Storiesonline.net ------- Tina by rlfj Copyright© 2001 by rlfj ------- Description: A widower finds new love in the arms of his teenaged secretary. Codes: MF mf Ff rom 1st teen cons group exhib voy oral anal mastrb ------- ------- Author's Note: Shortly after the second of my 'Vacation' stories appeared, I received an email from and began an online correspondence with a lovely young lady named Tina. We corresponded (and still do) regularly, and when I sent her a photo (G-rated - sorry, ladies), she began informing me of a number of delightful and strange and delightfully strange fantasies involving me. For a middle-aged bore, these proved quite interesting! When she asked if I would write a story about the two of us, I was both pleased and mystified as to why anyone, especially a beautiful young woman, would ever consider me in that fashion. Still, as the saying goes, flattery will get you anywhere, and as another saying goes, there's no fool like an old fool. I consented and we began collaborating, with Tina coming up with story ideas and myself doing the writing. I think the story worked out well. ------- "What really flatters a man is that you think him worth flattering." - George Bernard Shaw ------- This story is dedicated to Tina. ------- Chapter 1 Sam Charles walked into the office and headed down the hallway. Walking into Katie's office, he grabbed his overnight faxes from his bin and said, "Morning!" Katie looked up from her desk and smiled. "Good morning to you." She stood and leaned forward over her desk, passing him a note. "Derrick wants you in his office as soon as you came in." Sam took the note and scanned it. "Wonder what I've done now?" Katie laughed and said, "I'm sure it wasn't good." Sam left the office and continued on to his own. Dropping his briefcase on his desk, he shrugged off his jacket and took off his hat, then went back out. Going upstairs, he went down the hall to the executive offices. Derrick Busby's door was open, and he saw that Derrick's brothers, Jack and Billy, were also present. The three were talking about Derrick's newborn son. Sam entered and flopped down on the couch next to Billy. "What's up?", he asked. "Little Derrick has got some sort of bug.", commented Billy. "He's not feeling too hot." "That's too bad." Little Derrick was Sam's newest nephew, Sam being brother-in-law to the three other men. He had married their oldest sister years ago, long before he had joined the firm. "He getting enough to eat?", he asked innocently. The room exploded in laughter. Lonnie, Derrick's wife, was a small girl, small everywhere except in her bust size, which was astonishingly huge. When not pregnant she was easily a DD cup; when pregnant and nursing, she grew at least a couple of cup sizes larger. Sam had never seen a woman with bigger tits, even in the porn movies he had seen, and had never been able to understand how she never toppled forward onto her face. What she did to a swimsuit or a tight sweater had to be seen to be believed. While Billy and Jack struggled for their breaths, Derrick grinned. "He's very well fed, thank you very much." "Glad to hear it." "Christ, you'll never be able to wean the little guy.", said Jack. "He'll be the fattest baby in the world!" It took a couple of minutes more for the room to settle down. Sam contemplated the other two wives. Noreen, Jack's wife looked like a centerfold from the neck down, and a horse from the neck up; he could never decide what he would do if he woke up next to her one morning with her on his arm, chew his arm off or close his eyes and screw her. Billy's wife, Kathy, was Noreen's cousin and was the real beauty of the family. She had modeled in her teens, and childbirth had simply added some pounds in all the right places. What she ever saw in Billy was a mystery to Sam. The man was very rough and crude, while she was quite refined, but they got along famously. Once, at a party, Kathy was wearing a long denim skirt with snaps up the front, and had commented that the room was warm. Billy, reclining at her feet, had reached up and ripped the snaps open almost to her waist. Everybody had laughed, but Sam had been surprised by the explicit way Billy displayed his wife, and by the fact that she didn't seem to mind or cover herself up afterwards. "Any reason you can't go down to the Oneonta office this morning?", asked Jack. Sam eyed the others curiously. "Not particularly. Why?" Derrick answered the question. "We want you to audit them." "Paperwork or payroll? Both?" Derrick nodded, and Sam continued, "I'm a few weeks early on the paperwork audit, but at least a month behind on payroll. I doubt if Clark will even notice. What's going on?" Jack said, "We're letting Clark go. I'll meet you down there and tell him it's not going to work out. I want you to see how bad the mess is." Billy interjected, "You've wanted him gone all along anyway." Sam made a wry smile and nodded. Since first meeting the new manager he had thought him to be a walking nightmare. A few months into Clark's reign, he had gone to Derrick and told him what he had witnessed so far, but his comments had been neither requested nor desired. Sam shut up and let the numbers do the talking for him. The last quarterly audit had been an unmitigated disaster, the lowest ranking in company history. Now it looked like the others had woken up. "So who's taking over down there?" Sam already knew the answer to this one as well. Derrick pointed at him and said, "You are. How much time can you put in down there? Jack will backstop you, and Dickie, too, if needed." Sam rubbed his face. He had been expecting something along these lines. He had started with the company in sales, working his way up to Sales Manager in the flagship Saratoga office before being fired and reassigned. The recession hadn't been his fault, but Big George, his father-in-law hadn't cared. It had taken his sons buying him out to resurrect his reputation. "I can't see where I can put in more than three or four days a week. How long is this going to last?" Jack said, "Six months, maybe more, maybe less. Through the winter, at least. I'll fill in the other couple of days. We'll have to see about hiring another Sales Manager. In the meantime, you need to clean house and start over again from scratch. The only people left are Margie and a new secretary." Sam thought it over. Margie Jackson was one of the top salespeople for Busby Housing. It would be a start, at least. He glanced at his watch and stood up. "Give me ten minutes and I'll be on the road. I'll be down there no later than 11:00. Give me an hour to finish the audit before you show up." Jack nodded and the meeting broke up. Sam stopped as he left the room and turned back. "You know, I was talking to Lee on Sunday, and I mentioned just this very possibility." Nobody said a word. Lee had been Sam's wife of 17 years, Big George's daughter, and the others' sister. She had died four years ago, and Sam visited her grave every Sunday, to sit and talk. ------- "Hello and welcome to Busby Housing. Can I help you?", asked the secretary when the tall, slim, and older man entered the sales office. He was carrying a briefcase, so he wasn't a customer, and Tina Lawson figured him to be some sort of salesman. She had only been working for the company for a few weeks now, it being her first job since graduating from Delhi Tech's secretarial program. "Hello. My name is Torquemada and I'm the Grand Inquisitor.", said Sam, smiling. Tina gave him a funny look, so Sam wrote off the attempt at humor. "Who's working today?" "Mister Hobson is on the phone and Margie is out with customers. Can I help you?" Sam ignored her and moved into an empty office, setting down his briefcase and tossing his coat and hat aside. Reaching into his briefcase, he pulled out a list of names and handed them to the mystified secretary. "My name's Sam Charles, and I'm down from Albany to do an audit. I'll need these files, please. What's your name?" "Tina. I'm Tina Lawson, Mister Charles. Do you want these all at once?" "Just call me Sam, Tina. Mister Charles lives in Atlanta with my mother, Mrs. Charles." Sam gave her a disarming smile, then sat and began setting up his audit. After a few minutes, Clarke Hobson got off the phone and came in and greeted him. As Sam had predicted, the man was so clueless he didn't even realize that an audit wasn't scheduled. Clarke left him and Sam found himself helping Tina find the files. Things were incredibly disorganized and Tina, though bright, had never been properly trained. 'Another thing to take care of.', thought Sam. Sam was busy for almost a full hour auditing the files and payroll of the small office, with Tina scurrying around looking for files for him. The results were even more depressing than before, being significantly lower than on the previous audit, which Sam told Jack as soon as he arrived. Jack simply nodded in despair and went into Clarke's office, shutting the door behind him. Tina glanced at Sam several times from her receptionist's desk, but Sam gave her nothing more than a poker face. Fifteen minutes later, Clarke stormed from the office, and Sam stood and went into the now vacated Manager's office. Jack gave him a brief rundown, then led the way back into the lobby. Margie and Tina were talking in a low whisper and looked up as the two men came in. "Clarke is no longer with us. Sam is going to be the new Sales Manager, at least until the Spring. Margie, you've known Sam for a while now, but I don't think Tina's had the pleasure yet. Sam, this is Tina Lawson. Tina, Sam Charles." Both women shook Sam's hand in congratulations. Tina said, "We met this morning, during the audit." "Well, you've seen his good side then. He's usually much nastier.", joked Jack. At Tina's worried look, Margie laughed and patted her arm. "Don't listen to him, Sam's a real sweetheart.", a comment that brought forth considerable laughter from both Sam and Jack. At Jack's command, Tina ordered several pizzas and soft drinks, then he and Sam listened while Margie explained what had been going on during Clarke's tenure. Tina had been aware of some of it, and told what she had seen, some of which had seemed rather strange and not entirely legal. Sam and Jack gave each other several looks implying 'Thank God we got him out of here before he could do some REAL damage!' Finally, Jack and Sam worked out a schedule for covering the office, and Jack left. Sam stayed behind, moving his belongings into the Sales Manager's office and finding out more about the Oneonta situation. At 4:00, Tina clocked out, and Sam sat down in Margie's office. "So, what's the new girl like?", he asked. "Tina? She's OK. Clarke hired her about three weeks ago after he fired that barmaid he had originally hired." Margie filled him in on the personnel that Clarke had hired, a drinking buddy and a barmaid. Sam had met them both and agreed with Margie's descriptions. "She just graduated from Delhi Tech. I think you got to her before any of Clarke's bad habits rubbed off on her.", she said with a smile. "Damn long drink of water. Good looking, too.", Sam commented. "Sam! Looking at young girls, shame on you!", laughed Margie. "Margie, I always look at women. When I stop, you can close the coffin lid, 'cause I'll be dead! She is young, isn't she?" "Why, Sam Charles, you really were noticing her!" Sam protested. "Jesus, Margie, I'm old enough to be her father! All I'm saying is she's very attractive." Although considerably taller than he normally preferred, Tina was quite attractive. Long light brown hair, dark brown eyes, and an oval face simply highlighted a slim build, large bust, and impossibly long legs. Margie smiled and nodded. "Yes, she is that. Tall, too, she makes me feel like a midget." It was Sam's turn to laugh. "Margie, you are a midget, at least compared to her. You're what, 5-3, 5-4?" Margie nodded agreement., and Sam continued, "She's got a half foot on you, at least. And, good Christ, but she's young. She makes me feel like an old fart." Margie got the last word in. "You are an old fart, Sam." ------- Chapter 2 Tina's apartment was a converted garage loft out back of a large house on Franklin Mountain. It had begun life as a small barn but then the farm had been sold and the new owners converted it to an apartment upstairs and a garage downstairs. It was only ten minutes from her new job, and an hour away from her family, which was perfectly fine with Tina. She loved her family dearly, but she wanted to be on her own. Tina walked in to her apartment to find a visitor already there. She smiled as she saw her landlady drinking a beer out of the bottle in an armchair. "Hi, Heather. What's up?", she asked. She continued on into her bedroom to change out of her work clothes. Heather Babcock was shorter than Tina, and heavier, but not unattractively so. She was simply a bit more rounded, 'cushiony' she described herself, with wide-set hips, an ample ass and heavy tits, and a gentle and pleasant curve to her belly. She was a blue-eyed redhead. Heather was also about ten years older than Tina, and married. Heather stood and followed Tina to the bedroom, upending her bottle of beer as she went, finishing it off and setting it on a small table in Tina's bedroom. "Nothing much. Bobby called and he's running late, so I figured I'd come over and visit." Heather was barefoot and dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. Tina nodded, kicking off her shoes. She unzipped her pants, uncaring as her landlady watched her shimmy out of them. She adjusted her panties, then lifted her feet one at a time to pull off her socks. Heather came up behind her and reached up to undo the back zipper on Tina's knit top. Tina thanked her, then grabbed the hem and peeled it off. She saw Heather smiling at her in the mirror, and was unsurprised when she reached out and unsnapped her bra. "Visit, huh?" Heather's hands snaked around Tina's sides as the overly stuffed lace fell away, to cup the two large globes. "That what you call this?" Heather jiggled the two big tits gently, then flicked her fingertips over Tina's nipples. Tina sighed contentedly, and Heather said, "Bobby's been on the road two days now, and I'm so horny I'm ready to fuck the dog!" She continued to fondle Tina's breasts and she could see, in the reflection, the younger woman's nipples hardening with desire. She came around to Tina's left side while she continued to rub her left breast with her left hand. Her right hand she slid down the back of Tina's bikini panties and caressed the tall brunette's ass. "Play with your pussy!", she whispered hotly. "Show me!" Tina moaned and closed her eyes. Her hands slipped to her hips and she tugged her panties down to mid-thigh, then moved to her heart-shaped bush and began probing her hot and wet cunt. She whimpered as Heather began running her right fingers along the crack of her ass, and her eyes opened as she felt Heather lift her left breast and begin to lick the nipple. "Oh, God, that feels good!", she said. "I need to come, too." Her fingers went into overdrive, pinching and rubbing her clitoris as Heather chewed her tits roughly. Finally, almost five minutes later, she began shivering as her orgasm overwhelmed her, and she stared at herself in the mirror as her come washed over her in waves. She collapsed against the dresser and Heather relaxed her hold on the girl. "I think you liked that.", quipped Heather, massaging Tina's ass. "I think I loved that!", Tina replied. "Come on, that was just a warm-up." She took Heather by the hand and pulled her over to her king-size bed, then lay back on the covers and watched Heather strip. Heather had not been wearing underwear. The older woman crawled into Tina's outstretched arms and brought her face up to kiss Tina. Tina rolled towards Heather so that the pair lay on their sides facing each other. Moving closer, Tina slipped a long leg between Heather's and pressed her thigh into Heather's bare-shaved cunt. Heather responded in kind, and as the pair began to hungrily explore each other's mouths with their tongues, their bodies responded. Heather continued groping Tina's big tits, while Tina slipped a hand in between, to finger Heather's cunt. This time it was Heather's turn to be overwhelmed. Although Tina came once, after that she rolled Heather onto her back and attacked her tits with her mouth, while three fingers snaked inside Heather's pussy to search for the woman's G-spot. When they found it, Heather began shaking in an orgasm that Tina refused to relent in. Afterwards, as they cuddled in each other's arms, Heather asked, "So how was work today?" Tina stretched and threw an arm behind her head. "Okay, I guess. A couple of guys came down from headquarters in Albany and fired my boss." "No shit!" "Yeah, no shit. One of the guys is the new manager, and he kept me on, and Margie seems to like him, or at least she knows him, anyway. I don't know what's going to happen, tell you the truth." "So what's he like?", prodded Heather, rolling onto her belly and resting her head on Tina's stomach. "He any good looking?" "Jesus, Heather, is that all you ever think of?" "It is until Bobby comes home and gives me what I really need. Nothing personal, Tina, but I prefer guys to girls." Tina giggled. "You prefer both to neither, you horny slut!" "True, true. So, tell me, what's the new guy like? He cute?" Tina shrugged. "I'm not sure I would call him cute. Good-looking, distinguished, handsome, but not cute." "Distinguished means old, Tina.", protested her friend. "Well, maybe. I guess he's forty-something, but he doesn't look old. I mean, he looks like a successful businessman, only slimmer, not fat." She chuckled some. "He is losing his hair, though, and Margie teased him about it. He didn't seem to mind." She gave it a bit of thought, and a refreshingly new idea came to the girl. "I don't know, but I thinks he's kind of sexy." Heather's eyes opened wide and she sat up in bed, her full breasts swaying at the movement. "Really? You think he's sexy? Since when did you start noticing guys?" Tina smiled and reached out to caress Heather's nipples. "Jealous?" Heather grinned. "Curious." "Maybe I'm not a full-blown lezzy after all. Maybe I just haven't met the right guy yet.", Tina replied. Tina began to explore her friend's body again. Heather twisted on the bed and the pair began to sixty-nine, Heather sitting on Tina's face as she licked out Tina's drenched slit. They were both moments away from coming when an air horn blasted in the driveway. "Honey, I'm home!", roared a deep voice. Tina made a final assault on Heather's cunt, and the pair went over the top, coming fiercely. Sated, Heather scrambled off the bed and grabbed her clothes, then headed for the door. "Aren't you going to get dressed?", asked Tina incredulously. "Why bother?", said Heather. "I'm just going to get undressed anyway, in about two seconds flat, and he knows we fuck around. Hell, he want's to join us!" "No thanks!" Tina wasn't interested in Bobby Babcock, and had told Heather just that. "No big deal. Hey, you want to see what sex with a guy is like, keep an eye on our house. You'll find out in about two minutes!" Curious, Tina got off the bed and went into the living room and looked around the curtains to the front lawn. Looking out surreptitiously, she saw her friend's husband come back out of his house and look around curiously for his wife. Then, as he noticed Heather trotting naked out of the garage apartment, he grinned from ear to ear and walked over to the side lawn, out of sight of the road. Heather came up behind him and tossed her clothing to the ground. He wrapped his naked wife in a hug, kissing her fiercely, then stepped back and undid his jeans. He pushed them down his legs, then put his hands on Heather's shoulders and pushed her to her knees. As Tina slyly watched her friend begin to suck Bobby's cock, she reflected on just what it was that set her off against Bobby Babcock. Physically the long-haul trucker simply didn't appeal to her. He was a tall and skinny man, his arms were extensively tattooed, and he wore his long dark hair in a ponytail. Worse, he had a thin face, small beady eyes, and a small nose that made him look like a ferret. Screwing a weasel was not on Tina's list of things to do. Still, she knew her friend loved him dearly, and despite his rough manner, he seemed to love her as well. She suspected that Heather had told Bobby that Tina might be watching, because his eyes would occasionally stray to her apartment windows. However, Heather kept his mind elsewhere, and Bobby ran his rough hands through her thick red hair and closed his eyes as he began to facefuck his wife. Tina could just make out Heather's throat contracting as she began to swallow Bobby's come, as his hips began twitching. She could hear his groans of pleasure even in her apartment. Heather continued licking and sucking Bobby's cock even after he came, and he stiffened rapidly. Forgetting about his unseen audience, once she had him properly prepared, she knelt on the lawn and spread her legs wide. Bobby sank to the ground and grabbed his cock, stuffing it into her cunt and shoving into her doggy-style. Then he grabbed her hips and began wildly plunging into her pussy, and it was Heather's cries which carried across the lawn and up to Tina's ears. Tina was so excited that she slipped her fingers to her own pussy, masturbating as she watched her landlord and landlady fucking on the lawn. When Heather and Bobby finished, they stood and went inside. Tina showered and dressed, and then prepared her dinner, looking out only when she heard her name called from the driveway. She was surprised to find that Bobby and Heather had also cleaned up and were dressed for a night on the town. To be fair about it, Bobby cleaned up okay, and Heather simply looked delicious. She had poured herself into a backless and strapless white bustier minidress and white high heels, and Tina knew that Heather wouldn't be wearing either stockings or panties. "Tina!", called Heather, waiting at the side of her car for her tenant to appear. Tina came out onto the small porch and yelled, "What?" "We're going out to dinner. Want to come?" She waggled her eyelids in a fashion that left Tina no chance of misunderstanding what else was going to happen. Tina grinned and shook her head negatively. "No? Then keep an eye on the place. See you later." She got in and the pair took off for town. Tina expected the two of them to fuck every chance they had tonight. ------- Chapter 3 Sam walked in to the house early that night. The days he was working in Oneonta involved an hour-and-a-half drive to and from work, and his days at headquarters involved almost as much traveling to the other satellite offices. He walked into his home shortly after five, both pleased he could do so and curious about what it was like getting home so early. He grimaced as he looked around the kitchen and began putting away the dishes. Lizzie had been the baby of the family and Lee had spoiled her rotten, though not without Sam's approval. Sam had been wrapped around her little finger since she was in diapers. She never did the chores if she could help it, and would pout and complain whenever Sam worked up the nerve to bitch about the condition of the house. "God help the poor bastard who marries that one!", muttered Sam as he began sorting through the mail. "Lizzie! You home?", he yelled. Lizzie Charles bounced into the kitchen still dressed in her cheerleader's uniform. By any standards, the sixteen year old high school junior was beautiful; short and slim, though with an intriguing bust, she wore her brown hair to her shoulders and had brown eyes set in a round face with prominent cheekbones. She was a good but not great student, thought Sam, so he wouldn't have to send her to an expensive engineering college like Sammy attended. Plattsburgh State, Party School USA, would do just fine for her, he thought disgustedly, especially disgusted because he knew his daughter would be perfectly happy goofing off for four years. Lizzie skipped into the kitchen and looked surprised. "Hi, Daddy, what's up? You're home early!" She came forward and Sam bent down, kissing his youngest on the forehead. "Hi yourself. Are you sure that skirt can't get any shorter?", he asked, eyeing her uniform of short pleated skirt and tight sweater. She waved his protest off. "Oh, Daddy, don't be so stuffy. That's the entire idea!" She twirled around once and dropped to the floor in a split, throwing her arms up. Sam smiled and helped her to her feet. "Besides, the guys on the team like it.", she announced, blissfully unaware that this was the worst possible thing to say to a father. Sam harrumphed and snorted. "Yeah, then let them wear it. Go change!", he ordered. Lizzie laughed. She headed for her room, saying, "You're just a fuddy-duddy, Daddy. I just got home, too. I haven't had a chance yet." She headed into the hall, then stopped and looked back over her shoulder. "Daddy, rah, rah, rah!" She flipped the back of her skirt up to reveal the matching panties to the costume, then laughed as she headed to her room to change. Sam smiled and shook his head. He had never been able to control his youngest and doubted he ever would. Neither he nor Lee had ever been able to figure out where she got her wild streak, but she had one for sure! She managed to go through life able to do or say anything, happily aware that, somehow, her looks, her brains, or her parents would manage to bail her out one way or another. After Lee had died, he had gone to his daughter's doctor and convinced the woman to put her on the Pill for "medical reasons", ostensibly to help control her period. Lee would never have gone along with the idea, believing her daughter would never do "those sorts of things", conveniently forgetting that when she had been that age, boys had wanted to do them to her! Sam wasn't either that stupid or that hypocritical, and he remembered being a young man himself. He really doubted that Lizzie would maintain her virginity as long as her mother, even though he didn't really want to know. Lizzie came back into the kitchen, now wearing a worn and torn pair of blue jeans and a midriff baring tank top. Underneath the tank top, Sam could see the straps to a lacy black bra, and was again mystified by what a teenage girl was doing wearing racy lingerie. Lizzie had given him exasperated answers before, and he knew he would never understand. "What's for dinner, Daddy?" Sam shrugged. "What do you want, honey?" "Let's have pizza." Sam stared at the girl. "Lizzie, I eat out nine times out of ten. The one night I get home in time to fix a real meal and you want pizza?" "Pizza, Daddy!", she said firmly, handing him the phone. Sam threw his hands in the air and made the call. Paisely Road was barely in the range of one of the shops in Ballston Spa, and it would be delivered in 30 minutes. He hung up the phone and followed his youngest into the living room, then kicked her out of his La-Z-Boy. He saw several photo albums laying on the coffee table and picked them up. They were from the old days, the wedding album and photos from the honeymoon cruise, before the kids and the bills and every other damned thing that went with marriage. "What's with the photos, Lizzie?", he asked. She looked over at him from the couch and grinned. "Teresa and Olivia were by earlier, and I commented on how you used to have hair, and they didn't believe me, so I got out some old photos to prove it!" Sam gaped and roared, "You little bitch! I ought to spank you for that! And for this damn wig brochure, too, you little bitch!" He tossed a junk mail flyer across the room at his hysterical daughter; he was absolutely convinced it had been Lizzie who had put his name on a baldness mailing list, and now he received toupee and Rogaine mail from around the world. She stood and picked up the flyer, studying it. "Daddy, that's so kinky! I never knew you liked to spank young girls!" Sam laughed. "That does it, midget, you're going to get it now!" The busty little teen grinned and ignored the threat, walking past him to throw away the brochure. Her path took her within armreach of her father, who grabbed her and pulled her, squealing, onto his lap. Once there Lizzie found herself being tickled until she was screaming. Sam relented only when the doorbell rang and the pizza was delivered. A red-faced and grinning Lizzie scrambled away, calling him a "Dirty old man!" After dinner, Lizzie retreated to her room to do her homework, and Sam found himself watching the news. Afterwards, he turned off the television, but it was too early to go to bed, so he picked up the photo albums and set them on his lap. Reaching into his humidor, he pulled out a cigar, clipped and lit it, and settled back. Lee had always been on his ass to quit smoking, even when they were still dating in college, and he had always told her he would dance on her grave. When he met and got to know her family, he continued the refrain. Even though he averaged ten years older than her brothers, cancer, heart disease, arthritis, diabetes, and a myriad of other illnesses ran in their family, and he figured he would outlast the lot of them. It had stopped being a joke four years ago when, while driving their oldest daughter, Jenny, home from school, Lee had suffered a massive coronary at the age of 40. Worst of all, when she collapsed and went off the road, Jenny went with her, and died as the car slammed into an abutment. The autopsy had shown that the damage to Lee's heart had been so severe that even if she had suffered the attack in a hospital operating room, with a team of cardiac specialists in attendance, she still would have died. Nobody in the family joked about dying anymore. Lizzie had gotten out both the wedding album and the honeymoon album, photos taken on the cruise that Big George and Momma had given them as a wedding present. Sam began flicking through the wedding album, his mind going back to a much younger time. Lee had been so young and beautiful, she looked like a little girl. He laughed at the photo of his best man trying to look down Lee's low cut bodice, and the photo of himself removing her garter made him chuckle, since both ushers were standing nearby with cameras of their own. 