeez..." Jimmy got wearily to his feet and headed upstairs. Peter smirked, catching his fiancé's attention. "You want a piece of this, buster?", she asked, waving her fist at him. Peter laughed and held up his hands. "I'm afraid, okay, I'm afraid!" Lauren kissed her fiancée. "A nice blue suit." "A nice blue suit.", he agreed. As soon as Jimmy came back downstairs, Peter grabbed the boy's duffel bag and led him outside to the Jeep. Surprising Jimmy, he first went to his apartment. After unlocking the door and ushering him inside, he commented, "I need a shower, too. You wait here and I'll be out in ten minutes." Jimmy nodded and looked around the now empty living room, populated only by a wide-screen television. The furniture had all been moved into his home already! He wandered into the kitchen and dining rooms, curious about what else would need to be moved. When Peter returned, his hair damp and carrying his shoes, Jimmy asked him. Peter looked around and shrugged. "Not sure yet. The TV is going into your living room, since it's bigger than yours, and we'll put yours in the den or something. The computers I'll bring over next week sometime." Jimmy's face lit up. "We're getting the big TV!? That is so cool!" "Cool!", agreed Peter wryly. He had just remembered Lauren's last visit to his apartment. They had watched a porn movie in his living room on the wide screen television. It had been a fascinating experience in some ways, especially from a gynecological standpoint. "Let's go." It was a short drive to the nearest mall, which had a JC Penney. Peter was fairly certain they would be able to provide a 'nice blue suit' for a boy and quickly found himself with a helpful clerk in the boy's department. "Do I really have to wear a suit?", complained Jimmy. His heart really wasn't in it, but he decided he had to complain anyway. "You really have to wear a suit.", answered Peter. "Listen, it won't be for all that long. After the wedding and the pictures, you can take off the tie and jacket and goof off like everybody else." "I have to wear a tie, too!?" "It's sort of like a uniform, you know. Don't worry, we'll get a clip-on for you. Real easy to take off afterwards." The bemused clerk quickly had the boy outfitted with a 'nice blue suit', a white shirt, and a clip-on tie. Jimmy already had good black shoes for church. Peter grabbed the shopping bags and pointed towards the door. "Let's get you over to your grandparent's house. I bet they're waiting for us for dinner." Jimmy nodded in agreement. "What goes on at a wedding shower, anyway." "I have no idea.", replied Peter. "That is one of those eternal mysteries, sort of like why women have to go to the bathroom in groups, you know. It is not meant for men to understand." Jimmy simply laughed. ------- The shower was getting into full swing at that moment. Lauren had shown the last small group through the renovated and remodeled house, and everyone was now seated around the living room sipping wine. Even Heather had managed to snag a glass, over Lauren's half-hearted protest. "Hey, you are going to have to go get ready!", she told the teen. "Yeah!", agreed Heather, finishing her wine and standing up. "Ready for what?", asked Melanie. "Heather's prom is tonight. She has to get ready." Then Lauren looked at her wristwatch. "And right now, too!" She pointed the girl in the direction of her basement apartment and shooed her downstairs. "Call me when you are ready." "She isn't doing something with her hair?", asked Melanie. Her eldest had gone to a junior prom just the weekend before and had spent hours at the beauty shop getting her hair done up. Lauren shook her head. "She wanted to do something simpler, with her hair down." Helen nodded along with her daughter-in-law. "You'll see. It's sort of a snood, but not really. It should be pretty simple to do." Downstairs, Heather stripped off her clothing and headed for her shower, grabbing her robe on the way. Ten minutes later, freshly scrubbed and with her hair wet, she sat down on her futon with a hair dryer and brush, and began working on her hair. She wasn't sure exactly what Helen had in mind, but she knew she needed her hair straight and dry. Satisfied, she stood and pulled her gown from the closet, then opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of sheer stockings. They went on first, pulled high up her silky thighs and adjusted. She slipped into her stiletto heels and stood. Picking up the gown, she ripped the plastic wrap off the gown and took it off the hanger. Her prom gown was actually a formal evening gown. She and Lauren had been shopping for a wedding gown when the two women had found something even better, an evening gown which could double for a wedding gown. Lauren had commented that it seemed so silly to spend so much money for a dress that she would only wear once. The gowns they found were perfect. They were identical in style and fabric, though Heather's was a deep coral in color while Lauren's was an off-white. She had commented that it seemed more suitable for a widow's wedding than a 'maiden's' wedding. Both gowns were in three pieces, a heavy and strapless bustier with a hook-and-eye closure up the front, an ankle length dress with a similar hook-and-eye closure from hem to waist, and an open short jacket. The material was an ornately brocaded silk and cost a small fortune, but both Lauren and Heather immediately realized they would be able to wear them more than once. Heather dropped her robe on the bed and undid the hooks holding the bustier together. She wrapped it around and began putting it on. In the boutique, Lauren had helped, and it went considerably slower without the older woman to snag the hooks into the eyes while she simply held it in place. She was on the verge of calling for help when she got the hang of it and jiggled herself into position. Next on was the long dress, but this had a hidden elastic panel which made the going considerably easier. She stepped in front of her mirror and jiggled and wiggled her voluptuous body into place, then went upstairs. "Whoa!", exclaimed Shirley as Heather stepped into the kitchen. "Get a load of the glamour queen!", she announced. Heather smiled and nervously walked into the living room, where all the other women, now into their second or third glasses of wine, applauded or whistled approval. "You look gorgeous!", was the general comment on the dress and Heather. Lauren explained how both she and Heather had similar dresses and hers was in off-white, for the wedding in two weeks. A couple of the women looked shocked and Helen even gasped. Heather's bustier was unhooked far enough to show a very generous amount of cleavage, and the dress was opened well above the knee. Lauren immediately reassured everyone that for the wedding everything would be covered, and they would both be wearing their jackets. Shirley breathed easier at that; Father Fred was fairly open-minded but there was no point to pushing your luck! "Ready for me to help with your hair?", asked Helen. "Please?", replied the girl nervously. It didn't seem as if she had enough time. Robby was going to show up at six and it looked like she would never be ready. "Not a problem." She stood up and turned to Carol Cannelloni. "Ready, Soupy? Got your makeup kit?!" Susan looked at the two women curiously. "That's the second time you called Carol Soupy! What gives?" Carol laughed. "That's my nickname, has been for years." The rest of the group looked mystified. "My maiden name is Sales. Every since I was a kid, people have been calling me Soupy Sales, like the comedian!" A few of the younger women politely nodded, even though they had no idea who Soupy Sales the comedian was, but the older people nodded in understanding. Lauren stood at the same time that her friend stood, but Soupy waved her back into her seat. "It won't take three of us!" She picked up a large makeup kit from where she had deposited it at the front door, then followed Helen and Heather up the stairs. Helen had decided she liked the lighting in the two new bedrooms better. Several women watched Soupy with surprise when she hefted the surprisingly large makeup kit; Lauren explained that her friend used to be a beautician and still had her old setup. It was acknowledged by the other women in the room that Soupy's own makeup was a step or two above whatever anyone else in the room could do. The remaining women continued sipping their wine and gossiping while waiting for Heather and her helpers to return. All of them had brought over gifts or cards and at some point, nobody was perfectly sure when, they began passing them over to Lauren. The mood for the remainder of the afternoon was set once Lauren opened a large package from Susan, to discover an oversized flesh-colored vibrator, complete with fake cockhead and veins. "Aacckkkk! Oh my God!", she sputtered, as the others laughed raucously. "That's in case my little brother really is my LITTLE brother!", replied Susan. Lauren blushed redly, which only got the others to laughing more. Several more presents came forth with a similar theme - another pair of vibrators, several extremely racy nighties, a few gift certificates to Victoria's Secret from the shyer guests, and even a cock ring for Peter, '... in case you wear him down so far he can't get it up!' Helen and Soupy joined in the hilarity when they heard the laughter from downstairs. Each of them came down separately to refill their wineglasses and turn over their presents, a gift certificate from Helen and a pair of 'How-To' videos from Soupy. The doorbell ringing precisely at six, prompting a loud squeal from upstairs. When it rang a second time, Lauren stood and peered out the sidelight and saw Robby pacing nervously on the porch. When Heather protested again, Lauren walked to the stairs, leaving the teen outside. "Will you settle down!? It's not like he's going anywhere!" Helen and Soupy appeared at the top of the stairs. "Are we all set?", she asked. "Ready, willing, and able.", quipped Helen. "Very ready and very willing.", agreed Lauren's friend lewdly. Lauren laughed. "Okay, you two come on down. Heather you stay up there. I'll call you when it's time for the grand entrance." She snorted in laughter as the doorbell rang a third time, and hurried over to let the boy in. Robby nervously stepped into the foyer, noticing a room full of inebriated women. He had seen all the cars outside, but hadn't known about Lauren's bachelorette party/shower. He noticed some lingerie and a dildo on the coffee table and blushed beet red, turning away quickly as Melanie and Jennifer swept the table's contents into a bag on the floor. "Uh, is Heather, uh, ready?", he asked. "My, don't you look handsome!", exclaimed Lauren. "Stand up straight!", she ordered, reaching out to square his shoulders. Robby self-consciously stood straighter, avoiding the giggling of the others. "Very nice, Robby!" She glanced over her shoulder at her mother-in-law standing at the foot of the stairs. "I'm sure Heather will be down in just another minute or so." Lauren went to the foyer closet and reached up to the top shelf, pulling down a small camera bag. "We need some pictures." Robby was wearing a traditional black tuxedo and cummerbund, but at least the tuxedo fit him fairly well, which wasn't always the case with rental tuxedos. He held a box with a large red corsage in his very sweaty hands. Lauren pulled out her camera and checked the settings, then said, "OK, I think we're ready now." Behind her, Helen and Soupy waved Heather down from the top of the stairs where she had been waiting. Robby's eyes goggled as she came into view. His girlfriend had spent several sessions at a tanning salon, tanning topless, to rid herself of any bra strap lines, and her skin glowed. Soupy had given her a subtly sophisticated and wanton look with a dark lip gloss and eye shadow, and Helen had wrapped the girl's waist length brown hair in a coral-colored lattice of ribbon. Heather stood at the foot of the stairs looking at Robby as he swallowed and stared. Lauren snickered and nudged the boy in the ribs. "Well, say something!" Robby came out of his trance long enough to say, "Wow!". His lips moved silently for a few seconds, then he repeated himself. "Wow!" Heather's sophisticated look cracked briefly as her face lit up. She came closer. "Really? I look all right? I wasn't sure if this would be okay..." She went on in this vein for several more seconds. "Wow!" Lauren gave him another nudge, and he woke up. "You look great!", he exclaimed. "You are so beautiful!" Heather blushed, then leaned towards him and kissed him on the cheek. "Well, put the corsage on her, silly!", ordered Lauren. Robby blushed and opened the package in his hands. "You said I should get something for a red dress. Is this right?" He pulled the flowers from the box and stared at them. "Uh, it's a wrist corsage, like you said..." It was obvious he had no idea what he was doing. Lauren took the corsage and tied it around Heather's wrist properly. The teen leaned forward again to kiss her beau. "All right, enough of that! You two get over in front of the fireplace. I'm taking some pictures!" Lauren shooed the young couple to the side of the room, positioning them properly, and stepped back. She took several pictures of them and was on the verge of releasing them when Shirley protested. "Not yet! I'm not done." Both she and Helen had brought out their own cameras and were taking snapshots. Finally, Robby glanced down at his wristwatch and said, "We really need to be going..." Heather glanced at her own watch, and started. "Oooohhh... back in a moment!" She scurried off to her basement apartment, returning a couple of minutes later, with the jacket to her gown. "Sorry!" Robby escorted her down the front steps and out to the street. He held the door open to his father's Buick. "I like the car.", commented Heather. Robby shrugged sadly. Robby was driving his parent's car as a