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Liz and the man she was with were totally oblivious of my presnce. I
heard their breathing  getting more labored. their movements becoming
more frantic and Liz's beautiful voice demanding as she lustfully cried
out for him to fuck her harder and faster.  I could not help but grow
hard myself as I watched the man make mad passionate love to my dream
girl and wondered why some guys get all the luck.  Liz threw back her
head and cried out loudly without words and I heard the man follow with
a low groan.  I quickly stepped out and closed the door. 

Breathing hard at the erotic scene I had just witnessed, I ducked into
the bathroom. I was so hard and so horny I needed some relief or I was
going to have a serious case of blue balls! I pulled my hard cock out
and gazed at it in the mirror.  Smirking to myself, I closed my eyes
and replayed the scene I had witnessed in my mind. Of course, I
pictured myself fucking Liz.  It didn't take me long and in a few
minutes, emptied my cock and cleaned myself up. I came out of the
bathroom to see Liz standing there, dressed with the man that been with
her in the bed. 

"Oh hi Romel. I thought I heard someone in the bathroom." 

"Um yeah. I just got here." 

"Is Marisol here?" 

"No it is just me." 

"Oh, too bad."  She turned to the man at her side.  "Honey, this is
Romel. We used to go to school together.  Romel, this is my fiancee,
Alex." 

"Nice to meet you."Alex said to me pleasantly, a  smile on his face as
he held out his hand. 

"Yeah, you to." I managed, shaking his hand.  Not that  I am gay, but
even I had to admit that Alex was a handsome man with his dark hair and
piercing green eyes.  I guess Liz thought so too, the way she gazed at
him . 

"Sweetheart, I am going to that little place across the street for some
lunch,care to join us Romel?" 

"Please stay."  Liz insisted. 

Since she put it that way, I agreed. Alex left and I was alone with Liz
for the first time. 

"When is the wedding?" 

"Hmm? Oh next  year. We wanted asmall intimate affair, but my mom said I
had to have the big church wedding seeing as she never had that when
she married my father...or my stepfather." 

She sat down across from me and crossed those shapely legs of hers. 

"Can  I ask you something?" 

She nodded. 

"Why is it you never acknowledge my telling you I loved you in my
letters. I meant it. I did love you." 

She laughed. "Honestly Romel. I was a child when you met me. I hadn't
even gone through puberty yet. You started writing to me when I was
only 15 years old.  Besides, you were also geographically undesirable
and maybe you were only in love with the fact that marrying me would
guarantee you a greencard to stay and work in the U.S." 

I made a face.  "I make a good living." 

"A tenth of what you would be making in your field in the U.S.  Same
goes for Marisol." 

"Did  you ever love me?" 

"I'll admit, I had  a crush on you when I was 12." 

"How about now?" 

'Now?  You are married with a son Romel." 

"Would you consider sleeing with me, just once before you leave?" 

"Are you out of your mind?"  Liz's voice had turned cold. I knew I
shouldn't have said anything but she was so close, so beautiful,and the
air of sex that clung to her was unmistakble. 

"Come on Liz.  Meet me somewhere. It will be our little secret." 

She shook her head.  "Don't spoil our renunion with stupid talk Romel.
Now stop it before Alex comes back and hears you." 

I leaned foward and kissed he lips and closed my hands on those
voluptuous breasts of hers.   Her lips remained stiff and taut and she
pushed me away. 

"Really Romel.  What is wrong with you?" 

"I'll bet you aren't so cold to Alex. In fact, I know it. I arrived
while he was fucking your brains out." 

Liz's eyes narrowed.  "Really? Then you shouldn't not even have opened
your mouth. I love Alex and there was nothing wrong with sharing my
body with him. We are getting married!" 

"I'm sorry Liz. I shouldn't have been so disrespectful." 

Liz accepted my apology and we had a nice lunch together, even though I
could help but be envious of the way Alex and Liz were together. He
seemed to act that if I hadn't been there, he would have dragged her
off to bed for another sack session. 

We met for dinner the following evening and when I arrived home I
pleased to see my wfie already in bed.  I quickly undressed gazing at
her sleeping face. She was no striking beauty like Liz, but she was
pretty. I climbed into bed naked, and began to kiss her, hiking her
nightgown up to her waist to touch her soft pussy. Soon, she beagan to
kiss me back.When  I finally stuck my hard cock into my wife, I focused
my gaze and thoughts on her for the first time in awhile. 

That was three years ago. I still get a yearly Christmas card from Liz
who was now married to Alex. My wife gave birth to a daughter this past
spring, and is pregnant with our third child.  I have a  wonderful
family anc cannot believe that I almost threw it away for a fling. 

This is a true story, and would appreciate feedback.  Copyright 2009

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Pretending

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Connie woke up slowly, gently prodded along by the sunlight peeking
through the blinds. She took a moment to orient herself. I don't
have piles of books on top of my computer, she thought. Then she
remembered where she was and tentatively turned her head. Simon lay
behind her, his hand on her waist, sleeping like a log. 

Her first instinct was to jump out of the bed, but she quieted herself.
That would wake Simon up, and she wasn't sure she was ready for that
yet. Instead, she carefully moved his arm and slid out of the bed. He
turned over but only to burrow back into the pillow and blanket. She
smiled as she left the room, making sure the door didn't slam shut. 

Now what? she wondered. Nothing like this had ever happened
between them before. There'd been no awkward moments that she could
recall, no hugs that went on too long, no almost-kisses, nothing like
that. She'd managed to keep her feelings under wraps. After last night,
she wasn't sure she'd be able to much longer. Not when they were
planning this charade for the holiday, and not when she'd be sharing a
bed with him again. 

As she got ready for her shower, she could feel her insecurities rising
up again. I do not want to deal with this, she thought
despairingly. I can't. My boss wants three projects due when I don't
have time for one. Mom has been all over me about Simon. Now
this... Stepping under the hot water, she decided she just would
have to sort it out in her head and talk later. She just needed to get
through Thanksgiving, which mercifully was only five days away, and
three of those would be occupied with work. 

It was difficult, though, to ignore what had happened. She'd dreamed
about it, hoped for it, and then...she'd almost had it. 

x-x-x-x 

Simon woke up and out of habit reached out to smack the snooze button on
his clock. Gradually, it dawned on him that it had been quiet before he
hit it, and was still quiet. Ah, he thought, it's Saturday.
Thank heavens for that. He recalled how Friday had worn him out
with meetings and deadlines. He was so tired that he'd almost been
afraid to drive home. When he did get home, he felt badly that he could
barely keep his eyes open before saying good night to Connie. 

He had to admit, he was enjoying being her boyfriend. Pretending,
he corrected himself, and sighed when he recalled Connie's words the
night before. That led to thoughts of what followed and...wow, what had
followed had been great. The feel of her next to him, under him,
touching him—it had driven him crazy. He wanted it again. 

That was when he realized Connie wasn't in the bed. He shot upright.
Oh, no, he thought, did I just screw it all up? No, he
reassured himself after a minute's reflection, he didn't think so.
Connie was a fairly early riser, even on weekends, and probably hadn't
wanted to wake him after he'd been so exhausted. Would she talk about
what happened? He was willing to bet not, at least not right away. 

After analyzing the situation, and what he knew about Connie, he decided
it was best to wait before talking, and certainly before confessing his
feelings. If he told her now, he was sure that she wouldn't believe
him. She would think he was doing it out of obligation, which wasn't
true, but it would be hard to convince her. One thing he'd learned
during this rehearsal period was that Connie put on a good front of
self-confidence, but it wasn't always true. He didn't want to pressure
her. 

I'll find the right time, he promised himself. It will have to
wait, but I'll find the right time. 

x-x-x-x 

Thanksgiving seemed to arrive suddenly. They both worked hard Monday
through Wednesday as their offices moved to make up for lost time that
the days flew by. It seemed to Connie that before she knew it they were
in Simon's car, which was larger than hers and more comfortable, and
starting on the four-hour drive that would take them to her parents. 

The night they'd almost made love never came up again, even though
Connie had spent two more nights in Simon's bed. When they came home
from work on Tuesday, it was to discover that the ceiling in Connie's
room was leaking badly and had soaked the bed. There was a problem with
the apartment above theirs and although the superintendent was working
on fixing it, her room was unusable. There was an unspoken agreement
that nothing besides sleep would happen, and they stuck to it. 

Connie loved sleeping next to him. He made her feel safe, just as she
had imagined. She had decided the next day that she would tell him how
she felt, but the time had never seemed right. As more time passed, she
became less certain about it. She'd been in his bed, letting him hold
her. They had been stressed, both of them, and it was only
natural—wasn't it?—that in those circumstances, they would turn to each
other for physical comfort. Comfort, she decided, was probably exactly
what Simon had been offering, and she left it at that. 

Simon wondered what Connie was thinking, but didn't ask her, as he was
pondering a few things himself. Although they had both avoided
discussing the previous Friday night, there had—amazingly—been no
tension between them. Mostly there was no time for tension; neither of
them had gotten home before seven for the past three nights. 

Simon had also sensed that Connie needed to think about it before she
could talk about it, so he didn't press her. We have a few days with
no work ahead of us, he told himself. I'll take her for a walk,
or something, just the two of us, and then we'll be able to discuss
it. Simon hoped that if they were doing something like that, just
walking, then she'd see that he was quite serious about loving her. He
was afraid that if he said it while he was hugging her—or more, should
more happen again—she wouldn't believe him. 