'Jesus', Sam thought, 'If Big George had known what his daughter and I had been doing, he'd have killed us, not married us off!' Except for the night before the wedding, he and Lee had fucked themselves silly every night of the week before the wedding. Then, after the wedding, while one of her brothers drove them in his pimpmobile of a car to the reception, Lee had crawled onto his lap. Pat had thought they were simply necking; he couldn't see his new brother-in-law slide his hand under his new wife's dress and beneath her panties and pantyhose. Lee's screams of pleasure never made it past the lips she was kissing. After the reception, the newlyweds had retired to an empty barroom and changed into traveling clothes for the drive to New York, and Lee had stripped topless, then knelt to return the favor her husband had provided early. Sam's first married orgasm was into his wife's mouth in a bar in Albany. They had dressed and driven halfway to the city down Route 9, looking for a place to spend the night, and during the entire drive, Sam had his hand under his wife's skirt, tormenting her terribly. She had stripped off all her underwear and pantyhose and had slumped down on the car seat, her hands rubbing her stiff nipples while she screamed in delight as he mauled her cunt. They finally found a small no-name motel that became forever etched in their minds as the 'Mildew Motel', and spent their wedding night fucking nonstop. As Sam began leafing through the album from the honeymoon cruise, he smiled at the realization that their behavior on the cruise hadn't been any better. The morning after their wedding, Sam had taken all of his wife's bras, panties, and pantyhose away from her and had locked them in his trunk, to Lee's shocked delight. The photo of the two of them meeting the Captain, Sam in his rented tux and Lee in a powder blue strapless gown reminded him of just why she was smiling in the photo. After dressing in the postage stamp size bathroom, Lee had come back into the closet sized cabin and asked her husband to zip up her gown. Sam had pushed the gown lower, then lifted the hem to her waist, pushing Lee into a kneeling position on the bed. He had fucked her rapidly, then came endlessly in her pussy. Afterwards, he had helped her zip up, and Lee had attended the cocktail reception with her husband's jism running down her thighs. Sam closed the album and finished his cigar gazing at the photo on the last page of the wedding album, the one of Lee with her veil up and holding her bouquet. It was the same photo as the one on the nightstand, and was probably the best picture ever taken of her. She seemed so young and alive, and beautiful. She had been a small girl, big-boned like the rest of her family, slim and with a small bust, a cute round face with a pixie nose, and her hair was a mass of dark brown curls falling to the middle of her back. Like the rest of the Busby women, Lee only retained her figure for a few more years. Sam knocked her up on the honeymoon, and Lee slowly got her figure back after Jenny's birth. Sammy had been a larger baby, and Lee had struggled to get back to a weight somewhat close to her original weight after his birth. Lizzie, larger yet, had broken the camel's back. Lee had ballooned, and for the rest of her life was as heavy as her much larger husband. Still, Sam had loved his ditzy airhead of a wife dearly, and she had always revved his engine, even at her chubbiest. He never cheated on her, and had seldom even been tempted to do so. Sam lit another cigar and set the albums aside. When he was finished, he cleaned up and went to his room. After brushing his teeth, he gave in to his needs and pushed his briefs to the floor, then jerked off to the memory of his dead wife, bent over and taking it from behind. Afterwards, with a guilty conscience, he cleaned up the bathroom and went to bed. ------- Chapter 4 Dickie Busby surprised Tina when she first met him. She had seen his photo on the corporate website, along with most of the rest of the managers and owners, but in person he was vastly different. His photo showed a stocky and heavyset, well dressed young man; in person Dickie was a roly-poly teddy bear in his mid-twenties, with a short beard that failed to hide his multiple chins. It was the first Saturday that neither Sam nor Jack had been able to cover the Oneonta office, and he had come down from Saratoga to fill in. He greeted Tina and Margie warmly, then settled in to the manager's office comfortably. After lunch, while a new salesman showed homes and Margie did paperwork in her office, Dickie sat down in the lobby across from Tina and asked, "So, how do you like working for Sam?" "He's great. He really seems to know everything about the company. Have you known him long?", she asked. Dickie looked surprised. "Yeah, I've known Sam almost my entire life." "What does he do in Albany? All I know is that he's a bigwig at headquarters and that he does computer stuff up there. I guess he's pretty important?", she said innocently. Dickie gave her a curious look. "You could say that. He's one of the owners." It was Tina's turn to look surprised. "But I thought Busby Housing was a family company." "It is. Sam married my oldest sister." "Sam's married? He never said anything about his family." "Lee died four years ago." Dickie yelled down the hall to Margie's office, "Hey, Margie, didn't anyone tell Tina who Sam is?" Margie stuck her head out the door. "What, that he's an owner? I thought she knew that!", she said, then ducked back to her work. "Nobody told me. I thought you had to have the name Busby." "Nah, marrying one works just as well.", laughed Dickie. "Sam doesn't play on the name at all. Big George and Momma treated him as the idiot son-in-law for years, despite everything he ever accomplished, and it always pissed him off." He went on to describe Sam's years at the firm. Tina listened intently. Her initial attraction to her boss had been growing for weeks now. Sam had an easy, self-deprecating sense of humor that deflected any form of praise or thanks, and he seemed to erect a barrier between himself and the rest of the world. That barrier seemed to be showing a few cracks, however, because she had sensed him watching her, seeing her not just as an employee, and Tina was intrigued by the idea. Sam Charles was probably the most intelligent person she had ever met, and was far better looking than he thought himself. He had the sharpest and driest wit she had ever seen, and an ability to keep the office in stitches for hours, along with an encyclopedic knowledge of the business and the company. He fascinated the young woman. "So, what's he really like?", she asked. "You've known him so much longer." "Who, Sam?", commented Dickie. "God, I've known him since I was a kid. He started dating Lee when I was a baby. Hell, I worked for him one summer in Saratoga." "So, what's he like? He doesn't say anything about himself." Dickie leaned back and thought for a moment. "Well, I've never been anywhere with Sam when he wasn't the smartest guy in the room. He's a genius, literally. He's got more degrees than the rest of us combined. That's his biggest problem, too. He knows it, and he simply won't tolerate fools, and, to Sam, most of the world falls in the category of 'fool.'. Have you seen his temper yet?" "Uh, not really. I did overhear him chewing out somebody over the phone once, and it sounded pretty bad.", she admitted. "I guess. Just remember, he blows hot and cold. He ever cuts loose on you, simply roll up a newspaper and smack him on the nose and tell him to behave. He'll calm down right away, just like a puppy." Tina laughed at the image. "Seriously, though, he's very respected back in Albany. When Big George sold the company to us kids, he sold Sam's shares to Lee, not Sam, even though Lee didn't work for the company. None of the spouses would be allowed to inherit, and nobody could sell the stock to outsiders. If Lee died, Sam would be out on his ass. It was the rest of us who insisted on the provision that Sam was the only spouse allowed to inherit. Big George had to back down." Tina was impressed. "What's he like personally? He seems very aloof and withdrawn." Dickie nodded at the description. "He's very different than the rest of us. He's very quiet and reserved, very much an intellectual. He loved Lee, and loves his kids..." "He's got kids?" "Two, both about your age. A third, his oldest girl, died in the car crash with Lee. You have to be around him awhile before he lets down the barriers. He can be pretty hard to live with at times. You end up either loving the guy or hating his guts, and I don't think he gives much of a damn either way. I like him, myself, but I know more than a few people who would like to drop him off a cliff. Why?", asked Dickie. "Oh, just curious. He does seem very smart." "He is. Give him a chance. He'll loosen up once he gets to know you better." ------- It was a Saturday several weeks later that Tina called Heather. Despite the fact that they only lived across a driveway from each other, it was pouring outside and neither felt like getting up and going out in the cold and wet. Heather asked Tina how the new boss was doing. "All right, I guess.", was Tina's tentative answer. "That doesn't sound very positive.", commented Heather. "Problems?" "No, I've just never met anybody quite like him before. God, he knows everything about the company and the business, and he's been around forever. He's, well, like the fourth or fifth most important guy in the whole company, yet he drives around in an old Taurus and never wears a suit. He wears frayed khakis and a Rolex. He's the most serious guy you could imagine, but he loves practical jokes, even when they backfire on him. He's cynical and idealistic at the same time. I can't figure him out at all.", she said in an exasperated tone. "Sounds like you're interested in him. Are you?", asked Heather. "God, Heather, he's got kids my age. He's older than my father! Anyway, he's my boss. I'm just some kid secretary." "Those are excuses, not reasons.", replied her friend. "You sound interested in him. Now be honest, are you.?" "Maybe.", said Tina in a quiet voice. "He is so good looking, Heather, yet he laughs and says he frightens children and small dogs, but I think he's really very sexy. I don't know what to think." "Maybe you did need to wait for the right guy after all. So make a move on the guy!" "Heather, he's my boss!" "He's a man. By definition, they have two heads, and only enough blood to operate one at a time. How old did you say he was?", asked Heather. "Uh, 44 or 45, I think." "Trust me, he's not dead yet. I bet the plumbing works just fine." Tina blushed as her friend continued. "Ask him if he uses Viagra. Wear a low cut sweater and see if he stares. Wear a miniskirt and let him see the tops of your stockings. If he doesn't complain, you're in like flint." "God, I couldn't!" Tina giggled. "Besides, I know that works already. If a guy calls to try and sell him something, he sends them packing, but if it's a woman, he always has time to see her." Tina heard something moving around at the other end of the line, then heard Heather mumble something. "Who's there?", she asked. "Oh, Bobby just came in." "Where are you and what are you wearing?", asked Tina mischievously. "I'm on my bed, and all I have on is my silk bathrobe. I just took a shower. Why, what do you have in mind?" "How about a little phone sex? Open you robe up some and spread your legs so that Bobby can see you." Heather smiled, loosening the sash on her robe and moving her legs apart, raising her knees slightly. Her husband came out of the bathroom and did a double take, then grinned. He began to undress, and Heather whispered into the phone. "I thought you didn't want sex with Bobby!" "I don't, I just want to listen to the two of you getting it on. Has he noticed yet?" Heather looked down to the end of the bed, where her husband stood naked. His long and thin cock was erect and Bobby was smiling as he stroked it. "Oh, yeah, he just got undressed and is jacking off at the end of the bed." Hearing his wife was describing what was going on excited Bobby. He climbed between his wife's legs and stuck his cock into her pussy. Heather squealed. "Oh, God, he just put it in my pussy! Oh, he's fucking me, he's fucking me!", she cried. Tina could hear the bedsprings begin to squeak and slid a hand inside her own shorts. She began to flick her fingers over her own clit in time with the squeaks coming from across the driveway. "This is so hot!", she told her squealing friend. "Can he see your tits? Play with your tits!" The silk robe rustled over the line, then Heather was panting. "He's holding himself up with his hands on my tits. I'm coming, I'm coming!" A few moments later Tina heard a slightly squishy sound. "Can you hear that? That's Bobby's cock fucking my pussy!" Tina's fingerfucking increased in speed, and she could feel her own orgasm approaching. She collapsed backwards onto the couch in eager anticipation. She came as well when she heard her friend cry out, "Oh, yeah, baby, come on my tits! Come on my tits!" Bobby climbed off the bed where he had been kneeling, spraying his spurting come onto Heather's heaving tits and nipples, and grinned. "Invite her over, I've got more where that came from!" Then he knelt at the end of the bed and buried his face in Heather's well fucked cunt. Heather gasped and shivered as his tongue and lips homed in on her sensitive clit. Across the way she could hear Tina wailing in her own pleasure. She thrashed around on the bed, keeping one hand on the phone and the other in her husband's hair. After another orgasm she relented, and Bobby stood back up, a slimy smile going from ear to ear. He stepped back between Heather's legs, lifting them up so that her feet were resting on his shoulders. Tina had slipped her shorts and panties to the floor and now had the phone cradled between her shoulder and her ear, as both hands groped between her legs. She was astonished when she heard her friend cry out, "Oh, God! He's putting it in my ass. Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!" Tina came a second time, even as Bobby began grunting loud enough to hear even without the phone, and she came again just as Heather began screaming, "Yes, yes! Come in my ass, Bobby, come in my ass!" Exhausted, they hung up and everybody took a nap. ------- Chapter 5 Sam watched as Tina walked from the office. It was a Friday afternoon, warm but beginning to get dark as the sun began setting earlier in late September. The rest of the office had cleared out right on the dot at five, but he had paperwork, and Tina had volunteered to work some overtime to help him. Now it was almost six, and he had let the girl go home. She had seemed almost sorry to go, and as she walked to her car, Sam watched her through his office window. She was a fine looking young woman, he thought to himself. Sam's job took him to all the sales offices, and he knew almost everybody working in the offices. Busby Housing had a number of very good looking women working for them. In the Oneonta office, Margie was a real beauty, young and trim, with a really great set of legs. Saratoga had Barbara, perhaps the best looking of the salesladies, small, blonde, and sexy, and a total dingbat. Even the Fort Plain office had Sondra, a fine looking older lady, now well into her fifties, who had probably the best set of legs Sam had seen in his entire life, except maybe for Rosa, in the Albany office. Still, his eyes kept coming back to his young secretary. He was secretly captivated by her slim and leggy build, and found himself staring whenever he could get away with it. Tina had caught him a few times, too, and had simply smiled when he blushed and looked away. To be fair, she never provoked his attention; she always wore slacks and blouses or sweaters. The fact was, however, that nothing but a flour sack would have hidden her shapely ass, her bountiful tits, or those long and luscious legs. Sam watched as Tina went down the walk to her car, then stop. She looked at his car briefly, walking around it, then came back up the walk to the office. Sam rose from his desk and greeted her at the door. "What's up?", he asked. "You've got a problem, Sam. Both right side tires on your car are flat.", she explained. Sam groaned and went outside with Tina and examined his car. She was right, both front and rear passenger side tires were as flat as pancakes. "Oh, shit! I must have hit some nails on the construction site over in Davenport this afternoon." He glanced at his watch. He was screwed but good. He looked over at Tina and asked, "Listen, can you do me a favor and run me over to the Holiday Inn? It's too late to get the Goodyear place to come over and fix me up, and I only have the one spare. I can stay the night there, then get the tires fixed in the morning. All right?" It was Tina's heaven-sent opportunity! She had been dying to find a way to see her boss somewhere other than the office, and now those flat tires made it a possibility. The only problem was that the Holiday Inn was only a mile away. She'd never be able to talk to him. What if... ? "Uh, Sam, uh..." "What, is there a problem? I'll just call a cab." "No, no!", she blurted out, afraid her plan would backfire. "Listen, why don't you stay the night at my place?" Sam's face began to cloud up, and she continued, "It's not like that! My couch has a fold-away bed, and it's got to be better than some damn motel room. I'll cook some dinner, and we can watch TV or something." Sam stared at Tina for a moment. Confused, he answered slowly, "Are you sure? I don't mind the Holiday Inn. It's not the first time I've stayed in a motel room." "No, really, come on over. I'll even cook breakfast in the morning. Please?" The girl's desire to impress her boss won him over. "Listen, are you sure you want me over? If somebody finds out, you know what they'll say?" Tina waved it off. "You need anything from your office?" "No, but give me a couple of minutes to call Lizzie and tell her I'm tied up, then I'll close up. Come on back in." Sam called his daughter and cleaned off his desk, then locked up the building. Outside, he popped the trunk of the Taurus and grabbed a small overnight bag, then pulled a dry cleaning bag from the back seat. Tina gave him a curious look. "You always plan on staying in motels?" Sam laughed. "No I always plan on emergencies. I keep a complete set of emergency gear in there, along with a sleeping bag, heavy boots, and a snowsuit and coveralls. Just in case!" He lifted first one bag then another. "This one has a complete set of clothes, this one has my dry cleaning, which I picked up this morning." He tossed them both in the back of Tina's car, then held the door open for her. "Listen, let me pay you back for this by taking you to dinner." Tina had to concentrate to keep from screaming 'Yippee!' "Okay, we've got a Denny's or the Neptune Diner right down the road.", she said, pulling onto Rte. 23. Sam snorted. "Nuts! Let's go over to Cathedral Farms. I feel like something better than a diner. My treat." Tina goggled at the thought. Cathedral Farms was the fanciest and most expensive place in town. "I can't go like this!", she announced, pointing at her slacks. A toner cartridge for the copy machine had busted all over one pants leg that afternoon. Sam shrugged. "So? You live where, up Franklin Mountain? That's almost on the way. We'll go over there and you can change. Come on, live a little! Be kind to an old man and keep him from eating diner food." "Okay, if you want to." Tina drove through town and started up Rte. 28. "You're not old!" "Eh, maybe not, but I'm not young either.", admitted her boss. He changed the subject and they talked about work until they pulled into the driveway. Tina was relieved to find that Heather and Bobby weren't around when she stopped the car. She waited for Sam to retrieve his bags, then led him upstairs. 'Thank God I cleaned just the other night!', went through her mind. Sam looked around approvingly. "Nice, very nice.", he commented, walking around the living room. "Thanks. Do you mind if I clean up first? What should I wear?", she asked. "Sure, go ahead. Wear something nice, like your rich grandfather is taking you out to dinner.", he said with a smile, forestalling her probable comment that he wasn't old enough to be a grandfather. Tina grinned and went into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Sam made a sad smile; if Jenny had been alive, he would have been old enough to be a grandfather. She would have been the same age he and Lee had been when she was born. Hearing the water run through the door to the bathroom, Sam looked himself over in a mirror in the living room. Realizing he needed to clean up himself, he went into the kitchen and turned on the faucet at the sink. Moving quickly, he stripped off his shirt and grabbed a towel. Wetting it, he used it as an impromptu washcloth and gave his torso and arms a quick sink bath, then washed his face and neck. Air drying, he went back to his bags and rummaged through them to find a fresh shirt, putting it on. He also changed his socks, and pulled a lightweight wool navy blue pinstriped suit from the dry cleaning bag. He had just slipped his shoes back on and retied his tie when Tina came out of her bedroom, and he caught his breath when he saw her. Tina had stripped off her clothes hurriedly and hopped into her shower, as nervous as she could remember about her upcoming dinner with her boss. She wanted to make a good impression, not just as an employee, but as a young woman. She bathed mechanically. Her first thoughts were to lean back against the shower wall and play with her clit, she was so turned on, but she stopped when she realized that Sam would hear the screaming orgasm she was sure to have, and that in any case, she'd end up smelling like a two-bit hooker afterwards. She spent the rest of the brief shower going through robotic motions, as she considered what to wear. Tina dried herself off and slipped into a terry cloth bathrobe while she rummage through her closet. She decided to dress as if for a fancy date. Despite her inexperience with dating men, she had plentiful experience dating other women, even if on the sly. She had been sleeping with other girls since she was a young teen, and had discovered that two women could get dressed up and go out together, and most men would think they were on the prowl for guys. They never suspected that they were only interested in each other. She settled on a sleeveless red dress and pulled the hanger out of the closet. Next she pulled open her lingerie drawer and sorted through it, finding a matching red bra and panty set given to her last year by an old girlfriend. Tossing aside her robe, she slipped the tiny lace panties on and adjusted the thong back so they wouldn't show under the thin dress. Then she picked up the bra and slid her arms through the straps, then closed the front clasp. She jiggled her tits into place and examined herself in the mirror. 'Who the hell needs a Wonderbra with these things?', she smirked. Tina almost screwed up on the stockings. She first began putting on a pair of sheer pantyhose before discovering a run up the front. Stripping them off, she searched again and found a new pair of sheer thigh-top stockings still in the package. They were perfect, so she put them on, then slipped into the dress. Stepping into a pair of two inch red heels, she took a deep breath and opened the door to the living room. The teen was amazed at the transformation of Sam. No longer dressed in his trademark khakis and company sport shirt, he looked like the powerful executive he really was, about to go out on the town for a night of subdued fun. She smiled nervously and stepped out into the living room. "Is this okay?", she asked. Sam exhaled forcefully. "Wow! You look spectacular!", he responded, scanning his 'date' from head to foot. Tina was wearing a sleeveless red dress of some sort of light and satiny material that swirled gently around her abundant curves. The mock wrap top drew the eyes to the large breasts pushed up and out by the heavily underwired bra beneath, and the airy fabric flared out at her slim hips and floated down to a few inches above her knees. Those incredibly long legs were showcased by the very sheer nylons, and were supported by seemingly expensive red stiletto heels. He gave her the once-over a couple of more times. "Tina, you look great!" Tina exhaled her own breath and relaxed slightly. "Are you sure? I can always change. What about the shoes? Do they make me seem too tall?" Her girlfriends had never had a problem with Tina's height, but she had heard that men didn't like tall women. Maybe they made her too tall? "I can change them." Sam smiled and looked her in the eye, an easy feat since she was his height now. "Are you nuts? You look perfect! Every guy in the place will be jealous of me!" He gallantly opened the front door and led her to the stairway. "After you.", he said, ushering her down the stairs to her car. It was only a ten minute drive to the restaurant and it was all Sam could do to keep from staring at Tina's legs and bust. They were both so perfectly displayed, so blatantly sexy yet understated. Once they parked, he hopped out and scurried around to open her door, which Tina found intoxicating. He maintained his courtesy as he opened the door to the restaurant for her. Tina thought there would be a problem once they got inside and she saw a line of couples waiting ahead of them. Sam simply went up to the reservations clerk and asked for their table, slipping a fifty to the girl. She surreptitiously glanced at the bill in her hand, then raised an eyebrow, but she promised them a table in twenty minutes. Sam announced they would be in the bar, and escorted Tina through the side entrance. Sam led Tina to a pair of barstools and he heard eyeballs click as the other men in the bar snapped around to watch the beautiful girl sashay into the bar. Tina was even more nervous, being underage, but the simple yet sophisticated look paid off. The bartender never bothered with carding her, but simply took their orders. As Tina slid onto the barstool, the tops of her stockings flashed at him briefly and Sam felt a bead of sweat pop on his forehead as he tried not to stare. He crossed his legs, trying to hide the hardon which was causing his pants to tent up. Sam knocked back his gin and tonic nervously while Tina sipped at her daiquiri, then ordered a second. It arrived by the time they were called to their table, so Sam laid a twenty on the bar and they carried their drinks into the dining room. Tina led the way, while her host tried in vain to adjust his cock so it wouldn't be obvious to the entire world. Tina began to worry that her boss was a heavy drinker when Sam ordered another round from the waitress who seated them, but her fears proved unfounded. Sam nursed his third drink, content to have hidden his rampant manhood. When they ordered dinners of prime rib and shrimp, he ordered a bottle of Portuguese Rose' and nothing more to drink. Afterwards, over cheesecake, Tina had Irish Coffee, while Sam contented himself with an Earl Gray tea. Neither of them would ever recall what they talked about over supper, except that it hadn't been about work. Sam asked Tina lots of questions about her life, as short as it had been, and seemed enchanted by simply talking to a pretty young girl. He laughed when she asked him about the Sixties, replying, "Jesus, Tina, just how old do you think I am?! I was all of thirteen at the time of Woodstock!" Tina laughed nervously, afraid that she had insulted him, but Sam simply laughed and shook his head in surprise. Then he had told her about the Seventies, a time when he had been in college, and some of the many stunts he had pulled in his fraternity house. "The best practical jokes are the simple ones, where you only need a simple prop or two and the ability to keep a straight face. Like the time a buddy of mine busted his leg and ended up on crutches. Well, we got him drunk one night, and while he was passed out, I took one of the crutches. See, the adjustment holes for the thumbscrews were set an inch apart, so I pulled off one of the rubber tips and sawed a half-inch off the leg, then put the tip back on. No matter what he did, he could never adjust it so he was level!" Tina laughed and Sam went on with another story about putting a dead mouse in a secretary's desk in Saratoga. "The really funny part was that it backfired on us. We kept asking her to get stuff out of