need, not a choice; his pickup truck had finally died a loud and noisy death. The transmission repair job would cost more than the vehicle was worth. "I'm still working on something.", he commented. "It's okay. Listen, when I turn 17, Lauren says we can buy me a car." Robby looked at her curiously. He had heard a variant of this for over a month. "And you know what kind of car I'm going to get?", she asked. "No." Heather giggled. "One with a big back seat!" Robby blushed and grinned, then started up the Buick. ------- Chapter 41: Prom Night It had been a pretty good evening, all things considered, thought Robby. First, dinner had gone very nicely, even though his attempt to order a couple of drinks had been laughingly dismissed by the waitress. Heather had simply looked luminous in her evening gown, an effect heightened when midway through dinner she had removed the jacket. Practically every man in the restaurant had turned to stare, some discretely and some less so, at the beautiful young woman, and Robby had felt unbearably proud of her. The prom itself, at the country club, was also quite successful. Although extreme gowns and beautiful young women were not that uncommon at a prom, Heather had more than held her own. Only a couple of things had even come close to marring the evening. Cynthia Babbish, Heather's archrival, had been there with her new boyfriend, and the two girls had been almost hissing and spitting at each other like a pair of cornered alleycats. Fortunately, both Robby and Cynthia's boyfriend were friendly, if not quite friends, and had amusedly kept the two separated before the night could degenerate into a certified bitch-slapping catfight! Chad Pennington, Cynthia's old boyfriend, who had been dumped in the aftermath of the 'upgrade' incident was also present. His date, a girl notorious for the ease at which her morality could be compromised by alcohol or other substances, had indeed gotten loaded before arriving. Chad was totally lit up as well, and managed to become nauseous and lose his supper all over one of the rent-a-cops who was escorting him out for the evening. That earned the pair of them a ride to the police station with a pair of real cops, curious and exciting for everyone else not involved. Now the plan was simply to finish the evening at the prom, then head over to Jerry Greenberg's for the after-prom party. They would have a few drinks there, dance and party some more, then head back to Heather's for a very pleasant culmination to the evening. He was not expecting to get home much before dawn. Something did seem to be affecting Heather however. She had seemed to be somewhat distracted most of the evening, though Robby just couldn't put his finger on precisely what was different. Further she had been very possessive of him at time; certainly during the slow dances she had been rubbing herself against him like a cat in heat. He liked it, but it was still a little unusual for Heather; she was normally more circumspect in public. It was the end of a slow and romantic dance, one in which she had been rubbing her body against him heatedly, that she lifted her head off his shoulder and whispered to him, "Robby, could you please take me home now?" Her date lifted his wrist and glanced at his watch. It was barely ten! "What's the matter, honey?", he asked. "Nothing, Robby, I just need you to take me home." "Aren't you feeling well?" "I'm feeling fine Robby. I just need you to take me home.", she repeated. "Don't you want to go the party later?", he asked confusedly. Heather rolled her eyes, then wrapped her arms around Robby's neck and rubbed against him. She could feel his stiff cock through his tuxedo trousers and her nipples felt so hard they were about to burst through her gown. "No Robby, I don't want to go to the party, I want you to take me back to my place. You know, where nobody is home?" Comprehension dawned on her lover and he grinned broadly. He hugged her and led her into dancing the next song, another slow number. "You sure about that? I'd hate to disappoint you.", he teased. "I'm sure, Robby! Maybe I should go find Chad and see if he'd like to upgrade!" Robby laughed and held her close. "At the end of the dance. Why the sudden change of mind?" "Well, I've been thinking. I mean, the real reason for the after-prom parties is to find a place to go where you guys can get some girls drunk and have some privacy, right?" Heather had come a long way since the Halloween night 'orgy' she had stomped out on. Robby grimaced to himself as he silently conceded his date's point. Getting some booze or drugs into a girl, lowering her inhibitions, and sneaking off to a back bedroom for a quickie was decidedly the point of most such parties. Truth be told, it was about the only way for a lot of the kids to get laid in a bed, as opposed to the back seat of a car, without spending another fortune for a motel room, which they might not get without a credit card or ID. "Well, Robby, do you think you need to get me drunk in order to get lucky?", she asked. "Heather, just being with you makes me lucky." It sounded lame, but he figured it was a safe answer, in case Heather was trying to make a point. She hadn't been, but it sounded very sweet. She hugged him and leaned forward and up, to lick his ear and whisper, "There is absolutely nobody home right now." Robby pulled back slightly and looked at her curiously. "Well, no kids anyway, and Lauren is probably going to come home very late and very drunk. We can go downstairs and have all sorts of privacy." She nuzzled against him and nibbled on his neck, driving him slightly nuts in the process. "Uh, let's go!" Robby took her by the hand and led her back to the table they had been sharing with some friends, to retrieve her purse and jacket. He announced they were leaving to the good-natured jeers of his friends. It was fairly obvious why the young couple was leaving early. Heather left her jacket off as they drove home, and didn't have to undo too many more hooks on her gown in order to entice Robby. During the evening she had managed to undo practically every single hook-and-eye possible without the gown falling off her buxom frame, and by now the bustier top was undone to well below her breasts, and the dress was undone high enough up her thighs so that her stocking tops were being hinted at. At that, however, more than a few of the other girls were wearing gowns extremely low cut or slit high. Once parked at Lauren's house, Heather took Robby by the hand and led him to the door. As she had suspected, nobody was home and the house was dark. She fumbled the key out of her evening bag and unlocked the front door, then led Robby inside. He immediately pushed her back against the wall and began kissing her passionately, all the while running his hands over her body. Heather whimpered as she responded, then pushed him away. Grabbing him by the hand, she quickly led him down into her basement apartment. Once there, he repeated his rushed fondling of his lover. Again, she pushed him away. Smiling, she said, "There is no need to rush, Robby! We have all night!" "You are driving me insane!", he protested, breathing hard. "That's the whole idea!", she teased back. "Get undressed!", she ordered. "What?!" "Take your clothes off. I want you naked, completely naked, before we go any farther. Besides, I don't want you ruining my gown. I have to wear it to a wedding in a couple of weeks." Heather giggled at the thought of wearing the incredibly sexy and seductive gown in a church; it was so sinful! Robby stared at her in disbelief briefly, then shook his head clear. His orders were clear and precise - strip! He tore his clothes of in a frenzy, even undoing his pants before he had removed his shoes, an action which caused Heather to start laughing. Finally, much too slowly for his taste, he was standing before her, his clothes thrown around the room haphazardly, naked. Heather eyed him hungrily. Robby's cock, so magnificent and big, just like in the porn movies, was already throbbing in anticipation, a slight trickle of pre-cum forming at the tip. "Okay, now it's your turn!" "I should have some music, don't you think? Da-da-da-da-da..." Heather swung her hips lightly as she made a poor imitation of burlesque music. "Well, maybe not.", she said with a smile. She surprised Robby by starting with the long skirt portion of the gown, undoing the few remaining hooks-and-eyes and peeling it open. Totally unsurprising to him was the fact that Heather was wearing stockings and no panties; he knew that she knew how much that turned him on, and she often went out with him that way. What did surprise him was when she undid the bustier top and set it aside. He stared at her huge tits. "Do you like them?", she asked. Robby stared hungrily. He had always loved Heather's breasts. What she was referring to now was the two new additions. Heather was sporting a pair of nipple clips with what seemed to be earrings dangling from them. Her nipples seemed incredibly aroused and stiff. "Wow!" "So, what do you think?" Robby reached out and gently touched one of her nipples with his forefinger. Heather gasped and shuddered, and he yanked his hand back as if burned. "Are you all right?", he demanded. Heather opened her eyes and smiled. "I wasn't in pain, Robby, I was coming! Oh, God that felt good! Please touch me again!" Robby smiled and stepped closer, raising both hands and gently caressing her breasts and nipples. He could smell her pussy juice, she was so turned on. His cock jutted towards her, so close that it was rubbing against her belly. Finally, Heather couldn't take it any more. "I need you so bad!" She pushed Robby backwards until he was pressed against her futon bed, already opened up. She forced him backwards and then climbed on top straddling his waist. Robby reached down to aim his cock upwards, and Heather lowered herself onto him, impaling her drenched pussy. She cried out as she came again, and began to slowly move on top of him. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...", she begged repeatedly. Robby was barely holding on. He reached up and cupped Heather's tits, flicking his fingertips across her nipples and driving her wild. She was moaning loudly, certainly too loud if they hadn't been alone, and her cunt was doing a dance of its own around his cock. His balls felt absolutely soaked with pussy juice, and it became too much. Gasping, his back arched and he thrust up into her grasping pussy, his throbbing cock spraying her cunt with his come. The potent mixture pistoned back out as she thrust back, crying in orgasm, soaking their crotches as she sagged down, collapsing onto his heaving chest. It was several minutes before either of the teens could do more than pant and gasp. Heather rolled off her lover, and murmured, "Oh Robby! That was... that was..." "Yeah!", he agreed. Robby rolled towards her so that they were facing each other, then brought a hand up and touched a nipple clip. The effect was electrifying, but not precisely what he had been hoping for. Heather gave a start and pulled away, grabbing for his hand. "Sorry, babe!", he apologized. "It's okay, Robby, they're just a little sensitive.", she explained. For the first time, Robby gave Heather's nipples a close look. Her new jewelry consisted of a pair of black elastic cords with a small silver sleeve around them, pulled up and snugged around the very tip of her engorged nipple. A small silver dangle was on the end of each cord. Heather gently pulled the clips loose, wincing slightly as circulation was restored. "I'm really sorry, Heather. I would never want to hurt you!" Heather leaned back to kiss him softly. "It's alright, Robby. It was just that this is the first time I've worn them and I guess I have to get used to them. Did you like them?" Robby's eyes lit up. "Yeah, they are so cool! Where in the world did you get them!?" His girlfriend giggled. "A few friends and I were downtown last week and we went into 'Exotic Orient.' Do you know the store?" Robby nodded briefly; it was a 'hippie' type store, selling drug paraphernalia, posters, Oriental type stuff, and the like. "They had these and we all bought some." "You mean a bunch of you... ? Who!" Heather grinned and giggled, "I'm not telling! But I will say that I wasn't the only one at the dance tonight with them on." Robby was getting immensely turned on by this discussion, and his come-slick but limp cock began expanding rapidly. His cockhead straightened and butted against Heather's belly, and she glanced down at it briefly and smiled. Robby noticed and smiled as well. "Would you like me to kiss them and make them better?", he offered. Heather practically purred. "Oooh, yes, please!" She snuggled closer to him and arched her back slightly, lifting the heavy globes towards his questing lips. Then, as he lowered his face to her tits and began to suckle on the nipples, she reached between them and firmly grasped his stiff cock. She wrapped a nylon clad leg behind his and began slowly jerking him off. Robby alternated between her tits, sucking first the one and then the other, and caressing the pair of them, driving her crazy with desire. It became too much. "Oh, Robby, I need you!", she whimpered and rolled onto her back, still holding his cock. Robby rolled with her, positioning himself over her, and Heather guided his cockhead inside. He pushed into the come soaked cunt easily, and Heather wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Robby could feel the spike heels touching his ass, and began humping vigorously into her, long and slow strokes that reamed her pussy thoroughly. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me...", she cried endlessly, writhing in orgasm beneath his pounding body. Robby held out as long as possible before refilling her pussy with a fresh load of jism. Robby collapsed onto her heaving chest and then rolled slowly off to the side. "Jesus!", he exclaimed privately. Heather giggled and sat up. "Back in a moment.", she said, then climbed off the futon bed and walked into the bathroom. A few minutes later she returned, to find her boyfriend sprawled out on her bed, naked, his cock hanging limply between his legs, asleep. She smiled silently to herself and went back to the bathroom. This time she stripped off her high heels and stockings and hair net, then slipped into the shower for a quick cleanup; Robby had filled her with what seemed to be two quarts of come, and it all felt like it was dripping out of her and running down her thighs. Refreshed, she dried herself off and returned to his side. Robby was still asleep, and Heather gazed at his form curiously. This was the first time she had ever really looked at his cock when it wasn't stiff. It didn't look anywhere near as impressive as when it was aroused, blood-filled and throbbing, aimed at her tingling pussy. Her pussy began tingling again, and she got a wicked gleam in her eyes. She got up and moved to the end of the bed, and sank down and crawled between his legs. Lowering her face to his crotch, she gently lifted his limp dick and slipped it into her mouth. The aroma and taste of their mixed juices was strong but not unpleasant, and the teen suckled his flaccid cock happily. Her actions began to have an affect on Robby. He began to murmur in his sleep, and his hips began to move slightly. His cock certainly stiffened quickly enough, forcing Heather to reposition herself and pull back slightly. Her movements only brought him out of his nap the faster. Moments later she felt his hands in her long hair as he softly held her head and guided her motions. "Oh, that's it, that's it!", he moaned happily, as he thrust his hips upwards, to drive his cock into her hungry mouth. Wanting to drive him wild, she reached down and slipped a finger between his asscheeks, to caress and slip inside his anal pucker. She was successful beyond belief. Moaning loudly, Robby pumped his cock upwards furiously, and Heather felt his cock expand as his back arched, and she drove her face forward, taking him fully inside as come started pumping into her mouth. She pumped and sucked him dry, then knelt and smiled at him. "I think you liked that.", she said with a smile. "I think I loved that.", he replied. "Actually, I think I love you!" Heather's eyes began to fill with tears of joy, and he held his arms out and pulled her down towards him. She snuggled against him as he held her tightly, and whispered, "I love you, I love you, I love you." The young couple fell asleep in each other's arms. ------- Chapter 42: The Full Monty The party basically broke up about eight o'clock or so. It was a group of ten that decided to take the party to the next level - Lauren, Soupy, the four future sister-in-laws, Helen and Shirley, and finally a pair of Lauren's coworkers, secretaries. "So, exactly what is the plan for tonight?", asked Cheryl Benson, one of the secretaries. "I don't know!", answered Lauren. She pointed at Susan and Soupy. "These two have been planning something, but they wouldn't tell me!" Susan grinned at Soupy and said, "Should we tell her?" Soupy laughed and pulled a flyer from her purse. It was an advertisement for a local nightclub, which that night was featuring a dance troupe called 'The Full Monty.' The women gasped as Susan read the flyer - it was for a male strip show, similar to the Chippendales, promising to show 'The Full Monty', as it was called after the hit movie. "We are going to drink and stuff dollar bills in g-strings, ladies!", cried Soupy. The room broke up into raucous laughter. Most of them had never been to a male revue, though they had all heard of them. "Oh my God!", exclaimed Melanie. "Bob will freak!", she said, referring to her husband. "Hey, what happens in Union Valley, stays in Union Valley.", laughed her sister Susan. This set off another round of laughter. "So, when do we leave? How do we get there?", asked Melanie. All eyes turned to Soupy. "I've got a limo coming to pick us up.", she answered. "A limo! That will cost a fortune!", exclaimed Cheryl. Soupy waved this off. "It's free! I simply have to sleep with the driver." Several jaws dropped at this, and a few of the other women gasped at the statement, but Shirley and Lauren laughed loudly. "Give me a break!", replied Lauren. She turned to the other women and laughingly said, "Soupy and her husband own a limo company." There was more raucous laughter. A horn beeping outside caused Soupy to look at her watch. "Ladies, the limo is here!" She drained her wineglass and stood up. The others all scrambled to their feet, grabbing jackets and purses and slipping their shoes back on, and Soupy led them out the front door and down the walk. A large dark-complected man with a mustache was standing by the rear door to the stretch limousine, in a dark suit and dark sunglasses. "Good God, would you look at this thing!", commented Jennifer, sticking her head inside and backing out again. Looking at Soupy, she nodded towards the driver. "He the guy you have to pay off?" Soupy grinned and climbed inside. Lauren followed and the others scrambled in after them. Soupy opened a cabinet at the side of the plushly appointed vehicle to disclose a small refrigerator; she pulled out a large bottle of champagne and then opened another cabinet and began handing around some champagne flutes. "Compliments of Premier Limousine, ladies." She popped the cork from the champagne and began filling the flutes. "A toast! To Lauren Graham, soon to become Lauren Tallman. Let's hope tonight isn't the high point of your marriage!" Laughter filled the back of the limo as it slowly and smoothly pulled away from the curb. Few of the women had been in a large deluxe limo before, and spent several minutes poking around, opening hidden compartments and marveling at the fixtures. They oohed and aahed even more after Soupy told them how much a car like that cost! "Do you ever drive?", asked Janice Huff, the other secretary and Lauren's coworker. Soupy nodded and smiled. "Sure do! You ought to see me. I've got this gray skirt suit, you know, short skirt, fitted jacket. I wear a black bustier under it and some black stockings, the type where they can just get a hint of the elastic at the top, and some black fuck-me shoes. I specialize in stag parties and picking up men on business trips. You would not believe the tips!" The women laughed at Soupy's description, but not in disbelief. Lauren's friend was short but not petite, being very curvy. Her husband considered her plush, not plump. She had wide hips, nicely tapered legs, a slim but pleasantly rounded belly, and an enormous set of tits. She would easily drive a bunch of horny guys to distraction. Melanie giggled and asked, "So, tell us, do people ever really, well, you know, I mean, in the back here?" "You bet!", said Soupy with a nod and a smile. "No! Get out!", remarked Shirley. "Really?!" "Like when?", asked Lauren. Soupy shrugged. "It depends. I mean, a lot of times, when we rent these things, it's for a group, like tonight, or a wedding party or kids going to the prom or something. Nothing happens then. I mean they drink a lot, but nothing else." Most of the women nodded in understanding. "But sometimes, it's just a couple, maybe a husband taking his wife out to dinner and then to the casino, just the pair of them. Then, well..." Jennifer was skeptical. "Really, you know this? What, do you have a camera?" Soupy shrugged and pointed to a small button on the ceiling near the divider between the passenger chamber and the driver. "Wave to the driver, girls!", she said, and began waving. The rest of the women squawked and waved, and suddenly the interior lights flashed a couple of times. "Oh my God, you have it bugged!", exclaimed Jennifer. "Hey, we have to.", commented Soupy. "You wouldn't believe some of the shit that goes on in here at times. You have to watch high school kids like hawks! And sometimes it's pretty cool. Just last month Tommy and I were driving two couples home from the casino and they wanted to take the 'long way.' We were watching and they stripped down and had a foursome going on back here. First the women switched husbands, then they did each other! It was like watching a live porno movie!" "Jesus!" Soupy told several more tales of back seat antics and then stopped as the limo pulled into the parking lot of the club. Tommy stopped at the entrance and then stepped out, to open the rear door and let the women out. "I'll be back around midnight, ladies.", he commented, then left, smiling at his wife as he did so. Soupy led the group inside. Several of the women stopped at an ATM machine in the lobby. The first casualties of the evening occurred at the first break, when Janice and Cheryl, Lauren's coworkers, bailed out. They laughed and said they were going to turn into pumpkins and needed to get home. They got a cab and drove to Lauren's where they each picked up her car and went home. Janice got home in time to work her husband over thoroughly in bed; Cheryl, a still-in-the-closet lesbian, got out her strap-on dildo and did the same with her girlfriend. The next to leave were Shirley and Helen. Shirley began to fall asleep midway through the second set, much to the amusement of her raucously laughing friends. "She never could hold her liquor.", commented Helen, as she propped up her daughter-in-law's mother. "No, she's a pretty cheap drunk.", agreed Lauren, laughing as Shirley slipped sideways against Helen. "Come on!", Helen said to Shirley, shaking the other woman awake. She stood and helped Shirley to her feet. "I'm going to call Jack on my cell phone and have him pick us up." She grabbed both purses and half led and half carried Shirley outside. "Let's go!" Outside, she moved to a bench against the wall of the building and fished out her telephone from her purse. Twenty minutes later, a rather bemused looking Jack Ferguson pulled up in front of the club. "You owe me big time, you realize.", he said, rolling down his window. Helen laughed. "Just get the back door open and help me get her in." Shirley was asleep on Helen's shoulder. Jack snorted good-naturedly and turned off the car. He climbed out and opened one of the rear doors, then went over to the two women. He and Helen maneuvered Shirley to her feet and managed to lay her down on the back seat. The two got into the front seat and drove off. Frank Boscow was somewhat less amused with his wife's antics. When he opened his front door, with slacks and a robe hastily thrown on, at almost midnight to find Jack carrying his wife in his arms, snoring loudly, while Helen laughed, his first comment was, "You have got to be kidding me!" Jack laughed. "Where do you want her?" "How about back where you found her!", replied Frank, shaking his head. Jack laughed again and gently deposited his burden on Frank's couch. He and Helen laughed as they left. Frank simply shook his head in disbelief and covered his wife with an afghan. She was going to be so hungover the next day. He headed back upstairs to bed. Jack simply smiled to himself as Helen hit the highlights of the night on their way back home. She allowed him to unlock the front door and let her in, but instead of heading upstairs, she headed towards the kitchen. "I'm a bit tired, but I'm not really sleepy. Care to relax in the hot tub for a bit?" Jack raised an eyebrow, but said, "Why not? Wine?" "Please." Helen headed to the hot tub on the enclosed back deck while Jack stopped in the kitchen. He retrieved a bottle of chardonnay chilled in the refrigerator and grabbed a couple of glasses from the overhead rack, then spent several minutes looking for the corkscrew and then removing the cork. By the time he went out to the hot tub, Helen was already naked and relaxing in the water. Jack poured her some wine and handed her the glass, then set down his glass and the bottle. "Do I need to do a dance, too?", he asked, reaching up to undo a button on his shirt and wiggling his hips. Helen laughed uproariously. "Give me a break! I think I've had just about enough of that tonight! Just get in here!" Jack snorted and laughed. He finished unbuttoning his shirt, then poured his own wine and set it and the bottle near to hand by the tub. Helen noted happily that her lover was beginning to stiffen quite nicely as he stepped into the tub. They lay backwards, sipping their wine for a few minutes as they slowly caressed each other. Then, Helen reached out and refilled their glasses, and then repositioned herself so that she was laying back against Jack, with the both of them facing out towards the back yard. She could feel his stiff cock pressing against her back. Further stimulation came as Jack wrapped an arm around her to begin softly caressing her large breasts, bobbing on the surface of the water. She sighed with contentment as she sagged back against him, squirming slightly, and he moved his fingers down her body, to slip between her widespread thighs and slip between her pussy lips. "Oh, Jack, you are driving me nuts!", she moaned. She quickly finished her glass of wine and set it aside, then grabbed the edge of the hot tub and lifted up slightly. Her lover positioned his cockhead at the entrance of her pulsing cunt and she slid down on him. She moaned as she squirmed into position. "You must really need it tonight.", he whispered into her ear. "You must have enjoyed watching all those cocks tonight." "Ummm, they weren't as nice as this one." Helen brought her legs together and began squeezing her cunt muscles around his trapped cock. Jack set down his wine glass and placed both hands on her waist under the water; he began raising her up and dropping her back down on him. Helen began orgasming quietly, moaning as her back arched, and he quickly followed suit, filling her pussy with come, that quickly pistoned out and floated in the tub before mixing in. Helen sagged back against him for several minutes in