I'll be so glad when this game is over, he thought to himself.
Pretending had mostly been his idea, he knew, even though Connie had
made the suggestion. He, however, had pressed the issue and convinced
her, so he felt like the fact that they were at this impasse was his
fault. Not for much longer, he promised himself. 

x-x-x-x 

"Connie!" Emily shouted at her sister happily while sitting on the front
porch. Connie grinned as she stretched. She hadn't seen Emily in
months. She got a shock, though, when Emily stood up—Emily was
pregnant! 

"Em!" she called, running over to hug her sister. They embraced, then
Connie stepped back, looking at Emily's slightly rounded figure. "When
did this happen? How far along are you? Why didn't you tell me?" 

Emily laughed. "Slow down, sis. I'm about five months along." 

"So why didn't you say anything?" They linked arms as they walked into
the house and sat on a couch. "Is everything all right?" Connie asked
concernedly. 

"It is now," said Emily. "I'm sorry, Connie. It wasn't that I didn't
want you to know. There were just some complications at the beginning,
and then I had to have an amnio and we were worried about the results.
We didn't tell anyone except Mom and Dad and John's parents before
that. But the results came back fine and now we're getting all
excited." Emily fairly beamed. 

"Oh, I'm so glad everything's all right," Connie said with relief.
"Congratulations! Boy or girl?" 

"We don't know yet," said Emily. "We can't decide whether to find out.
I'll show you the ultrasound pictures later. I just had a checkup a
couple of days ago." 

"This is so great," Connie said happily. "I can't believe I'll be an
aunt!" 

"Will Simon be an uncle?" Emily teased. 

"Well, honorary, I guess." Connie looked at her, puzzled. "What do you
mean?" 

"Sweetie, I'm the one who's supposed to be a little slow these days,"
said Emily. She winked at her sister. "Mom told me about you and
Simon—and it's about time, I say. You guys have danced around it for
years. I'm glad you finally got together." 

"Oh." Connie hadn't told Emily about the arrangement. At the moment,
they were alone, but she could hear Simon and her parents outside.
Emily's husband must have run an errand for their mom, as Connie hadn't
seen him or their car. "The thing is—" Connie started, but before she
could continue, her parents and Simon came in the house. 

"Where's my mouse?" their father's voice boomed. Edward Davetsky was a
large man who put one in mind of Santa Claus, despite looking nothing
like the traditional images. He was tall and lean but it was his
spirit, Connie thought, that brought Father Christmas to mind. He
called Connie his mouse because she'd been so small when she was born. 

"In here, Grampa," she teased. She stood up and ran back into the foyer,
Emily following more slowly. Her parents stood there, with Simon behind
them. 

"Well, come on, hug your old man," he instructed with a grin. Connie
did, tightly. She missed her parents, and it was especially acute
around holidays. 

"It's good to see you, hon," said her mother. The girls looked like an
exact cross between their parents. Black hair from their father, green
eyes from their mother, and height fixed firmly in the middle. 

"You, too, Mom," Connie said. Her mother smiled happily and held her
arms open. Connie hugged her and stepped back next to Simon. 

"Wow, Emily," Simon exclaimed. "Look at you. How did you get that
basketball to stay put under that shirt?" He grinned at her. 

Emily came over and hit him playfully on the arm, then gave him a quick
hug. "Double-sided adhesive tape, nosy. How else?" 

Simon laughed. "Seriously, congratulations!" He put an arm around
Connie's waist, almost unconsciously. 

"Thanks," said Emily. She glanced quickly at Connie, who looked slightly
uncomfortable. Well, perhaps she wasn't comfortable with affection in
public. What had she been going to say before they were interrupted,
Emily wondered. She smiled inwardly. Simon would be good for Connie. 

"Now, let's get these bags up to your room and then you can help me with
dinner," said Lydia briskly. 

"How was the trip?" her father asked, grabbing one suitcase. Simon
grabbed another one and a smaller travel bag. They started up the
stairs in a line, Emily remaining behind when her cell phone rang. 

"Good, thanks," said Simon. Connie nodded in agreement. 

"We left early and there was hardly any traffic," she said. "I guess
everyone did all their driving yesterday." Connie and Simon had decided
to leave early Thanksgiving morning, as they were so tired from work
and didn't want to fight the onslaught of holiday travelers. It had
worked out well. They'd managed to leave before eight, stopped once for
restrooms and food, and had arrived before one o'clock. 

"You made good time," said her mother. "Dinner will be around four. I've
invited Sophia, from down the street." 

"Oh, that's nice," said Connie, dropping her bag on a chair in the
bedroom. "I haven't seen her for ages. How's her son, Ben?" 

"Ben will be here, too," her father said, his voice oddly flat. Connie
studied him curiously for a moment, but his face was unreadable. She
shrugged to herself, figuring she had simply misread his response. 

"I thought Ben was overseas," Connie said. "The last I heard his unit
had deployed to Iraq." 

"He was injured," said Lydia. Connie gasped. 

"What happened?" she asked. "Is he all right?" 

"He is," her mother assured her. "But he had to be discharged. His unit
was ambushed." Connie glanced from her mother and then to her father,
looking for more details. 

"He lost an arm, Connie," her father said gently. "It was an IED.
Otherwise he's fine, and he's bearing it very well. Insists on being
called 'Lefty,' actually." Connie giggled. That sounded like something
Ben would do. 

"You'll like Ben," she said to Simon, who had laid his suitcase on a
small table by the bed. "He's a lot of fun." 

"I'm looking forward to meeting him," Simon said. This is nice,
he thought. So far it was all going well. Lydia hadn't said anything to
hurt Connie's feelings, the ride had gone well, and he was glad to have
a change of scenery. With an early dinner, perhaps he'd be able to
steal Connie away before it grew too late. He supposed he could wait
until tomorrow, but wanted to talk to her sooner. 

x-x-x-x 

Connie had been right, Simon thought. Ben was a nice guy, and they had a
mock serious argument on the merits of the Mets versus the Yankees, and
then about the National and American Leagues in general. 

Dinner was a lot more comfortable than it would have been with his
family, Simon reflected. Especially with whatever disagreement he was
having with his brother. He honestly wasn't sure what had started it.
Politics, probably, he decided. He and Jason were frequently opposite
on issues, and although Simon tried not to talk about it too much,
sometimes he couldn't help it. 

Jason tended to take a difference of opinion as a personal offence.
Presumably Simon had questioned Jason's position on something, and
Jason had responded by ceasing communication. He generally got over it,
but Simon had learned the best thing to do was apologize quickly—which
he had—and then wait for Jason. Ah, family, he thought, all
dysfunctional in their own way, like Tolstoy said. 

The only thing wrong with dinner was that Lydia took any opportunity to
get Ben and Connie talking together. That had made Simon not a little
jealous, although he didn't say anything. Still, he thought it was
rude, to be encouraging someone's girlfriend to pay attention to
another man when her boyfriend was right there. 

Connie and Ben noticed it, too. They rolled their eyes and chatted when
directed, but would soon fall back to previous conversations, usually
Ben with Connie's father, and Connie with Emily. Did Lydia not think
he should be with Connie? Simon wondered. Had Ben and Connie ever
been an item? He didn't think so; Connie never mentioned it, and he was
sure she would have. 

After the eating was done and most of the dishes cleared away, Sophia
and Ben said their good-byes. Simon felt his heart rate speed up
slightly as he began to figure out how to pry Connie away for a talk.
His hopes were somewhat dashed when Lydia asked Connie and Emily to go
with her for a short visit to another neighbor down the street. 

"The poor Fishburns," Lydia said. "He fell and hurt himself, although
thank heavens he didn't break a hip. But he needs a walker for the
moment, and when her arthritis acts up, she can barely hold a cup of
water. Come with me, girls, and help me take them some leftovers, will
you?" 

"Sure, Mom," said Connie. She grabbed the opportunity to postpone
talking to Simon. It was silly, she knew, but her nerves were getting
the better of her. The women packed some turkey and side dishes into
some plastic containers and put them in a cooler to take down. 

"I'll carry it." Connie teased Emily, "You shouldn't carry anything
heavy in your condition." 

"Oh, don't you start," groaned Emily, rolling her eyes. "If John
had his way, I'd be on bed rest." 

"Don't knock it," said her husband. "I'd stay with you." He came over
and put his arms around her, nuzzling her neck. Connie quashed a pang
of jealousy. 

"I'll be back soon," she said to Simon, and gave him a shy kiss. She'd
never kissed him in front of anyone else. 

"I'll be here. I'm going to clean up the table with John and your dad
when we play poker." He gave her a quick squeeze, wishing he had time
for more. 

"Ha," said Emily. "Where were you when we really had to clean the
table?" Her husband laughed. 

The women set off for the Fishburns'. Connie and Emily were very fond of
them. They had been surrogate grandparents to every kid on the block
while the girls were growing up. After a bit, Emily proposed that she
and Connie return while Lydia visited for a while longer, saying she
was tired. Connie suspected Emily was using the pregnancy as an excuse
to get her alone. She was right. 

Emily grabbed her sister's arm as they started walking. "Okay, Connie,
what's going on?" 

"What do you mean?" Connie wasn't trying to play ignorant, but she
wasn't sure what Emily was getting at. 

"You started to say something earlier, when I remarked about you and
Simon," Emily reminded her. "What was it?" 

Connie sighed. "It's going to sound silly." Emily shrugged. "Well, you
see, we're just...pretending." 

Emily stopped and stared at her. "What are you talking about?" 

"I talked to Mom about three weeks ago," said Connie, resuming their
walk. "She was pushing me about the last guy I saw, his name was Ron."
She told Emily what Ron had said, and Emily's eyes narrowed. 