the desk, and she would do it blind, simply reaching in and handing it to us without ever looking. Damnedest thing I ever saw!" It was almost eleven by the time the pair finished dawdling over their coffee and tea and left. As they headed for the front door of the restaurant, Sam considered asking Tina back into the bar for a nightcap. He was on the verge of asking when he caught a reflection of himself in a mirror and reality set in. There was no way such a beautiful young girl, his employee, no less, would consider dancing with a has-been with kids older than her. He had a sad smile on his face as he escorted Tina back to her car and held the door for her. Tina couldn't understand what had caused him to become so depressed, and wondered if she should have invited him in to the bar. Maybe if she had danced a slow dance with him, she'd have felt that interesting looking erection press against her. She had never really paid attention to men's organs before, being content to be sexually satisfied with other women, but as she and Heather had discussed, maybe she wasn't hard-core, simply bi in nature. What if Sam could be that male lover that would break down any barriers and show her that a man could fuck her as well as a woman? A sideways glance at Sam's crotch showed that his erection had returned in full force, and that Sam was trying in vain to keep from staring at her legs and profile in the moonlight. Sam allowed Tina to unlock the door to her apartment, noting that another car was in the driveway to the main house, but that the lights were out. He let her go inside first, but any nerve he had left departed as they stood in the small foyer. He had to clear his throat before he could mumble, "See you in the morning." He turned away as she said 'Good night.' and went into her bedroom closing the door behind her. ------- Chapter 6 Sam looked at the couch, debating opening it up, but decided that it wasn't the first couch he had slept on, and probably wouldn't be the last. He kicked off his shoes and tossed his jacket and tie onto an armchair, then opened the patio door and stepped outside. It was a warm night, and the moon was full, and Sam unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it inside onto the chair. He took off his socks while standing, then undid his belt, coming back into the living room to go to sleep. In her room, Tina stared at her dresser mirror, wondering what could be wrong with Sam. He had seemed so alive during dinner, but something had happened as they had left the table, and now he seemed so out of it. Was it something she did, something she said? Confused, Tina unzipped her dress and put it on a hanger. Then, still clad in her underwear, stockings and heels, she slipped on a long silk robe. She rummaged through the closet and found some spare blankets and a pillow. Holding the robe closed with one hand, she took the bundle of bedclothes into the living room. She stared as Sam returned from the small balcony and noticed her. Her breath caught as she saw his slim and wiry physique enter the room, walking towards her. His chest muscles were hard and he had a surprising amount of chest hair, considering how thin he was getting up top. Tina dropped the blankets nervelessly, her hand letting go of the front of her robe, and it opened up, displaying her in her lingerie. She had never seen anything more exciting than the sight of this older man, half naked and fully aroused, moving towards her so purposefully. Sam stared as Tina came into the room carrying the blankets and pillow. Then he saw her drop the armload and her arms fell to her sides. The thin robe opened to show she had been wearing a tiny, lacy red bra and panty set and stockings, a sight that affected him powerfully. He continued onwards, but at each step the idea of retrieving the bedding moved further and further away. By the time he was within arm's reach, it had been replaced by a desire to take Tina into his arms. He reached out slowly and Tina stepped forward hesitantly. Then they were in each other's arms and there was no more hesitation. Sam moved his face forward and felt his lips touching Tina's, at first gently, but then Tina surged into his arms and the pair began devouring each other. Sam's hands moved to the tall brunette's shoulders and peeled back the silk bathrobe, sliding it down her arms to fall to the floor. Then, holding her against him with an arm around her back, he slid his free hand between them, to unclasp her bra and peel it away from the mounds of flesh it contained. He was momentarily slowed in this effort when he realized that one of Tina's hands was between them as well, fumbling open his pants, but he managed to remove the red lace and toss it aside without disturbing her work. Tina gasped as she felt Sam's lips close on hers, and she opened her mouth to allow his questing tongue entry. Their tongues dueled as she twisted her face to best meet his, and when she felt her new lover remove her robe, she moved her hands between them and began undoing his pants. She had never undressed a man before, but the principle seemed the same as with a woman, and she undid the snap at the waistband, then began unzipping them. She slid a hand through the opening as they began to slide down Sam's thighs to stroke the cock rigid inside his briefs, then grasped the waistband firmly and pushed them down off his hips to his thighs. She was surprised to feel Sam's erect prick surge forward to slap her belly, and when she placed a hand on it she was amazed by how hot it felt, throbbing in her hand. The skin seemed so smooth and soft, and it seemed to her inexperienced fingers to be too large to ever fit inside her. Feeling Tina's hand caress his straining cock took Sam over the edge. Reaching between them he grasped the front of the thong panties and swung his arm back violently, shredding the lace and tearing it free. Tina shivered and gasped as she was exposed totally, then Sam had her in his arms, lowering her to the couch. She barely had time to position herself with her legs apart when Sam moved between her legs. His cockhead slapped against her belly briefly, then he took aim and thrust his cock into her cunt. There had been no foreplay, but none was needed; Tina was so excited and aroused that Sam slipped inside in a single plunge. Their lips continued playing with each other, though they both began moaning as Sam moved his hips back and forth, driving in and out, in and out. It had been over four years since he had last had a woman, and his need drove any thought of gentleness from him. He was fucking like he hadn't fucked since his honeymoon, and only Tina's desire could make her pussy slick and wet enough to accept him. Tina was overwhelmed by what her body was feeling. She had been with numerous other girls, from junior high school on, and she had lost her cherry to a dildo years ago, but nothing had ever felt like this. She writhed under Sam's body, wrapping her long legs around his waist as she grasped his back and shoulders, wanting desperately to hold him against her forever, to prolong the feelings which washed through her body. Sam said nothing as he bucked against her crotch. It was Tina who spoke, but nothing more than, "Oh, Sam! Yes, Sam, yes!" She had her first orgasm moments after her penetration, riding through it, then settled back for a second, feeling it build as Sam neared his own. She released her grip on his back, bringing her hands up and cupping them behind Sam's neck, and Sam arched his back, crying out a feral scream as his hips churned. Tina could feel his cock expand inside her pussy, then she felt the spasms as he began spurting his come deep within her. The moment seemed to last forever, as the much younger girl came again, her own hips bucking up against Sam's, driving his cock even deeper inside, draining her lover's balls. Sam collapsed wordlessly against Tina, limply nuzzling the girl's neck, and Tina began to catch her breath as she moved her stocking clad legs from around his waist. She was astounded to notice that through it all, she had kept her high heels on, and she took the breather to kick them to the floor. She gently wrapped her legs around Sam's legs, an act which seemed to rouse him. It was not precisely the response she wanted. Sam groaned as he stirred himself alive. "I must be out of my fucking mind!" Sam struggled upright to sit on the couch, Tina's legs now wrapped around his waist. He rubbed his hands across his face. "What the hell am I doing?" Tina looked at her boss in horror and burst into tears. She twisted away and buried her head in the couch, her legs still around Sam, and began sobbing loudly. Sam looked at her, realizing that his unthinking words must have hurt her terribly, and reached out to caress her shoulder. She shrugged him away, and Sam became more forceful, pulling her upright and holding her against his chest. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. That came out wrong. It's all right." Tina blubbered, "I've wanted to be with you for so long now... It was never... I've never... oh, I hate you!" She began punching his chest, and Sam was forced to grab her wrists to prevent any hurt. Sam smiled and held her close. "No, no, it's all right, please, stop punching me and I'll explain. Okay?" He continued rocking the girl until she calmed down. She looked tearfully into his face, and he continued. "Listen, I'm not sorry about this. I sure never planned it, but I'm not sorry at all. It's just... this complicates things all around. Can you understand that?" "Why, because you're my boss?", she asked. "That's just the tip of the iceberg, Tina. I wish it was that simple." "You mean like the company?" Sam exhaled loudly. "Yeah, like the company. Like my kids. Like my in-laws who own the company with me. Don't misunderstand me, honey, but it's not like I can just waltz in to headquarters on Monday and announce, la di dah, that I'm sleeping with my teenage secretary. Do you realize that you're the first woman I've been with since my wife died? Some of her brothers and sisters will not appreciate this, not one little bit." Tina looked at Sam and spoke slowly. "Sam, you're a complicated guy, and you think complicated things. I'm a simple girl, and I think simple things. What do you want me to do? I can drive you over to the Holiday Inn and we can try to forget this ever happened. Or, we can get off this lumpy couch and go into my bedroom. It's your choice." Sam smiled ruefully. "It really is a simple choice, isn't it? For better or worse, the genie is out of the bottle, Tina. I don't think we can forget, or at least I don't think I can. If you'd let me, I'd like to stay." Tina wrapped her arms around Sam's neck and began kissing him passionately. "Right answer, Sam, right answer!" The pair kissed for a few minutes more, and Sam was surprised as his limp dick began stiffening. Tina noticed it as well, and a worried look came over her pretty face. "Uh, Sam, I hate to bring this up now, I mean after we just, well... I'm not using birth control. Would you have any rubbers?" Sam was surprised that this beautiful girl didn't have any protection. "I'm safe, Tina.", he announced. "I had a vasectomy fifteen years ago. As for other things, well, I haven't been with a woman besides Lee since before AIDS, and she was faithful, too. Uh, well, should I be worried?" Tina shook her head in the negative. "Sam, I've never done this before." Sam gaped in amazement. "Oh my God! Tina, why didn't you say something? Of all the guys in the world, why me? You should have said something, I'd have, well..." "What, Sam?", she asked innocently, ignoring the first part of the question. Sam blushed. "Well, I'd have made you enjoy it more, if nothing else!" She grinned. "You mean it gets better? Goody! I can't wait." She laughed at her lover's expression, then hugged him fiercely. "Oh, Sam, it was wonderful! Really, I had no idea it was so good. I'd have given it up years ago if I'd known!" Tina decided to delay announcing her apparent bisexuality for another time. Sam had received too many shocks already that evening. She crawled off the couch and stood up, holding his hand, and Sam allowed himself to be pulled upright. "Please, Sam, let's go to bed. Please make love to me again.", she begged. ------- Neither of the pair slept much that night. It was already past two in the morning when Tina rolled down the covers and they slipped beneath the sheets. This time Sam took his time with Tina, exploring her body with his hands and lips. He ran his hands along her breasts, cupping them and lifting them to his hungry mouth, suckling and chewing gently on her large and pert nipples. The teen's body ached with her orgasms as he slid first one, then a second finger into her drenched and come-filled pussy. Tina did much the same, stroking and jacking his cock, her fingers slick with his pre-come. Finally, when Sam was beyond endurance, he carefully climbed atop her sprawling form and directed her to place his cockhead into her eagerly grasping cunt. It was tighter than he could ever remember his late wife's, but his earlier come enabled him to delay his next orgasm until he had taken her through three peaks of an extended climax. When he finally began spewing an endless load of jism into her spasming cunt, Tina was whimpering in pleasure. Sam rolled, exhausted, off Tina's shaking body and cuddled her in his arms until she fell asleep. A few hours later, it was Tina who woke up her boss. She found herself still cuddled inside his arms, her head on his chest as he snored lightly, and was deliriously happy to be lying with him. She moved her hand from where it had been resting on his chest, sliding it under the covers down to his come-encrusted crotch, gently resting her palm on the velvety smooth skin of his limp cock. She was amazed as it began to rapidly stiffen, the shaft filling her small hand, and she instinctively began pumping it lightly. Sam began to awaken, his snores turning to sleepy murmurs of contentment, and Tina continued, intent on rousing her new lover to wakefulness. She knew she had succeeded when Sam commented, half-dozing, "Umm, that's nice." Tina was surprised when, as she moved to lay back on the bed and spread her legs, Sam tightened his arms around her and pulled her on top. He grabbed her hips firmly and pushed her down his torso, his knees rising slightly to spread her legs, and Tina found his cock pushing insistently inside her cunt. She gasped as Sam began bucking gently upwards, fucking her from beneath. The both came quietly after a lazy and slow fuck. The final act was in the morning, when Sam woke to find himself snuggled spoon fashion against his secretary's warm and slim posterior. He wrapped his arms around the snoozing girl, and Tina held his hands against her, reveling in the warmth. Sam began to stiffen as he moved behind Tina, and moved his hands slightly to begin caressing her big tits. Tina began to moan as her nipples hardened, reaching between her legs to begin diddling her clit. At Sam's silent direction, she lifted a leg, and Sam's cock slipped between her thighs, to begin knocking on the door of her cunt. She reached lower and helped him, guiding his cock into her come-drenched pussy, and Sam fucked her doggy-style on her side. She came twice more before he began shaking, his cock spasming as he climaxed inside her twat. Afterwards, while Sam collapsed back onto the bed, Tina crawled out of the bedcovers and went into the bathroom, to clean and dress for work. Sam snoozed a few moments longer, then arose himself. He found the bathroom deserted and showered, then scrounged up enough clean clothing to wear to the office. He packed his clothing and joined Tina in the kitchen. Sitting, he poured himself some cereal and juice, then looked across the table. He gave the girl a wry smile and said, "I must be out of my ever-loving mind." Tina looked at him with surprise. "Didn't we have this conversation last night?" "Yeah, but that's not what I'm talking about. It's you, you're just so damn beautiful. Girls who look like you go out with movie stars and rock stars and whatnot, not middle-aged businessmen old enough to be your father. This sort of thing simply doesn't happen to guys like me!", he protested. "Sam, you are simply so full of shit!", she protested with a laugh. "You're a sexy guy!" "Honey, even when I was young and in my prime, I wasn't all that prime.", Sam continued. "You think too little of yourself, Cyrano. Roxanne is really quite attracted to you." Tina stood and dumped the dishes in the sink, then led Sam outside. He noticed a car in the driveway across from the apartment, but thankfully, nobody seemed awake. They drove to the office in silence. As they neared the office, he said, "Tina, we have to keep this quiet, at least until I sort some things out. Can you understand that? I'm not trying to hide this, or be ashamed or something. I just want to sort some things out. All right?" Tina smiled and nodded in understanding. "Work is work, and bed is bed. As long as things are moving forward, let's see how it goes. Sam nodded in agreement. ------- Chapter 7 "Okay, Daddy, no wild parties. See you tomorrow." Lizzie Charles hit the button on the portable phone and turned it off, then tossed it onto the grass. She was laying on a reclining lawn chair wearing only the bottom half of a bikini; the top had been tossed onto the grass as well. The Charles' house was a large ranch located on five acres of mostly wooded property in the southern end of Ballston Spa, and Sam had put in a high fence around the back yard when they had put in the swimming pool. It was as private as could be imagined, and his daughter almost always sunned herself topless. Bottomless on occasion, too, but that afternoon, she simply had pulled her bikini down to mid-thigh. She glistened with oil. "What about no wild parties?", asked Olivia Demarest. She was lying face down on a beach blanket, completely nude. A third friend, Teresa Marks, lay next to her, topless. Both girls had a sheen of tanning oil. The sun was dying, but it was a warm day, and nobody felt like moving. Lizzie adjusted her sunglasses, then looked over. "My father's car broke down, or something. Anyway, he's stuck down in Oneonta for the night and won't be coming home until tomorrow. He say's I'm to behave and not have any wild parties." "That sucks.", commented Teresa. "So what are you going to do?" "Have a wild party, what else!" Lizzie grinned and sat upright. "Hand me that phone again." She dialed a number from memory. "Jimmy?... Yeah, it's me... Want to come to a party? My place... Right now... Yeah, bring some pizza and beer... That's the idea... A whole box?... Great!... Se ya'" "A whole box of what?", asked Olivia, looking at her friend over the tops of her sunglasses. "Rubbers, what else!" Lizzie laughed and stood. "Come on, we've got some calls to make. You guys have to call your moms and tell them you're staying over, then we've got to call a few more guys, and get Deb over here as well. Let's go!" Laughing, the other two girls jumped up and dived into the pool to wash off the suntan lotion. By the time they had surfaced and climbed out, their friend had already begun making telephone calls. The plan was simple, every guy was told to bring pizza and beer. The four girls would provide all the entertainment they could ask for. Half an hour later, Deb Trasker showed up carrying a small gym bag. She was wearing shorts and a tank top, and a lacy bra peeked out of the top. She followed the other girls inside and upstairs to Lizzie's room, where the others were dressing for the party. Dressing proved very simple. All four teens were cheerleaders, the self-described 'Slut Squad'. Deb peeled off her clothes and discarded her bra and panties, then pulled her shorts and tank top back on. Teresa borrowed a pair of shorts and a halter top from Lizzie, and Olivia pulled her own shorts and T-shirt back on with nothing underneath. Lizzie pulled on a very short denim miniskirt, then pulled on a blouse, tying it at the waist but otherwise leaving it unbuttoned and open. Now they looked like what they called themselves, sluts getting ready for a night of wild fucking. All four were beautiful young women, with tight and trim bodies and great figures. Deb was the ringleader of sorts, but tonight it was Lizzie's party. Once the foursome had dressed, they headed downstairs. To ease cleanup, it was decided to have the party outside, around the pool. By seven, the guys had started to show up, each of them bringing a boxed pizza or two and one or two six-packs of beer. The first guy that Lizzie had called, Jimmy Stevens, was on the football team and had a father who owned a drug store. He tossed a large case of Trojans onto the picnic table with a big grin, then grabbed a beer and headed over to where Lizzie was talking to another guy, also on the football team. As he got closer, he saw that his friend had a hand inside Lizzie's open blouse, where it was cupping and fondling one of the buxom girl's tits. He said hello, then slipped his free hand inside her blouse. Lizzie smiled as the waves of pleasure washed through her, and moved so that both boys could fondle her, then reached down and grabbed their cocks through their pants. Neither boy was jealous, since they both knew they'd be getting well laid. By eight, the sun was nothing more than a red line of clouds in the west, and the party was moving into high gear. The four girls had gathered eight guys around them, the beer was flowing, and an awful lot of clothing had been shed. To the casual observer, it would have looked like a full-scale orgy, which was what the night had turned into. In the pool, Teresa seemed to be talking to a pair of guys; up close it was obvious that nobody was dressed, and that while she was giving head to a guy sitting on the edge of the pool, another fellow was behind her, fucking her from the rear. Deb was naked and on her back on a beach blanket, her arms and legs wrapped around the guy who was humping who vigorously. Another boy, temporarily sated, lay a few feet away. Olivia's top had been pulled off, and she knelt between a pair of football players, their pants around their ankles and rubbers on their cocks, and she alternated between them, sucking their latex encased members. The last two teammates had sandwiched Lizzie between them. She was riding Jimmy, one of his dad's rubbers was on his cock and she was straddling his hips, his cock pulsing in her cunt. Behind her, her other friend had let her put the rubber on with her teeth, then he had knelt behind her to stuff it into her asshole. Lizzie had screamed at the surprise attack, but nobody had noticed, and it felt too good to stop. ------- Lizzie Charles woke when the sun climbed above the trees and beamed down on her. She was laying on a beach towel, a used rubber laying scummy on her tits, and squinted as she sat upright. A pleasant soreness suffused her pussy and ass, and she shook her head to clear the cobwebs. A wave of nausea overtook her, and she almost threw up. Finally she was able to control herself, and she slowly looked around. She vaguely remembered most of the guys leaving very late, but Jimmy and Brad were still there, snoring drunkenly, with Olivia and Teresa besides them. Deb must have left with the other guys. Lizzie glanced up at the sun, almost blinding herself, and struggled to her feet. Around her, she gaped at the carnage wrought by the debauchery of the night before. Beer cans and rubbers and wrappers were all over the place, as were numerous items of clothing. She stumbled over to the others and nudged Jimmy in the ribs with a toe. "Come on, get up.", she said. Jimmy ignored her and slept on. She became more insistent, trying to wake up anybody, but it wasn't working. Finally, in desperation, she went to the house and grabbed the garden hose. Turning the water on full blast, she aimed the nozzle at the others and let fly. Moments later, a sputtering foursome began screaming as they woke up. "What the fuck is your problem?!", demanded Brad. "Come on, wake up! My old man is going to be coming home and we've got to clean this place up!", yelled Lizzie. "Come on, get it together!" She dropped the hose and began picking up beer cans. At the announcement that a parent might show up, the others began moving into action. Most of the group had another beer, now warming in a water-filled ice chest, as a 'hair-of-the-dog-that-bit-them'. Since the party had been held outside, Lizzie didn't have to worry about any destruction to the house, but the supply of empty beer cans and filled rubbers was immense. She ran inside and returned with several large trash bags. "Come on! Hurry up!", she demanded, as the others began to clean up. She held a bag open and went over to Brad, who dropped several cans and rubbers into it. "Hey babe, how about some more fun?", he asked with a smile. Watching his hostess prance around in the nude, dried come on her body, was really turning him on. He stepped back a pace and wiggled a new erection at her. "Oh, shit, give me a break!", she replied, then pushed against his chest. Brad tumbled into the pool. He sputtered to the surface, and Lizzie said, "Get all those beer cans and shit out of the pool. Maybe then." Brad laughed and dove for the bottom. Jimmy started laughing at his friend, and Lizzie whirled. "You want to join him?", she yelled. Jimmy stepped back, still laughing, and returned to picking up trash. As they cleaned, the girls tried to determine which of them had gotten the most cock the night before. Aside from the pair that Jimmy and Brad had provided during the sandwich, Lizzie remembered blowing another guy, and fucking two more. Olivia reported a total of four blowjobs and three fucks, and Teresa had claimed two blow jobs, a fuck, and being cornholed in the ass twice. Nobody was really sure about Deb, but from what they had seen, Deb had gotten at least her share of cock. Once Brad had climbed out of the pool with the last of the trash, the three girls jumped in and scrubbed themselves clean. Climbing out, they found the boys with their pants on, bundling the trash bags and tossing them into Jimmy's car. Lizzie took a last look around, and announced things were clean. The other two girls dressed and headed out, leaving Jimmy and Brad standing next to a naked Lizzie. Brad reached out with a hand around Lizzie's waist and pulled her close, with Jimmy reaching up to fondle her big tits. "Hey, babe, remember what you said about when we were through?", asked Brad. He slid a hand down between Lizzie's legs and began playing with her clit. Lizzie jumped, but her flowing cunt juice overcame any objections. Jimmy grinned and began pinching her nipples. "Well?", continued Brad as he mauled her drenched pussy. Lizzie moaned as she collapsed to the grass. Brad and Jimmy pulled their pants down, and Jimmy tossed Brad a fresh rubber. Lizzie assisted the pair in putting them on, then lay back and spread her legs. Her last two fucks of the party were quick, but she came both times. She lay there, tits heaving, as the guys climbed to their feet, grabbed their just used rubbers and their wrappers, and left. ------- Chapter 8 It was Wednesday before Sam returned to the Oneonta office. He arrived at his usual time, fifteen minutes late, and settled into his office. Tina was working, but it seemed to Sam as if she was being stand-offish. 