total bliss, then moved to get out of the tub. "Darling, that was wonderful, but I think I am about to turn into a prune." She climbed out of the tub and stood next to it in the warm summer breeze coming in from the back yard. By the time Jack had climbed out, she had pulled a pair of large and fluffy towels out of a small cabinet to the side of the tub. They both quickly dried off, then Helen commented, "I really should rub some oil on myself before I chafe." "Want some help?" Helen looked at him curiously. She had only been considering a quick rub with some body lotion, but this might be much more interesting. "Really? That would be nice!" "Uh, where?..." Helen pointed towards the small exercise mat to the side. It was actually the cover to the hot tub, but it had a waterproof padding and was sturdy enough to be sat upon; normally she kept it to the side as a convenient place to lie down on the deck. She lay down on the mat, face down, and directed Jack into the cabinet. He returned with a small bottle of baby oil, not what she originally had in mind, but much more suitable for what she was now expecting. Jack knelt naked by Helen's side and drizzled some oil out onto her back, then rubbed some more onto his hands and fingers. He was a doctor, with their legendary strong and slim fingers, his fingers were more than dexterous enough to work the oil over her skin. Helen murmured happily as he worked over her back, then down both legs, and even between her wide-spread legs and down the crack of her ass. Jack began to recover from his earlier fucking, his cock swelling as he looked down on her glistening body. "Roll over. It's time for the front.", he whispered in her ear, then sat back on his heels as she squirmed around to lay face up. Her nipples were prominent and erect. She glanced at him and saw his rapidly filling cock and smiled. Her eyes closed again as he began working over her front. This time he began with her arms and legs first, avoiding her breasts and pussy until the very last. She gasped when he finally began rubbing her tits with one oily hand while the other delved between her legs. Her back arched and her eyes opened wildly as she came beneath his hands. She glanced at his cock to find it fully erect, the cockhead a majestic purple, and a bead of pre-come forming at the tip. "I need it.", she moaned. Jack smiled down at her and continued to torment her. "What was that?", he asked. "I need you, Jack! I need you to fuck me!" She writhed beneath him and tried to draw him closer. Jack gave her another breathtaking orgasm before relenting. Pulling back slightly, he said, "Pull your legs up." Helen quickly drew her knees up to her chest and spread them apart. Jack twisted around on the mat and knelt between her feet. "Farther... farther... spread your legs wide..." He helped position her in an incredibly lewd position, her knees up against her tits and spread wide, her cunt gaping open at him pinkly. Slipping closer, he took his cock in hand and slapped it down against her pussy lips Helen shook as she orgasmed. "Don't tease me, that's so mean!", she complained. "Put it in me! Please!" Jack smiled as he looked down at her. He would put it in her all right, but not quite as she expected. He surreptitiously oiled his cock up and aimed it at the little brown ring winking at him from below her pussy. Moving closer, he placed his cockhead at the entrance to her ass and slowly began to push inwards. Helen's eyes snapped open as she realized what was happening to her, and a grin came over her face. Ever since Jack had introduced her, carefully and lovingly, to anal sex a few months ago, she had learned to really enjoy it. It was much more intimate than straight sex - none of her other lovers, not her husband nor the ones before or after, had ever been there. Yet it also was so hot and sexual, so very 'nasty' as the kids would say. Despite the intimacy, it wasn't making love, it was fucking, pure animal fucking of the hottest sort, done for the sheer pleasure of it. Shortly after her second assfuck, when both Jack and Helen realized just how much it turned her on, he had taken her to dinner. Then on the way back, he had asked, "Do you trust me?" "What?" "Do you trust me?" Helen looked at him curiously; Jack was up to something! "Okay, what?" "Take off your slip.", he replied with a smile. "Panties, too." "What!" "Trust me!" Helen stared at him for a moment, then shook her head in disbelief. Unbuckling her seat belt, she shifted around on her seat and pulled her dress up. She had worn a very pretty green and blue chiffon dress, quite sheer and gauzy, with a camisole and half-slip underneath, along with some thigh top stockings, panties, and high heels. "I can't believe I'm doing this." Reaching under the dress, she tugged her slip off, then repeated the process with her underwear. Tossing them into the back seat, she smoothed her dress out again and asked, "Satisfied?" "Now the top. Lose the camisole.", Jack said. "You are nuts! I am not undressing where anybody can see me!" "Please, for me?" Helen shook her head again, and muttered under her breath. She leaned forward and unzipped her dress and pulled it forward off her arms. Glancing quickly outside and finding no cars nearby, she hurriedly peeled off the camisole top and slipped her arms back into the dress. She tried to zip it up, but gave up in disgust. "You are going to have to zip me back up." The gauzy fabric felt wonderful on her distended nipples. "Sure thing!", he said happily. A minute later he pulled off the road and into a parking lot. "Turn around." Helen had never been in this part of town before and stared out the side window. "Where are we?", she asked. Jack undid his seat belt and pulled up her zipper. "Adult World.", he answered. He pocketed his car keys and stepped out of his car. Adult World! That was an adult video store! Jack couldn't expect her to go in there! Helen stared at him in disbelief as he pulled her door open. "You're crazy! I'm not going in there!" Jack laughed and reached out for a hand, pulling her gently but firmly from the car. "Why not?" Helen looked around wildly. "Are you nuts!? What if somebody sees me?" Jack looked around; they were in a secluded parking lot behind a very nondescript building. "Besides,", she continued, "people can see right through my dress!" Jack grinned. "I know!" Taking her by the hand, he tugged her towards the door. "You look so good!" Helen's large tits sway and jiggled invitingly beneath the light and airy fabric, and her legs were quite visible if the light was just right, from behind. "Come on!" Her face bright red from embarrassment, Helen allowed herself to be led into the den of iniquity, only to discover nobody was being ravished in a smoke filled and dark dive. It was simply a small store filled with racks of videos, DVDs, and sex toys, brightly lit and clean. She stared at everything. "See anything you like?", asked Jack. He waved a massive two foot long double ended dildo at her. "Ye Gods!", she exclaimed. "Put that away!" Jack laughed and set the double dong back, then took her into another aisle. "How about here?" He pointed to a rack of small and thin vibrators and dildos clearly marked for anal use. Suddenly Helen grew less worried about where she was and how she was dressed. She didn't notice the store clerk whose eyes were tracking her relentlessly, eyeing her tits and legs as they moved ghost-like beneath the chiffon. Suddenly she became very horny as she realized that Jack was planning on assfucking her that night! Fifteen minutes later they had settled on a pair of vibrators, one long and very thin, one shorter and slightly thicker. Then Jack led her to the section of DVDs, and they picked out a couple of all anal features. Jack paid for their purchases with cash, and Helen didn't even blush when the store clerk leered at her. She could feel the pussy juice starting to run down her thighs! Once back home, she had simply handed him the KY they had picked up, bent over the couch, and pulled up her dress. "Now!", she had demanded. Now, as Jack leered down on her obscene and lewd form, she looked forward to another assfucking. "Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!", she whimpered. Jack leaned forward, allowing his weight to push his cock into Helen's ass fully. He tucked his arms under her legs and began to pump in and out, slowly at first, but then with an increasing speed. "Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!", she cried softly, over and over. She thrashed underneath him, orgasming continuously, the sweat pouring off the both of them mixing lewdly where it dripped from him onto her. Finally it became too much for Jack. Helen's tightly grasping asshole squeezed down once too often and he slammed forward, his back arching, as he unloaded another come into her butt. He collapsed atop her, allowing her legs to come down from his arms, and she slowly unfolded beneath him, his cock slowly softening inside her ass. Eventually it slipped out and gasping, the pair rolled apart. After catching his breath, Jack stood and helped Helen to her feet. "I think a quick shower is in order before bed." He bent down and began to pick up clothing. Helen grabbed the empty wine bottle and glasses. "Mind if I join you?" She led the way inside. "No, I don't mind, but I think you are going to be very disappointed if you are expecting another encore performance tonight." He smiled as he said this. Helen giggled. "I think I'm kind of worn out too, honey. Maybe tomorrow morning?" "Definitely." He followed her up the stairs. "I think tomorrow we should sleep late and not get dressed." "I like that thinking." ------- The remainder of the party-goers left the night club after the last set, a little after one in the morning. The stretch limo was already waiting at the door, Tony standing outside it, leaning against the door, a smirk on his face. As the women piled into the car, in varied states of inebriation, he asked wryly, "Where to, ladies?" "I need to go over to Peter's!", announced Lauren. "I need to get me some!" Tony snorted derisively, and Soupy yelled out, "Get me some what?!" "You know... some!" Lauren tried to wiggle her hips, only to collapse back into her seat. "I need to get me some!" "Does anybody have the address?", asked Tony. Sue gave him her younger brother's address and Tony shook his head, then closed the back door and climbed behind the wheel. In the back seat, Lauren sagged back into the cushions and promptly fell asleep. "Now what?", asked Jennifer. Soupy laughed. "Let's take her over to Peter's. You heard her - she needs to get some!" As the other women whooped in laughter, Soupy reached into her friend's handbag and pulled out Lauren's cell phone. She scrolled down through the numbers until she found Peter's and pressed the call button. Just before the call would have been picked up by his answering machine, Peter blearily opened his eyes and grabbed his phone. "Hello?" Sue grabbed the phone from Soupy. "Hey little brother! Pull some pants on and kick out the bimbos. We're bringing Lauren over!" "Huh? It's the middle of the night!", he said groggily. "Yeah, we know! We've got her all warmed up for you and now she needs to get some!" The other women laughed raucously at this. "Are you nuts?" "Get ready!", replied Sue, who turned off the phone and tossed it into Lauren's bag. She looked over Lauren's snoring figure and asked Soupy, "Does she do this often?" Soupy waved off Lauren's future sisters-in-law's concerns. "It's been years since she's been this lit up, although she really is going to be hungover after this. I think she's headed into a good two day hangover." "Yikes!", commented Melanie. "When was the last time?" Soupy scratched her head for a bit. "Well, I think it was at this picnic. Gary - he was her first husband - threw a picnic and kegger for their fifth anniversary, and she tried to drink the brewery dry. She can't drink beer worth a damn anyway. Anyways, that was a three day hangover. She's not quite as bad, this time." Five minutes later the limo pulled up in front of Peter's apartment complex. Tony stopped and opened the back door, then stood aside as Sue and Soupy pulled Lauren out. She woke up enough to semi-support herself, mumbling about 'getting some' and Sue and Soupy led her to the door, one on each side, and arm over each shoulder. Sue leaned on her brother's doorbell until he buzzed them in. He was standing at his front door, wearing worn khakis and a beat-up old robe, shaking his head in disgust. "Do you know what time it is?", he demanded blearily. "Hey, your fiancé says she need to 'get some.' She's your problem now!", said his sister. She pushed Lauren forward into Peter's arms. "I think I'm going to be sick.", interjected Lauren. "I am going to get you for this if it takes my final dying breath!", said Peter over his shoulder, as he steered Lauren down the hallway. Soupy and Sue laughed and closed the door on Peter, then ran back to the limo, laughing hysterically. They described Lauren's condition and Peter's reaction as the limo pulled away from the curb. "Now where?", asked Soupy. The four sisters-in-law looked at each other. Helen said, "The Hampton Inn. We've got a small suite and we've already dropped off our luggage." "What about the van?", asked Melanie. Soupy answered, "You can't drive any more than I can! Call me sometime tomorrow and I can drive you over." She pulled out another bottle of champagne. "Hell, we'll just catch a cab. No need to bother you again." The five women polished off the bottle of champagne by drinking it straight from the bottle. The four sisters-in-law were giggling hysterically by the time Tony pulled up in front of the Hampton Inn. He let them out and waited until they had all staggered inside before climbing back into the front seat of the limo. Surprisingly, he found himself alone. Glancing at the rear compartment monitor, he found his wife