"Jerk," said Emily. 

"Yep," said Connie. "Too bad I never see it soon enough." She continued
before her sister could interrupt. "Anyway, Simon and I were talking
about the holiday, and I said he should pretend to be my boyfriend, to
get Mom off my back for a while. I was kidding, I swear!" She held her
hands up to ward off protests. "Honestly, Em, I didn't mean it. But
then Simon said he'd do it and then...well, here we are." She shrugged
and looked away. 

"It sounds nuts," Emily said, "but there's more, right? You sound like
there's more." Like Simon, she knew the signs when Connie was trying to
avoid a subject. "Come on, tell me." 

Connie sighed and kicked a rock on the sidewalk. "It was going fine. We
were 'practicing.' Simon called it 'rehearsing.' We went on dates and
acted like a real couple. Then a few nights ago, I was afraid I was
going to have a nightmare." She described Simon's offer to sleep
together, and what had almost happened, in broad strokes. 

"You're adults, you know," said Emily. She kept Connie walking past
their house. This was obviously a conversation in need of more
distance. "There's nothing wrong with what you did." 

"I know," said Connie. "It's just...well, I guess it's two things.
First, I freaked out about my leg." 

"You have to let that go," Emily interrupted gently. "Simon is not the
type of guy to care about that." 

"Yeah, I know," Connie agreed. "He even said so. That's totally on me.
But the other thing is..." she swallowed. "I love him, Em. This whole
time, it's been fun and killing me at the same time. I know I need to
tell him, but I'm so afraid he doesn't feel the same, and then
everything will change. He's been my best friend for ages. What do I
do?" 

"You tell him." Emily was never one for hemming and hawing over an
issue. She looked at, saw a course of action, and took it. "You have to
take the chance, Connie. It's stupid not to." They stopped and she
studied her sister, seeing the full extent of Connie's apprehension for
the first time. "Besides," Emily continued, "I don't think you have
anything to worry about." 

"What?" said Connie. 

Emily laughed. "I may be pregnant, but I'm not blind, Connie. Simon's
got it bad for you, he has for a while. I saw the way he looked at you.
That's not someone pretending." 

"You really think so?" Of course she does, Connie thought. Emily
didn't say things she didn't mean. 

"I know it's hard," said Emily gently. "I know you're afraid. But you
have to try. I really, really think it will work out for you. You just
have to take the chance. Talk to him. Soon. Tonight if you can." 

"I want to," said Connie. "I'm just not sure we'll be able to tear him
away from his poker game." She gave her sister a tentative grin. Emily
had made her feel better. She was still nervous, but not as much. 

"Are you kidding?" Emily asked, turning back around so they could walk
to the house. "John will mop up with him. Simon won't know what
happened." 

x-x-x-x 

Emily had proved prophetic. Despite Simon's grandiose claims, John had
wiped out both him and Edward in a few short hands. He was more than
happy to see Emily and Connie return. Lydia came in a few moments
later, and headed into the kitchen to make coffee and tea to go with
their pumpkin pie. Overstuffed from dinner, there had been unanimous
agreement to save the pie until it could be properly enjoyed. 

John pulled Emily to the sofa and refused to let her go, so Connie went
to help her mother. 

"Things going well between you and Simon?" asked Lydia. 

Connie nodded, her guard up. She wasn't sure how to handle these
questions, so she needed to answer carefully. "Yes. It's been very
nice." That much was true. 

"It seemed rather sudden, though," said Lydia. "I mean, you've shared
the apartment for so long but nothing's happened before." She stopped
and looked at her daughter, brushed blonde hair back from her face.
"Has it?" 

"What?" asked Connie, startled. "No, nothing before. We were just...I
don't know. Just talking one night and we decided to take a chance on
it." Okay, that's a half-truth, Connie comforted herself. We
were talking. And I will take a chance on something. 

"Ben's nice, don't you think?" Her mother changed the subject abruptly.
"He's handled his injury so well." 

"He seemed in good spirits about it," said Connie warily. Where was this
going? 

"I always thought you and Ben would make a good couple," her mother
said. "Especially now." 

"Why now?" asked Connie. She and Ben hadn't been close, but they'd been
friends. She'd never had any interest in dating him, but he wasn't a
bad guy. 

"Well, you know," said Lydia, reaching for a tray. "His injury, your
injury. You both must know what it's like to go through something
difficult like that. That's not an experience everyone shares." 

"Um, yeah," said Connie, unsure what to say to that. She had an ugly
suspicion where the conversation was heading, and hoped she was wrong.
She took some spoons out of the drawer, slowly, trying to concentrate. 

"Simon is very handsome," her mother commented. What is it with the
non sequiturs? Connie wondered in frustration. 

Out loud she said, "Yes, he is. I've always thought so." 

"Do you think you'll have some pie?" her mom asked. "I mean, you must be
watching your weight more than ever now." 

"What do you mean?" Connie asked. 

"Well, Simon, of course," said her mother, taking down dessert plates
and laying them on the tray. "You want to look your best for him, don't
you?" 

"He likes me the way I am," Connie managed to sputter out. 

"Of course, he does, dear," said Lydia. "But it never hurts to be in
shape. Women do a lot to keep men happy, you know. I go to the gym
every day to keep fit for your father. Clothes, too. We should go
shopping while you're here." She poured cream from a carton into a
pitcher and set it on the tray. 

"Right," said Connie. The implications were making her feel ill. You're
not pretty enough for Simon, her mother was saying. Better dress the
part if you don't want to lose him. 

"I think long dresses are back in style," Lydia went on. "And I've seen
some lovely slacks and outfits in the stores. I know you don't go in
for short styles, and I understand." Connie, near tears, said nothing. 

She doesn't know, Connie thought desperately. She doesn't know
how hurtful this sounds. It's twisted, but she's just saying these
things because she thinks they'll help me. She clung to those
thoughts while getting out dessert forks for the pie. 

"Ben doesn't strike me as the type who cares about those things," said
Lydia. "He seems very laid-back, very accepting of things. Of course,
I'm sure being in a war zone gives you a perspective on things that the
average person doesn't get." 

"Knock it off, Mom, for God's sake!" Emily's voice startled both of them
and they spun around. 

"Emily!" said her mother in shock. 

"Can't you see how much you're hurting Connie's feelings?" Emily
demanded, walking into the kitchen. "What is it with you, Mom? Simon
cares about her, and she cares about him. There's no need for Connie to
change or hide anything about herself." Emily had heard the better part
of the conversation and gotten progressively angrier. As always, Connie
had tried to roll with the punches, but for Emily, it had become too
much. 

"Emily," said her mother calmly, "I've been around longer. You two are
always looking through rose-colored glasses. I've seen how things work.
People with figures like Connie—and me—have a harder time than more
slender people. People with visible disfigurements also have
difficulties, let's not pretend they don't." 

"Connie has a scar on her leg from an accident, Mom," snapped Emily. Her
eyes, green like Connie's but lighter, were nearly sparking in anger.
"She's hardly the elephant man. And while she may not be a size two,
she's very pretty and Simon loves her for it. It's also insulting to
Ben," Emily continued. "He may have lost an arm but he's got no less
right to happiness than anyone else. Whether they have scars or not." 

"I never said otherwise," Lydia pointed out, her voice level but heated.
Her eyes were narrowed, but she was keeping calm. Still, it was obvious
she and her older daughter were ready to keep going at it. 

"Just let it go, Em," Connie spoke up. "It's all right. Let's just go
eat. Please, the guys are waiting." The other two women stared at each
other for a moment longer, then nodded wordlessly. Emily went to round
up the men, and Connie and her mother arranged the food and dishes on
trays to carry in. 

"Connie," said Lydia, "you know—" 

"Don't, Mom," said Connie softly. She sighed and then turned to look at
her mother. "I know you probably don't realize it, Mom, but when you
say things like that, it really hurts me." 

"I'm only—" Lydia tried to say, but Connie shook her head. 

"I know," said Connie. "You're only trying to help. You're only saying
these things because you care. I understand. The problem is, they don't
help, and I don't know if you understand." Lydia stood silently. 

"How do you think I felt," Connie asked, "knowing that you were trying
to get Ben and me together, when Simon was sitting right there?" Her
temper was rising but she held it in check. Angry words wouldn't help
anything. "Knowing that you think I'm not good enough for Simon? That
he'll drop me for a prettier girl?" Connie shook her head sadly. "How
do you think it feels, Mom, to know that you think I'm just not good
enough?" 

"That's not what I think, sweetie," Lydia said quietly. "I'm just trying
to protect you. Simon is a wonderful man, we've always liked him. But
sometimes, things just don't work out." 

Connie sighed again. This was useless. She loved her mother, but this
was the last time she would have this discussion. "Please, I don't want
to talk about it any more," she said. Lydia nodded and they took the
food out. 

x-x-x-x 

Simon could tell something was up. He heard some raised voices in the
kitchen after Emily had gone in but couldn't make out words. 

Emily came out to announce dessert, and although she was friendly enough
about it, she seemed disturbed by something. Connie and Lydia brought
out the pie, coffee, tea and plates and laid them on the table. Neither
said anything. There was a definite undercurrent of tension as everyone
sat around the table. 

Connie sipped at her tea and picked at her piece of pie. Normally she
loved pumpkin pie, but the conversation with her mother had killed her
appetite. It seemed like every insecurity she ever had, and some she
didn't know of, were eating her alive. Funny, she thought,
how we grow up, but in some ways, we're still the little kid looking
for approval. 