'Shit!', he thought to himself. Something was wrong and he knew perfectly well what it was. He had managed to fuck up for real this time, a major league fuckup. Tina could barely look at him, let alone talk, and it was quietly tense. Mid-afternoon, Margie came into his office and closed the door. "What's with Tina?", she asked. Sam decided to play dumb. Shrugging his shoulders, he replied, "Got me. She say anything to you?" "No. Did you say something to her? She seems like she's avoiding you." "No. How's she been the last couple of days?", asked Sam innocently. "Fine. Just today, is all." "PMS?", asked Sam. Margie laughed. "Sam, you asshole, is that all you guys think of?!" She left his office laughing. At five, Tina brought a couple of files in to Sam's office and said she was going home. Sam simply nodded in confusion, and pulled the files in front of him. Lifting one, he found a handwritten note between them. "My place. Tonight. Please." Startled, Sam stuffed the note in his pocket and stood up. Grabbing his jacket, he headed out. Pulling into Tina's driveway he found her car and the landlord's car, and the landlady, a cute and short redhead, eyed him curiously as he hiked up the stairs to Tina's apartment. He nodded to her, then turned and knocked on Tina's door. A few seconds later, Tina opened the door. Barefoot, and still dressed in her work clothes of slacks and pullover sweater, she seemed much younger and shorter than he remembered. They looked at each other briefly, then she said, "Hi." "Hi. I got your note." "Yeah. You want to come in?" Tina stepped back and Sam entered the small foyer, and Tina closed the door on her landlady's curious stare. "I'm glad you could come by." Sam gave Tina a curious look. "I wasn't sure." Tina wrinkled her brow. "What do you mean?" "Well, today, you were so cold. You hardly said two words to me. Even Margie noticed. I guess you decided maybe things weren't going to work out." Sam looked at his feet, his hands stuffed in his pants pockets. He was too scared to look her in the eye. "What!? Sam, look at me!", she demanded. Sam raised his eyes sheepishly. "Why would you think that? It was your idea to play it cool around the office, remember? I thought that's how you wanted me to act!", she told him. "Uh, you mean, you do want to see me?" "Jesus, Sam, why the hell do you think I asked you over?" Tina grinned as her boss blushed. She stepped towards him, pressing against his chest and pushed him back against the wall. "I figured we could talk or something." Relieved beyond belief, Sam took Tina's hands and held them to the sides. "Or something?" It was Tina's turn to blush, and as she nodded, Sam pushed back, forcing Tina against the opposite wall, his hands pulling hers behind her back. She smiled up at him, and he lowered his face to hers. He brushed his lips against the teen's, then, as she closed her eyes and opened her lips, moved back in, kissing her fiercely. Their tongues dueled as she melted into his arms, and it was a long time before they came up for air. "Or something.", she whispered as she hugged her lover. "I thought you wanted me to play it cool?" "Cool, not cold. Just be yourself, that's all.", he said, hugging her closely. Taking her by the hand, he led Tina into the living room and sank down into a large armchair. He pulled her into his lap and put his arms around her slim waist. Tina wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her face in for another long kiss. "Sorry.", she said when she surfaced next. "It's all right.", said Sam. He began caressing her body with his hands and Tina shuddered at his touch. Sam slipped a hand under the sweater and the girl gasped as he touched her skin. "It's not your fault. I didn't know what to do either." Tina shifted slightly and Sam pulled her sweater over her head. He stared down at her lacy white bra, filled to capacity with her creamy titflesh. He reached around and popped the clasp on the underwire garment and pulled it away; her breasts jiggled proudly and her huge nipples were already stiff with desire. He cupped one of her breasts and ran his fingers over the nipple and Tina sighed. "God, you are so beautiful!", he exclaimed. Lowering his face to her chest, he began to lick and suckle on her bare breasts. Tina began squirming on his lap, her clit aching for release, and began to fumble with Sam's tie. She lost her concentration when Sam reached down and began to unzip her slacks. Arching her back, she lifted off his lap and allowed him to tug her pants and panties off, then spread her legs as he began fingering her cunt. His middle finger began flicking across her clit and she gasped, her hands pulling his face to her aroused tits, and Sam took her through one orgasm after another. "Oh, Sam, so good, so good..." Sam relented after her third come, and Tina sagged against his chest, her tits heaving as she caught her breath. She stared at him with blank eyes while he grinned and pulled off his tie, tossing it on top of her own clothes. Galvanized by his actions, she unbuttoned his shirt, then shifted on his lap and undid his pants, reaching inside to wrap her fingers around his cock. She pumped it gently, then stood and grabbed his pants, pulling them down and off his legs. She took him by the hand to lead him into her bedroom, but was surprised when he pulled her back to his lap. She looked at him curiously, as he slouched down lower in the chair, then pulled her into a straddling position. She brought her knees up and knelt over him, then lowered her drenched pussy down onto his cock. Sam grabbed her by the hips and shoved her down hard, slamming into her tight twat, and Tina cried out as she came again when her clit rubbed against the base of his cock. Bouncing madly, she stared as Sam grabbed both her tits and began to suck the nipples, first one, then the other. "Fuck me! Fuck me!", she cried until Sam groaned and bucked up into her grasping cunt, spewing his come upwards. Afterwards, the pair collapsed into the armchair while Sam's cock softened and then slipped loose, followed by a heavy mixture of come and cunt juice. Both were covered by a thin film of sweat and their breathing was rough and raspy. Sam was the first one to speak. "Or something!" Tina giggled and nuzzled his neck. Sitting upright, she commented, "I don't know why, but all of a sudden I'm hungry. You?" "Ravenous." She climbed off his lap. "Give me a minute and I'll see what's in the kitchen." She grabbed her clothing and scampered into her bedroom, leaving the door open. Sam slowly got to his feet and pulled off his shirt, then pulled his pants back on, leaving his underwear on the floor. He looked into her bedroom but didn't see her, so he continued on to the kitchen. Looking in the pantry, he found a number of cans and boxes, mostly labeled "Single Serving". A minute later, Tina came out of her bathroom, still naked, and pulled a short terry robe from her closet, slipping it on as she joined Sam in the kitchen. Opening the freezer compartment of the refrigerator, she pulled out a frozen pizza. Noticing her boss looking through the cupboard, she commented, "I don't get a lot of people staying over and eating in." She turned on the oven and put the pizza in. "I'm not complaining, honey, I used to be a bachelor way back when. You make a big meal and it goes bad before you finish it off." Tina nodded in agreement. Eyeing his attire, she asked, "Why'd you put your pants back on? Going somewhere?" "Hmm? No, it's just, well, guys tend to stick to the furniture afterwards, if you get my drift." Tina giggled and reached over to give his still soft cock a jiggle through his trousers, then poured iced tea for both of them. They continued talking as the pizza cooked, then settled in around the kitchen table to eat. As she moved around, the small robe kept opening up, and Tina had to keep tightening the belt. Finally, after about the umpteenth time, Sam laughed and reached over, opening it completely. Tina laughed and shrugged out of it, to sit naked. Sam's eyes greedily took in her slim yet busty form. Looking down, he was amazed to see her pubic bush trimmed short, in a heart shaped pattern. It had been his experience that inexperienced women, which Tina proclaimed to be, didn't shave their pussies erotically. "Uh, that's interesting.", he commented. Tina noticed what Sam was staring at and swiveled in her chair to face him. She spread her legs wide, letting him get a good look. "You like? A friend did that for me." A confused Sam said, "A friend? But I thought you said I was your first guy..." He trailed off in bafflement. "I did." "But, then..." Tina laughed and rapped him lightly on the head with a knuckle. "That's right, Sam, you are my first guy. Think about it." Sam sipped at his tea absent-mindedly as the answer bubbled upwards in his brain. Finally understanding, he gasped and inhaled his tea, which came zooming out his nose as he began coughing and hacking, his eyes wild with comprehension. Tina laughed uproariously as she handed him a towel. "Jesus, Tina, you mean... you... Jesus!" He wiped his face off and stared at her. "You mean, you're..." "The term is bisexual, Sam. I guess I am." She stood and cleaned the remnants of their dinner off the table, then sat down next to him again. Sam stared at the naked beauty. "You guess?" Tina shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose so. Until I met you, I thought I was a lesbian. You turned me on so much, I started playing with myself while looking at your picture. Since I like fucking you, I guess that means I go both ways." "Jesus Christ! I mean, you... you don't look... Jesus Christ!", Sam shook his head, trying to understand it all. "I don't look like what, Sam, a lesbian? What does a lesbian look like, Sam?", she asked. "Shit, I don't know. Not like you!" Sam knew he was making little sense, and correctly figured that Tina was laughing her ass off at his expense. "Shit!" Tina took pity on him and led him to the bedroom, lying down next to him on the bed. She crawled on top and looked up at him from her position on his chest. "It's all right, Sam. Haven't you ever met anybody gay before? You must have." Sam nodded. "Yeah, sure. I've got a cousin that I'm about 99 percent sure is gay." "You like him?" "Yeah, I love him. He's a hell of a nice guy. We used to smoke dope together back when we were kids. And a buddy over at Hudson Valley Community College I know for a fact is gay. Great guy. I've just never known a woman who was, well, a lesbian.", he admitted. "Well, maybe I'm not completely gay, Sam. You sure get me going." "What did you mean when you said you got off by playing with yourself to a picture of me? Where did you get a picture of me?", he asked, staring into her deep brown eyes. Tina scrambled upright, to sit facing him with her legs crossed Indian fashion. Sam stared at her pubic heart, now gaping wide to show her pink cunt tunnel. She pointed across the room to where a computer sat on a small desk. "I got onto the Internet and went to the company website. You're right there on the bio page." Sam knew immediately the picture she was referring to, it had been taken at a sales dinner for advertising purposes. He stared at Tina in disbelief. "You're kidding me, right?" Tina laughed and rolled across the bed, then stood and turned on her computer. "Watch!", she announced, as it booted up, then she clicked on the browser icon and linked to the Internet. Sam was astonished when he saw her click on 'Favorites' and pop directly to his bio page, his picture filling the screen. "See? I would sit here and play with myself while staring at your face!", she announced. To Sam this made about as much sense as if she announced that the Martians were landing. "Lady, you're nuts!" She looked back over her shoulder haughtily. "Oh, really? Well, Mister Charles, seeing that picture makes me so horny, I'd better take care of things myself, since you aren't being very useful!" With that said, Tina turned her back on Sam and cupped her breasts with both hands, lifting them and rubbing her fingers across her nipples. Sam stared in wild disbelief as Tina began pleasuring herself. His cock swelling in his pants, he crawled across the bed to a position where he could watch her. "Show me.", he croaked out from suddenly dry lips. In response, Tina stared at the screen through half-slitted eyes and lifted one of her mammoth breasts up, lowering her face so that she could extend her tongue and lick the nipple. She alternated tits and Sam watched as a red flush began sweeping over her chest. Moments later, she lowered her right arm and moved the fingers of her right hand between her legs. Spreading her thighs wide, she began probing her pussy, rubbing her clit fiercely as she cupped both tits with her left hand. She began moaning and squirming before Sam's disbelieving eyes, stopping only when she gasped and sagged backwards onto the bed, both hands feverishly working her puffy and sloppy cunt. Drained, she looked across at him. "Oh, that was good!", she announced. "Holy shit!", said her bedmate. Sam ripped his pants off and twisted her around on the bed, then crawled on top of her. Shoving his cock into her wet tunnel, he began giving the girl the fucking of her young life, and Tina began moaning again in a renewed orgasm. 'This is so much better!', she thought to herself, as Sam pounded against her. ------- Chapter 9 "This is music?", asked Sam. It had been two weeks since he and Tina had become involved, and Lizzie's spending the weekend at her friends had enabled him to spend the weekend with Tina. He was sitting on her couch with her lying down, her head on his lap, and the stereo was blasting in the background. He tried to ignore the strident blaring from the speakers as he lazily traced a finger across the bones in her face. Tina's eyes opened with a twinkle. "You don't like it? That's Weezer! They're a garage band!" "A garbage band? How appropriate?", he replied. Tina laughed. "Garage, Sam! God, you really are old!" Sam laughed in response, and Tina persisted. "What do you listen to?", she asked. "Me? Country." "Ack! What, maybe you play the songs backwards and your girlfriend, dog, and pickup truck all come home?", she teased. Sam snorted and answered in a deep Southern drawl, "Damn Yankees! Nuthin' but a dam bunch uv cahpet-baggas!" Tina's eyes widened at the change in Sam's speech. "Where did that come from?" "Wha', dam, guhl, I was yoah age afore I learnt that Damn 'n Yankee was two sepret wuhds!" "You're from the South?" "Sho' 'nuff dahlin'" Sam grinned down at the girl lying with her head in his lap. By the time Sam knocked, Tina had changed into tight jeans and a thin cotton halter top. As he had moved his hands over her gently, Sam had managed to untie the halter, though it was still softly draped over her chest. It covered everything while hiding nothing. Now, as she moved and looked up at him, her tits jiggled the fabric enticingly. "Since when?", she demanded. Sam reverted to his regular accent. "Since before you were born! I'm from Atlanta, honey. Down home, y'all are the ones who talk funny!" "No shit!" "No shit. I came North to go to school.", he explained. "You don't talk like that, I mean, regularly." Tina gave him a skeptical look. Sam shrugged. "I lost the accent back in college; I can gain and lose an accent in a couple of weeks. Hell, when I was your age, I was known as 'Tex.' Lee hated it.", he admitted. It was the first time Tina could recall Sam talking about his family. "What was she like, Sam? Do I look like her, is that why you noticed me?", she asked softly. Sam shook his head. "Not even close." At her questioning look, he expanded. "Well, she was all of five foot five, for one thing, with real curly hair for another." Glancing down at her barely covered chest, he smiled and said, "She wasn't built like you either. Trust me! She was very outgoing, very trusting, very religious. To be fair, she wasn't all that brilliant, but I didn't marry her for that. She was marvelous with children, and I knew even as a kid I wanted children of my own, a family. She was a terrific mother, far more patient than I could ever be. She was a good person." "What are your children like?" Tina asked. "Jenny took after my mom.", replied Sam. It took Tina several seconds to puzzle out that Jenny had been his dead older daughter. "I look like my mom as well, and when she was born, the nurse said she looked like me. I took one look and saw this red face yelling at everybody, and I said she looked like my mother! Lee laughed and agreed." Tina giggled at the description of his mother. "And the others?" "Well, Sammy's about your age. He's a sophomore over at Rochester, studying electrical engineering. He looks like the mailman, we think. He's just like me, a real geek. Lizzie looks just like all the women in her mom's family, which means that she's got it up here now, but ten years from now, it'll be all down here." He gestured with his hands moving them from his chest to his waist. "She's a class A goof.", he said with a smile. "Have you told them anything about me?", she asked. Sam shook his head. "I don't see Sammy except at breaks, but I don't really know how to even bring up the subject. I did mention you to a couple of Lee's brothers, though." "Oh? I thought you said that was the complicated part." He nodded. "Yeah. It went over somewhere like between a bomb and a large rock. Dickie was in Albany the other day, so I broke it to him and Derrick. The reception was somewhat mixed." Tina looked at him quizzically. "Dickie thinks I'm the luckiest son of a bitch in town, since he's seen you and thinks you're sexy." Tina blushed. "Derrick thinks I'm an idiot for becoming involved with someone at work." Tina saw the pain in his face, and replied, "Sam, I don't want to cause you any trouble. Can't we just keep this our secret?" "No, sooner or later it'd come out. Besides, I can't keep you hidden, like I'm ashamed of you, it's not fair to you. It's my problem, I'll handle it." "So what happens next?" "Well, like I said, I told Derrick and Dickie. Secret or no secret, one of them will tell his wife. From then on, it's in the hands of the Busby wives. They'll all know in a week. After that, who knows? Somebody's going to start asking me questions. Listen, it's not about you, either because you're so much younger or that you work for me. Some of those guys simply won't like the idea of me cheating on their sister, even if she has been dead four years." "I'm sorry, Sam." "Don't be. I'm a big boy. Maybe I needed to stop mourning anyway. I do care for you, Tina; I just don't know where this is headed. I can't play games anymore, I'm too old for that. Whatever happens, I don't want you to ever say you're sorry." Tina's eyes filled with tears. "Oh, Sam, I'm so sorry I've caused you trouble. I never meant to hurt you, I swear!" Sam stared at the girl, then laughed. "Hurt me? You haven't hurt me! Good God, girl, you're the best thing that's happened to me in years! Have I told you today how beautiful you are?" Tina laughed. "You're a guy! You simply like big tits!" Sam began tracing her features with a feathery touch. "I like brown hair. And brown eyes. And lush lips." Tina nipped at his finger with her teeth and Sam pulled away, then traced down to her shoulders. Moving his fingers down her sides, he continued on to her hips. "A slim figure, nice hips, long, long legs." Then Sam grabbed the front of her halter, pulling it away and tossing it aside. "And really, REALLY, big tits!" Tina laughed, then let out a gasp, arching her back as her lover thrust a hand between her legs and cupped her pussy through her jeans, lowering his face to her breasts to begin sucking her nipples. As he chewed and sucked her nipples, he ground the heel of his hand into her cunt, feeling the moist heat of her inflamed pussy through the thin denim. Tina thrashed in his lap, writhing as he made her orgasm, crying weakly, "Oh, Sam! Oh, Sam!" He relented after she came the second time, and the girl sagged back, her tits heaving, wet and redly marked with bite marks. Sam let the girl rest for a moment, then moved his fingers to unbutton her jeans. Tina started and grabbed his hand. "Oh, Sam, now I'm really sorry. I should have told you. It's, well, it's that time." She blushed fiercely. Sam's eyes goggled briefly, then he said, "Oops." "Now I feel so shitty. You got me off and now I can't return the favor.", she continued. "Er, well, you could, I suppose..." Sam trailed off, now knowing how she would react to his idea. It wasn't always popular with some women. Now it was Tina's turn to look startled. Her eyes widened, and she twisted around on the couch to glance at her boyfriend's crotch, where a large lump displayed Sam's condition perfectly. "Oh! You mean... ?" "Hey, baby, it's up to you." She reached up and rubbed Sam's erection through his trousers, eliciting a breathy moan from his lips and a twitch in his pants. "Sam, would you like me to suck your cock? I have to warn you, I've never done it before, so I don't know if I'll do it right.", she said. Sam smiled down at her as she rubbed his cock. "I sort of guessed that you hadn't, right? I'd love a blow job right now. Hell, I'd probably kill for a blow job!" "Uh, okay." Slightly scared but incredibly curious, Tina sat up and twisted around to face Sam, then unzipped his pants. Sam lifted off the couch to allow the teen room to pull his pants and briefs down, then kicked them to the floor. He removed his shirt and lay back on the couch naked, and Tina stared at his cock, now waving in the breeze coming from the open patio door. She gingerly grasped the shaft and pumped it lightly, a strangely tentative action considering the many times she had already stroked him during foreplay. A small bead of pre-cum formed at the tip. She glanced up at his eyes. "Go ahead, honey, lick it, taste it.", he said. Tina extended her tongue delicately and flicked the tip across his glans, taking in the bead. The taste seemed kind of bland, but not unpleasant, and she looked up at Sam again. She was amazed to see his eyes closed blissfully, a silly grin on his face. She gave his cockshaft another quick pump and was rewarded with another small bead of pre-cum. She licked this up as well. She repeated the process another couple of times while Sam sighed. "That's all I have to do?", she asked in confusion. Sam opened his eyes and smiled down at her. "It's a hell of a start, babe. Now, why don't you just open your mouth and put my cockhead inside. Just be careful with the teeth, okay? You can suck on the end and jack me off." Tina made a small mental shrug and turned back to Sam's cock. 'This isn't so hard!', she thought. 'What's the big deal?' Wrapping her lips around Sam's cockhead, she began sucking as if it were a big straw, making sure her teeth never touched him, and began to firmly jack on his cockshaft with both hands, all the while swirling her tongue around his glans. She was surprised by how firm his cock became at her ministrations, and by how much her lover seemed to enjoy it. He placed both his hands in her hair and began gently guiding her motions. "Oh, baby, yeah... just like that... that's so nice... oh, yeah... that's it..." Sam began to whisper his appreciation as he began squirming on the couch. Tina was especially surprised at how much this was turning her on. The realization that she was turning her much more experienced lover into a babbling idiot proved a powerful aphrodisiac. She felt her pussy moistening, heating up in her own impending orgasm. "Oh, baby... don't stop, don't stop... more, more... that's it...", whispered Sam as he neared climax. Then it occurred. In a much louder voice, he gasped out, "Take it, take it!" Tina came out of her pleasant concentration on the pulsing of her own cunt as she realized something interesting was happening. Suddenly she felt Sam's entire cock seem to throb and expand, and then her mouth filled with a warm fluid, thicker, sweeter, and saltier than the pre-cum she had been slurping. Startled, the busty girl tried to back off, and gagged slightly as Sam's hands held her in place. The gagging lasted only a moment, though, as she caught the rhythm of his ejaculation, and she settled in to finish him off as she enjoyed the small come she was experiencing at the same time. Some of Sam's jism escaped her lips and drooled down his cock and onto her fingers. When Sam seemed to be done, she pulled away and licked his shaft and her hands clean, then swallowed his come. "Oh, baby...", Sam whispered. Tina looked up at him and smiled. "I guess that was okay." "Shit, that was way beyond okay, honey!", he exclaimed. "That was like, super-okay, mega-okay... Uh, thank you. Are you all right with this?" "Yeah, sure, what's the big deal, Sam? Why is this such a big deal to guys, and how come most women hate it? It was kind of fun." Sam grinned idiotically and looked to the ceiling. "Thank you God!" He looked back down at Tina. "Honey, I don't know, but guys just like blowjobs. It's not the same thing as screwing, it's just different. And, I can't explain why some women don't like it. Most religions say that it's wrong, I suppose, and a lot of girls are taught it's 'dirty', and I guess some women simply don't like the taste." He shrugged pleasantly. "If you enjoyed it, that's absolutely terrific." "Yeah, I liked it.", she admitted. "The taste is sort of strange, but not bad, and I liked making you happy. Guess what? I came, too!" "Cool!" "So, you want me to blow you again?", she asked. Sam stared briefly, then began laughing. "Oh, baby! Tina, there are a number of questions that a woman never has to ask a man, because there's only one answer, like 'Do you want a blowjob?' or 'Do you want to fuck?' You know the answer even before you ask it!" Tina giggled as she realized how stupid the question was. She began tracing the veins in Sam's cock with a fingernail. "So what are the other questions I don't have to ask?" "Hah!", barked Sam. "Well, like, 'Honey, would you like me to do the housework in my string bikini and high heels?' Or maybe, 'Darling, would you like me to wear stockings instead of pantyhose?' Or, 'Sweetheart, would you like me to wear the shorter skirt and the lower cut..." Tina stopped him with a kiss, then snorted and laughed. "I think I'm getting the general idea. Okay, Sam, but next weekend, you have to return the favor, all right?" A gleam came to Sam's eyes and he gave her an evil leer. "You'll have to teach me. Please be gentle." "No problem. I already know how to eat pussy." Sam gave the girl at his crotch a startled look. "I never thought of that, but you're right. It's kind of weird knowing that my lover has more experience with women than I do." It was Tina's turn to give a startled look. "I never thought of it that way." She gave him a sly grin, then jiggled his cock. It was showing renewed signs of life. "So, Sam, would you like another blowjob?" She lowered her face to his cock and took him back into her mouth. ------- Chapter 10 "Exactly what is happening?", asked Sam with growing exasperation. Although his day at headquarters was looking to be a light one, he needed a screwup in Hudson like he needed a hole in the head. "My computer can't find any of my files, Sam!", whined Deborah Falstaff. "You've got to do something!" Sam cursed silently. If ever there was an airhead blonde born, it had to be Deborah Falstaff. He knew she was somewhere around the second or third most successful salesperson at the firm, but she epitomized the concept of 'Breathe in, breathe out.' She was also in Sam's personal Top 3 for best looking woman in the company. Medium tall, slim build, outrageous legs, nice pert tits and a well-rounded ass, along with wavy blonde hair that curled around a sharp-featured and strikingly beautiful face. It was an absolute mystery to him how a woman with so few brain cells could possibly sell as well as she did. "Okay, Deborah, let's be real specific. Does the computer turn on?" "Yes, but I can't run..." Sam led her through a couple of simple diagnostics that took far longer than they should have and taxed his patience almost to the breaking point. "Listen, Deborah, for some reason your computer can't see the network. Now you're sure nothing about the setup is any different than yesterday?" "No, it's the same as in the other office." Sam stared at the phone in his hands. "What other office!?" "Well, I moved across the hall and took my computer with me." She had to hold the phone away from her ear as an animal scream issued from the handset. "Sam?" Sam calmed down as much as possible as Katie stuck her head in the door and began laughing. "Deborah, let me get this straight. You unplugged your computer and moved it across the hallway to the old decor room and set it up. I'm guessing that your old office had a black cable that the new office doesn't have?" "I don't know, maybe. Why? Is that important?", she whined. "Maybe, Deborah, considering that was your network cable and I never wired your new office for a network. Do you think, just maybe, that you might need a network cable to see the network?", Sam asked heatedly while Katie exploded into laughter. "Sam..." He interrupted her. "Where the hell is Roxie?" Roxie was the sales manager in charge of the Hudson office. "It's her day off." "So while the cat's away, the mice are playing?" Sam knew perfectly well what was going on. Deborah had floated this idea briefly, and when Roxie had failed to notice it or kill it immediately, had taken her silence as permission. However, just to be certain, she decided to do it on a day when Roxie couldn't tell her 'No!' "All right, I'll be down in a couple of hours. I really have nothing better to do than rewire the Hudson office and fix your screwups, Deborah, nothing at all!" He slammed the phone down and looked over at Katie. "Do you believe this shit? Who did I piss off in a previous lifetime?" Sam gathered his tools and a spool of wire and tossed them in the back seat of his car and headed out. He stopped for lunch along the way, and made it to the Hudson lot about 1:00. Parking in front of the small one story building, he popped the trunk and loaded up with tool boxes. He took them inside, then went back and cleaned out his back seat. He meandered down the hall to Deborah's office. He didn't bother knocking. "So, rather than do what you're supposed to do, which is call me and have me do this, you go and do it on your own and I end up doing it anyway, right?" Deborah ignored his angry tone. Batting her eyes and flashing her pearly whites, she gave him her trademark ten megawatt smile and said, "Of course, Sam, I didn't want you to get bored." The effect was enough to take the edge off his annoyance. "Christ on a crutch, Deborah! Has the peroxide seeped in and completely killed the brain cells?" Sam reverted to his usual reproach for the secretaries and salesladies, many of whom were blondes, although more than a few acknowledged the help of Clairol. She tossed her curls and smiled. "All natural, Sam. Want proof?", she said flirtatiously. Sam stared briefly and shook his head. "And make every other woman at this company jealous? I don't think so." He headed back to the lobby as she laughed at the look on his face. He flirted constantly with the females around the company, and had done so for years, but every one of them knew he was talk only, and no action. Well, most of them knew that. Tina had made a certain change in