laying flat on the bench seat at the side of the limousine, a sultry look in her eyes, and several buttons undone on her blouse. He raised an eyebrow, then started up the car and pulled away. Fifteen minutes later, a smiling Tony parked the limo at a deserted end of the reservoir, pulling in to a parking spot not likely to be spotted by any wandering sheriff's patrols. He had been watching his wife on the monitor with one eye as she undid her blouse, popped open the front clasp on her bra, and then undid the zipper on her pants. By the time he had climbed into the back compartment with her, Soupy already had her pants and panties down to her thighs, and she had one hand delving into her pussy while the other massaged her large and heaving tits. Tony smiled at his wife as he sat on the edge of the jump seat. He removed his jacket, and tossed it and his cap and tie aside. Then, kneeling on the plush carpet, he unzipped his pants and pushed them and his shorts down his thighs. An average length but very thick cock sprang out, totally stiff and pointing towards Soupy. Without saying a word, he crawled up onto the bench seat and knelt between his wife's wantonly outstretched legs. Soupy used her fingers to guide his cock into her cunt, sighing happily as he thrust inside. It was pure animal rutting, lust driven, with Soupy moaning constantly as she orgasmed and Tony grunting as he pumped his cock in and out quickly. Within a few minutes they were both gasping as they clutched each other, coming together massively as Tony spewed his jism into Soupy's overheated pussy. Their mixed juices pistoned out onto the upholstery. Tony rolled off his fucked out wife and sank to the limo's floor, to begin dressing. He glanced between her legs, where their come was still seeping out of her pussy. Grinning at her, he commented, "It's a damn good thing I ordered this thing with the stain resistant cushions." Soupy snorted as she sat up and began pulling herself together. "Who ordered it with stain resistant cushions?!" They both knew perfectly well that she had been the one to specify the interior of their latest addition to the fleet, just as she had all the others. "Well, I knew just what kind of woman you really are..." Soupy sputtered in laughter at this. "... and I knew it was the sort of thing that you would be needing." "You are so full of shit!", she replied with a laugh. The happily married couple climbed out of the limo and into the front seat of the car. Soupy looked around at their surroundings, recognizing it as a spot they had used before, when their passengers' antics had gotten them worked up. As Tony started the car, he noticed that Soupy hadn't buttoned her blouse; Her very ample tits were being barely contained by the small and lacy bra she was wearing. He approved wholeheartedly. Soupy noticed as Tony's glance as well, and twisted slightly to give him a better view. She popped the catch on the front clasp bra, spilling her tits completely into view, and the greenish glow of the dashboard gave sufficient illumination so her husband could see them clearly. "Honey, when we get home, maybe we don't need to go right to sleep..." Tony gave her tits another glance. "Mmm, I don't know. It is kind of late and I am kind of tired. I'd probably need some incentive." In response, his wife undid her seat belt and slid closer to him. Reaching between his legs, she began rubbing the heavy mound in his lap. She began to feel it stirring to life again. "Would my high heels and a pair of crotchless panties provide some incentive?" "Probably!", he agreed happily. ------- Chapter 43: A Wedding "Hey, fellas, how's it going?", asked Frank Boscow as he stuck his head into the small room near the front of the church. "And good afternoon to you too, Frank.", replied Peter. "Can I take it that the bride isn't planning on leaving me at the altar?" Frank smiled and stepped inside, shutting the door quietly behind him. "No, she's here, and right on time, too. Shirley and Helen have her and Heather back in the nave, or whatever that room is back by the front door is." He glanced at the elderly man in the room with his future son-in-law. "Since you haven't introduced us yet, should I assume this is your father?" Peter grinned. "Sorry. Frank Boscow, Frank Tallman. Frank meet Frank." The two men shook hands. Frank Boscow reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out a small flask. "A little Dutch courage, guys?" He reached over to a small counter at the side of the room and grabbed a few paper cups. "Sure, why not.", agreed his counterpart. He shifted his cane to the other hand and held out his hand for the proffered drink. "Skoal." "Cheers.", said Peter. "Mazeltov!" "Scotch.", commented Peter's father, after downing the shot in the paper cup. Frank Boscow nodded. "I got to liking it when I was in Da Nang during the war." Peter looked at him curiously; Frank rarely discussed his Viet Nam service. "The only way to survive that place was drunk or stoned, and I was just too scared to do drugs! It was either bourbon or Scotch, and I didn't like bourbon." His counterpart smiled and reached inside his own coat pocket and pulled out a small silver-chased flask of his own. "What's your feeling about Canadian?" "Since when did you ever have a flask?", asked his son. He had never seen his father ever carry a flask. "Since earlier this week." He continued in explanation, even as he opened the cap and poured another shot out for the three of them. "Here, it's yours.", he said as he handed the flask over. "It's an old family tradition. Don't ask me for how long, but I know my grandfather gave my dad, your grandfather, a flask, and one to each of your uncles as well. I gave mine to your brother Frank, so I had to buy one for you and the twins. It will be your job to give one to little Jimmy someday, and for any boys you and Lauren have, as well." Frank stared at his father curiously. This was a side to the man he had never seen before. He held up his cup in a silent toast and was joined by the others. "So, everything going all right out there?", asked Peter, glancing towards the door. The father of the bride waved at the door dismissively. "It's going so right I should be scared!" "Uhhh..." "Like I said, Helen and Shirley...", he turned to the other Frank and explained. "Shirley's my wife and Helen's Gary's mother, Lauren's first mother-in-law..." The other man nodded in understanding. "... they've got everybody in that room by the front door, lining them up and rehearsing their lines." "What's to rehearse? Lauren says I do!" Frank Boscow looked piteously at his future son-in-law, while Peter's father rolled his eyes heavenward. He and Momma had been held up in traffic the other night, so they hadn't made it to the rehearsal, but he had been in more than one wedding over the years. He ignored his son's naiveté. "As I was saying, they've got everyone crammed into that little room, so I suppose they will be calling us out soon enough, otherwise they'll all die of heat stroke!" At that moment, a discrete knock sounded on the door and the priest, Monsignor Frederico Montalcalvi, 'Father Fred', stepped inside. "Ready, gentlemen?" He eyed the two flasks curiously, but it wasn't the first time he had seen them in his church. "Pretty much. Care for a snort, father?", asked Peter's dad as he reached for another paper cup. It was Frank Boscow's turn to be surprised, when his priest snorted and replied, "Sure, why not." He held out his hand for the paper cup. As always, the stately Monsignor Montalcalvi, the kindly 'Father Fred', was semi-disgusted by the attitude of some of his parishioners. It seemed as if half his congregation viewed priests as sexual deviant homosexual pedophiles. The other half clung to the Bing Crosby version, the saint on earth who spent every waking moment not tending to their flock praying and doing good works. In some ways these were the most unrealistic - they were always astonished when they found him around town, dressed in mufti and driving a late model Buick. The father waited for the other three cups to be poured, then said, "Mud in your eye!" He smiled at the goggle-eyed Frank Boscow. They all downed their shots and tossed the cups in the trash. "Give me a minute to get seated.", said Frank Boscow, who left the room and headed down to the pew. The only other person in the pew was Jack Ferguson, Helen's escort. He nodded pleasantly to the other man and sat down. A minute later, Father Fred pointed the others towards the door, and Peter and his father moved towards their assigned positions. The cleric stayed behind until the altar boy summoned him. ------- "The last time I did this I only had one mother to drive me nuts!", complained Lauren. Helen snorted in derision. Shirley said, "You're not too old for me to smack you, you know." "Are we ready yet?", insisted Lauren. Helen brushed a last speck of imaginary lint from Lauren's jacket. "Yes.", she said with a nod. "You know the order to go down the aisle." "I actually managed to do this once before, if you remember!" Helen stuck her tongue out at her daughter-in-law as Shirley said, "That was mean spirited!" Lauren sighed. "I know. I'm sorry." She leaned over and kissed Helen on the cheek. "Everything is just fine! First we send out Holly, then Roger, then Heather, and then Jimmy and I go. I just want to get things going!" An altar boy knocked on the door and Helen stuck her head out, to learn that Peter and his best man, his father, were in position. She closed the door and turned to the others with a tear in her eye. "It's time. We need to go." She kissed Lauren on the cheek, an action repeated by Shirley, and the two scurried out and scampered down the side aisle to join Frank and Jack. "Okay, guys, get in line.", ordered Lauren. She motioned the children into position, with help from her bridesmaid, and they stepped out of the little room. Moments later the organist kicked into Mendelson's Wedding March. First down the aisle was little Holly, the flower girl. Father Fred stared as the child stepped into the middle of the aisle and reached into her basket and flung out a large handful of petals. Stepping further down the aisle, she repeated the process. Rather than simply carry a basket of daisies down the aisle, she and Roger had decided to pull all the petals from the flowers and spread them around instead, an action occasioned by watching the movie 'Coming To America', in which flower girls preceded James Earl Jones' character everywhere while strewing rose petals in his path. The priest dreaded to think of what the Maintenance Committee would think about this! Next down the aisle was Roger Tallman, Peter's nephew, just turned five, carrying a pillow with a pair of rings tied to it. He looked most solemn as he headed towards the aisle, but once he saw everybody looking at him, he broke out into a grand smile and began waving at everybody. Several people began tittering at the sight of the little boy waving grandly at everyone. Third down the aisle was Heather, nervous but determined to keep a serene smile on her face. She was wearing the coral evening dress that she had worn at the prom, but today it was much more decorous. The bustier top was totally hooked up, the dress was open only below the knees, and over it she wore the waist length matching jacket. Last to move down the aisle was Lauren, with her arm tucked through her son Jimmy's. She whispered to him, "Nervous?" He nodded in agreement. "You?" She nodded back, but then said, "Just hold your head high and march down the aisle like you own the place!" "You can't own a church, Mom.", he replied, but then stepped into the entry to the church. Lauren stepped up beside him. "Let's go, just like in the rehearsal yesterday, but a little slower." Jimmy had almost dragged her down the aisle the previous evening. This time things went considerably smoother. Once she reached the end of the aisle, after Jimmy placed his mother next to Peter, Lauren knelt in the aisle. She hugged her two children to her fiercely, then smiled and said, "Thank you. I love you two so much!", and gently pushed them towards the pew with her parents and Helen. The flower girl and escort were settled in the pew between their grandmothers. Lauren stood and resumed her place next to Peter, with Heather to her left and Frank Tallman to Peter's right. Father Fred opened his book of service and opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted. Roger Tallman, the five year old ring bearer, said in a clear soprano, "Excuse me!" The wedding party looked down at the little boy, who had left his position next to his grandfather and come around him to try and slip in between Frank and Peter, tugging at Peter's jacket. They stared at him, until Peter said, "Yes?" "Excuse me, but I can't see." Trying to hide his smile, Frank slipped sideways and adjusted his cane. Peter also slipped a few inches to the side, opening up a slot between them. "Better?" "Thank you.", answered Roger politely. He smiled and moved into line again, this time between Peter and Frank. It was all the wedding party could do to keep from breaking down in laughter. Father Fred had his face buried in his service book; Heather had hers buried in the bouquet. Lauren was leaning against Peter, her head buried in his shoulder, her face back towards the congregation, with laughter in her eyes though the giggles were stopped by her hand. Peter simply smiled at his father, who had a hand protectively on his grandson's shoulder even as he rolled his eyes heavenward. The only sound to be heard came from Jennifer Tallman, the little boy's mother, a low groan. "I swear to Christ I'm going to kill him!" "If I might continue...", asked the monsignor, glancing down at the smiling ring bearer, oblivious to the scene he had created. ------- For about the twentieth time during the reception, Lauren reached out an arm and snagged little Roger as he raced through the