She looked over at Simon, who gave her a smile and squeezed her hand.
The little gesture made her feel better. She was torn between believing
Emily and believing her mother. She wanted to believe her
sister. Out of habit, it seemed she was falling for what her mother
said. Not fair, she thought. Not fair at all. 

Then she forced herself out of her thoughts. It was a holiday, she was
with family for the first time in a while, and Simon was there. Even if
it was just pretending, it was good to be with him. 

Edward made a remark about babies, and the talk turned to baby names,
room colors and baby necessities. The tension seemed to dissipate a
bit, if not entirely, and soon they were all yawning. 

"Well, this baby is wearing me out already," said Emily. "I'm going to
bed." She stood and John rose to join her. They said their good nights
and went upstairs. 

Connie saw that her parents looked beat. Her mom had been cooking a lot
of the day, and her father had been running errands. "Why don't you two
go up?" Connie said. "I'll take care of these dishes. I'm not quite
tired yet." 

Simon raised an eyebrow at that, not sure he believed her. 

"Are you sure, hon?" asked her mother. "You could leave them until the
morning. They aren't going anywhere, after all." Connie recognized the
peace offering. 

"No, it's okay, Mom," she said. "It'll be nicer for you to wake up to a
clean kitchen. Besides, you did all the cooking. I can at least clean
up." 

"Well, thanks, sweetie," said Lydia. "I won't look a gift horse in the
mouth." She came over and hugged her daughter. "I love you, Connie. I'm
so glad you came home." 

"Me, too," Connie said. Her dad kissed her on the cheek and they went to
their room. 

"So, looks like it's just you and me," Simon said. 

"Great," said Connie, "you can help with the dishes." She smiled and
started piling plates on the trays. Simon helped and they took them
into the kitchen. Connie loaded what she could into the dishwasher, but
washed the china plates by hand. 

"You know, we need to talk," said Simon when they were finished. He
caught her hand in his. "I've been wanting to talk all day, but we've
been busy." 

"I know," said Connie. "I've wanted to talk to you, too. Let's go
upstairs, okay? I want a quick shower first." 

"Okay," said Simon. He stared at her for a moment, and Connie was sure
he would kiss her. Then he stepped back and said, "Go on, I'll come up
when you're done." Connie nodded, then started up the steps. She put
her fingers over her mouth, imagining the kiss she hadn't received. 

x-x-x-x 

Connie let the water run down on her from the shower head after she'd
finished. The hot water felt wonderful after such a long day. She
turned off the water, then wrapped her hair in one towel and grabbed
another for her body. While she'd been in there, she'd gone back over
what Emily had said. Her sister was right. She needed to tell him, and
tell him now. She tucked in the corner of the towel and stepped quietly
into the hallway, then tiptoed down the hall to her room. 

Connie nearly shrieked when she found Simon in the room. She hadn't
thrown on a robe because she assumed he'd still be downstairs,
listening for the shower and then giving her time to dry and dress. For
a moment, she couldn't say anything. She watched him watching her, then
saw his eyes move downward. Suddenly she was mortified; although the
towel covered her completely, her scar was visible. And Simon was
looking at it. 

Simon studied the scar she'd unintentionally revealed. It wasn't so bad,
he thought. It ran from just above her ankle all the way up her leg,
the top part on her thigh hidden under her towel. It reminded him
slightly of a rope, but otherwise it just looked like a thick line. It
had faded some, he figured, because it was almost a shiny pink as
opposed to a red or dark pink. He remembered getting his appendix out
and the way the scar had first looked. Years later, it was smaller and
had turned to the same light shade as hers. 

Connie made a strangled sound in her throat and Simon yanked his eyes
back up to her face. He felt terrible when he saw her blush with
embarrassment. There was no reason for it. 

"Connie," he said, taking a step towards her. She shook her head and
tried to press herself into the wall. 

"Please," she said, her voice tight. "I need...I need to get dressed." 

"Connie," he said, "you—we—can't keep running away like this. We have to
talk." He kept his voice even and comforting as he stood before her. 

"What's to talk about?" she asked, her shoulders slumping. Now that he'd
seen it, he'd never be interested in her again, she was sure. It's
good we're only pretending, she thought. If it had been for real
and he told me he didn't want me, I don't know if I could take it. 

"What happened last Friday, for one thing," he said. 

"That was...an accident," she said, staring at the floor. "A nice
accident, but we both know it didn't mean anything...more than that.
You were trying to comfort me, and I appreciated it. I still do." 

Simon was silent, watching her. She didn't really think that, he was
sure. She was...well, he didn't know what she was doing. Staving off
embarrassment? Letting him down easy? Avoiding her feelings? 

"How do we know that?" he asked quietly, taking another step closer.
"You haven't asked me. I haven't asked you. So how do we know?" 

Connie stood silently. She had no idea what to say. She was battling two
competing impulses. One urged her to be honest with Simon, the other
called for more caution. But was there anything left to be cautious
about? Was there any going back to their former friendship after what
had happened? Suddenly she realized that Simon had not agreed with her
"accident" statement. Instead, he had questioned it. The glimmer of
hope she'd had in the shower resurfaced. 

As she stood there, Simon remained quiet, wanting to put his arms around
her but fearing it was the wrong thing to do. An accident? If it was
an accident, he thought dryly, it was a mutual accident. 

"What happened in the kitchen?" he asked, trying to break the tension.
"What did your mom say?" 

"Oh." Connie was startled at the change in subject. "She, um..." She
took a deep breath and gave him a shaky smile. "She pointed out some of
my flaws, and I think was trying to prepare me for the idea that I'm
not good enough for you." She tried to joke, but her smile was gone
when she finished speaking. 

"What?!" Simon gripped her shoulders. His voice was quiet but
inwardly he was seething. How could Lydia think that, let alone say it? 

"She invited Ben here because she thought since I had my scar and he'd
lost his arm, we'd have something in common," Connie said. She couldn't
keep the anger out of her voice entirely. "Imperfect people, perfect
for each other, I guess." 

Simon was quiet again, pacing the floor a little. Connie clutched at her
towel but didn't move. When he stopped and faced her again, she was
struck by the intensity in his eyes. 

"Connie, I don't want to pretend any more," he said. "It's not working."

Connie nodded. Of course. Emily had been wrong. "All right," she said,
surprised she could speak. "I'll just throw some clothes on and go
downstairs. I can sleep on the couch and get up before Mom does. She'll
never know." 

"Why would you do that?" Simon asked, nonplussed. 

"It's easier," she said. She glanced at him but looked away quickly.
"But, um, I think maybe we should keep things up for the next couple of
days, at least during the day, okay? I just couldn't take explaining
things." 

"No, Connie." He placed his hands on her shoulders. "You misunderstood
me." 

"You said you didn't want to keep pretending," she said, puzzled. His
hands felt warm and slightly rough on her bare shoulders. She tried to
focus on the words instead. 

"That's right," he confirmed. She still looked confused. He smiled
gently. "I want to do this for real, Connie. I want to be your
boyfriend for real." 

"You do?" she asked in a whisper. 

He nodded. "I should have said it a long, long time ago. I especially
should have said something after last weekend. I was afraid you would
think I was only saying it out of obligation, so I held off. I'm
sorry." He raised his hand to her face, and gently stroked her cheek
with his thumb. "I love you, Connie. Very much." 

"I love you, too," she said. "I wanted to say it, but I was afraid of
messing up what we had." 

"I had the same feeling," Simon said, laughing softly. "God, we're a
couple of idiots, aren't we?" 

Connie nodded, "I guess so." Then she got nervous again. "You're
not...bothered?" she asked, gesturing at her leg. "By this?" 

"Lord, no," he said. He leaned in and kissed her. He meant it to be
gentle and reassuring, but suddenly he was holding her tightly, kissing
her deeply. When they broke apart, he rested his forehead on hers. "I
was so scared that night. I thought you would die. I had nightmares
about it for years. The only thing that says to me is that you're alive
and I should never take you for granted." 

Connie was silent as she stood with her arms around him. She was
trembling with relief and happiness. Simon loved her, just as she'd
always hoped. 

"I think we should finish what we started, don't you?" Simon asked. His
eyes were nearly black with desire, and Connie loved how he looked at
her. She nodded. 

"I'll lock the door and get the light," she said. Simon heard the click
of the lock, and watched her turn out the overhead light. One small
reading lamp on a nightstand provided soft lighting. 

"Come here," Simon said before she could turn that one off. She did, and
he could tell she was nervous. He took her hands and turned her so that
she faced him with her back against the wall. "I love you, Connie," he
said, and found her lips with his. 

Connie felt herself melting into his arms. She was emotionally exhausted
and was content to let him hold her up. It felt good to be held, to be
wanted. She parted her lips and sighed as his tongue dove past them.
She moved one hand to his face, gently tracing his jaw and feeling the
slight stubble that meant he needed to shave. 

She hadn't realized at first that he was no longer standing in front of
her. He had left her lips to kiss her neck, her shoulder, and then her
chest above the towel. Now he was kneeling in front of her. She felt
his hand on her leg and instinctively jerked away, but he put his hands
on her hips and held her in place. 

"Hush," he soothed. "It's all right." He stared into her green eyes,
which were wide with surprise, and slowly ran his hand up her leg, over
the scar. She watched him, mesmerized. She could only feel it in
certain spots; there were a lot of dead nerves. Still, she couldn't
believe he was touching her there. 

When he lowered his head and kissed her leg, starting at the knee and
slowly moving up her thigh, tracing the outline of the scar, she gasped
and closed her eyes. 