that status. He smiled at Andrea, the receptionist. A pretty young brunette, younger even than Tina, she had once given Sam the shock of his life. He had been setting up some new software when he overheard her say she had a tattoo. Laughing, he had demanded for her to prove it - and she had! Standing there in the lobby in front of Sam and the other women, she had unzipped her jeans and pushed them down her hips, pushing her panties with them, to the point where a small rose could be seen just north of her pussy, only hidden by the barest of margins. She had promptly pulled her pants up as Sam's eyes bugged out and he squawked in apoplexy. Very few women had the gall to call his bluffs, and Sam made his flirting dares much more carefully in the future. Grabbing his emergency bag, Sam went into the bathroom and changed out of his normal clothes into a pair of coveralls. Then he grabbed the spool of wire and his tool boxes and went to work in the basement. After drilling holes in the floor at the network hub and Deborah's new office, he ran wire through the drop ceiling, then went back upstairs. He crimped connectors on both ends of the cable, tested it, and hooked it to the hub. Back in Deborah's office, he sank to the floor and examined the setup. As he was afraid, the computer was in just about the most inaccessible portion of the office. Sam looked across the room to where she was sitting, facing him on the couch, looking over some paperwork. She had been wearing heels and a tight-fitting skirt suit, and he was looking just about straight up her rather short skirt. He was surprised to see that she was wearing stockings, not pantyhose, then he caught her smiling at him. Blushing, he turned away, certain that she had spread her legs just slightly when she noticed his gaze. Once again he wondered whether the whispered rumors which floated around the company about her were true. She was married to one of the drivers, Artie Falstaff, and was said to be one hot number, and perhaps strayed from the marital bed on occasion. Sam didn't know the truth to the rumors, but had to agree that she was indeed one hot number. Deborah smiled as Sam turned away hurriedly. She loved to tease men, and even more, to follow through. Her husband was perfectly capable of handling her above average needs, but he was on the road most of the week, leaving her only her fingers and vibrators to handle her weekday requirements. She had discovered shortly after they were married that other men were perfectly capable of screwing her ragged when Artie wasn't home to take care of business. In general, she preferred married men, since they had as much to lose as she did, but she wasn't too worried in any case. She made twice as much as Artie did, and if he ever made a fuss, he could go hang. As a game, she set out to seduce and bed the Busby family. There were a total of six brothers and one sister and Sam, and she had found it both pleasurable and surprisingly easy to get into the pants of the notoriously conservative family. The sister, Pearl, held no interest for Deborah, but the others were quite masculine. Mickey had been the first, and had been incredibly easy. One snowy winter day last year, he had driven down to plow the parking lot. Afterwards, he had come inside and she had flirted casually with him. Mickey had come on to her, and she had mentioned to him that she sometimes had a drink after work at a nearby bar. Mickey had shown up fifteen minutes after she had, and they had several beers. She had taken him to a nearby motel and he had fucked her three times with a large and experienced cock. Jack had been next. When driving back from a meeting in New York together, she had asked if he would mind if she got comfortable. He had said, "Sure, whatever.", then almost driven off the road when she had pulled her skirt to her waist and pulled her panties down, leaving them on the floor. Spreading her legs, she had stuffed her fingers into her cunt and fingered herself off, then twisted on the front seat and unzipped his pants. Afraid to say a damn thing and trying desperately to stay on the road, Jack had submitted to a fast blowjob, and sprayed come down her throat. Afterwards, they had pulled off and screwed in the back seat. Billy had been the most interesting screw, she thought. She had used the same approach with him that had been so successful with Mickey, but had been astonished when he had shown up at the bar with Kathy, his wife, dressed in a very low cut sundress and high heeled sandals, in tow. They had flanked her at the bar, and Billy had told her matter-of-factly that he and Kathy had no secrets, and that what was sauce for the goose was sauce for the gander. For the first time in her cheating life, Deborah had been unsure of what to do, and had simply gone along when the married couple had escorted her to their car and driven to the motel she admitted she used. She had participated in the menage a trois almost against her will, knowing that any chance of threatening Billy with disclosure was nonexistent. She had enjoyed it, though she definitely preferred men to women. She still remembered when she had started going down on Billy and then had felt Kathy's lips on her pussy. It surprised her that he was able to handle both women, coming four times, twice with each. Deborah had worked her way through the other brothers and was left with only Derrick and Sam to finish her collection. Derrick seemed immune to her charms so far, and he was the head of the company to boot, so she had put him on hold. Sam wasn't married, and she had no potential leverage over him. That changed, however, when she heard that he was seeing a secretary in the Oneonta office. Now that he was laying on his back on the floor in her office, she took a second look at him. He wasn't at all unsuitable, if you didn't mind baldness, and that had never bothered Deborah in the past. She never saw the top of a man's head when he was on top of her, anyway. She smiled and stood. Sam never noticed her locking the door to her office or hitting the 'DO NOT DISTURB' button on her phone. He was laying on his back, reaching under the desk to her computer, hooking up the new cable. Standing at his head, she spread her legs and announced her presence. "See what the problem is, Sam?" Sam turned his head from under the desk and looked up. He found himself staring straight up her stocking-clad legs and up under her skirt. Freezing in position, he couldn't tear his eyes off those perfect legs and what he saw at their junction, which was nothing. No panties and no pubic hair; Deborah Falstaff's pussy was shaved as bare as a baby's bottom, and her cunt gaped open pinkly. He could even see her clitoris protruding slightly from her prominent and moist pussy lips. His mouth felt suddenly dry, and he could barely speak. "Wha... what?" Deborah smiled down at him and knelt by his head as he tried to crawl out from under the desk. She spread her knees, which lifted her short skirt up her thighs to the point where her stocking tops were exposed. "I asked if you saw anything interesting." Sam was confused and in severe disbelief. He turned his face away from the thighs only inches from his head and tried to crawl further out from under the desk. This only served to bring him into a position Deborah wanted. "I've got to get going." He almost missed her next words. "I'm sorry I caused you so many problems, Sam. Maybe I can make it up to you." So saying, she shifted around, lifting one leg and straddling his face. He turned back to see her perfectly shaven little pussy come down on his face, and his startled cry was drowned in her puffy and wet muff. Deborah stayed in position as he struggled, weighing him down with her cunt, enjoying the feel of his lips between her legs as he tried to complain. Reaching down, she began to unzip his coveralls. Beneath her, Sam's protests became feebler as the blood in his head moved into his cock, and his squirming slowed down. It stopped completely when she finished pulling the zipper down and reached inside to grasp his hardening dick. She stroked it to stiffness, then pulled back. Sitting upright, she unbuttoned her suit jacket, removing it and the lacy bra which was all she wore underneath it. Then she bent back down and pushed his coveralls and briefs low enough to see the target of her attack. Sam certainly had nothing to be embarrassed about, she thought, and took him in her mouth. Sam's face was being flooded with hot and musky juices and as soon as he felt Deborah's experienced lips touch his cock he gave in to the inevitable. He extended his tongue and began lapping her cuntslit, giving long strokes from the bottom on up to her engorged clit. He knew he was doing a good job since Deborah began moaning around his cock and the flow of musk increased. She was an incredibly juicy slut, and cunt juice was coating his face and her thighs, but it didn't distract her at all. She was jerking and sucking and twisting his root off at the base, and Sam found his hips moving on their own accord, thrusting up to fuck her face. When she began rolling his balls through her fingers, Sam groaned into her pussy and felt the jism pulsing through his cock. Deborah wasn't surprised by Sam's eruption between her lips. She felt his cock tensing up and took him in as deep as she could, then milked him dry. What had surprised her was how fast his erection had returned. She was been hoping for a second round, so she kept sucking his soft cock while he kept licking her pussy. As soon as he was stiff enough, she relented and climbed off his face. "Jesus Christ! What the hell has come over you, Deborah?!", he whispered heatedly as he wiped his face with his hands. He stared at the little blonde as she unzipped the side zipper to her skirt and squirmed out of it. Her perky little tits, not so little now that he saw them, maybe nice B cups, or B+, jiggled pleasantly. "You want to get us both fired?!" "You worry too much, Sam.", she said. With that, she turned to face him and threw a leg over his midsection and impaled herself on his cock. Sam groaned as she sank down onto him, then groaned again as she began bouncing on his cock. "Isn't this a great way for me to say I'm sorry, Sam?" "Jesus!" Sam couldn't reply to such an inane question, and made no more protests. Deborah took his hands and lifted them to her tits, pressing them against her small and pointy nipples. Once she felt him begin to play with her tits, she slid her fingers to their joined crotches and began to finger her clit. Sam began groaning again as her motions translated through the tight pink tunnel to his cock. She began riding him harder, and a few minutes later was rewarded with his come seeping out and around her fingers. She licked her fingers clean and crawled off of him. Sam laid sprawled out on the floor, his breathing slowing, until Deborah moved to put her clothes back on. Seeing her activity, he scrambled upright and pulled his briefs back up, then pulled the zipper to his coveralls up. "Jesus, Deborah, what the fuck do you think you're doing?!", he asked in a low voice, looking towards the door. "Well, Sam, it's just that with Artie on the road so much, I need something more from time to time. Doesn't Tina need something on occasion?" Hearing their partners names spoken shocked Sam and he whirled to face her. "What does that mean?!" "Nothing, Sam, nothing at all. I'm just saying, we all get horny, don't we? Why, do you think I meant something?", she said in a tone which stated that she most certainly did mean something. "Jesus Christ!" Sam stared at the computer which was now working, then grabbed his equipment and cable and took off. ------- Chapter 11 Sam knew he had to talk things over with Lizzie. It was only a couple of weeks after he had told Derrick and Dickie but it had started already. The gossip had started among the wives and it was only a matter of time before one of them raised it with her. It would be '... for her own good... ' of course, but some of his brother-in-law's wives were Class A bitches, and could be counted on to screw things up royally. Noreen had already made a bunch of snide comments to him and asked what he thought Lee would have said. "If Lee was around to say anything to, we wouldn't be having this conversation, would we?", he had replied. 'A real man shoots his own dog!', he thought as he set the table. Lizzie couldn't talk her father into either ordering pizza, or eating in front of the television. He insisted on eating in the dining room and seemed rather glum all through dinner. Afterwards, she decided, for once, to clear off the dishes, but he stopped her, pushing them away. "Lizzie, we need to talk.", he said. "Sure, Daddy, what's up?" Lizzie didn't think any of her recent stunts could have set him off like this. His normal reaction was somewhere between crazed and insane. She rested her elbows on the table and cupped her chin in her hands. "God, you look so much like your mother." Sam gave her a sad smile. Lee had used the same expression when she was trying to wheedle something out of him. "What is it, Daddy?", she said in exasperation. "Well, it's just that, well..." Sam stopped for a moment and restarted. "Listen, honey, you know that it's been over four years since your mother died, and well, I'm only 44." "Only, Daddy? Why, you're ancient!" She smiled sweetly at her father and awaited his explosion. What did that bit about Mom mean? Sam failed to explode. "Come on, Lizzie, you'll know someday, but 44 isn't dead. Guys my age live a long time, and it can be a pretty good life, too. It's just, well, it can get lonely at times." Lizzie wrinkled her brow, but then it came to her. "Daddy, are you seeing another woman?!" She sat bolt upright and stared at her father. Sam looked away; he couldn't bring himself to admit that he was cheating on her dead mother. He simply nodded in shame. "Holy shit!" Sam whipped around. "Watch your mouth, kid. Your mother used to wash your mouth out with soap and I still know how!" "Well, that's a strange way to bring up mom's memory.", she commented. Sam blushed, but continued staring at her. She relented. "Sorry, Dad, I guess you took me by surprise." Sam softened his face and nodded. "So, are you dating again? You've met someone?", asked Lizzie. "Yeah." "And, this conversation, it's to tell me this or ask my permission? What's going on, Dad, are you sleeping with her?" "Lizzie!" "Well?" "Yes! Maybe. I don't know." Sam said in confusion. "I don't know what the hell I'm doing. You're going to find out anyway, whether I tell you or not, so I'd better tell you." "How am I going to find out? Someone else knows? You told Sammy first or something?" Lizzie didn't know whether to be angry or not. "Yeah, I told a couple of your uncles." Lizzie's face clouded up, so he hurriedly finished, "I had to. She works for the company. I had a legal and fiduciary duty to tell them." "She works in Oneonta, right?" "Yeah, how'd you know?" Lizzie rolled her eyes. "Come on, Daddy, give me a break! You can't be doing that much paperwork or seeing that many customers and bankers for late dinners! Get real! So, are you sleeping with her? Who is she?" "Lizzie!", Sam cried in protest, then hung his head and nodded. "Yes. She's my secretary." She stared at him briefly, then said in a conversational tone, "Well, Holy shit, Daddy, I guess you stuck your dick in the fan this time." He smiled at her profanity. "I'd wash your mouth out if it wasn't true. I guess I screwed up, honey." Lizzie reached across the table and patted his hand. "Screwed up how, Daddy? Do you love her?" "I don't know, Lizzie. It's too soon for that. I do care for her, for what that's worth. I want to keep seeing her." His eyes were pleading for some form of approval. Lizzie thought for a moment before answering. "Daddy, back when I was about ten or eleven, you and Mom talked about this, sort of." "Huh?" "Let me finish, Dad. We were watching some TV show where somebody, some husband or wife, died, and the spouse went through this, and Jenny asked if you or Mom would remarry if it happened to you. I remember how you said you would, and how you said that Mom would, too, and Mom laughed and agreed with you. It seemed silly at the time, but it was only a year or two later when Mom and Jenny died, and I remember it. Do you remember it?" It came back to Sam in a flash. They had been standing in the kitchen joking with the kids when Jenny asked them about the stupid show. "Yeah." "Well, what's so different now? What if it had been you in the car with Jenny? Would you want Mom to be lonely?" "No.", he admitted. "Have you talked it over with Mom yet?" Lizzie knew her father visited the gravesite and would talk to his dead wife. She considered it very morbid but wouldn't dream of saying so. "Not yet, but I will.", he replied. "So? As long as she doesn't try to be my mother, maybe it's not my business. Will I meet her?" "I'd like you to. She really isn't cut out to be your mother, Lizzie.", he said with a smile. "Can I bring her up this weekend?" "Sure. What's she like?", asked Lizzie curiously. "Well, she's younger than I am, and very pretty." "What, she's in her thirties?" Sam shook his head, and Lizzie's eyes opened. "Her twenties?", she asked incredulously. Sam gave her a sheepish look and shook his head again. "Daddy!?!?" "Nineteen.", he said almost inaudibly. Lizzie stared at her father, then burst out laughing. "Oh my God! I want to be there when Sammy tries to pick her up!" Sam rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "Oh shit!" ------- The drive from Oneonta to Ballston Spa seemed incredibly long to Sam, but the closer he got to his house, the slower he wanted to drive. After work on Friday he had driven over to Tina's and loaded a couple of her overnight bags into the trunk of his car, then they had driven up I-88 to the Northway. Tina wasn't familiar with the Capital region and had asked him an awful lot of questions, but Sam simply wasn't in a talkative mood. He explained that they were all going out to dinner, and that his son was away at college, so it was just Lizzie who would be at home. He was very nervous as he pulled into the driveway. This had every possibility of being an absolute disaster. The evening proved his fears groundless. The two girls, so close in age, got along famously. Lizzie dragged Tina into her bedroom, where she pestered her with an incredible array of questions, many of which had to do with Tina and her father's sex life. Sam's daughter was intensely curious about what her father did in bed with the other woman, and Tina seemed the perfect person to ask. Tina spent a considerable time blushing, but answered as best she could, revealing far more than Sam would have been comfortable with. Lizzie was astonished to hear the slightly older girl pronounce that Sam was very sexy and talented in the sack. She simply couldn't imagine the words 'Sam' and 'sexy' being used in the same sentence. The dinner at a nice restaurant on Wolf Road proved hilarious to everyone but Sam. Shortly after being seated, the waiter took drink orders and wanted to know what his 'daughters' would like. Sam was mortified and couldn't speak; Lizzie ordered iced tea for both of them. As soon as the waiter moved away, her efforts to keep a straight face dissolved, and she broke out into whoops of laughter. People began staring, and Tina started grinning, then began to giggle, and finally broke down into laughter herself. Sam simply had to sit there, although his first and last reactions were to try and slide under the table. For the rest of the night, whenever the waiter approached, Lizzie would refer to Tina as her 'sister', and the two would break down all over again. Sam nixed dessert and coffee, then hustled the pair out as soon as he could manage to pay. Once at home, Lizzie and Tina went to Sam's room and unpacked Tina's bags. Sam had considered having Tina sleep in his son's room but rejected the idea. It would have been insulting to Tina, and to his daughter as well, being so hypocritical. She already knew they were sleeping together. Sam retired to the den and tried to read a book, but couldn't concentrate. He simply lay on the La-Z-Boy in the low light and wondered what the hell was going on in his life. He hadn't come to any conclusions when he looked up to see Tina slip through the door and approach him. She was wearing a lovely white peignoir set, robe and gown, both quite transparent, and was barefoot. She padded up to him and sat on the arm of the chair. Sam opened his arms up and Tina slipped into the chair with him. She snuggled against him and he wrapped his arms around him. "So, things going okay?", he asked. "Lizzie's nice, Sam. She looks so much like her mother, it's scary." Sam looked startled at the reference to Lee, but his dead wife's photos were scattered all over the place. "Did I say something wrong?", she asked in concern. Sam hugged the young woman and she relaxed against his chest. "No, honey, it's just me. It feels kind of strange having you in the house like this. Lee and I had a lot of history in this house." Tina struggled upright and pulled the peignoir set around herself, trying vainly for modesty. It was very transparent. "Sam, are you okay with this? I can sleep in that other bedroom if you want. I don't want to cause you any more pain. I mean, I really am sorry about dinner tonight, I know you must have felt awkward." Sam snorted. "Well, that's one term for it, I suppose." He reached out and pulled Tina back against him and reached inside her robe. Her body felt warm and soft, and he cupped her breasts through the flimsy nylon. Tina responded to his touch, her nipples stiffening as she became aroused to his touch. "No, it's all right. Like I said, we had a lot of history together. Between dating and the engagement and the wedding, we were together 21, almost 22 years. But that's over, honey, past tense. I talked to Lee earlier this week about it." Tina looked startled at this but didn't say anything. Sam had begun fondling her tits through her gown and she could feel her pussy getting wet. She snuggled against him and his fingers began moving across her body. Sam slipped his hands down and began working the hem of her nightgown up her legs. Once it had risen high enough, he slipped his fingers under it, to begin rubbing her cuntslit. Tina moaned into her lover's chest as he fingerfucked her. "Oh, Sam, Sam, oh Sam.", she moaned lifting her face up to his. He lowered his to hers and their lips met. Sam's fingers went into overdrive, tormenting her inflamed cunt as she came, moaning into the lips that were kissing hers. She shivered and shook gently in his arms, and when she came down, she moved her face to the side, where she began licking and kissing his neck. "I love you, Sam.", she whispered to him. Sam was startled and at a loss for words. Did he love her? He wasn't sure; it hadn't been that fast for him with Lee at all. He had said the same to her after she had said it to him the first time, but he had been young and horny; it had been years before he realized just how much he did love her, and how empty his life would be without her. It had been empty, too, very empty, but now this vibrant young girl had changed all that. He pulled away and looked at her. "What did you say?", he asked. Tina looked him in the eye, her own welling up with tears. "I love you, Sam." "I love you, too, Tina. I love you." Tina began crying and wrapped her arms around his neck, to kiss him all over his face, punctuating each kiss with a quiet, "I love you!" Sam returned her kisses silently, and began caressing her body again. Tina moaned and began to feverishly undress her love. As soon as she had extracted his erection from his pants, she twisted around to lie atop him and sank down onto his cock. Both of them sighed as he entered her. Sam guided her motions slowly as they made quiet love in the reclining chair. It hadn't been this good for him in years, and Tina exulted in the sensations. She soared through two orgasms, shaking silently as she came, then gasped into a third as she felt Sam's cock expand inside her and explode upwards. Afterwards, she collapsed into his embrace. Sated, they climbed out of the precarious chair and went to bed. ------- So, where'd Dad run off to, work?", asked Lizzie. She had heard the door slam and had looked out her window to see her father pull out of the driveway. Curious, she had pulled on a robe and had padded down the hall to her father's room. She found Tina lazily drowsing with a smile on her face. Tina hated to open her eyes and face the world. She couldn't remember ever feeling so sexually satisfied in her life. After she and Sam had entered his bedroom, she had stood by his bed while he had turned down the covers and undressed. Even though they had just finished making love, his cock was erect already. She stared greedily at his body and allowed him to strip her robe and gown off, then had climbed into bed and awaited him. He had knelt between her widespread legs and plunged his stiff dick into her cunt, then had lifted her legs over his arms. With her knees in the crooks of his arms, she had gasped and panted, shuddering as he had rammed back and forth as if a wild man, crying out as she came and came and came. At the end, as Sam roared and bucked and blasted her pussy with his jism, Tina's legs were quivering, toes pointed at the ceiling. That had only been the start of a night of passion that she couldn't believe. With their true feelings exposed, neither felt like sleeping. The merest touch seemed sufficient to bring Sam's cock back to life, and he would reward that touch by screwing Tina long and hard. Finally, as the sun rose, Sam made love to her one last, gentle time. Then the phone had rung. After answering it, Tina was amazed to see him hop out of bed, grab about a two second shower and dress hurriedly, then run out with just the barest of explanations, and a promise he would be back as soon as he could. Unconcerned, she had drifted off to a half-sleep. She wondered what Sam would think if he found her still naked in his bed when he returned. Lizzie's entrance woke her. "Hmm?", she asked, opening her eyes to look at Lizzie. Sam's daughter was wearing a very short silk robe, and didn't seem to be wearing much underneath. "What?" Lizzie sat down on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs Indian fashion. "I said, 'Where's Dad?'" Tina stared through half-slitted eyes. Lizzie was wearing thin cotton panties under the robe, at the least. She opened her eyes and looked at the teen. "Oh, something went kerflooey with the computer system in Albany. A server crashed or something. He had to run down and fix it. I don't know how long he'll be gone. What's up?" "Not much. I just heard him run out and was curious." Lizzie looked around the room and took in the carnage. Clothes were strewn haphazardly between the doorway and the bed, and the bedclothes were climbing off the corners of the mattress. Worse, the room absolutely reeked of sex, of stale semen and dried pussy juice. "Wow, you two really went at it last night! I swear, it sounded like a herd of buffalo in here!" Tina blushed and smiled. "Yeah, we really got going, I suppose. God, Lizzie, your dad is so damn good!" It was Lizzie's turn to blush. "Dad? My dad? Sam Charles? Give me a fucking break!" Tina gave her new friend a self-satisfied smile. "Oh, yeah!" "Bullshit!", said Lizzie with a laugh. Despite the evidence surrounding her, she couldn't believe her father was sexual, let alone a sexual dynamo! "Prove it!" Tina smiled and tugged the covers off, then spread her legs. Lizzie looked at her face, then lowered her gaze to Tina's midsection. She gaped open-mouthed at the incontrovertible evidence. Tina's cunt was covered with creamy white jism, some even now leaking from her pussy down to her asshole. More was drying on her thighs and lower belly, and her pussy hair was matted with still more. "Oh my God!", she exclaimed. "You two must have been fucking all night! No wonder it sounded like elephants in heat in here! Wow!" Tina moved to cover herself, but Lizzie stopped her. "God, that's so fucking cool!" "Oh, Lizzie, I feel so good! Your Daddy really knows what he's doing.", admitted Tina, spreading her legs slightly for Lizzie's viewing. It had been a couple of weeks since she and Heather had last screwed, and she liked having another beautiful woman look at her. That it was her lover's daughter made it incredibly spicy for her. She dipped a finger into the come draining from her cunt, then brought it up and licked it off. "So good.", she whispered. Dipping the finger into her pussy, she brought another gob up, but this time held it up to Lizzie's lips. "Go ahead, try it." Lizzie stared, but her mouth opened and Tina stuck her finger in. Lizzie closed her lips around Tina's finger and sucked her father's come off, her eyes closing as she reveled in the forbidden taste. She continued sucking and Tina worked her finger in and out of her hostess' mouth, as if it was a cock and Lizzie was sucking it off. "It tastes good, doesn't it?", she whispered to Lizzie, bringing another glob up to feed to the girl. Lizzie opened her mouth and took this in as well. She moaned as she swallowed it, and Tina could see the thin fabric of the silk robe move as her nipples swelled beneath it. "Ummm." Tina reached out and undid the sash holding the robe together, then opened