room. "You are just my favorite!", she squealed to the youngster, squeezing him in a monstrous hug. "You can work at all my weddings!" Peter snorted and rescued his nephew, to point him back towards his dubious mother, who was balling a fist at her son and waving it dramatically. Roger simply laughed and scampered away. "All your weddings?", he asked. "Every last one!", replied Lauren. She reached out and caressed her new husband's cheek, and he leaned towards her to kiss him. Several of the nearest people immediately applauded and rang their forks and knives against their glasses, forcing the two to kiss again. Afterwards, Lauren whispered to Peter, "Gary hated that part. He always said it made him feel like a trained seal." Peter mimed balancing a ball on his nose and barked like a seal, causing his wife to laugh. "Have I told you lately just how beautiful you are?" "Well, not in the last five minutes, but for another kiss, I'll forgive you." "Deal!" Peter pulled her against him and gave her another passionate kiss, which was followed by another round of glass tapping. It was at least a minute before they surfaced for air. Part of Peter's and Lauren's plans for a somewhat low key wedding was the timing of their nuptials. Most couples selected Saturdays; they had chosen a Friday afternoon. The wedding started at four and the reception was at six. While they had originally planned for a non-reception reception, a simple dinner for family and friends, it had grown to the point where it filled the second floor banquet room at the restaurant they had chosen. Still, they had managed to keep it from too crazy a production. In addition to keeping the bridal party small, Soupy and Tony had donated the limo ride as a wedding present, another friend had been the photographer, and Young Frank and his fiancé had brought in a boom box and were acting as dee jays. Frank Boscow had surprised his daughters, and his wife, by springing for the open bar, despite his complaints that now he had another wedding to plan and pay for. The most intriguing guest turned out to be Lauren's sister Brenda's date. She had flown in from San Francisco two days before with a very handsome and darkly complected Latino on her arm and a very large diamond engagement ring on her left hand. After the initial hugging and congratulations, Cristy, the youngest sister and beginning to be very pregnant with her second child, said, "You told us that all the men in San Francisco were either married or gay!" "Cristy!", cried her shocked mother, though Lauren and Brenda had laughed, and Rafael Manolo Hernandez, the groom to be, had joined in. Brenda answered, "I did, I did! Rafe just moved there, so I figured I had to grab him before he started dating guys!" Still, the celebration ended up with over fifty people. Peter's family, with everyone showing up, was well over two dozen, and Lauren's was another dozen. Both Peter and Lauren brought some friends, and Peter had to invite all the other owners of his company, and everybody brought a wife, date, or significant other. There was a definite tinge of sexual excitement in the air, even if the children weren't picking up on it. For one thing, most of the ladies, and they were generally pretty good looking ladies, were wearing some very sexy outfits. Since the reception was at an early hour, afterwards several had made arrangements to go out for the evening, bar hopping or clubbing. Even the children weren't going to put a damper in anyone's spirits; quite a few babysitters would be making some good money that evening. Several of the ladies were wearing sexy party dresses. Both Lauren and Heather had shed their jackets and surreptitiously undone about half the hooks and eyes on their dresses. Now they wore their skirts open above the knee and the bustiers showed some very interesting cleavage. Shirley had worn a pretty pink halter dress with a matching jacket; she had removed the jacket and her husband was very appreciative of his wife's jiggles. Young Frank's fiancé was wearing a little black dress, with the emphasis on the little, as were a couple of the other younger women. Helen had worn a pink and red skirt suit with a red bustier under the jacket. Even Soupy had worn her trademark sexy chauffeur's outfit, with the skirt short enough to show a hint of the lace tops of her black stockings. The most fun was of course had by the children. Young Frank and his fiancé, Teresa, were playing a strange blend of rap and hip-hop on the boom box and ignoring the requests of the older generation. Jack Tomball Jr. and Roger were leading several of the other toddlers in dancing, an action that reminded some of all the grace of punk rock slam dancing. Jimmy stole the show when, in the hearing of most of his new uncles, he strode up to the bar and asked for a Shirley Temple, "And make it a double, please!" The bartender never batted an eye and promptly asked if he wanted it on the rocks. "Absolutely!", said Jimmy, even though he had no idea what that meant. The story went through the room like wildfire, along with the laughter. As the reception moved towards the end, Heather found herself sitting on her boyfriend's lap. Young Frank had slipped Robby a couple of bottles of beer, and Heather was sipping from a champagne glass. Surprisingly, nobody from the restaurant had made a stink about it, and only Peter had said anything to Robby, warning him of severely dire consequences if he got loaded. Robby had agreed, promising no more than two beers. Heather had smiled, but made no promises as to the champagne. "You should try it. It's good!", she told her boyfriend. She was in a very upbeat mood. Just the previous day she had received her SAT scores in the mail. Her combined score of 1460 had impressed Peter considerably. He had assured Heather and Lauren that the grade was good enough to get into a 'really nice' school and some 'really nice' scholarships, and he had promised them that when they got back from the honeymoon he would help Heather find a good school for math. A second reason Heather was in a good mood was that she had just received her learner's permit in the mail that day. Lauren had relented on the 'no driving until 17' rule to the extent that she could get her permit now, so that she could learn and take her test when she was 17. She still hadn't relented on not teaching her. Robby had been no more help. "Let me get this straight. You want me to borrow my Dad's Buick to teach you how to drive? Are you nuts?", he had replied. Only Shirley had agreed to teach the girl. "What is the problem? I taught the three of you how to drive, didn't I?", she asked Lauren, referring to the bride and her sisters. "Didn't Mister Boscow teach them?", asked the teen. Shirley snorted in disgust. "Frank? Get real! He got so scared with them in the car he panicked! He only lasted two lessons with Lauren, then dumped it on me! Men!" Robby smiled at the busty brunette on his lap. Robby looked a little tired; he was still wearing his jacket, though his tie was pulled loose. He waggled his beer bottle at her and she clinked her champagne glass against it. Heather looked extremely sophisticated, on the other hand, with her skirt open above the knee and one deliciously stocking clad leg crossed over the other, and one arm around Robby's neck while the other delicately balanced her champagne. "Tastes funny. I think I like beer." "I think I like champagne.", she giggled. He smiled at her. "That's us, a beer guy and a champagne lady." "Just as long as I'm your lady.", she said softly. She glanced up at the chandelier above the center of the room. While Lauren's bouquet had been caught by one of the secretaries from her office, when Peter had tossed her garter, he had misjudged the angle; it now was stuck in the chandelier! "Too bad you didn't catch the garter. You'd have been able to slide it up the leg of the girl who caught the bouquet." Robby grinned and wrapped both hands around Heather's waist. "If you had caught it, I might have tried harder." Heather laughed. "The girl who catches the bouquet is supposed to be the next one to get married." Suddenly Robby looked serious. "So be it." Confused by his sudden change, Heather leaned back and asked, "Robby?" "Uh, well..." "Robby, what's up? You look so weird." The teen shrugged. "It's just... well, listen... I've been thinking about that. I mean, I can't say anything now, and we're still in school and all, but I kind of like that idea, you know." Heather's brow wrinkled as she tried to puzzle out the young man's meaning. "Are you asking what I think you're asking?" Robby shrugged again. "I guess so. What I mean is, well, someday, I want it to be us out there, dancing at our wedding. I mean, I know it won't be for years, but someday..." "Oh my God!" He held his arms around her waist tightly. "I'm not crazy. I figure that I won't, I can't propose for real until after we graduate, and we won't be able to get married until you get out of school, so that's like forever, but is it all that crazy?" Tears filled Heather's eyes. "Oh my God! I love you, I love you, I love you!" She wrapped her arms around her love's neck and began kissing him fiercely. "I love you, I love you, I love you!" The twosome necked quietly for another few moments, then Heather pulled away and whispered in his ear, "You know we have the house all to ourselves tonight?" "Really?" She grinned and nodded. "Yep. Lauren and Peter are already packed and staying at a hotel in town, and the kids are staying at Shirley and Frank's. I'm simply dog-sitting for a week." "Hmmm...", commented Robby with a sly smile. "Uhh, remember that jewelry you wore the last time you wore this dress..." Heather returned the sly smile. "The jewelry I'm wearing right now?" Robby's eyes dropped to Heather's voluptuous cleavage for a split second. "You... during the wedding? Jesus!" "Well, no, but after we got here I put it on. That really turns you on, doesn't it!?" The boy sheepishly nodded. "Yeah, it does!" "Well, this time next year, after graduation, when I'm 18, I've been thinking of getting my belly button pierced, and maybe my nipples, too. Do you like that idea?" Only the fact that Heather was seated on his lap kept his cock from ripping through his pants. "Jesus! Yeah!" "What do you think of the idea of heading back to the house to practice for our honeymoon?" Robby grinned wickedly. "Well, I know it's a long ways away, but I'd hate to get anything wrong!" ------- Chapter 44: Like Old Times "That was so much fun!", exclaimed Helen as she unlocked the door to her house. It was just after eight when everyone had left the restaurant; it was still fairly light out as she led Jack inside the house. "Yes, it was very nice.", agreed Jack. "And Lauren was so beautiful! I hadn't been sure about the dresses that she and Heather had chosen, but they really worked out nicely, didn't they?" "Yes they did.", he replied. Helen glanced at him. "Are you being smart with me?", she asked with a laugh. "You are being entirely too agreeable!" They continued on into the kitchen. The doctor laughed and pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her in a gentle hug. "No, I'm just agreeing with you. They looked very nice, both at the church and later, after they both got practically undressed." "Jack!", she cried with a laugh. "You weren't supposed to notice that!" "What? Are you denying it?" He hugged her tighter and began running his hands over her back and down to her rear. "They weren't the only women there who looked sexy." Helen smiled as her lover began touching her. She could feel his stiff cock through the front of his suit pants rubbing against her skirt. "Oh really?" "Really." Jack brought his hands around to the front of her suit and unbuttoned her jacket, to reveal the scarlet red bustier she wore underneath. He pulled the jacket down off her shoulders and tossed it on the kitchen table. Helen murmured pleasantly and tried to pull away, to take him by the hand and lead him up to their bedroom, but Jack stayed put. She looked at him curiously. Jack responded by reaching behind her and undoing the catch and zipper holding her skirt up. It slid to the kitchen floor, leaving Helen in her sheer stockings, red lace panties, and bustier, along with her red stiletto heels. "Doctor Ferguson, whatever could you be thinking?", she asked demurely. The buxom woman could already feel her pussy juicing up. Doctor Ferguson smiled and pulled a straight-backed kitchen chair out and turned it slightly. He stepped back and unzipped his pants, then pushed them and his shorts down his legs. His stiff cock pointed at Helen. Sitting down on the chair, he reached out and pulled her to him, then tugged her panties down. Helen stepped out of them and her skirt. Jack finally pulled her forward so that she was straddling his legs and she sat down, impaling her on his cock facing him and sitting on his lap. No foreplay was needed; she was already hot and horny. "I have been thinking about what we should do this weekend.", he finally answered. Jack reached around her back and undid the stays holding the bustier together, then pulled it off, with Helen eagerly cooperating. Now, wearing nothing but her stockings and heels, she moaned as she began humping her ass up and down, forcing his cock in and out of her tight cunt. "Hmmm?" "Remember when you would come over to my place for the weekend with nothing but your handbag and a toilet kit?" Helen nodded even as she whimpered as her first come washed over her. She had usually packed at least a small bag, with her makeup and maybe a nighty, but she knew what Jack was referring to. "Well, it's been a while since we've done that, so that's what we're doing this weekend." Jack began guiding her motions with his hands on her hips. "Oh?", she asked weakly, her pussy walls rippling around his cock. "Oh! For the rest of the weekend you are going to be my sex toy, just like those weekends." He reached around to