"I told you," he said, raising his hands so he could remove the towel.
She opened her eyes and met his, unnerved by the desire she saw. "It
doesn't bother me." The towel fell and he kissed her stomach, moving
down until he could slip his tongue between her legs. He moaned softly
as he tasted her. So sweet, he thought. He pulled back and
looked up at her. "You're so lovely." Then he went back to using his
tongue to tease her, feeling her body heat up the more he did. 

Connie closed her eyes and lowered a trembling hand to his head. No one
had ever done this for her, certainly not so well. When he brought his
hand up to touch her as well, she couldn't help but gasp. She lost
track of everything, caught up in the sensations he was wringing from
her body. His tongue and fingers worked in perfect concert and she
whispered his name as she came. He held her up as her legs trembled. 

Holding her steady, he stood up, trailing kisses back up her body. When
he was standing, he wrapped his arms around her. She rested against
him, trying to steady her breathing. 

"I think you should take these off," she said when she recovered, moving
to unbutton his shirt. Simon complied as quickly as he could, then
pulled her to the bed with him. He bit back a cry as her hand traveled
over his chest, her fingers tracing gentle circles. 

"I have been dying for you to touch me," he said when he trusted his
voice again. Even then, it was rough. 

"Last time, you said stop," she teased, moving her hand down lower and
wrapping around him. He jerked involuntarily, then rose up on one arm
and kissed her hard. He wanted to feel every inch of her warm, soft
body pressed against him. 

"Last time, I wasn't sure there would be a next time," he said. Her hand
moved slowly up and down. Simon bit back a groan as she kissed his
neck, every so often letting her tongue peek through to find a
sensitive spot on his skin. As she moved to his chest, he hissed out a
breath and held her sides as he lay back on the bed. 

Connie kissed and nipped her way down his body, loving how strong he
felt to her touch. She traced her fingernails lightly over his sides
and felt goosebumps rise on his skin. She smiled to herself when he
gave a wordless cry as she took him in her mouth. 

Torture, Simon thought. She's torturing me. It was all he
could think as Connie's mouth covered him, as her tongue slid up and
down. He gripped the sheets to keep from grabbing her. After what
seemed like hours, he had to make her stop. As she moved back up to
look at him, he managed to focus and took her face in his hands. "I
meant it, Connie. I love you. I should have told you and avoided this
whole ridiculous pretending thing." 

"Well, let's pretend it was real the whole time," she suggested. She
slid her hand back down, found him still hard, and smiled as he closed
his eyes and let his head fall back. Then she was serious. "I wasn't
always pretending." 

Simon opened his eyes. "Neither was I." He let Connie touch him for a
few more minutes, then stopped her hand. 

"This is what I wanted to do last week," he said. He rolled so that she
was under him and slid inside. They both stilled, savoring the feeling
of their first time. Simon kissed her cheek and nuzzled her ear as he
began moving his hips gently. Connie matched his movements. 

"I love the way you move," he said. He kept his pace as steady as he
could, and was unable to stop dropping kisses on her face and neck. 

Connie couldn't talk, too overwhelmed by the emotional and physical
sensations washing over her. Simon whispered something and almost
before she realized it, he had carefully rolled to his back, keeping
her with him. 

"You're absolutely beautiful," he said. He ran his hands up her sides
and cupped her breasts. She gasped his name as his fingers played over
her nipples, biting her lip once more. He didn't think he had ever seen
anything as lovely as Connie as she looked down at him. Finally he
could take no more and he muffled his cries of release against her
shoulder. 

They curled up in the bed, awake but companionably quiet. Connie
occasionally stroked his arm, if only to confirm to herself that he was
there. More importantly, that he was going to stay there. 

"We'll have to rearrange things when we get home," Simon said sleepily,
stroking her hair. 

"What do you mean?" she asked. 

"We have to decide whose room we'll sleep in," he said. "I'm sure not
sleeping without you again." 

"My room," she said with no hesitation. Then she giggled. "You can drop
some clothes on the floor if it makes you feel more comfortable." She
stifled a squeal as he tickled her ribs. 

"So, what shall we do tomorrow?" Simon asked around a yawn. 

"I don't know," she said, teasing. "I have to wash my hair." She
expected to be tickled again, but he surprised her with a deep kiss. 

"That's fine," he said, settling back and pulling up the covers. "As
long as I get to help." 

x-x-x-x 

Once again, Connie tried to warn Rachel about the speeding car. 

Once again, Rachel panicked and the car went flying. 

Once again, the car splatted onto the pavement, upside down, pinning
Connie under metal and plastic. Pain started in her back and rapidly
radiated through her body. She couldn't stop the tears. 

Simon, she tried to call out but her voice wasn't even a whimper.
Simon, please, find me. Help me. Please. 

She lay there, crying silently, but something was different. She heard
voices approaching and felt her fear abating, just slightly. Then
someone took her hand. She opened her eyes and turned her head
carefully. 

"It's all right," said Simon, squeezing her hand gently. "I'm here." 

Connie smiled in her sleep and snuggled closer to him.

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Pretend Fiance Chapter 2

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Phimie was staring in shock up at the man in front of her, she was so
shocked by what he was demanding of her she didn't realise Jess was
speaking to her. 

"Phi? Hellooo?" She said again. 

Scott frowned and nudged her breaking her out of her paralysis. 

"Oh sorry what?" She whispered still unable to get her voice back. 

"The kids are asking if you could continue the story after tea. Is that
okay with you?" Jess asked, then she frowned. "Are you alright?" 

Phimie could only manage a nod, but Scott wrapped his arm around her
waist and pulled her close to his side. She had to bite the inside of
her cheek as the pain flared in her ribs again. 

"She's just recovering from my ‘nice to see you' kiss which you
interrupted by the way." He said. "Now piss off you're ruining our
reunion." 

"Bite me!" Jess snapped sticking her tongue out at him. "Honestly Phi I
don't know how you put up with him." And with that she turned tail and
left the room not exactly slamming the door, but not closing it quietly
either. 

Scott immediately let her go moving away from her to stare at her again.
He was confusing her so much. She had expected yelling and screaming at
the very least and demanding to know exactly where Fiona was. She
couldn't believe he expected her to continue with this deception. As
his piercing blue eyes scrutinised her, she couldn't help but watch him
back, albeit far more warily as she didn't know what his next move
would be. 

She could see now that it wasn't just his money that attracted Fiona, he
was also stunningly handsome with jet black hair and pale blue eyes. He
was over 6 foot tall and had a lean but muscular physique. But Phimie
thought his mouth was his best feature, his lips were soft and they
transformed his face when he smiled at his family. That simple act of
curving up lit up his entire face. Plus the way they felt, Phimie had
to stop herself from touching her own lips as they tingled in response
when she thought about the kiss he had given her. 

Scott suddenly sighed and pointed to a chair making her jump and flinch
involuntarily. His face pinched in disapproval and she tensed waiting
for the slap that always came with a look like that, it didn't instead
he just said. "Sit down and pull yourself together, you look like
you're terrified of me and that won't do at all." 

Phimie hurriedly sat and tried hard not to look so scared but she
couldn't help it she really WAS terrified, terrified of what he would
do next, terrified of what Fiona would say and oh God!! Terrified of
her aunt's reaction to her getting caught out. 

At the thought of what her aunt might do she lost all remnants of what
little control she had left and hugging herself she doubled over unable
to stop shaking, tears streaming from her eyes. 

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She gasped. "Please, please, please." She
pleaded with him desperately hoping he would take pity on her. "Please
don't break up with Fiona. Please let me go, I'll just go and you can
say anything about me. Just please, please don't break up with Fiona." 

Scott knelt down in front of her and lifted her head so she would look
at him. "Is it Fiona you're so scared of?" He asked. Phimie didn't say
anything, she didn't dare. Scott's face softened. 

"Ok, ok. I won't say anything to Fiona. Calm down." He said soothingly.
"It's alright you'll be safe here, we won't let anyone hurt you." He
stood and collected a box of tissues from the desk and passed them to
her. "Come on dry your eyes and clean your face. We'd better get back
or they'll be sending a search party for us." 

Phimie did as he asked and tried to control her trembling hands. Scott
frowned as he caught hold of them making her freeze again.
"Hmm maybe we should take Toby for a walk, give you some more time to
settle down. I'm sure he's missed the walks I used to take him one.
Wait here I'll get Gerald to get Toby ready." He said and walked off. 

5 minutes later he came back wearing that frown of his that was becoming
his normal expression. "Apparently you take Toby out daily and he gets
upset if you're late?" 

"Sorry." Phimie whispered looking down at the floor waiting for a
berating after all it wasn't her place to do that. 

"Don't apologise, I'm not telling you off. You just confuse me." He said
surprising her, when she looked up he was frowning even more at her. 

"Why?" She couldn't help but ask. 

Scott sighed deeply. "Because you are nothing like your cousin." He
replied. 

Phimie jumped when her phone vibrated in her pocket, she froze in sheer
panic when she saw the caller ID. 

"Is that her?" Scott asked tightly. "Put her on speaker." He said at her
timid nod. 

"About fucking time!" Fiona snapped. "You'd better be keeping the stupid
old bag happy." 

Phimie's eyes shot to Scott a slight tightening to his lips betrayed his
anger. 

"Are you still there?" Fiona said. 

"S-sorry, yes." Phimie stammered. 

"Oh God you'd better not be getting uppity with me because ‘she's really
a nice old lady and I like her'?" She said in a mocking tone. "Well
make the most of it ‘cause she won't be round for long, thank God. So
you need to suck up big time so me and Scott can be left her money. And
don't you dare screw up and let them catch on it's not me there. Do you
understand?" 