it up. Beneath it, Lizzie had been wearing an old and small and very worn baby doll nightie. Her aroused tits were clearly visible through the thin cotton. Tina slid her hands under the top and caressed Lizzie's nipples. "Do you like this?", she asked. She already knew the answer. "Oh, yeah.", said Lizzie. She had fantasized about doing this sort of thing. She sometimes got so turned on when changing in the locker room with the other members of the 'Slut Squad'. She stared back at Tina's come drenched cunt and big tits and nipples. "It feels good." "Get undressed.", ordered Tina. She continued pulling and pinching Lizzie's nipples as the younger girl pulled off her robe and baby doll top. When she was down to her panties, she shifted around and slid them out from under her. Tina eyed her hungrily. She tugged Lizzie by the nipples so that she was staring close-up at her pussy. "Lick me clean. I know you like to eat come. Now you can eat your daddy's!" Dazed at the prospect, Lizzie allowed the older teen to pull her lower. Closer, she could smell the come and cunt juice, stinking like the hottest orgy she had ever been in. Extending her tongue delicately, she touched the tip to a wet spot on Tina's thigh. Tina twitched at the feathery touch and sighed, and Lizzie pulled her tongue back to savor the texture and flavor of her father's jism. It was like and yet unlike any other come she had tasted. She pushed her tongue out for another taste and found herself drawn forward irresistibly. "Oh, God!", cried Tina, as Lizzie began licking her clean. "This is so hot! Eat me, Lizzie, eat me!" Lizzie licked her new friend's thighs and belly, swallowing her father's jism greedily. She had never touched another woman before and wasn't at all sure what to do, but she knew what she liked done to her. As Tina's hands entwined in her hair and moved her into position, Lizzie opened her mouth. Her tongue began licking Tina's pussy while her lips began sucking whatever flesh was exposed. She noisily slurped away, trying to clean every last droplet from the cunt gaping beneath her. Tina thrashed around on the sweat soaked sheets. It felt as if Lizzie was intent on swallowing her pussy down her throat. She could feel the mouth and tongue gnawing gently all over her cunt, only occasionally making contact with the inflamed clit at the opening. "Oh, God! Oh, God!", she cried, then she began screaming as Lizzie homed in on Tina's blood engorged clitoris. It throbbed between the young girl's lips and Tina shook in a delirious frenzy. Finally, Lizzie backed off and looked up from between Tina's outstretched thighs, watching Tina come down from her orgasm and come back to the real world. Dazed, the older girl looked down at her. "Oh my God, Lizzie, that was great! Where in the world did you learn to do that?" Lizzie shrugged and grinned back. "Shit if I know. I've never done this before in my life. I guess I did okay, huh?" Tina pulled Lizzie up and wrapped her arms around her. The two sets of oversized tits ground against each other as they embraced. "That was so fucking good! You are a natural born cuntlicker!", she announced. They twisted onto their sides, and Tina brought a leg up between Lizzie's thighs, to rub her cuntmound. Lizzie moaned as her tingling pussy got some stimulation of its own. "Tell me how you like it. Tell me what to do.", commanded Tina as she began fucking the young girl. "What makes you come?" It was just after ten that morning when the phone rang. Lizzie roused herself from her fucked out stupor and sat up to answer it. A sheen of dried sweat and pussy juice covered her literally from head to toe. Tina dozed contentedly beside her on Sam's bed in a similar condition. "Hello... hi, Daddy... when you coming home?... she's right next to me... we've just been laying around, you know talking and fooling around... okay, here she is." Tina snickered as she overheard the conversation, then took the phone from Lizzie. She talked to her lover briefly, then handed the telephone back to Lizzie, who hung it up. "So when's he coming home?", she asked. "Late this afternoon or tonight, he said. He said he has to build a new server, some kind of computer. Can he do that?", Tina asked in a curious tone. "Who, Daddy? Yeah, he knows everything about computers.", gushed his daughter. "Why, back before Mom and Jenny died, he used to teach nights over at Hudson Valley." "Wow!" Tina was impressed. While she knew how to use most of the standard spreadsheet and word processing programs, how a computer actually worked baffled her completely. "So what do we do for the rest of the day?" Lizzie scrambled to her feet. "What else? We go shopping! Come on, I've got the keys to the Jeep and my learner's permit and you're over eighteen so you can be the grownup." She grabbed Tina by the hand and pulled her upright. "Hurry up. We've got to clean this place up and get dressed!" ------- Sam came in to find a silent house. Glancing up at the wall clock over the television, he noticed it was almost seven. The Jeep in the driveway meant that the two girls should be home. Looking around, he spied Tina asleep on the couch, covered by a quilt. He wondered where his daughter was as he walked towards the sleeping girl. He reached down to rouse her, but a strand of hair lying across her face gave him an idea. Smiling, he gently began to flick it across her face, tickling her. After a couple of minutes of nonresponse, he considered simply waking her, but then her nose crinkled. Next, her lips opened and a few puffs tried to blow the offending hairs away. Eyes still closed, she reached up to bat her face clear, and he caught her hand in his. She opened her eyes to see Sam kiss her palm. She smiled up at him and cupped his face. "You're back!" "Obviously. Where's Lizzie?", he asked, looking around. "She had a date." "Sorry I'm so late. Have you eaten yet? I'm starving.", he announced, turning towards the kitchen. "Not since lunch." Tina followed Sam to the kitchen. While he opened the refrigerator, she leaned against the counter and watched. Sam turned, carrying a pound of hamburger and stopped in his tracks, staring at her. "Jesus Christ!", he exclaimed. Tina was wearing a skirt, blouse, and shoes, but the most extreme he had ever seen. The skirt, a button front blue denim number, barely covered her ass and pussy, and the bottommost button was open; if her legs had been spread, he would have seen her cunt hair. The blouse was white, long-sleeved, skin-tight, and absolutely transparent. Only the strategic placement of a pair of opaque pockets kept her tits from being on complete display. Her shoes were high heeled sandals, ankle strapped and open toed. She looked like an open invitation to a rape! "You like?", she asked twirling around. "We went shopping." "You and Lizzie went shopping? In that?!", he asked, goggle-eyed. "No, silly. We went shopping and I bought it. How does it look? It's not too short, is it?" She giggled as she flashed her twat at him, then hopped up on the counter and crossed her legs. The skirt was so short that it rode up in the back and she felt the cool countertop on her ass. "Holy shit!" Tina grinned at Sam's expression. Actually, Lizzie had bought an identical outfit at the Frederick's in the Crossgates Mall, but neither one of them felt they should mention it to Lizzie's father. Lizzie was wearing hers on her date. She crossed her legs in the other direction, doing a mini-Sharon Stone, and Sam's eyes popped again. "Jesus! Lizzie knew where to find something like that? Christ, her mother must be spinning in her grave!" Sam shook his head and started making hamburgers. He looked over at Tina and rubbed his thinning hair. "You know, before she was born, I had a full head of hair. I've been pulling it out ever since!" "Right, Sam, that was sixteen years ago!", she protested. Tina shook with laughter. "You think I'm joking?", he continued. "You know where she was born? In the living room!" Tina stared at him in disbelief. "I'm not kidding you. Lee had about a two minute labor, then her water broke and she was screaming for the emergency squad. By the time they got here, Lizzie was damn near crawling out on her own! The best part was when they told me, 'Don't worry, Mister Charles. We've never done this before, but we've seen the movie.' I wasn't worried until they told me that!" "Oh, no!", she said, cracking up. "Oh, yes! It's been downhill ever since!" Tina giggled. "She is a little hyper." "Hyper? She's got two speeds, on and off." Sam let the burgers cook and set the kitchen table, keeping one eye on Tina's legs and tits the entire time. She smiled and kept his attention by jiggling and re-crossing her legs from time to time, which distracted him mightily. After dinner, he set the plates next to the sink, and she led the way back to the living room, ostentatiously tugging the skirt lower while he followed, staring. After Sam sat on the couch, Tina walked to the television and turned it on, bending at the waist to reach the low-set dials. Her ass was exposed completely, and as she turned around, she was pleased to note the boner in his pants. "So, Sam,", she asked, "Are the computers all fixed?" "What? Yeah, sure.", he said wondering what the hell computers had to do with anything. "So, Monday morning, we'll all be able to work and nobody will have to be laid off?" "Nobody will be laid off." He kept watching as she knelt in front of him. Tina ran her hands along Sam's legs. "Maybe you need a reward for working so hard to keep us all employed." "Okay." Sam's heart was pounding as he answered the question. "What would you like as a reward, Sam? Would you like me to open my blouse up and unbutton my skirt, then pull your pants down and suck your cock until you came in my mouth? Would that be a good reward, Sam?" "Oh, yeah, honey, that'd be a great reward!", he gasped out. Tina gave him a sly smile, and got to her feet. Moving slowly, she undid all the buttons on the transparent blouse except the bottom one, and her massive tits with their aroused nipples surged through the opening. Next, she unbuttoned her skirt, leaving only the snap at the waist holding it together, and spread her legs wide. Her wet and pink pussy showed through the trim heart of her cunt hair. She ran her fingers over her tits and pussy slowly, teasing him as he groaned, then knelt down before him. She ran her hands up his legs, then with exquisite slowness, undid his belt and pulled his zipper down. Tortured by the need for sex, Sam grabbed his waistband and shoved his pants down below his knees, and Tina protested. "Sam, don't rush. You're going to need a really good reward, and good rewards take time. Don't you want me to give you a good reward?" Sam nodded and stared as she ran her fingertips over his balls. Dry-mouthed, he simply nodded, praying that he wouldn't explode from anticipation. Tina tormented him further, licking her lips seductively while continuing to run her nails across his groin. "Oh, God, please...", he whispered to her. Tina relented with a smile. Lowering her face to his crotch, she opened her mouth wide and used her hands to lift his cock to her lips. Within moments of closing her lips around his cockhead, Sam was humping upwards off the couch, trying to fuck her mouth. Tina didn't even need to pump his shaft, simply wrapping her hands around it and letting Sam pump through them. To delay things, she simply let the stiff dick run lightly in and out of her lips, without sucking. Sam was too excited to notice. This was the most erotic blowjob he had ever received. His excitement continued to grow as he moved his hips up and down, faster and faster. He began begging her, "Please, please...", and Tina gave in. Pushing him back onto the couch, she drew in her cheeks and jacked his cock lightly, and Sam erupted, filling her mouth with his hot come. She let most of it drool back down onto his cock, then licked and sucked it back up, licking her jism-coated fingers clean in the process. She continued until his limp dick slipped from her lips. "Oh, God, that was good!", he said in a whimpering voice. "Oh, baby...", he trailed off. Tina looked up at him with loving and sultry eyes. "I'm glad you liked that, honey." "I did, I did!", he exclaimed. "Good." She stood up. Lifting one leg, she rested the high-heeled sandal on the arm of the couch. "I'm awfully horny now, Sam. Would you finger my pussy while I played with my tits? At least until I can get off, you can stop then if you want." She lifted her hands to cup her breasts, presenting them to him and running her fingers over her painfully erect nipples. Sam didn't answer, but simply shoved both hands into her crotch. He managed to get about four fingers partially into her cunt while rubbing his thumbs fiercely over her clit. Tina shuddered, coming twice before she stepped down. Sam smiled and licked his fingers off with a smile. Tina smiled coyly. "You know what else I bought today, Sam", she asked. "What?" Sam was having a very difficult time answering. "A tube of KY jelly, Sam. It's in the bedroom on the nightstand. I've never had a cock in my ass before, Sam. Would you like to fuck me in the ass?" ------- Chapter 12 "So, you taking Tina to the Christmas Party?", asked Katie. They were standing at the copy machine waiting for it to warm up. Sam gave her a funny look. He should have known Katie would have known about him and Tina; she'd been with Busby for over ten years and was fully dialed into the gossip grapevine. Shrugging, he said, "Well, I guess so. I don't know as I've even told her about it." Katie stared briefly and laughed. "Sam, you are hopeless. The invitations go out next week. What the hell is going on with you two?" "What do you mean?", he asked innocently. "You know exactly what I mean. Are you two serious or what?", she pressed. Sam gave a wry smile and nodded, then sat down in an office chair while she started making copies. He could see it was going to be a long report and multiple copies. "Yeah, we are.", he admitted. "So what's the big deal?", she asked. "I don't know. I just feel kind of awkward about it. I mean, middle aged boss and his teenaged secretary - give me a break!" Then again, Sam thought, Katie was dialed into everything. It was one of the reasons she was such a great secretary, she knew enough to avoid problems. "You tell me. What's the take on this around the company? I guess everybody pretty much knows about us, right?" "Yeah, Sam, in spades." She smirked, then continued. "Come on, middle aged owner of the company sleeping with his teenaged secretary with the big hooters. Who wouldn't be talking?" "Who says..." She gave him an exasperated look. "Don't kid a kidder, Sam." Sam gave a look that admitted the truth of the story, and Katie continued, "It breaks down a few different ways, Sam. First, most of the guys in the company think you're the luckiest bastard on the planet. Those who've met her have told those who haven't what she looks like, and every one of them can't wait to see her at the Christmas Party. Is she really... ?" Katie raised her hands to the level of her chest and mimed a pair of enormous breasts. Sam made a wry face and nodded. "Well, like I said, the guys are all hoping she wears something really extreme." Sam snorted. "And the women?" "Eh, about sixty-forty. Most of the women are a little sad that you're off the market, while the rest think it's absolutely disgusting." "Off the market? What the hell does that mean!?", he cried. "When was I ever on the market?" She gave him a screwy look. "Sam, what are you talking about. You're the most eligible bachelor in the company." He gave her a dumbstruck look. "What!?" "Let's see, single, kids almost out of school, stable family guy, light drinker, no drugs or gambling, corporate bigwig, and oh yeah, really well paid. Sounds like a real loser to me." Sam stared at her, his mouth moving like a fish. The concept that he would be considered attractive to any woman eluded him. In over twenty years with Lee, he had never understood, much to her considerable amusement, what she saw in him, and he still couldn't fathom what Tina saw in him. Finally he spoke. "You have got to be shitting me!" "Name another guy around this place like I just described. Hell, if I wasn't married and old enough to be your mother, I'd chase you around myself!" A vision of the much older woman chasing him flashed through Sam's mind and he began laughing. Katie joined in. "What about Mickey?", he asked. Katie's boss was the youngest of Big George and Momma's children. Despite his position as the head of the trucking operation, with the pay to go with it, he had a well-earned reputation as a ne'er-do-well party boy. It was Katie's turn to break up in laughter. "Now, you give me a break!" ------- Sam and Tina had settled into a comfortable arrangement. Whenever he worked in Oneonta they would go out to dinner, and then go back to her apartment to make love before he left for the long drive home. Weekends they alternated between staying at her place or her coming up to Ballston Spa. Sam's worry about her meeting his son proved needless. When Sammy, a young man he considered far more likely to raise a young lady's interest than he, came home for Thanksgiving break, he brought a girlfriend of his own home. Cindy Matsuko was a slim and lovely Japanese-American from Chicago, and had managed to captivate the boy. Somewhat more worldly than his sister, he had been wondering for a while how long it would be before his father started dating again. The only surprise had been in Tina's age, but he adapted to it well. Tina had made a half-hearted invitation to Sam to visit her home, but Sam weaseled out and Tina was secretly pleased. She confessed to her lover that she was as scared as he was about meeting her father, who was the same age as Sam. They both firmly resolved to avoid that meeting like the plague. The day after talking to Katie, Sam worked in Oneonta. That night, after dinner, they went back to Tina's apartment. She began leading him by the hand to the bedroom, but Sam pulled her in the opposite direction, and led her to the couch. He sat at one end and Tina lay down with her head in his lap. She looked up at him with a smile, and reached a hand up to begin removing his tie. Sam allowed her to take his tie off, and even to unbutton his shirt, but he caught her hand before she could move it lower. He kissed her fingertips and held them to his bare chest, and she looked up at him in curiosity. "What's up, Sam?" Sam cleared his throat, then asked, "Well, would you go with me to the Christmas Party?" "You mean, not just go, but go with you? Like a date?" He nodded. "Sure, I'd love to. What's that going to be, our 'coming out' party?", she asked. "Yeah, I suppose so. Not that's there's much coming out to do. It seems like everyone in the world knows about us." She gave him a serious look. "Well, I'm not embarrassed. Are you?" "No." She hugged him, and slipped her fingers inside his shirt. "Good answer, Sam." Sam laughed and caressed her face. Tina asked, "So, what's this party like?" "Well, it's actually a pretty big deal. You see, we really have four company parties during the year. The fiscal year ends in March, so in April we have the Sales Banquet. All the salespeople and all the office staff go to that, and it's pretty mandatory. You'd need an excuse from the emergency room to get out of it, and even that might be questionable! You'll be invited to that one." Tina nodded and Sam continued, "The weekend after Fourth of July is the Clam Bake. Big George and Momma throw that up at their camp in the Adirondacks. That's a family affair, all employees are invited and everybody brings their kids, and suppliers and bankers and everybody comes. You can get three, four hundred people at that thing." "Wow!" "Yeah, it's a zoo. In September, just the construction and trucking guys go golfing with the staff out there, along with any of the sales managers who want to go. They get a paid day for that." "You?", she asked. "Nah. I don't golf. The last one, the big party, is the Christmas Party. That's company people only, for everyone, and is fairly swanky. It's not black tie or anything, I won't be in a tux, but otherwise it's pretty ritzy." "So who goes?", she asked. "Like I said, everybody in the company, sales, staff, carpenters, truck drivers, you name it." Sam's face lit up and he laughed. "It's actually pretty funny. Some of those guys get cleaned up and you don't recognize them. It's the only time of the year when they aren't wearing a baseball cap and Carrharts!" Tina giggled at the thought. Most of the construction guys were nice, crude and horny, but nice, and they all dressed for work in really rough clothes. "What should I wear?" Sam scratched his head in search of an answer. "Well, that's kind of up to you, hun. Like I said, it can be fairly ritzy. This year it's at the Desmond." Tina had heard of the Desmond; Hillary Clinton stayed there when campaigning for the Senate. "A lot of the women get really dolled up. Most of the guys use it as an opportunity to show off their ladies, if you get my drift, and even the sales ladies and secretaries tend to go all out. It's like the one night of the year they can show as much T and A as they can and not get in trouble." Tina's eyes widened at the last statement and Sam shrugged apologetically. "All I'm saying is that you shouldn't be surprised by some of the evening gowns and party dresses that some of the women will be wearing." "Really?", she asked vampishly. She had worn an oversized and off-shoulder sweater, braless, and long wrap skirt to dinner. She thrust one long leg through the slit dramatically and pulled the sweater down lower off her shoulders, showing some healthy cleavage. "Something like this?", she asked with a sexy pout. Sam's eyes widened and lit up with delighted interest. "Well, actually, not quite." It was Tina's turn to look shocked. Tugging the sweater even lower, to the point her nipples began to show, and exposing her legs so that the tops of her stockings could be seen, she asked, "Like this?" Sam slipped a hand through the gap in her skirt and began caressing her thighs above the stocking tops. His thumb flicked across her pussy. She hadn't been wearing panties either. Tina squirmed pleasantly in his lap, and he answered, "That's a little more like it." Tina closed her eyes, shivering at her lover's touch, and then looked up at him with desire. "Listen, honey, dress nicely, but don't do something silly. If you aren't going to be comfortable with it, do something different. We're going to be enough of a sensation as it is without playing dress-up." Tina sat up and pulled her sweater over her head, then untied the wrap skirt and tossed it aside. Naked except for her stockings and heels, she twisted around and finished undressing Sam. Smiling wickedly at him, she said, "I know, I'll just go shopping with Lizzie next weekend." "Oh Christ!", moaned Sam. ------- Sam and Tina checked into the Desmond about four. Tina had driven up to Ballston Spa and spent the night, but they had decided it would be better to stay the night in Albany. The forecast was mixed, and the troopers were threatening to put up DWI checkpoints. Neither one wanted to chance an accident or being pulled over for one drink too many. After tipping the bellman, Sam flopped down on the bed. Tina looked at him with an evil grin, then climbed onto the bed and straddled his legs. She had worn dark blue stirrup pants and a large and bulky cable knit sweater which hung down to the middle of her thighs. Smiling wickedly, she asked, "So, the party doesn't start 'til eight and we're here all by ourselves. What do you think we can do to kill the time, Sam?" Sam was both surprised and delighted by the naughty look in his new love's eyes. Shrugging, he said, "Well, I suppose we can always drive down Wolf Road and go shopping." Tina grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head, then tossed it aside. Sam smiled as he saw her big tits jiggle inside her bra. "I don't think I'm quite dressed for that, Sam. Any other ideas?" "Well, if shopping is out, I suppose we could always go up to the swimming pool.", he teased. Tina reached between her breasts and undid the front clasp. She twisted out of the confining nylon and tossed it away dramatically. "I don't think we can go swimming at the Desmond topless, Sam. You'd better think of something else." Grabbing the remote, Sam turned on the television. "CNN is always on." Tina laughed and grabbed the remote. She turned it off and chucked it to the floor. Sliding her hands to her partner's waist, she unbuckled his belt, then undid the snap and unzipped his pants. Tugging them down, she let Sam's stiff cock out into the open. "No news, Sam." "Well, what were you thinking of?" He exercised his groin muscles and caused his dick to wiggle. "Any ideas pop up?" Tina growled. Adjusting her stance, she pushed the waistband of her pants down her hips, exposing her bikini panties. She grasped them and pulled them down to show the top of her heart-cut cunt hair and slipped a hand inside. She moaned as she played with her pussy, then opened her eyes and said with an innocent voice, "God, Sam, I just don't have any ideas. Are you sure you can't think of something?" Sam laughed, then bucked his hips up, sending Tina tumbling onto her back. He followed through, rolling on top of her, trapping her hands in her pants, and took her face in his hands. He forced his lips against hers fiercely and began rubbing his cock against her pussy and hands. "You little bitch, you're nothing but a horny little slut, aren't you?" Moving his hands down past her shoulders, he insinuated them between their chests and grabbed her tits roughly. Her nipples were stiff with her arousal. Tina groaned at his words and actions. She gasped and panted out, "You make me a horny slut, Sam! I want to be a horny slut with you! I want you to fuck me all the time, Sam! Fuck me, please, fuck me!" Sam wriggled his pants down below his knees while laying on the aroused girl, all the while kissing her, his tongue probing relentlessly her lips and teeth. Tina moaned in frustration when he pulled his hands from her tits, then moaned in pleasure when he grabbed her pants and panties and shoved them halfway down her thighs. Her pussy hairs rubbed the underside of the cock sawing at her clit. Spreading his knees, Sam straddled the squirming girl's legs, then reached between them. Even though her thighs were trapped side by side, Tina was so turned on that her pussy juices were already seeping from her puffy cunt. Sam pushed his cockhead between her thighs and slid it into her. Tina gasped as she felt him slipping in; she had never fucked Sam like this before, and with her thighs pushed together, the friction was unbelievable. Sam slid in easily, despite the feeling that he had never fucked a tighter pussy in his life, and he didn't stop until he bottomed out, his pubic bone slamming into her clit. Tina shuddered and threw her arms around him as she had her first come of the evening. Sam's hips went into overdrive without any conscious thought on his part. His cock sawed back and forth, practically raping her in his urgency. As he felt the jism rising from his balls to his dick, he roughly grabbed her hands and shoved them between them as he lifted his hips slightly. At the touch of her fingers on the base of his cock, he groaned and sagged down on top of her, his cock spasming and pumping out a huge load of come. They lay together and gathered their breath for a couple of minutes, then Sam rolled off of Tina and lay face up on his side of the bed. Tina shucked off her remaining clothing and he spread an arm out wide. Accepting the invitation, Tina nuzzled against his side, and Sam wrapped his arms around her. Running her fingers through his thick and curly chest hair, she said lightly, "That was very nice Sam, but what do we do for the next three hours and fifty-five minutes?" Sam's eyes snapped open and his head whirled to the bedstead's clock. Whirling back, he protested, "You bitch, that sure as hell wasn't any five minutes!" She smiled sweetly at him. "Less?" "Bitch!" Harrumphing, he moved the arm holding her shoulders and gave her a loud SMACK on her ass, then held her tight when she tried to retaliate. Tina giggled and laid her head down on his chest. Within minutes both were asleep. Neither would admit it to the other, but the long night the previous evening had not been because they had been screwing nonstop. Screw they had, but both were too nervous about the coming party to be able to sleep well. They had spent much of the night rolling from side to side in Sam's queen size bed. Exhausted, they slept until shortly before the party was to start. Waking first, Sam glanced at the clock and bolted upright. It was after 7:30. Tina rolled off him and sat upright as Sam hopped up and ran into the bathroom. "Shit, we'll never make it!", she yelled after him. "We'll be stylishly late.", he replied and closed the bathroom door behind him. Moments later she heard the shower begin to run. She crawled out of bed and picked up the clothes strewn around, then waited for Sam to get out of the bathroom. Fifteen minutes after going in, Sam came out, hair still wet but freshly shaved, with a towel wrapped around his waist. Tina grabbed her hanging bag and went into the bath. She hung the bag on the back of the dressing room's door and opened it, pulling out her toilet kit. She took the kit into the steaming bathroom and closed the door, then turned on the water and stepped into the shower. It was 8:15 when she opened the door to the dressing room and stepped back into the bedroom. Sam was already dressed in a dark charcoal suit, black shirt, black socks, and black wingtips. He was standing at the window, smoking a cigarette and staring out at the mixed snow and rain. Hearing her come back in, he turned to face her and had to catch his breath. "Jesus!", he exclaimed sharply, staring at her. "I didn't know they sold dresses like that in Albany!" Tina smiled and turned around slowly, once, then moved to the mirror and checked her makeup. Sam feasted his eyes on the girl. She had bought a long dress in a lightweight scarlet velvet that clung to her curves like a second skin. The front was cut unbelievably low and was held up by a pair of gold spaghetti straps that crisscrossed her bare back, itself cut down to hip level. The thin fabric was substantial enough that her nipples weren't outlined, but he wondered whether that would be important; it was so low cut in the front that most of her breasts above the fabric, along with her shoulders, were completely exposed. It clung like a sheath down her slim hips almost to the floor, but she could move freely since a long slit ran up the front of each leg to mid-thigh. Through the slits he could see she had worn incredibly sheer nude pantyhose and matching scarlet stiletto heels. Tina didn't tell Sam that she hadn't bought the dress with his daughter. A couple of weeks before, on a day when Sam was working in Albany, she had called in sick and driven to Albany with Heather. They had scoured the malls looking for a dress or two, and then had returned home, thankful that Sam hadn't run into them. Tina had been tapering off her assignations with Heather, for the simple reason that more and more of her time was being spent with her boss. Although she wanted to, she and Lizzie had been unable to link up a second time as well. She put her bisexuality on temporary hold, curious about whether she could interest Sam in a threesome. 