gently caress her ass and run a finger down between her asscheeks to softly probe her asshole. "Remember?" Helen whimpered as another wave of orgasm swept through her. She was cupping her ample tits and fondling her nipples. It was all she could do to whisper, "Yes, yes, yes..." Most of those weekends had started like this, with Jack stripping her once she got to his place and screwing her ragged. The rest of the time she mostly wore one of his dress shirts, mostly unbuttoned, and mostly getting fucked in every conceivable position and room. "Yes, yes, yes..." Jack lowered his face to the nipples that Helen was presenting to him, licking first one and then the other. "That's the kind of weekend we are going to have, isn't it?" He slipped a finger into Helen's ass and wiggled it gently. With a quiet shriek, Helen exploded with her biggest come of their kitchen fuck. Bucking madly against his body, her pussy clamping down on the cock straining inside it, she drove Jack past the breaking point. Moments later she could feel his cock expanding and beginning to twitch uncontrollably as his jism began pumping into her hot and greasy pussy. She lowered her face to his, kissing him frantically as they came in each other's arms, their tongues dueling as they rode through the peak and slowly came down the other side. After a minute of catching her breath, Helen carefully stood and backed off her lover's lap. Come drained from her pussy slowly, running in a thin trickle down one thigh. She reached over to pick up her jacket. Jack smiled and waved a finger at her negatively. "No, no, no! You know the rules." Helen laughed as she picked up her clothing. "Behave! Just give me a few minutes to clean up and I'll be back down." She picked up the rest of her dress and lingerie and skipped upstairs. Jack smiled and pulled his pants back on, then pulled a beer from the refrigerator and went into the living room. It was a good weekend for sex; he wasn't even scheduled to be on emergency call. He smiled happily as he sat down heavily on the couch and grabbed the television remote. Upstairs, in the bedroom they shared, Helen tossed her suit into the hamper for dry cleaning and her panties and bustier into a different hamper for the wash. She peeled off her heels and stockings, dropping the stockings into the wash hamper as well. It had been a long day and she needed a shower. Ten minutes later, feeling refreshed and ready for some more fun, she stepped from the shower and dried off. It was time to get ready for a 'sex toy' weekend. First off, Helen brushed out her hair and redid her makeup. Some extra mascara and eyeliner, then a bright red lip gloss totally changed her from 'mother-of-the-bride' pretty to horny slut beautiful. Next, she pulled another pair of sheer stockings from her dresser and slipped into them, along with a pair of black 'fuck me' high heels. She pulled a very short, sheer, and transparent satin robe from the closet and pulled that on, tying the belt loosely around her waist. It barely came down below her ass and hid absolutely nothing! In the bedroom, she straightened things briefly, then opened the nightstand on her side of the bed. She took out several vibrators, placing one or two on each nightstand on either side of the bed, along with a tube of KY ointment. She also pulled out a DVD, still unopened, from the drawer. She giggled to herself as she removed the plastic shrink wrap. 'Busty Backdoor Bitches' looked like just the thing to rev up the good doctor for a long night. She set the DVD next to the television on top of the dresser. Helen went back down the stairs and smiled to see Jack watching CNN and reading 'Time'. Her lover was a definite news junkie. Well, she certainly knew how to take his mind off of news! Being a sex toy cut both ways! He was expected to come across whenever needed, too. Jack looked up when he heard Helen come down the stairs, then grinned. Helen was really getting into it, it seemed, sauntering towards him hotly. He could see her nipples perked up through the thin robe, and even though she had just showered, she had the aroused scent of a woman in need of a man. Helen smiled as well; she could see Jack adjusting his erection though his pants. Silently she sashayed up to him, her hips swinging and her tits jiggling under her see-through robe. Not saying a word, she glided up to him and tugged the magazine from his hands, then tossed it dramatically across the room. Straddling his legs, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hotly and passionately on the lips, her tongue probing into his mouth and toying with his tongue. Then she pulled back, to gaze at him with a smoldering look as she began to unbutton his shirt. It was her turn to use Jack, though the rules of the 'sex toy' weekend were meant to insure his pleasure. Next she slid down between his legs to the floor and undid his belt and the catch on his trousers. Leaning in and turning her head slightly, she lowered her face to his crotch and managed to grasp the zipper with her teeth. This actually proved somewhat tricky, so she reached out to tug it down with her fingers as she kissed the stiff cock she could feel through his trousers. Once undone, she pulled his trousers and shorts off completely, to leave him sitting on the couch naked, his cock stiff and erect, a tiny droplet of pre-come forming at the tip. Helen gazed at it hungrily - dinnertime! First, she began by licking his cock shaft, up one side and down the other, slowly and wetly. She tongued his balls gently, along with his upper thighs. She could taste and smell their earlier fuck, the mixed juices dried in his pubic hair. Jack's cock was pulsing by the time she opened her mouth and raised up to take him inside. Though perfectly capable of deep-throating him, she held back, to Hoover on his cockhead, even as her tongue washed around it completely. Her fingers jacked his cockshaft firmly and caressed his balls gently. Jack was in seventh heaven. Gazing down through half-slitted eyes, he marveled as Helen's cheeks puckered in with the suction she was providing his dick. She was a wondrous cock-sucking slut in bed, much better than almost any other woman he had ever been with, and she seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. He ran his fingers through her frosted blonde hair absent-mindedly. Within moments he could sense that he was approaching the moment of no return. Groaning happily, his hips began moving, bucking up off the couch and fucking his cock into her face involuntarily. Helen simply moved enough to keep his dickhead firmly between her lips and increased her suction even more. "Jesus, oh God... so close, so close... uh, uh, uh..." Jack lost control and slumped into the couch, his cock pulsing as the jets of come raced up his shaft into Helen's mouth. She pumped his shaft dry, taking every last drop, before leaning back and looking up at him, resting on her heels, a smile on her face. "Wow!", he said breathlessly. "Anything else I can do for you?", she asked laughingly. "Well, as long as you're asking, how about another beer?" Jack held up his beer bottle and waggled it at her. "Shit!", she said with a laugh. Helen climbed to her feet and took the empty bottle and went out to the kitchen. When she returned with two bottles, Jack had already managed to pull his pants back on, though his shorts were still on the floor; he was going 'commando.' She handed him a bottle and said, "No fair! You get to look at me, but I don't get to look at you!" It was Jack's turn to laugh. "Naked women look good. Naked men look silly." He scooted over on the couch, making room for Helen. Helen sipped from her beer bottle and adjusted her robe to close it around herself again, then sat down on the couch. She twisted around and lay back, her head in Jack's lap, and stretched out. They each quickly drank about half their beers. "We won't be able to do this next weekend, you know.", she commented. "Hmmm?" "Next weekend, the kids are coming over." Jack looked at her blankly. "I thought I told you.", she said. Jack shook his head. "Not that I recall. Who's coming over? Your grandchildren?" Helen nodded. "Uh huh, Jimmy and Holly. It's Shirley and Frank's wedding anniversary, and they are planning a long weekend away." Jack gave her a wry smile. "A long weekend without an awful lot of clothing?" Helen grinned. "Very much so! I think the idea is that they are going to be having a weekend sort of like the one we are having this weekend!" She drained her bottle of beer and turned her head, to nip at Jacks pants. "They are going up to the wine country Thursday night and won't be coming back until Sunday afternoon. Shirley wasn't planning on packing very much, either.", she laughed. "So we get the kids Thursday? What about Heather?" Shirley shrugged. "Heather's very good, but she's still only sixteen. They should be with an adult. Worried about behaving around them?" "I'm guessing it's going to be a PG-13 weekend?" She laughed again. "No! G-rated!" She laughed at her lover's grimace. "Don't worry! Just behave during the day, and after they go to bed, we can do whatever we want. My bedroom is soundproofed!" She laughed again, then turned back to nip at his pants once more. It was Jack who made the next move. Even though he was totally fucked out for the time being, he liked the look of his landlord laying there exposed to the world. Slipping his spare hand into her robe, he first caressed and then began fondling a plump tit. Helen murmured contentedly as he tugged her robe open and began alternating between nipples, flicking his fingers across them and tweaking them gently. Amid considerable distraction she finished off her beer, then closed her eyes and let it slip from her fingers to the carpet. She began squirming around on the couch as Jack tormented her breasts, spreading her legs so that he could see her naked pussy, puffy and wet with desire. Jack finished off his beer and set the empty bottle silently on the end table. It was time to take it to the next level. With one hand he began to play with her tits, with the other he began to probe her cunt. Helen's pussy was practically swimming in juice. He began to softly maul her cunt, stuffing several fingers inside, then pulling them out to rub her clit. She gasped, moaning as he drove her through a small orgasm, her hips churning as she thrust her pussy up against his hand. "No more, no more...", she whimpered as he took her through a longer and harder come, but Jack wouldn't stop. He kept his hands working until Helen began shaking. Her hands shot down to her crotch, holding his fingers in place. "It's a big one!", she gasped out, bucking up and down on the couch. Jack kept up the pressure until she had passed through it, then relented, to allow his gasping lover time to come down from the peak. "I think that was a 'Wow!' moment for you, too.", he commented. "No thinking needed. It was!", she agreed. She looked up at him lovingly and adjusted the flimsy robe slightly. "You know what I was thinking earlier?" "Hmm?", he asked curiously. "Well, when I was coming downstairs earlier, getting ready to screw you again, I was thinking that just about every woman over the age of puberty at the reception tonight was going to be doing the exact same thing tonight." She arched her eyebrows lewdly. Jack laughed. "Oh, give me a break!" "I'm serious!", she replied, grinning. "Think about it!" "What, go down the list?" "Well?" "Okay, the bride and groom, obviously!" "Obviously.", she agreed. "And us." Helen nodded and motioned for him to continue. "Uhh..." "Well, you saw Heather and Robby kissing and necking, right. Where do you think they are right now, holding hands down at the soda shop and sharing a malted?" "Probably not.", he said with a chuckle. "Heather is simply dog-sitting this week, so they're back at Lauren's house by now. Then there's the fun and games going on over at Shirley and Frank's." A raised eyebrow from Jack led her to elaborate. "Well, you saw how Shirley was dressed..." Jack nodded. Once Lauren's mother had gotten to the reception, she had taken off the jacket to her dress. The halter topped dress was only knee length, with a discrete slit up one very shapely thigh and cut very low in the back, showing an awful lot of very tan skin; it was obvious that she had been tanning topless or naked in the tanning salon. Helen continued, "... and she was looking pretty romantically at her husband, and she's as horny as I am, and Cristy is in the spare bedroom with her husband and they were acting pretty randy at dinner." It took a second for Jack to remember Lauren's youngest sister. "Wait a minute - the kids..." "All downstairs in sleeping bags.", she explained. "But she's..." He mimed an exaggerated state of pregnancy. "So? Only the positions change, not the interest. Hey, I saw them at dinner, and she was wearing a short skirt and he had a hand on her thigh and she would reach over and grab his cock when she thought nobody was looking." "Wow!" Helen nodded. "Brenda's other sister, the one who just got engaged, is staying at the Best Western with her new fiancé, and you know they're not in separate rooms." Jack nodded. "What do your in-laws think of Brenda marrying a Latino?", he asked. Helen snorted. "Some Latino. He's third generation American from Iowa!" Jack laughed, and she continued, "I'm telling you! Everybody who was there is getting some tonight!" Jack nodded in amazed agreement. "It's sort of like some sort of barbaric fertility ritual!" His lover laughed at that. "God, I hope not!" Helen sat upright, swinging her legs down to the floor. "Come on, let's go upstairs." "I don't know. I mean, you've worn me out. I'm going to need some serious motivation." He stood up and grabbed his remaining clothes. "Well, I've got my toys out, and a tube of KY, and a brand new assfucking video. Does that sound serious enough?" She took him by the hand and led him upstairs. ------- Chapter 