"Um...yes." Phimie said in response to Scott's nod. 

"Good. Don't you dare fuck this up for me." Fiona snapped and hung up.
Throwing the phone on the side she surveyed the scene on the hotel bed.
Naked bodies were tangled up with one another Brad, Simon and Lewis
along with the receptionist, the maid and the bell boy of the hotel,
all fast asleep after this morning's activities. That wasn't good
enough, she wanted fucking and she wanted it now. Walking up to the
crowded bed she ran an appreciative hand up the leg of the
receptionist, what was her name again Suzie? Sukie? Not that it
mattered, her skin was as soft as silk and her pussy was clean shaven.
Fiona found she liked this a lot and she was now toying with doing it
herself. Her hand moved up and her fingers dipped into her slit finding
it was still wet and she flicked her clit and she crawled up the bed
her mouth almost aching with the need to take the prize that was in her
sights. As she moved up the bed she paused the lick briefly at the
receptionist's nipples, getting the reaction she wanted, she woke up
and while she blinked sleepily Fiona straddled her face as she took
Simon's cock into her mouth. 

She ground her hips down on the receptionist's face as she felt her
tongue parting her lips and seeking out her clit. She licked up the
length of Simon's cock feeling it grow and harden before she sucked the
entire length into her mouth. She mimicked the motion of the tongue on
her sopping slit on his sensitive head. Simon groaned and woke up his
hands moving to her head and forcing himself in her mouth completely.
Fiona almost gagged on the thick cock filling her mouth and throat but
she also groaned in pleasure as three fingers were thrust inside her. A
mouth attached itself to one of her nipples and her other one was
pinched hard. She could feel the bodies moving and she worked Simon's
shaft in and out of her mouth. She grunted in surprise as her hips were
grabbed and a cock thrust deep into her replacing the fingers. She
glanced up to see the maid riding Simon's face and Fiona ground her
hips back onto the cock thrusting hard into her and the tongue swirling
over her clit. As her orgasm hit her she felt Simon's cock pulse as it
released stream after stream of cum into her willing mouth. As soon as
she swallowed her head was pulled to the side and another cock thrust
into it. Fiona smiled around the hard flesh knowing before the night
was out she would be fucked so hard she wouldn't be able to walk after. 

............... 

"So what's this story?" Scott asked as they walked along the fields at
the back of the house, Toby chasing the ball he threw. 

Phi mumbled something quietly keeping her head down, Scott was getting
annoyed this scared little mouse act was starting to wear a little thin
now. 

"For God's sake speak up!" He snapped. 

"S-sorry." Phi immediately replied louder jumping at his tone. "It's a
story I made up for them." She continued. 

Scott immediately felt guilty. "Sorry." He said running his hand through
his hair. "I shouldn't have snapped." He froze when he realised that
Phi had flinched away from his hand movement as though she expected him
to hit her, just as Jess had done for a year after she had finally been
freed from her marriage. 

He stood there staring after her in amazement, had she really thought
that? "Phi?" He called jogging to catch up with her. "You do know I
will never hurt you don't you?" He asked. 

Phi didn't say anything, she just looked at the ground and carried on
walking. 

Scott grabbed her by the waist intending to make her stop and look at
him but she cried out in pain and those protective instincts of his
flared up again. 

"What's wrong?" He asked noticing for the first time how she held
herself stiffly. "Let me see." He said pushing her hands away trying to
lift her shirt. She protested and tried to move away. Scott closed his
eyes hating himself for what he was about to do but he knew it was the
only way at the moment. He gripped her upper arm tightly and gave her a
little shake. 

"Godammit Phi!" He snapped. "You will show me right now!" 

He could feel her trembling under his hands as she slowly lifted her
top. Scott sucked his breath in over his teeth as he saw the pattern of
bruises marring the white skin over her ribs. Some were shockingly
vibrant while others were the sickly yellow/brown of older injuries
healing. 

Scott immediately pulled out his phone and dialled a number that was
unfortunately all too familiar to him. 

"Ah Scott my dear boy, how the Hell are you?" Dr Simmons said as she
picked up his phone. 

"I'm ok but I need you to come to my Aunt Lou's as soon as possible." 

"What's wrong? Is it Jess?" Scott heard his voice immediately change to
all business. 

"Jess is fine." He explained. "But it's someone else along the same
lines, it's... it's my fiancé." Scott didn't know why he said that.
Because he was keeping the ruse up for the kids, he rationalised with
himself. Completely ignoring the fact that he had suddenly come up with
that excuse just then. 

"Fiancé? Well I'll be there in 15." Dr Simmons said hanging up. 

Scott turned back to Phi who was watching him carefully. "Who did that
to you?" He asked gesturing to her ribs now covered again. 

"I fell." She said quietly her eyes shifting away from his. His mind
flashed up the memories of all the times Jess used that excuse on him
and he had believed her ignoring all the signs. 

Phi's sharp intake of breath brought him back, she was staring at him
terrified again and he realised he was clenching his fists in anger. He
forced himself to relax and stepped slowly towards Phil keeping his
movements slow and deliberate he gently lifted her head until she met
his eyes. 

"Phi I need you to understand something OK?" He said softly. "I will
never hurt you. Do you understand? No matter what happens, how angry I
get I will NEVER raise a hand to you. I swear I won't ever cause you
any pain. Do you understand?" 

Phi stared into his eyes for a long time and he could almost feel
himself drowning in the intense greenness of them, then she finally
nodded her eyes never leaving his and he knew she did understand. 

"Good." He said quietly letting her go. "Now who hit you?" 

"I-I fell." She said again her eyes shifting away immediately. 

"Bollocks. You didn't fall, I'm asking you again Phi. Who hit you? Was
it Fiona?" 

Phi shook her head. "I fell." She whispered turning away from him
hugging herself. 

Scott sighed. "Phimie, unless you fell onto someone's fists several
times I don't believe you." He stepped in front on her and dipped down
to look her in the eye but she just closed them. From his experiences
with Jess he knew this was all he was going to get out of her at the
moment. 

"Come on." He said taking her hand and leading her back to the house. "I
have a friend of ours coming over to check you out, make sure there
aren't any serious injuries." And maybe he can figure out who's done
that to you he thought as he looked down at the small woman beside him.
Dr Simmons was not just a medical doctor he was also a psychologist who
specialised in treating abused women and children, if anyone could get
her to talk it would be him. 

Dr Simmons actually only took 10 minutes to get there and while he was
examining Phi Scott called Isabelle, his PA and organised his change of
plan. By 8pm that night a courier would bring over some of his clothes
and everything he would need to work from here. He hadn't been able to
help Jess before it was too late but by God he would help Phi. 

He walked back into the room as Phi was putting her top back on. 

"What's the verdict Doc?" He asked moving to her side. 

"Nothing broken, just really bad bruising." He replied. "It should heal
up in time. Now my dear." He said turning to Phi. "You may not want to
tell me, but you really should tell Scott. After all he does love you
and he wants to help and protect you, but he can't do that until you
tell him." He patted her arm gently, nodded to Scott and left. 

Scott folded his arms and waited, it took a while but eventually Phi
glanced up at him. 

"Tell me who hurt you." He said softly. 

Phi shook her head closing her eyes. "I can't." She whispered. That was
progress at least she wasn't still claiming she fell. 

"Is it Fiona?" He asked. 

"No." She whispered shaking her head. 

"Your uncle?" 

"No." 

"Boyfriend?" 

"No I don't have one." Her voice was getting so quiet he was having to
strain to hear it. 

"Your aunt?" He persisted, running out of ideas of who to ask about
next. But he didn't need to, Phi bit her lip and looked away from him.
So it was her aunt that did it to her. 

"Was it something you did?" 

Phi shook her head. 

"Didn't do?" Phi didn't move, he was used to communicating this way as
this was how they used to get Susie to talk to them about what her real
parents had done to her. The only problem was now he was stumped, he
had no clue what he should ask next. Then it suddenly hit him. 

"Was it because you didn't want to come here?" He asked, a cold
sensation gathered in the pit of his stomach when she didn't say
anything, she just looked at him unshed tears shimmering in those
stunning eyes of hers. 

"Oh Phi!" He exclaimed wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in
for a gentle hug. "Don't you worry, you did nothing wrong ok? Remember
what I said? That no matter what happens you will always be safe here."
A strange warm rush took over the cold feeling when, after initially
freezing she relaxed into his embrace. Before he could wonder at what
it could mean there was a soft knock at the door. 

"Tea's ready." Jess said quietly as she stuck her head round the door.
Her eyes asked a silent question, which Scott answered with a slight
nod, yes Phi was ok for now. 

Scott watched Phi intently throughout the meal, she barely ate and kept
throwing glances his way. She looked as though she couldn't decide on
whether she was frightened of him or confused by him. He himself was
confused, why was he continuing with this? He knew the flimsy excuse of
protecting the kids was just that - a flimsy excuse. But, he reasoned
with himself, he now had a more important reason to keep Phi here,
there was no way he could let her go back to where he knew she was
being beaten. 

After tea they all settled in the sitting room, Phi on the sofa with the
kids either side of her both excitedly telling her where they had
gotten up to in the story. 

Scott motioned with his head and Jess followed him to the tray Gerald
had brought in before going to answer the door. 

"How is she?" She asked as she started making the tea's and coffee's. 

"Bruised, nothing broken. You were right." He replied glancing back to
Phi. 

"And you really didn't know?" 

"No." He sighed. 