'It might be interesting!', she thought to herself. After their shopping spree, however, she had eagerly invited Heather in and modeled the dresses again, then modeled without them. Heather ended up staying the night. Tina looked at Sam's reflection in the mirror nervously, not daring to face him. "Is this all right?", she asked. "I have something else in the bag if this is too, uh, extreme." "Holy shit!", he said. Shaking his head, he looked up at her and asked, "Huh? What was that?" Tina had to giggle at the look on his face, but repeated the question. "Is this too extreme?" "Jesus, Tina, I don't care how extreme it is! You look absolutely gorgeous! It's perfect!" Sam briefly considered what the other women would be wearing. He had been attending the Christmas Party for almost fifteen years. While few of the women would look as good as Tina did, there were a few real lookers in the group, both employees and spouses, and maybe a half-dozen could get away with an outfit like this. The odds were that at least one, and probably two or three, would go this route as well tonight. He wondered if Deborah and Artie would show up, and what she would wear - or say! Maybe they'd get run over by a bus. "You're sure? I mean, I can change if you think I should." "Don't change a thing.", he said. His unfinished cigarette burned down to his fingertips and he flicked it away, swearing. He stomped on it before it could burn a hole in the carpet, and Tina smiled. She turned back to the mirror and brushed her hair back. Ever since they had begun seeing each other, she had been letting it grow out, after Sam had commented how a woman's hair was her glory. Now it hung down to the middle of her back. Sam reached into his pocket and came up behind her to nuzzle her neck. He pulled out a small case and slipped it in front of her, wrapping his hands around her waist. "Here, try these on for size." Tina suspected he had been up to something when he asked her what color her dress would be, and she opened the box curiously. Inside were a pair of gold earrings, each of which had a pear shaped ruby hanging from a gold dangle. Her breath caught as she stared into the velvet lined box. Whirling to face him, she exclaimed, "Sam, I can't, they're too much! They must have cost a fortune..." Sam smiled. Despite her protests, Tina kept staring into the box. "Either Busby Housing is going to have to sell a hell of a lot of homes or Lizzie is going to a really, really cheap college", he said with a smile and a shrug. He gently grasped her shoulders and turned the girl back towards the mirror. "No arguments." He flicked a finger against an earlobe containing a nice but much smaller gold stud. "Go ahead, put them on. They'll be one of my Christmas presents to you." Tina began swapping out earrings. "One of them? There's going to be more?" "Sure.", he said nonchalantly. "Wait until you see the sterling silver vibrator I got for you." Tina choked at the answer and swung an elbow backwards to catch him in the ribs. "You bastard!", she laughed. Putting away her old earrings, she looked at herself in the mirror, then turned to face him. "How do I look?" Sam stepped back and took in the vision standing before him. He gave a loud and long wolf whistle, then said, "Like I said, honey, you look simply gorgeous." He glanced at his watch and moved towards the door. "We should be going, Tina." Tina smiled. She walked up to him and took his hand as they left the room and walked down the hall to the elevators. As they entered the doorway to the banquet room, she whispered, "Sam, you have no idea how lucky you are going to get tonight. Just one hint - I gave myself an enema earlier. Oh, and by the way, these aren't pantyhose." Most of the room stopped and stared as they entered. It was only the ones who could tear their eyes away from Tina who saw Sam's eyes bugging out. ------- Epilogue Author's Note: When I originally wrote 'Tina', I ended the story with Chapter 12, assuming everyone would be able to fill in the blanks and use their imaginations from there on. However, I have since discovered, through the many wonderful emails, that I had a lot of readers who wanted a more explicit ending to the story. I gave it quite a bit of thought and came up with this. For those who feel it is not a perfect continuation I can but apologize. It has been several years since the story was first written and a detail or two may have slipped though. Regardless, I think it does well and hope you will agree. ------- The best way that Margie Jackson could describe the morning's events to her husband was a car wreck, a slow motion car wreck like something in a movie or on TV or just a NASCAR race on the late news. First one car would hit the wall, and then a bit later another car would hit the first, and then after a while longer another car would wreck, and just to spice things up, a car would explode every so often. And through it all, you knew with the same morbid fascination that people watched auto races with, that you could never stop watching, that you didn't want to miss a single gory moment. Certainly that spring morning seemed quiet enough. It was a Monday, and she arrived at her normal time of 8:30. Surprisingly, Tina was missing; she normally was already there, as was Sam, although Tina's car was parked in the lot. She smiled at the thought that Tina had undoubtedly spent the weekend with the boss. Margie was in the group of women who had considered Sam Charles a bit of a hunk, even though she was happily married herself. Margie began to be a little concerned as the clock edged closer to the normal starting hour of 9:00 and the rest of the small sales force filtered in and began the normal routine of making coffee and checking e-mails. Though Sam was notorious for always being at least fifteen minutes late, Tina was as punctual as a time clock, and she managed to get Sam on a schedule as well, at least on the days they were staying together. Five minutes after the hour the front door opened and a middle-aged couple came in. Margie turned towards them and smiled. "Good morning. How can I help you?" The man smiled. "Hi. Where's Tina?", he asked pleasantly. He was of medium height, with a stocky build and the closed cropped hair cut and red neck of someone who works in the sun. He was wearing denim pants, a flannel shirt, and a baseball cap advertising 'Central Tractor.' The woman was very slim and taller than the man, and also wore denims and a crisp white cotton shirt "Miss Lawson hasn't come in yet, but we expect her soon. Can I help you?", Margie asked curiously. Customers normally wouldn't ask for the secretary, and these two obviously weren't suppliers or bankers or whatever. "Really?", asked the woman quizzically. "Her car's right outside!" At the saleswoman's raised eyebrows, she continued, "We're her parents. We happened to be in town and decided to stop by and say hello." "Yeah, I've got a doctor's appointment and thought we'd drop in early. My prostate, you know...", added Tina's father. "Frank, the girl doesn't want to know your medical history!", interrupted his wife. "I'm Anne and this is my husband Frank." "That's okay.", said a laughing Margie. "My husband is just as bad. Margie Jackson.", she said in introduction. The two women laughed briefly until Frank Lawson repeated the question. "So where's Tina?" It was then that the first race car hit the wall. Seeing some movement outside, Margie looked up and saw Sam's car pull in the parking lot with Tina as the passenger. Her parents watched curiously as they saw Sam and Tina leave the car. Tina opened the back door of her car and Sam popped the trunk of his car and pulled out a couple of suitcases. He tossed these onto her rear seat as the young girl laughed, then they closed up their vehicles. Before they came inside Tina gave her lover a quick kiss on the lips, then led him inside. Neither saw the couple watching them as Sam turned aside and entered his office. His door promptly closed and almost immediately the switchboard lit up as he made a phone call. Tina came forward saying, "Traffic was so backed up on the Thruway this morning!" It was only then that she noticed Margie's impassioned winks and looks towards the side of the room, and she turned to see her parents staring at her. "Mom! Dad! What are you doing here?!" "Who was that?", asked her father, pointing towards Sam's closed door. "Who... what... huh... that's Sam... Mister Charles...", she said weakly, her head swiveling between her two parents. "You normally go around kissing your boss?", Frank Lawson asked a bit more heatedly. "No, I mean, no Dad, it's not like that..." "You mean it's not like your mother sees you kissing a man you call Mister Charles?" "No, yes, well I don't call him Mister..." "Baby, where were you this weekend?", asked her mother. "I called all day Saturday and Sunday and all I got was your machine." Tina was sweating bullets by now. The Lawson family had completely forgotten the presence of the rest of the staff staring at the incredible scene unfolding before them. "Mom... Sam... I... Mister Charles..." Anne Lawson gasped and held her hand up to her mouth. "Tina, did you go away with that man? Are you involved with that man?!", she demanded. Before Tina could answer, Frank weighed in loudly. "Don't be stupid! He's old enough to be her father! What's he doing, some kind of harassment? That's it isn't it, he's making trouble, isn't he?! They got laws about that sort of thing!" The race cars kept piling up and the explosions became louder. Tina was unable to answer one question before she was bombarded with two more. Finally the noise level grew so loud that Sam's phone light went out and the door to his office opened. "Can I help?", he asked curiously. "Yeah, I'm Frank Lawson, Tina's father...", started the angry man. Sam stared as his mind went a million miles a minute. He and Tina had been avoiding this meeting like the plague, though both had known it was coming. Now that it was upon him he could see no choice but to lie. Thrusting out his hand, he said, "Hello! I've been hoping to meet you..." "You son of a bitch!", roared Tina's father. Stepping forward, he ignored the outstretched hand. Before anybody could stop him he drew back his right arm and then drove his fist forward at Sam's face. Sam flinched and instinctively drew away, but not fast enough. The punch that was aimed at his nose missed the mark and glanced off his right eye, and the startled target fell backwards, arms windmilling, as he tripped over a chair and fell against Margie Jackson. Stunned, Margie collapsed backwards to the floor with her boss falling on top of her. "DADDY!", screamed Tina as she threw herself between the two men. "Frank!", cried Anne Lawson as she wrapped her arms around her husband to restrain him. "You son of a bitch, you stay away from my daughter, you hear me! You stay away from her!" "Daddy, get out of here!", screamed Tina as she began to cry. By now the stunned office staff had begun to mobilize, with the women helping a flustered Margie to her feet. Jake Harcourt, the junior salesperson and the only other man in the building rather nervously positioned himself between Tina's father and the others. Anne Lawson dragged her husband away, even as he continued to yell threats at Sam and demanding that Tina come with him. The uproar continued as Jake helped Sam to his feet and Margie and the other women gathered around the weeping secretary. Sam spent the rest of the morning rubbing his bruised cheekbone and eye socket, wondering if he was developing a black eye and trying to get some work accomplished. A few hours later he gave up the effort. Stepping back into the lobby he leaned against his door frame and smiled at Tina. Tina looked up at him and gave a weak smile. "I guess you met my father." Sam rolled his eyes at this and rubbed his face again. "Let's go get some lunch." Tina wordlessly nodded agreement. She didn't pay attention as Sam walked down the hallway to Margie's office. "Keep an eye on the place.", he asked her. "We probably won't be back today." "Or ever, if her father gets a hold of you.", quipped the saleswoman. Sam grunted and left. Outside, he pointed Tina to her own car. "Follow me, we're only going over to the parking garage. If we get separated I'll park on the top level." In the noon rush hour, even in a small town like Oneonta, the pair become separated, and Sam had a chance to consider the changes their relationship had been making. Following their 'coming out' at the Christmas party, family feelings had begun crystallizing about the new couple. Unsurprisingly, both Big George and Momma were scandalized that their son-in-law was cheating on their daughter and had put him in the deepest of freezes imaginable, even going so far as to uninvite him to the traditional Christmas Eve party they held. They pointedly ordered that 'Lee's' children attend, which they both did with considerable misgivings, and only at the express wishes of their father. Several of the Busby wives held him in considerable contempt as well, not so much for desecrating the memory of Lee, but for doing so with a girl young enough to be his daughter. They didn't think much of her, either. The biggest surprises came within the fellow owners of the company. Pearl had accepted the relationship easily, and Sam had figured her to be very much against the idea. Derrick, on the other hand, previously a friend and supporter on the board, had been stiffening in opposition to it, and had pointedly expressed the opinion that Sam should terminate the relationship immediately. With eight owners, however, Derrick was limited to what he could order Sam to do, and Sam knew the game as well as Derrick did. He could play the gossip game as well as any of the wives could. Several of their key suppliers would offer vacations and cruises as sales incentives, and there was a regular rotation among the eight family members as to who would go. Both Sam and Lee had enjoyed Caribbean cruises, but since Lee's death, Sam had not taken a vacation. He had turned down the ones offered to him, but now let slip the word that he'd like to take one and that he was overdue. Sales incentives fell under the authority of Jack, not Derrick, and Sam found himself with a cruise at the end of March. Derrick had been furious at this, deciding that Sam's sleeping with his secretary was an affront to morality and decency. Jack pointed out, however, that Mickey had taken his current girlfriend, one of the Albany saleswomen, with him on a recent vacation, so they had no reason to deny it. Tina had been blissfully unaware of the commotion in the executive suite and was ecstatic about the thought of a sea voyage. The weather had been brutally cold and snowy that winter, and she and Heather had gone overboard in buying some new clothing and swimsuits for the trip. One of the more interesting events for Sam had occurred even before the trip had started. Sam had come over for the evening and Tina had invited her lover inside, then ordered him to sit on the couch. Mystified, Sam had done so, and Tina had left him alone for several minutes while she retired to the bedroom. She had returned and come around to face him and asked, "Do you like my new swimsuit, Sam?" Sam stared at the busty girl as a lump formed in his throat and his eyes goggled out. Tina wore a smile and some high-heeled sandals, and not much else. The swimsuit consisted of some dental floss and tiny triangles of sheer nylon in a side tie thong pattern. Tina turned around twice modeling it. "Oh my God!", he whispered, his eyes lighting up. "There's just one problem, Sam. It's a little smaller than I thought. I didn't think you would mind, but maybe you could help." Sam stared as the girl's fingers pointed to the problem. The bikini bottom was so brief that even her tiny trimmed heart-shaped bush showed around the edges. "Could you help me with this? I would simply hate to get a nick?" She said this so innocently that Sam simply nodded his head in fervent agreement. Tina stripped off the suit, though she left the sandals on, and led Sam into the bedroom. Once there she brought her shaving gel and razor out and then lay down on the bed. She directed him in the procedure to shave her pussy completely bald, the sight of which drove Sam wild with desire. Finished, Tina threw her legs over Sam's shoulders and reached down. Spreading her pussy lips wide, she said, "Sam, there's still a little irritation. Could you kiss it and make it better? It's right here!" She pointed at her clit, inflamed with her desire, and Sam dove forward to kiss and lick it better. Sam was unsurprised when, once on the ship, Tina refused to wear the extreme bikini. Chickening out at the last minute she had instead worn a different suit, still a small one, but one that she hadn't needed to shave for. Sam teased her the rest of the day by making clucking sounds at her, to which she had furiously commented, "See if you ever get another cluck out of me!", which only set him to laughing even harder. Happily for Sam, Tina's swimsuits were practically her only underwear for the trip, since Heather had convinced her of the usefulness of a 'no-undie' vacation. It had been a very enjoyable trip for Sam, as he and Tina enjoyed a week without any family or work pressures, and they luxuriated in their ability to simply slip back to their cabin at any time of the day or night. The sex was by turns quiet and passionate or hot and sweaty, or sometimes even both, as they lost track of the times they held and loved each other. On one occasion they almost didn't make it back to the cabin. They were walking around the Promenade Deck late one night, well out to sea, and they stopped to look out over the bow of the ship. Tina giggled and pointed out a closer sight to Sam. Two decks down, in the dark shadows of the superstructure, a young couple cuddled on a deck lounger. Sam had seen them around the ship before and whispered to Tina that they were on their honeymoon. Tina giggled again and pointed again. The amorous young couple began to get carried away with themselves, and suddenly the bride looked around closely. Mistakenly thinking they were unseen and that the night was darker than it really was, she quickly undid some buttons on the front of her dress and straddled her new husband. He began fiddling between them as well, probably undoing his pants, and then Sam and Tina smiled at each other as the woman began a rapid humping motion as the man grabbed her ass and helped her along. A few minutes later she shuddered and collapsed into his arms, then they quickly stood up, rearranged their clothing, and ran off. "Ummm, Sam, I think we need to go back to the room.", commented Tina. She was dressed the same as she had at the company Christmas party, in the scarlet dress, stockings, and heels, and was feeling very excited. She turned towards her lover and tried to pull him along. Sam smiled but held his position. "Sam?" Smiling, Sam turned her back so that she was facing the bow, then stepped close behind her. Taking her hands in his, he placed them on the railing, then slowly drew his fingers along her wrists, then her forearms, and up to her shoulders. Leaning forward, he began to softly lick and nuzzle at the side of Tina's neck, a location he had pleasantly discovered was exceptionally intense for the girl. Tina began whimpering as Sam gently kissed and licked her, his fingers caressing her arms and shoulders. She thrust her ass back at the erection that was pressing against her. She begged for him to take her back to their cabin and fuck her. "Please, Sam, my pussy juice is running down my legs!", she whispered piteously. Instead, Sam had tormented her even further, taking her inside but stopping first at the Champagne Bar, an elegant late night lounge. He ordered champagne cocktails and dawdled over his as he continued to gently caress Tina's skin, now reaching down to surreptitiously run his fingertips across her knees and thighs. By the time Tina had drawn Sam back to their cabin she was as aroused as she could ever remember. She practically raped him as soon as the door was closed. Shrugging her dress to the floor, she had pushed him to the bed and almost torn his trousers open, then climbed on top and impaled herself on his cock. An orgasm ripped through her even before she had fully sank down onto him, then she had ridden him to a second, even bigger 'Big O.' Afterwards, exhausted and sated for the moment,, Tina had collapsed onto Sam's heaving chest had whispered, "I love you, Sam, I love you. Anything you want, Sam, anything, that's what I'll do for you." Startled, Sam had smiled upwards and said, "Really?" Tina had started at that, then looked her lover in the eye and nodded with a smile. Sam had directed the girl in removing the rest of his clothing and then sucking his cock until it was stiff enough for a second go around. Then he had placed Tina on her back and lifted her legs up high enough to stuff a pair of pillows under her ass. Satisfied with this posture, he had knelt between her legs and fucked her cunt briefly, then pulled out and stuffed it into her ass, so that he was assfucking her while watching her face. The expressions of lust and pleasure had been well worth the trip. Sam's pleasant reverie was ended when he noticed Tina driving into the parking garage. Waving to her, he directed the girl to park next to his car, then held her hand as they walked around to Main Street. Sam led the way to the Subway. Tina looked at him curiously as they ordered their subs. "A little different, isn't it?" Sam shrugged. He didn't answer until they were sitting in their booth by the window and had unfolded their napkins. "I figured we could do some shopping here as well as eat." He pointed out the window and across the street. Tina followed his finger but only saw a string of shops at the corner, including a jewelry store. She gave him a very confused look. "I bet they sell engagement rings over there." Tina's head whipped around wildly as she stared at Sam. Her mouth moved wordlessly for several seconds before she could control herself sufficiently to talk. "Sam, are you asking me to marry you!?", she demanded. Sam smiled as he finished chewing the bite of sandwich he was working on and nodded. Swallowing hurriedly, he said, "Yes, I guess I am." He sipped from his drink and held up a hand to forestall any questions. Finished, he wiped his mouth and continued on. "Honey, we have been dancing around this for the last three months, so it really shouldn't be a surprise. It's been 'what if' and 'what would you do' and 'hypothetically speaking' since the beginning of the year. I say we do it." Tina began to cry and Sam began to get worried. "Uh, are those good tears or bad tears?" Tina rolled her eyes and wiped her tears away with a smile. "Good tears, you idiot. Is this how you asked Lee to marry you? In a sub shop?" Sam looked at the floor sheepishly as he answered. "Well, actually I asked her at her parent's house, while we were watching a football game." "A football game!", Tina demanded incredulously. "Yeah, it was at Thanksgiving, so it had to have been the Lions. I asked her at halftime." Tina simply shook her head in disbelief. "I had to fall for Mister fucking Romantic. Jesus Christ, Sam, a football game!? And now a sub shop?!" Sam looked down at the crumb-swept floor. "Uh, you want me on my knees or something?" Tina simply shook her head and decided to let him off the hook. "No, Sam, you don't have to kneel on the dirty floor. Just marry me." She laughed at the sudden look of delight on his face. "Jesus, you had me scared there. I thought you were going to say no.", he admitted. Tina wadded up the remains of her lunch. "Come on, Sam. Hurry up. We have to buy me an engagement ring and then go back to my place for some really great sex." "Hmmm... Really great, huh? Not just regularly great, but really great.", he teased her as he rolled up his trash. "Sam, you won't need just one Viagra.", she warned him. "You'll need two!" "Yikes!" ------- The afternoon had gone very well, by practically every measure. Surprising everybody, the engagement ring that Tina had chosen had been on a ring that was actually her size, so that Sam had little more to do than pull out his credit card and pay for it. A perfect cut stone of slightly over one carat in size, it gleamed nicely on Tina's ring finger. Shortly after they arrived back at Tina's apartment the ring was all that she was wearing. The afternoon had begun with an extremely enjoyable blow job, then later settled into some excellent missionary position and doggy style. Afterwards, cuddling naked beneath the sheets on her bed, Tina lay across Sam's chest and asked, "Sam, what happens now?" "Hmmm?", he asked in confusion. "What do you mean?" Tina wiggled her engagement ring in front of his face. "This, Sam! What happens now? You asked, I answered, but now what?" "Well, we get married.", he responded, still not understanding what she wanted. Tina gave a low shriek of exasperation and sat up, pulling the sheet around her naked form. "No, I mean, what's next, you know, the office, the wedding, your family, mine. What do we do now?" Sam nodded in final understanding and sat upright, to move backwards and lean against the headboard. "Okay, first things first, we should probably tell our families. You already know my kids, and you know they will be cool with things. Do you want me to come with you when you tell your parents?" Tina gave a horrified look and shrieked, "NO!" Calming slightly, she continued, "Jesus, Sam, this is going to be tough enough without my father killing you on sight! I'll drive down there tonight and explain it. Maybe I can hide his shotgun and ammo! Christ!" "And what if he forbids it?" "He can't. Like you said, I'm not a minor and I can marry who I want to.", she answered evenly. "If they don't want to come to the wedding, that is their problem. What about your family?", she asked. Sam shrugged. "Like I said, my kids will be fine with it. We'll have to see my lawyer sometime soon, to redo my will and the pre-nup, but we've discussed that." Tina nodded her understanding. In an earlier conversation, one of the 'hypothetically speaking' talks, Sam had explained that he would need both to redo his will and get a pre-nuptial agreement signed, so that his children would be taken care of in all cases. They would both get a third of any eventual estate, and any new wife would get the other third, with possible modifications as his children grew up and moved out on their own. If anything, Tina had taken this to show how serious Sam was about the possibility they might be moving closer to marriage. Sam continued, "If you mean what about Lee's family, that is probably going to be another story entirely. I'm going to have to go to Albany tomorrow and have it out with Derrick." At Tina's confused look, he said, "Let's face it honey, he already knows about this morning." "How?", she asked. Sam stared at her briefly and laughed. "Your old man decked me in the lobby! The whole fucking company has heard by now! Hell, it's probably already in the company newspaper!" He reached over and grabbed his jacket and pulled his cigarettes and a lighter out. "No, this is going to come to a head tomorrow one way or