45: A Night At The Hilton "Well, Mr. Tallman, our honeymoon suite is right here.", said Lauren, pointing out the windshield of Peter's Jeep towards the Sheraton across the street. Peter glanced in the direction his new wife was pointing. He grunted noncommittally and kept in his lane, passing the hotel. "Peter, you just passed the entrance!", remarked Lauren. Peter glanced over at his wife again. Shortly after they had gotten into the Jeep, Lauren had undone several more hooks-and-eyes, opening the slit in her dress well up her thighs, exposing the lacy tops of her stockings. She had pointedly spread the fabric slightly and crossed her legs as well. Peter knew exactly what his wife was looking for. "We're not going to the Sheraton.", said Peter. He pointed further down the road. "We're going to the Hilton." "The Hilton!" Lauren looked at her husband incredulously. The Sheraton was only a few blocks from the restaurant, the Hilton was ten minutes across town. "You said we had a room at the Sheraton." "Um, hmm." You told everybody who asked we were staying at the Sheraton." "Um, hmm." "You showed me the key to our room at the Sheraton!", she said accusingly. "Um, hmm." Peter reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a key. "I just didn't show you this key." Lauren grabbed the key from his hand; it was an electronic card key with the Hilton's logo stamped prominently on it. "You got two rooms?" Peter nodded with a large grin. "Why?" "Because everyone knew where we were staying." Lauren looked confused, and he continued, "Like - my entire family!" "What..." "Listen, I wouldn't trust my sisters or sisters-in-law any farther than I can throw them. I have no idea what has happened to the bridal suite at the Sheraton, but I have no intention of finding out." Lauren laughed and looked at him curiously. "Like what!?" "Well, for instance, there have been some people who have found themselves short-sheeted or with Rice Krispies in their beds, or an opened can of shaving cream in their luggage..." Lauren's head whirled around to look at their luggage. "It's safe.", commented Peter. "Who..." "I told you, all of your new sisters-in-law. Come on, you and Susan are as thick as thieves. Do you think she wouldn't?!" Lauren suddenly realized that her friend Susan most certainly would, probably with enthusiastic help from the others, along with Heather and Soupy. "Wouldn't your mother keep them in line?" Peter gave a snorting laugh. "Who do you think taught them how to short-sheet a bed!?" He slowed at the driveway to the Hilton, then pulled up to the entrance. A valet came out and Peter handed him his keys and a five dollar bill. "And the luggage?", she asked, concernedly. She grabbed her small travel bag as Peter grabbed a hanging bag. "If I could have wrapped it with steel banding, I would have. As it was, I made you completely pack ahead of time and loaded it into the Jeep the night before the wedding. Even you don't have keys to the Jeep, and when Robby was driving it over, I kept him in sight the entire time. I took the keys back as soon as we got here." Lauren thought about this briefly. Peter had given the teen his keys just before getting into the limo with her, and Robby was second in the procession over. "I think you are paranoid." Her new husband shrugged happily. "Maybe so, but do you want your friends and relatives going through your packed luggage?" Lauren's eyes widened at the thought. She and Peter were taking a 'no-undies' honeymoon, and except for her nighties, Lauren had modeled everything for Peter the previous weekend. For the formal nights, Peter had packed his tuxedo and Lauren was taking her wedding gown and the black strapless gown she had gotten from Helen. Otherwise, all she had packed were a variety of dresses, skirts, and tops, some stockings, and several pairs of high heeled shoes and sandals. She had even agreed to take her tiniest bikini, though she had also packed a very small one-piece number as well. She had left behind any 'toys', figuring that a vibrator or dildo would undoubtedly show up on X-ray as some kind of weapon. A discrete little plastic tube of KY was tucked in her toilet kit, along with a small enema kit. Lauren had managed to keep the luggage down to a very large suitcase and a large hanging bag. Peter had long experience with business travel and could live out of a single hanging bag; for this trip he added another suitcase. Lauren was carrying a small travel bag as well. Peter shook his head as a bellman approached, and led his bride to the elevators. Once on the elevator, Lauren dropped her bag and wrapped herself around him, smothering him with a hot and passionate kiss. Much too soon the elevator stopped and the door opened. Another couple climbed in, forcing Lauren to behave more circumspectly. At their floor, she picked up her bag and followed Peter down the hallway. Once inside the Bridal Suite, Lauren tossed her bag aside and smiled coyly at Peter. He dropped his bag as well, and came up to her. This time he started the kiss, one that lasted several minutes with their tongues dueling and their hands rubbing across each others bodies. When he pulled away, Peter began pulling Lauren's jacket off her shoulders, to throw it atop the luggage. "Give me a few minutes to change.", asked Lauren. "Uh, uh.", he replied. His fingers were already working nimbly on her bustier top, undoing the remaining hooks-and-eyes. He tossed it aside, and stared hungrily at her aroused bosom. Her nipples were already perked up and heaving with her need. His hands moved down to her waist and Peter quickly undid the remainder of the closures on her dress. It fell to the floor and his new bride was standing before him in nothing but her stockings and heels. Lauren had eagerly agreed with Peter's decision. She had planned to change into her bridal nighty, a very short and low cut white silk chemise. It had been designed to be easy to remove and she knew it wouldn't have lasted much longer than her dress had. She helped Peter remove his jacket and shirt, and he led her to the bed. He quickly stripped down to nothing but his trousers and lay down next to her, then pulled her into his arms. "You forgot something.", she commented. "Leaving something for you to do.", he answered. "Ummmm..." Lauren quickly stripped her husband of his trousers and shorts, to gaze hungrily at the stiff cock which aimed at her. Already a bead of pre-come was on the tip, and it almost twitched with Peter's desire for her. "I just can't wait, Peter. I want you now!" She rolled onto her back, spreading her stocking-clad legs, and pulled on him to follow. Peter smiled and moved into place, crawling between her legs and positioning himself, his cockhead at her spasming pussy lips. Supporting himself on his elbows, he moved his face to hers, kissing her hard as he thrust into her, filling her completely. Lauren's back arched as she came madly, wrapping her arms and legs around him, to try and pull him even further inside. Despite the slowness of his motions, Lauren was in the midst of a continuous orgasm, writhing beneath him. It was all Peter could do to avoid coming too quickly. That first thrust had been the most incredible of his life. All of the other fucks with all of the other women had never been like this. It was all he could do to keep his hips pumping in and out as his new wife moaned beneath him. At her second peak, as Lauren clawed at his back and her heels poked at his ass, it became too much. His back arched as he drove in moaning as he pumped his load of jism deep inside her grasping cunt. It was all Lauren could do to hold onto her husband as he came, his twitching cock overloading her spasming cunt to drive her to a new peak. Peter collapsed slowly onto Lauren, then rolled to one side, breathing heavily. Lauren rolled towards him, equally slowly, moving one stocking clad leg over both of his, and resting her head on his heaving chest. "Oh, Peter, it's never been like this..." "Yeah!", he agreed, breathless. He wrapped an arm around his new wife and hugged her to him. A moment later he glanced down at her, then over at the floor where he had tossed their clothes, and chuckled. "I guess I got a little bit carried away, huh." Lauren giggled as she surveyed the carnage. "Just a little." "Do you want to go change now?" Lauren laughed. "It's a little late now! You've already set the tradition!" "Tradition? I don't understand.", he said, a confused look on his face. "It's sort of a tradition for the women in my family. Whatever we wear when we first make love to our husband, for the first time as a husband, that's what we wear on every anniversary. This is my outfit." "Stockings and heels?", he asked, eyeing her. Lauren nodded. "This is some sort of rule?", he asked incredulously. Lauren laughed brightly. "No! It's just, well, see..." "Yes?" "Well, it all started this one day just before my first wedding. Mom and I had been into Daddy's beer in the refrigerator downstairs, it was just us two at home, I mean." Peter nodded and Lauren continued. "So, I asked her why I couldn't wear her old wedding dress, what had become of it?" "Okay." "Anyway, she told me it had been destroyed, but when she wouldn't say how, I kept pushing. We were both pretty lit up at the time, and she admitted that when she and Daddy got to their motel room, they were both still wearing their wedding outfits, tux and wedding dress, and they didn't even bother getting undressed. Daddy did Mom while she was still wearing her wedding dress." "Really!" Peter nodded, impressed. "Uh, huh! The next year, on their first anniversary, she decided to take it out of the closet and try it on, and tease him, and they did it again that way. So she kept doing it. Every year she would take it out of mothballs, have it cleaned, and wear it as sort of a nightgown, with some stockings and heels and not much else." "Kinky!" Lauren nodded wryly. "Very!" "So, what happened?" "Well, Cristy came along. Mom would do this no matter what, and when Cristy was almost due, she tried to go and do it again. How she was able to put it on when she was nine months pregnant, I will never know, but she did, and that night her water broke! Ruined the dress. Daddy practically ripped it off her to get her into something she could wear to the hospital, and they had to throw it away." Peter tried to envision the ridiculous night and failed. "Yikes!" "Yeah." "So she broke the tradition?" Lauren shrugged. "She modified it. Every anniversary, she would go out and buy something very white, a bridal type outfit, lingerie, or a white blouse and skirt, and that would do." "And did you keep up this tradition with Gary?", he asked. Lauren giggled some more. "Uh, huh! Want to know what I wore then?" At Peter's grinning nod, she continued. "Nothing! We stripped naked and fucked our brains out!" Lauren reached down and grabbed Peter's sticky and stiffening cock. She began pumping it alive again. "And you kept up the tradition?", he teased. He reached up to cup and caress a large breast. "Absolutely! We'd go upstairs and rip our clothes off and go at it!" Peter groaned as Lauren pumped his cock. "And on our next anniversary?" "Just like tonight!", she whispered hotly. "We'll go out to dinner and I won't wear anything under my dress but stockings and heels and then later I'll take my dress off..." She rolled on top of him, drawing her legs up and lifting to impale her cunt on his stiff prick. "And then you will have to make me come lots of times and screw me until you are too exhausted to do anything but sleep!" Peter smiled as he put his hands on Lauren's hips, to guide her motions. "So, that's the plan for tonight then, you have multiple orgasms and I screw you until I collapse?" He reached up to tweak her engorged nipples and Lauren gasped as another come shot through her. "I'm so glad you agree darling!" Lauren came again as she ground her cunt against Peter's cock. Even though he had come just minutes before, she felt his cock swell inside her and begin shooting another heavy load into her. Her pussy was now so filled with jism it began pistoning out, running down between his legs and over his drained balls. The wet spot would be immense! Peter laughed as Lauren fell atop him, her massive and sweaty tits pressing into his chest. "That wasn't an agreement, that was a question!", he protested. She raised her head enough to look him in the eye, a grin forming on her beautiful face. "I disagree totally!" Leaning forward, she nipped at his nipples with her teeth. "I think that's a wonderful plan for the night!" "And what happens tomorrow, when I'm nothing but a dried out shell of a man!?" She hugged him closer, mashing her tits against him. "Peter, that's the plan for the rest of our lives!" Peter laughed as he wrapped his arms around his new bride. "I'll do my best, babe, I'll do my best!" "I am so happy to be married to you, Peter Tallman. I love you so much!", she gushed. "I love you, too, Lauren Tallman. I love you, too!" Lauren rolled off Peter's chest and sat up. Their crotches were sodden with the mixture of their come and sweat. The sorry state of Peter's limp dick made her doubt that it would be useful again without a respite. Standing, she held out a hand. "Come on, let's take a shower and get cleaned up. We can pack our stuff for tomorrow and whatever." Peter smiled and rolled to his feet. He took her hand and led her to the bathroom. "I like the idea of whatever. By the time we get on the plane tomorrow, you will have had so much whatever, you won't be able to walk!" "Yeah, yeah.", she replied with a sneer. "You guys are all talk!" "Whatever!" Lauren pulled her husband into the bathroom and laughed. It was a tremendous start to their wedding night, their honeymoon, and the rest of their lives. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2005-01-10 Last Modified: 2005-05-28 / 11:08:03 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------