"Do you know who? Has she told you?" 

"Her aunt." He said tightly. "And yes she's going to stay here." He said
to the question he knew was coming. "So Susie talks?" He asked changing
the subject as he knew she was going to ask more questions, questions
he didn't even know the answers to. 

Jess grinned widely as she poured the hot water into the cups. "We have
your Phi to thank for that. She seemed so terrified when I first met
her, even more so when I brought the kids round the next day. I had an
inkling what was wrong and that was confirmed when Susie walked
straight up to her and before I could blink she climbed up onto Phi's
lap and told her not to worry as her Uncle Scott would protect her. We
were all so shocked, even Aunt Lou was speechless!" 

Scott laughed at that thought, it would be a cold day in Hell before she
was ever at that stage. Aunt Lou had an opinion on everything and she
certainly let you know about it. Just then Gerald entered and informed
Scott that his things had arrived and he had taken the liberty of
setting up his office in the upstairs study and he had moved his
clothes to his room as well. 

"So you're staying?" Jess asked excitedly. 

"Yes." Scott replied hoping she wouldn't ask him why as even he didn't
know. "Which room is Phi in?" He asked Gerald. 

"Your room." He replied smiling widely at Scott's stunned look. 

"But what about you trying to teach me morals and never letting me sleep
in the same room as one of my girlfriends under this roof?" 

Gerald shrugged. "I gave up on that a long time ago sir. Besides she is
the first girl you've brought here and she's not just your girlfriend,
she's your future wife." He replied before taking the tray of drinks
from the side and serving them out onto the relevant tables. 

"So why the change of heart in staying?" Jess asked. 

Scott shrugged not meeting her probing gaze. "Guess I didn't realise how
much I missed her." He said staring at Phi as she told her story to the
kids. 

"Ah bless my little brother is in love!" Jess cooed as she nudged him. 

"Watch it with the 'little' you." Scott said glaring at her, but unable
to hide his grin. 

"You are 3 minutes younger than me so you ARE my little brother. Now
come on I'm missing the story." 

Scott sat in a chair next to Jess and watched as Phi captivated everyone
with her tale. For a few moments she was a completely different person,
her eyes shone and she smiled so easily. She wove a wonderful world of
fantasy that even had him caught up in it. 

The children sulked when she called a halt to the story, even Scott
found he wanted to know what happened next. He was surprised when she
pointed out what time it was he hadn't realised it had gotten so late. 

After saying goodnight to Jess and the kids, the timid Phi was back and
she quickly made her excuses and went to bed. Scott also made his
rolling his eyes at the sly smile and wink form his Aunt Lou. 

"Have a VERY good night." She said slyly. 

Phi gasped in shock when he followed her into their room. 

"What?" He asked. "We're supposed to be engaged remember? Don't worry I
won't do anything untoward......not unless you want me to that is." He
said smiling at her wickedly. 

............ 

Phi moaned against his lips as he plundered her mouth with his tongue.
Her hands frantically undoing the buttons on his shirt and pushing it
from his back. 

"Oh Scott." She whispered as his mouth led a trail down her neck and
across her shoulder as he pushed the straps of her top down. 

"Don't do it." Fiona said in his ear. 

Scott jerked his head round to see Fiona stood there naked running her
hands over her body. "She's a witch, if you let her have you she will
cast a spell on you and you won't be able to have anyone else. You'll
never be able to sample this." She said laying down and spreading her
legs wide to show him her sopping wet pussy. "Or these." She continued
pointing behind her while working her clit and pussy with her other
hand. 

Scott looked to where she was pointing and could see a mass of naked
bodies all writhing and moving together. Lips and hands caressed and
squeezed sensitive areas, pure ecstasy was on the faces of all his
ex-girlfriends. 

He was captivated by the sight before him. Some of them beckoned for him
to join them, Fiona appeared in front of him and held out her hand to
him. He was about to take it when he felt a warm hand on his arm, he
turned to see Phi smiling softly at him. She was gloriously naked and
his cock ached with the need to be buried deep within her warm moist
depths. 

He ran his hand through her hair as he pulled her in for a kiss but he
stopped in amazement to see it change in front of his eyes to the
brilliant red it was when he had first seen her. 

Phi smiled. "You make me as I was, as I should be." She said. "See?" She
continued taking his hand and running it down her side. The bruises
there just melted away at his touch. 

Scott marvelled at her now unblemished creamy white skin, his hands
roamed freely over her back and sides before finally lifting to cup her
small breasts. 

"Don't do it!" Fiona hissed in his ear, but he ignored her dipping his
head to draw one of Phi's nipples into his mouth. 

At Phi's throaty moan he could control himself no longer, he picked her
up and threw her back on the bed. Covering her body with his he kissed
her deeply his want quickly becoming a deep craving need, he needed to
fuck her more than he needed air. 

"You've done it now. You now belong to her and no one else." He heard
Fiona whisper, but her didn't care as Phi wrapped her legs round him
and he slid so deep into her. 

Phi ground her hips against his with every thrust, her hands gripping
his shoulders tightly pulling him in tighter to her. Her soft gasps and
breathy moans of pleasure turning him on so much more than the usual
dirty sex talk all his past girlfriends used to do. The only thing she
ever said was his name as her hands moved to grab his ass and pull him
in tighter, deeper, encouraging him to go faster, harder and he
obliged. 

Her eyes shot wide as she screamed his name and he felt her inner
muscles contract as her orgasm overtook her and with a shout he came
too. 

Scott burst out of his dream feeling his cum grow cold on his stomach.
He rolled over his eyes immediately searching out the chaise longue. He
frowned to find it empty, just a crumpled blanket and pillow. Then he
picked up the sound of the shower in the adjoining bathroom and sighed
with relief. Hopefully Phi had no idea about the nature of his dream,
he didn't want to give her that to use against him. It was a good job
she had chosen to sleep on the chaise longue instead of share his bed
as he had first suggested last night. Her waking up covered in his cum
was not something he wanted to explain, it was bad enough that he had
to figure out just what he was going to do about her and what the Hell
was that dream about? 

............................... 

As usual I love to get feedback, both good and bad as it does help
improve on my stories. 

For all those who have asked, I am doing a lot better now the bones have
knitted back together it's just the tendon and muscle damage that is
taking the time! So apologies for the wait for this chapter, hopefully
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Pretend Fiance Chapter 1

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"You'll do it and you'd better do a good job!" Her aunt screeched at her
taking a step towards her. Phimie cringed back not wanting to get hit
again, she had already taken a beating. "Fiona can't make it to see his
great aunt so you'd better keep the crazy old bitch happy. You know you
owe us for all we've done over the years for you, you ungrateful
bitch." 

Phimie really didn't want to do this but she was scared of her aunt's
wrath. At eleven she had come to live with her aunt, uncle and cousin
when her parents were killed. From the day she had arrived on their
doorstep they had made it clear how much of an imposition it was on
them. Every day for the past sixteen years they had reminded her of the
great burden it was to have her live with them. And every day she
wished she could leave but she was too scared and couldn't afford her
own place just yet, but she was saving up. 

"But what if he's there, what if you see her again?" Phimie whispered. 

"Oh please." Fiona said waving her hand dismissively. "He hates her, he
only wants me to go because he's too spineless to go himself. Look she
probably won't even be at the wedding ‘cause she won't last that long,
she's over eighty now and he needs to suck up to her as she's even
richer than he is so she'll leave him something." She flipped her long
brown hair back over her shoulder with a perfectly manicured hand.
"Come on Phimie what's your problem? It's some stupid old bint who's
probably half blind and half crazy. All you need to do is go suck up to
her for a month that's all. Besides Scott won't be there, he's
travelling on business." 

"But.....but what about Uncle Henry's business?" Phimie tried again
knowing she was fighting a losing battle. 

"Your uncle will do just fine without you. Now get up those stairs and
pack before I make you." Her aunt snapped. 

Phimie ran up the stairs and started packing. She knew the real reason
why Fiona didn't want to go, she would rather go fuck her new boyfriend
than meet her fiancé's great aunt. Phimie knew that it was Scott's
money that she loved not Scott himself. She had only ever met Scott
once and that was only as she had been leaving as he had arrived early,
she had been banished from those gatherings in case she embarrassed the
family in any way. So she had either gone out to see a film or hidden
away up in her room with her music and her books, she had remembered
being so scared as he had appeared out of nowhere, she had quickly run
off after stammering hello to him. Her biggest fear was that she would
be asked to join them as she didn't want to be on tenterhooks all night
in case she did something that would bring her aunt's fury down on her. 

She had to admit to herself that even though she was absolutely
terrified of being caught a very small part of her was actually looking
forward to it. From what she had been told Scott's great aunt lived out
in the country so it would be quiet and she could enjoy some nice
walks. Plus the thought of having a whole month away from her aunt and
her cousin was just a temptation she couldn't resist. 

"You'll have to dye this." Fiona said yanking hard on Phimie's hair. "My
hair is brown not carrot, I'm sure Scott will have gone on about how
gorgeous I am." She eyed Phimie critically. "Huh not much we can do
about the rest of you. But at least we can fix this." She said yanking
her hair again harder this time. Phimie didn't say anything or even
wince knowing that a reaction would just mean an even harder tug. 

She sighed she didn't want to dye her hair it was the same colour as her
mother's had been, but whatever Fiona wanted Fiona got which was why
she was being sent to pretend to be Fiona so Scott could introduce his
fiancé to his great aunt, she shuddered to think what would happen if
she were to be caught out. 

.......... 