another, and Derrick and I are going to have to settle this. If he falls in line the rest of the family will fall in line as well." "I'm not sure I understand, Sam?" Tina got out of bed and brought Sam an ashtray, then pulled a short silk robe on and climbed back onto the bed. "What is the problem with you and the Busbys?" Sam delayed answering, going through the ritual of pulling out a cigarette and lighting up, then taking a long drag before answering. "Well, for want of a better explanation, we could simply say that the only thing that we have in common is Lee. We met in college, you know, and the truth is that we had absolutely nothing in common. Literally, nothing! The Busbys are all hard core Catholic; I'm Lutheran. They're Yankees and I'm from Atlanta. They are white trash that made good; my family is upper-middle class. The list goes on and on." He waved around his half-finished cigarette. "I'm the only one in the family that smokes. They used to make me feel like a child molester when I went outside to light up." "Sam...", replied Tina in a disbelieving tone. "I am not kidding, babe. Big George and Momma always had me figured for the biggest loser, someone who was marrying their moron daughter for their money. The fact that the money divided so many ways means nobody gets shit means nothing to them. Likewise the fact that for years I never worked for them, and they asked me to join the company. It's a good thing Lee and the others bought out Big George and Momma before she died, because all of us used to joke that if Lee died, the big question would be whether they would fire me before or after the funeral." "Sam!", cried a surprised Tina. "What about your parents?" Sam's face split with a big grin. "Oh, they're just as bad. Our mothers simply can not stand each other! They've only been together five times - the wedding, three christenings, and the funeral. They hate each other's guts!" He counted off the times on his fingers. "Why?" Sam laughed. "All of the above. I married a Yankee Democrat, for starters. What really set them off was after the engagement." Sam took a deep drag on his cigarette and continued. "See, we had a real problem getting the ring, it wasn't like today. I was living in New Jersey, she was up here, the jewelers screwed up, yadda, yadda, yadda... It took almost three months for me to get the ring to Lee. Lee's mother wrote a long letter to my mother claiming that I was simply leading Lee on and dragging things out so I could get in her pants. At this, my mother writes back saying that Lee is a tramp using sex to lure her wonderful son over to the 'Dark Side.' Oh, it was classic!" "Jesus!", exclaimed Tina, in shock. "It got better when I left being a chemist to go sell homes. My father stopped talking to me for three years! They paid for me to become a scientist, not something lower than a lawyer!" "College was pretty important to them, huh?" "Listen, here's one of the biggest differences. You know I've had a bunch of college, right? Are you aware that most of the Busbys have no more than a high school diploma. Big George and Momma never considered it important, and if the kids didn't want to go, fine. They could work at the company. I am not joking when I say that I have more degrees than the rest of the owners combined." Tina gave him a reproving look. "Sam, don't be a snob. They've done very well! You don't need a lot of fancy degrees to do okay." Sam nodded and stubbed out his cigarette Tina moved to lie against him, and Sam enjoyed the feel of the smooth and warm muscle beneath the silky robe. "I agree, they have done well. Derrick and Dickie and Jack are some of the brightest people I know. On the other hand, most of the rest are as dumb as a box of rocks. In both Pearl's and Billy's cases, they barely got passed through a parochial school that their parents practically supported single-handed. Besides, education isn't about how many diplomas you have, but about opportunities later on, jobs that the diplomas open up to you. I mean I've gotten jobs just for the initials RPI and MBA.", he said, referring to his undergraduate degree from Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute and his first graduate degree later on. Continuing, Sam said, "Do you realize that I am the only owner of the company who has ever, and I mean EVER, worked anywhere but at Busby? Even the ones who went to college always worked summers for the company. They have no idea what the real world is like. Momma once asked why I would want a degree in computers, since I could never leave and earn more than twenty grand a year at that." "Sam, I make almost that myself.", remarked the beautiful girl leaning against him. "See what I mean? She literally has no clue what life is like elsewhere. Education is about options, and most of the Busbys are very aware that I have many more options than them, and they do not like that at all." "Just how many degrees do you actually have?", she asked. "Well, back in the Seventies I got my BS in Chemistry and an MBA. Later, when I started in computers, I picked up an Associates in Computer Science and a Ph.D. in math.", he answered. "Information theory, actually." Tina goggled at this. "You're a doctor!?" "No, doctors are the guys in the funny white coats who make you stick your tongue out and go 'Ahhhhh!'" "Sam, I don't know. I think you are full of shit!", she said with a laugh. Sam's face gained an annoyed look to it, but then he laughed. "Piled higher and deeper, honey. Still, you can do the test. Next time you have the Times-Union, look in the Help Wanted ads, and check out what people get paid for their jobs. Compare the pay described with what various job skills the owners have." "I don't understand." "Well, consider Mickey. Hell of a nice guy, but he is at most a freight dispatcher. Look at what dispatchers make in the real world and compare it to my salary. We get paid the same, we're family, we all get the same pay. Or look up construction foreman, which is the same thing that Billy does, or secretary, which is Pearl. Hell, check for sales managers and salesmen, which accounts for the rest of the bunch." And?", she pressed. "And then compare the difference with what I qualify for. Senior network administrators or systems managers, or hell, even college professors. I have the credentials. You will find that I am practically the only guy in upper management who could leave and not go bankrupt." Tina looked shocked at this. "Sam, are you planning on quitting?!" "I hope not. I'm getting too old to do that shit.", he said with a smile. "Hey, hey, not to worry. Nothing like that is going to happen!", he reassured the girl. Pushing the sheets down and exposing his limp dick, he said, "Come on. Let's fool around some more. I am going to have to go home and talk to the kids, and you need to talk to your parents, and I think we have time to goof off first." Tina laughed at this, then stripped off her robe and lowered her face to her fiancée's crotch. ------- Sam Charles sprawled out on Derrick's couch as he reviewed the trade journal while waiting for his brother-in-law and boss to show up. He wasn't completely unprepared for what was about to ensue, since he had spent the late afternoon drive up the interstate on his cell phone, making preparations. The morning filled him with considerable foreboding and he did not look forward to what would inevitably come. On the positive side, Tina had called very late to announce that while her parents were very unhappy, they had not disowned her, at least not entirely. Whether they would be attending the wedding was questionable, and Sam's offer to pay for something small, immediate families only, was going to be accepted. "Sam, they really don't have the money, anyway. They're just dairy farmers with four daughters to get through school and marry off. No matter what, it would be nothing like what you described as Big George and Momma doing for you and Lee." Certainly any hopes that his appearance would go unnoticed was wishful thinking. Where Tina's father had managed to connect had developed into a classic shiner, a textbook black eye that sunglasses had no hope of hiding. Sam had wanted to shrug it off as a scratch or a bump, but it looked precisely like what it was, a gift from an irate father. It certainly caught Derrick Busby's eye as he entered his office. "You stupid son of a bitch! I warned you about what would happen!", he said angrily, tossing his briefcase aside and dropping into his swivel chair behind his desk. "Sit up when you talk to me.", he ordered. "And good morning to you.", said Sam as he straightened up, swinging his feet to the floor. "You think this is funny!?", roared Derrick. "I have already heard about this nonsense from Trustco and Albany Mack! We're the laughing stock of the business because you can't keep your dick in your pants! Now what do you have to say, laughing boy!?" Derrick had been working himself up to his present state since the previous night, and was now approaching full lather. His wife Lonnie was not among Sam's admirers and had not doused the flames. "Me? I say, 'So what?' I say it's nobody's business but mine and Tina's.", replied Sam calmly. "We're getting married. Want to come to the wedding?" "You go to hell, you bastard!", Derrick yelled back, half standing in fury. He caught himself before he went any further and sat back down. He seemed unnaturally calm as he went on. "Now listen up and listen good. Here is what is going to happen. There is no wedding. You are not marrying the little slut. You are never going to see her again. This whole damn mess is over. You are out of Oneonta and she is gone. She is fired. You don't like it, you're fired too." "Really?", commented Sam quietly, a ghostly half smile on his face. "Perhaps you want me tarred and feathered? And, Tina, she gets a scarlet 'A' to wear on her coat?" "Just push it, asshole, and you are out of here so fast your head will spin." "No.", said Sam simply. "No what!?", demanded Derrick. "No everything. I am not dumping Tina. I am going to marry her. You are not going to fire her." Sam stood and headed for the door. "And one last thing. If you ever say one more thing about my fiancée, what her old man did to me will look like child's play next to what I will do to you." "Get out! You are gone! Fired!" Sam closed the door on his ranting boss and went down the hall to his office. Jack Busby stepped into Sam's office about an hour later, closing the door behind him. He found Sam with several large corrugated cardboard cartons strewn around, and Sam was cleaning out his office, putting books in one box, and personal items in another. Sam greeted him pleasantly, and moved one of the boxes off an armchair. "What do you think you are doing?", demanded Jack in an exasperated tone. Sam tossed another box aside and sat down at his desk, leaning back and lacing his fingers behind his head. Jack sat down as well, and repeated, "What is this?" Sam smiled. "Hey, your brother fired me." "No, he didn't." Sam smiled wider, and Jack continued. "Where the fuck do you think I've been for the last hour? I have discussed the matter with my brother and he has reconsidered his position." "Let me guess, it took ten minutes to calm him down, thirty to get hold of the lawyers, five to tell him to knock it off, and the rest of the time to calm him down again. Am I close?" Jack looked disgusted. "You really like to push it, don't you? You really can be an asshole, you know!" Then he shrugged. "That was pretty much the schedule. So put your shit away." Sam reached into a drawer and tossed a couple of CDs into a box. "I don't think so. I don't really like some of what has been going on, so I think I'd better find a new home. You want my two weeks notice, or should I get out of Dodge immediately?" Now it was Jack's turn to stare wildly. "What?!" "I'm gone. I quit. I found another job.", answered Sam calmly. "What... you can't... you're an owner... Jesus Christ!" "Jack, it has been pointed out frequently that ownership and employment are not related, usually with one of your brothers doing the talking, and usually to one of your other brothers. And I have to tell you, I have heard some awfully nasty things said about me and Tina, again, usually by one of your brothers. I have had more than my ration of shit, and now you guys are going after my fiancée and my kids. Enough is enough.", said Sam. "Hey, don't blame me. I haven't said a word. And nobody has done a thing to your kids." "Really? So when Momma told Lizzie that she could live with them and not have to put up with my tramp girlfriend, she was only kidding around, right?" Jack looked pained at this, and grimaced. He had heard this as well, and there was little he could say. Shrugging, he decided to make the best of the situation. "So who takes over in Oneonta? And who does your shit here?" "Oneonta was only supposed to be temporary, remember? Hell, make Margie, the manager. You've been paying her an extra hundred a week to be assistant for two years now. Make her the real manager, or decide she can't be a manager and stop throwing away your dough." Jack nodded thoughtfully at this. "As for here, Charles Computer Consulting is ready to offer contract rates only twice what Sam Charles is being paid right now. A real bargain, if you ask me." Sam smiled like a hungry vulture eyeing road kill. "Twice! Fuck you!", yelled Jack with a smile. On second thought, he considered silently, normal contract rates were even higher than that. "Hell, I don't know, if you think it's best. I'll call a meeting of the directors and we'll buy you out." It was Sam's turn to grin. "You can call all the meetings you want. I don't plan to sell." It was Jack's turn to look stunned. "Hey, I don't care what the policy is. Derrick isn't the only one to talk to lawyers. I talked to some, too. There is no legal requirement for me to sell." "It will be a fair offer.", said Jack, a trifle weakly. This was not a direction he had expected the conversation to move in. "You're damn right it will be fair!", replied Sam with a big grin. "And it won't be some piddly-ass payout like we used to buy out the rest of the family way back when." Big George and Momma had sold shares in some of the subsidiaries to their children even if they had not been employed by the company. One of the first orders of business had been to buy out these siblings as quickly as possible, to gain full control of the company for the new owners. The typical tactic was to wait for the young brother or sister to marry or buy a house, and offer several thousand in cash for their shares, to 'help.' "Uh, you know policy is to buy out people who leave..." "No, policy is to try and buy them out. Go talk to your lawyers some more." "We'll still be cutting you a check for the savings you have with us." Another company policy was to make it easy for the owners to invest their excellent paychecks back into the firm, so as to not draw cash down. The savings were paid at the Prime Rate. "You have no legal right to force me to divulge any of my holdings. Likewise, my pension and 401(k) are fully vested, and I will be taking a COBRA extension on my medical insurance until my new job starts.", replied Sam. "Christ, you really have been talking to lawyers!" "Yeah, I really have.", agreed Sam. "I've also talked to them about sexual discrimination. You know, in case Tina needed a lawyer?" "What the hell does that mean?", asked Jack darkly. "Well, Derrick did threaten to fire her, didn't he, and her only crime was to have an affair with her older boss, one of the owners." "So? That was you!", insisted Jack. Sam shrugged pleasantly. "Yes, but I've been fired, so my guilt is already established, ipso facto. We are now talking about the civil liability that Busby Housing faces. Why I would bet that the litigation could take several years, and cost every dollar of profit during that time to pay for lawyers." "You son of a bitch!", whispered Jack, horrified. "Don't you ever doubt it, Jack, don't you ever doubt it. A simple word of warning, you can't touch me, but you fire her or harass her or say one damn thing, and I will pay for her lawyers with every last cent of your money. Is that understood?" "Yes, damn it! What about her? Is she going to commute from Ballston Spa to Oneonta every day?" "Already taken care of.", assured Sam. "Dickie has an opening in Saratoga for a Sales Coordinator. She starts next month." Sam had arranged this last night, calling Dickie at home and swearing him to secrecy. Even Tina didn't know yet. "You really are the smart son of a bitch, aren't you?", said Jack, half in admiration. "I ought to help you pack! Where are you going next?" "I though about going solo, you know, consulting, but I really prefer a steady paycheck. Then I thought about going on board with Empire." Jack's eyes bugged out at the mention of their largest competitor. "I mean, those non-compete agreements you had everybody sign? You never had us owners sign them! Very sloppy, Jack, very sloppy!" "You wouldn't!" Sam laughed. "No, I wouldn't! I start at RPI in the fall. I was able to make full professor and get tenure. The pay is actually a hair over my base pay here." "So what? What about the bonus, the dividends and interest, the company car? You can't live on just your base pay!", argued Jack Busby. Sam smiled and shrugged. "I don't know about that, Jack. My mortgage is paid for, Sammy is already half through college, and I can put Lizzie through RPI for free, now. Besides, I might not be making bonus anymore, but you screw with the dividends and interest, and both Junior and I will make your lives a legal hell." George Junior was the oldest brother, a cranky and cantankerous man, which was probably the reason he and Sam got along so well. He had left several years before, but had never sold his shares back either. "As for the company car, are you referring to the six year old Taurus that I drive while Pearl drives a brand new Jeep?" Sam cocked his head to the side and continued wryly, "Are you sure she can even spell Jeep? Besides, I can always do consulting on the side." "Shit!" Jack was one of the few Busbys with any college and knew what a professorship meant. "Listen, you guys always pooh-poohed my education, trying to get me to quit. Hell, Derrick and Billy refused to let me out an hour early to attend some classes. 'There was no benefit to Busby Housing from my attending college, ' they told me. Well, guess what? I not only graduated, I got my Ph.D. Big George and Momma didn't even bother attending my graduation! That was three years ago. From now on, you guys can call me Doctor Charles and kiss my ass!" "Oh, shit!", groaned Jack Busby. ------- Lizzie's insistence on attending the get acquainted dinner with the Lawson family was a blessing in disguise. Sam worked in Albany the balance of the week without seeing his fiancée, who arranged a meeting with her parents that would hopefully be less physical than the last one. In the hope that Frank Lawson would not become a public nuisance, Tina made reservations at Brook's Barbecue, arguably the best family restaurant in central New York. She and her parents were already waiting inside when Sam and Lizzie showed up five minutes late. Lizzie bounced up to her friend squealing and giggling, demanding to see the ring. "Let me see, let me see!", she cried as she hugged her friend. Tina laughed. "Mom, Dad, this is Sam's daughter, Lizzie. She is just the greatest." Lizzie turned to her future relatives and shook their hands. Frank, in particular, was somewhat overwhelmed by the bubbly and rambunctious teen. He dumbly shook her hand, even as he warily eyed Sam. He remained silent as the other man moved closer to the table. "Here, Daddy, you sit here.", said Sam's daughter as she pointed at a chair across the table from Frank. "I'll sit between you two so you can't get in another fight. Your eye is just starting to get better.", she said brightly. "Christ!", muttered Frank, half under his breath. His wife and daughter laughed as he began to blush. "I apologize for that.", he said to Sam. Sam doubted the complete sincerity of the apology, but kept it to himself. "Accepted. I suppose I would have gone a bit nuts if Lizzie brought home a guy our age." "Does that mean I can chase around old guys, Daddy?", asked Sam's daughter, which elicited several more laughs. "Really old guys? Maybe in their forties?" Lizzie's antics were almost the only thing that kept the dinner on an even keel. Frank had accepted his daughter's decision with considerable ill grace, faced with the certain knowledge that she was even more pigheaded than he was. She had told him in no uncertain terms that she was going to do what she wanted, and that if he ever wanted to see her again, he would accept her new life. His acceptance was grudging at best however, and the dinner was strained. Sam doubted their would be another family get-together any time soon. Even this one, civil if not happy, almost ended up in a fight. At the end of the meal, Tina asked her parents to drive her car home, since they were going to be driving right by her apartment. She would be going back to Ballston Spa with Sam and Lizzie. Frank's explosion was predictable but muted, and both Lizzie and Tina stepped between the two men until Frank settled down again. "You don't think that maybe we could have handled that a little better?", asked Sam. "Sam, my father is probably never going to be real accepting of this, so let's not lie about it. I really doubt that the two of you are ever going to be golf buddies, you know? I simply think that the sooner he gets over the mad, the sooner we can get on with our lives." Sam grunted in acknowledgement, if not total agreement, then looked up at the rear view mirror to see his daughter smiling. "If you ever do to me what Tina has done to her father, I won't kill him, I'll kill you!" Tina and Lizzie laughed uproariously at this. "And now Sam?", asked Tina. Sam shrugged, then smiled. "And now we set a date and get married." He reached across the front seat and took his fiancée's hand in his. Lizzie grinned from behind them as her father went on. "We either get married now and have our honeymoon this summer, or we wait until after the fall semester, and take our honeymoon over winter break. You choose." "This is so cool!", said Lizzie, leaning forward from the back seat. "You are going to be such a great evil stepmother!" She was already cast as the bridesmaid. "Oh shit!", moaned Sam. "Sammy probably has a T-shirt already made up saying that!" It wasn't quite that bad, just almost that bad. When they arrived at the Charles' home in Ballston Spa Tina noticed that Sammy's car was in the driveway, so he had come home from college for the weekend. As soon as Tina stepped through the door, Sammy leapt up from the couch and advanced towards her, his arms thrown wide, crying, "Mommy! How about a big hug and kiss!" Tina fended off her stepson-to-be good-naturedly as his father rolled his eyes. Spotting a laughing Cindy Matsuko across the room, she called out, "Heel your dog, Cindy, or we'll have to neuter him." Sam let out a loud 'Yip!' at this and ran away to hide behind his girlfriend. "Help me, baby, anything but that!", he cried out loudly. "You guys missed a really interesting dinner.", commented Lizzie as she saw the others. "Not great, but interesting." Her brother snorted derisively. "Thank you, but no. Tomorrow will be interesting enough." He looked over at his father. "Nana left a message on the answering machine. They're flying in to Albany tomorrow afternoon on Southwest." Lizzie squealed in delight. "Oh, goodie! So where is Cindy going to stay, with Nana and PopPop in the guest room." Cindy blushed fiercely at this, as Sammy mumbled, "Well, I mean, I'd been thinking..." "Keep right on thinking, buster.", responded Sam. Even though his girlfriend was going to be sleeping with him, he had a major problem with his son's girlfriend sleeping in the same bed with his son. He knew he was being hypocritical and didn't care. The pair would simply have to sneak around for a few days until they got back to college. Lizzie turned to Tina excitedly. "You are just going to love my grandparents. They are so cool!" Tina eyed her fiancée. Sam said, "I talked to them earlier in the week and invited them up. They usually visit at Christmas anyway, and we go down there in the summer, but the schedule this year is a bit out of whack. They're very interested in meeting you." "I'll bet.", said Tina without a lot of conviction. "It'll be fine." "They're going to love you!", interjected his daughter. "I say so, and I'm they're only granddaughter and I'm the favorite!" Lizzie glanced at Sam to find him nodding in amusement. He shrugged his shoulders and laughed. "Dad made absolutely no bones about it growing up, his favorite kid was our sister, the baby of the family. My brother and I could just look at each other funny and Dad would start swinging, but Ruth, she could come home with a bloody knife in one hand and a severed head in the other, and he'd go, 'Isn't that cute!' He was hopeless." It was decided that Cindy would bed down in the family room downstairs for the weekend, an arrangement which allowed her and Sammy a considerable degree of privacy. They were downstairs and Lizzie had headed for bed, leaving Tina alone with Sam in the den. Sam sank back into his armchair and smiled at the young woman, patting his knee, and Tina slipped onto his lap sideways, to curl up against her lover. "You're scared about meeting my family.", stated Sam softly. Tina sniffled and a tear rolled down her cheek. Sam cuddled her shivering body against his. "Oh, God, Sam, my family hates me, your family hates me, what if your parents hate me?" "Shhh, shhh..." Sam rubbed the nervous girl's back as he soothed her. "Nobody hates you." He kissed her gently and tipped her face up to look at his. "Now listen. Your family does not hate you. They are simply frightened for you, that I'm not good for you. The Busbys don't hate you either. They hate me, which is different." Tina giggled at this, and Sam continued. "My family loves you. My kids think you're great, and my parents already think you're a good influence on me." Tina started at this. "What!?" Sam laughed. "Sure! You're the woman who got me away from Busby Housing. I can guarantee you that they've already been telling everybody on the bridge-and-bingo set about their son the college professor." "You know, I never thought about that." "The only thing that could possibly be a problem was if I was to marry another Yankee Democrat." "Sam!" Tina had told her love that she was both a native born New Yorker and a Democrat... "Oh yeah, oops, that could be a problem." Sam brought a hand around from where it had been rubbing Tina's back to her front, to begin slowly toying with and undoing the buttons on her blouse. Tina closed her eyes blissfully as Sam began touching her skin. "Dad's going to like you anyway. He may be over the hill, but he still likes a pretty girl." Tina opened her eyes wide, and said in a shocked voice, "Sam!" Sam grinned and nodded back at her. "Oh yeah, he does. If he says anything you don't like, tell my mother, and she'll smack him with her cane." Tina giggled at this and relaxed back against Sam, squirming and whimpering pleasantly as his fingers undid the front clasp on her bra, to slip beneath and caress the firm flesh of her large and excited breasts. She wriggled happily as he continued lower, to undo the snap holding her jeans together and lower the zipper. "It's too bad its so chilly outside, or we could sneak out and go swimming.", he whispered in her ear as he licked her earlobe. "Sam! You... Lee...", sputtered Tina, sitting upright and staring at him. Sam chuckled and took the opportunity to help Tina out of her clothing, then pulled her back against him. "It's the only thing about the damn pool I really liked! I'm a terrible swimmer, hun, terrible unless I've got a nice pair of life preservers to hold on to." With this comment he took hold of Tina's tits firmly and began to tweak and pinch her nipples. Tina began to pant with the enjoyment of her building orgasm. Sam slid a hand slowly down to her pussy and Tina splayed her legs wide for even easier access. Tina gasped as the first peak hit, a pulsing wave that spread from her cunt out across her body. She could feel her pussy twitching as she humped back against Sam's probing fingers. He eased off slightly, to allow her to wind down a touch, then thrust them well inside her, finger fucking her fiercely as he took her to a second and larger come. Deciding it was his turn, Sam shifted Tina slightly on his lap, and she watched him through glazed eyes as he undid his pants and exposed his stiff cock. Taking hold of her waist, he helped her into position, straddling him in the armchair, and Tina sank down onto him, orgasming again as she did so. Then as he guided her motions, Tina bounced lewdly atop his cock, waving her massive tits in his face until he groaned and spewed into her tight and juicy pussy. Her chest heaving, she collapsed in exhausted delight against him. "Well, Sam, whatever happens, it won't be boring!" Tina laid her head on Sam's shoulder and sighed in contentment. No matter what happened, they would face it together. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2001-12-27 Last Modified: 2002-05-20 / 12:00:00 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------