Scott looked down at the blonde sucking his cock, then glanced at his
watch. He couldn't believe it Fiona had been at his Aunt Lou's for just
over a week now and he still hadn't gotten the phone call he was
expecting.
"Mmm baby you taste so good." The blond said looking up at him, he was
too distracted to even remember her name. Not that he really cared, all
he cared about was the phone call from Aunt Lou or even his sister. 

The blond kneeled in front of him wiggling her ass at him. "Come on baby
shove that big huge cock in my cunt, stretch me with that monster of
yours." 

Scott rolled his eyes as he obliged her and thrust deeply into her, she
had obviously found out how much he was worth. He wasn't a vain man but
he knew he was good looking, he also knew his dick was pretty average
about 6 inches and not that thick. He knew that the amount of women he
got into bed was more down to the fact that at 31 he was worth £58
million, rather than his good looks or the size of his dick. Which was
why he never wanted to marry, firstly who could he trust to want him
and not his millions? Plus he enjoyed fucking, it was his release so
why not do it with willing partners, he never promised them anything so
if they expected it, it's not his fault is it? Yes he never wanted to
marry but he had still given Fiona a ring and shipped her off to Aunt
Lou's but that was only to shut her and his sister up about how it was
time for him to settle down. He figured that they'd be on the phone
telling him he'd better not marry Fiona as she was brash and loud and
full of herself and while she may have been stunning on the outside,
inside she was hideous and it showed after only a short while. The only
reason Scott had dated her for as long as he had was because she could
fuck like nobody else. 

"Oh yeah baby fuck me! Harder Oh God harder!" The blond moaned louder,
really over acting. It was boring him actually and he just couldn't get
his mind on what he was doing. After ten minutes of thrusting he
finally came to a rather unsatisfying climax. By the way the blond
screamed you would have thought he was the greatest lover in the world,
but she was as crap a fuck as she was an actor. Normally he would pay
attention to his partners needs, he had found early on that a satisfied
woman was up to a Hell of a lot more than a frustrated one, but today
he really didn't care about her his mind was on the horrifying
possibility of how far he would have to take the pretence of being
engaged to Fiona. 

Scott simply collected his clothes, got dressed and walked out without a
backwards glance. Leaving her pouting as he wouldn't give her his
number. 

When he arrived home there was a message on his answer phone. "Scott
it's Jess, your sister. Call me as soon as you get this." 

Scott shook his head as he dialled. "You'd think that after 31 years I
would know my own sister by now - especially since she is my twin." He
said when she answered. 

"Yeah well with the amount of girls that used to call you I was never
sure." Jess said. 

"So what's up?" He asked grinning knowing full well what she wanted to
talk to him about. 

"It's about Phi." She said. 

"What kind of fee?" 

Jess sighed. "Not A fee, THE Phi, you know the girl you're planning to
marry?" 

Scott frowned, she was calling herself Phi now? Since when? "What about
her?" He asked innocently. 

Jess sighed again, Scott knew it was because she had something to tell
him she thought he didn't want to hear. "Look Scott you're my brother
and I love you to pieces. You know I never liked your previous
lifestyle of your trainload of one night stands and as far as I was
aware being a total horn dog was the worst part of your character." 

"Horn dog?" Scott interrupted laughing. 

"Don't laugh Scott this is serious. I can't believe I'm actually asking
you this but I must......Are you hitting her?" 

Scott was stunned into silence at first, then he could feel his anger
build. "You of all people should know why I would NEVER raise my hand
to a woman." He said through gritted teeth. "Has she been saying that?" 

"No! No. God no. She's not said anything of the sort." Jess said. "But I
can see it in her you know? I recognised it and I had to check with you
first as she is such a sweet lovely girl. Whoever is doing this to her
you have to get her away from them fast." 

"What?" Scott whispered stunned. He couldn't imagine Fiona allowing
anyone to hit her, oh he could probably imagine several people wanting
to. But her letting them get away with it? Never. But then again it
wasn't like he thought his sister was making it up, not on this she
definitely wouldn't. 

As his twin, his sister had also been gorgeous, once. Her good looks and
even more beautiful nature had meant she had married young to a man she
thought had loved her. But he had loved controlling her with his fists
more, Scott cursed the fact he had been too wrapped up in his own
business to notice the changes that had been happening to her over the
years. As well as bruises and broken bones her husband, Dale, had given
her a son Benjamin or Benjie as he was affectionately known. 

When Benjie was 4 Dale had hit him for the first time, his crime? He
laughed too loud at a cartoon on TV. Jess made up her mind then and
there to leave him, unfortunately Dale must have seen the resolve in
his wife's eyes and decided to teach her a lesson. With a hammer. 

Benjie had tried to stop his dad from killing his mum and he succeeded,
but at the cost of his own life. A hammer wielded by a grown man is no
match for a 4 year old skull. Luckily for Jess Scott and their father
showed up just then for a visit before he could finish her off as well. 

Dale was now serving a life sentence, while Jess, now divorced, has
scars on her head and parts of her face, a mutilated left hand due to
the bones being crushed so severely and due to the damage done by
shards of bone being smashed into her brain her left eye and mouth
drooped and she will walk with a slight limp the rest of her life. It
took her a year but now she is able to talk without her words slurring. 

"You don't know?" Jess was saying. "But I thought that was one of the
reasons you fell for her in the first place, after all she's nothing
like your previous girlfriends, even though she is perfect for you I
figured it was your protect instincts that made you notice her. Anyway,
I reckon she should stay here ‘till the wedding. I mean she's bloomed
in the week she's been here and Aunt Lou adores her, in fact everyone
does." 

"What?" Scott asked again. No way could Aunt Lou or even Jess for that
matter adore Fiona and she is perfect for him? 

"When she first came here, she wouldn't say boo to a goose. In fact she
could barely say 2 words, she was like such a scared little mouse. But
now she's much more relaxed it's almost like she's an entirely
different person." 

Scott's eyes narrowed, yes it certainly sounded like she was an entirely
different person altogether. "Look Jess I've got to go. I'm thinking of
clearing my day tomorrow to pop over as a surprise to Aunt Lou and Phi.
But you've got to swear not to say a word." 

"Oh Aunt Lou would love that, she's been moaning you spend too much time
in that office of yours." Jess said excitedly. "And I'm sure Phi misses
you as well. As for me, well I've almost forgotten what you look like!
So I'll bring the kids over as well." 

"The kids? Are you sure?" He asked, he didn't want them meeting Fiona
let alone this complete stranger who had obviously taken her place. 

"Oh course! They miss you as well you know, plus all they talk about at
the moment is Phi." Scott was stunned by this, they had already met
her? He really needed to see who this ‘Phi' was more than ever now. 

Scott said his goodbyes and hung up. He immediately dialled Fiona's
number. 

"Hello darling." She purred into the phone after finally answering
sounding slightly out of breath. 

"Hello Phi." Scott said. 

"Urgh don't call me that, I hate being called that. My name is Fiona." 

"Sorry. Where are you?" 

"I'm at your great aunts, where else would I be?" She was obviously
lying, the male voice in the background and her hastily and poorly
covering the phone to hush him confirmed it. 

"I'm assuming that was Jeeves calling you to supper so I'll let you get
off." Scott said giving her enough rope to hang herself, he wasn't in
anyway jealous he knew she had never been faithful to him and it wasn't
like he had been to her either, he just wanted to know who was at his
Aunt Lou's. 

"Yes, yes. I'd better go I love you bye." Fiona said hanging up quickly.
"Stupid git." She muttered to herself as she threw the phone on the
side. 

"Was that him?" Brad asked walking over to the bed naked. 

Fiona smiled stretching, knowing it showed her naked ample figure off
well getting just the reaction from him she intended to. "Yes, I'm only
marrying him for his money. I mean this guy is loaded, but not too
bright. He actually thinks I'm spending a month with his stupid old
aunt! Now are you going to fuck me or just stare?" 

Brad immediately pounced on her huge breasts kneading them and pinching
the nipples as he sucked them deep into his mouth. Fiona sighed and lay
back enjoying the sensations going through her. 

"Couldn't wait for me?" Simon asked coming back out of the bathroom. 

"You know she can't wait for anyone." Lewis said grinning from his prone
position on the bed, Fiona had just finished fucking his brains out
when her phone had rung and he was too exhausted to move for the
moment. 

Simon spread her legs and licked her sopping wet snatch, she'd had them
all twice so far this afternoon and she still hungered for more. Simon
knew if they didn't perform enough for her she would just go out and
get anyone else who would. 

As he licked her clit, he thrust 3 fingers into her easily making her
cry out. 

"Yes that's it fuck my twat with your fingers. Oh yes harder you
bastard!" She cried out thrusting her hips up as she came. 

Brad pulled her up so she was straddling his hips facing him as he sat
on the edge of the bed, he gripped her hips and slammed her down on his
hard cock. His hands moved to her ass cheeks and spread them as he
looked over her shoulder at Simon. 

Fiona immediately knew what he was planning. "Oh Yes!" She cried out
looking over her shoulder to Simon. "Shove your big hard cock into my
ass. Fuck me so hard. I want your cocks in me in every part of me!" 

She felt Simon insert his cock head and push into her ass hard, the
force lifted her on Brad's huge cock. Closing her eyes she slammed back
down hard taking Simon all the way to the hilt. The 3 of them thrust
hard together as another orgasm racked her body. Simon set up a new
faster rhythm and she felt a hand at the back of her head. Opening her
eyes she grinned to see Lewis behind Brad and he had returned to form.
She opened her mouth to accept his cock. Soon she was being thrust into
from every orifice and well on her way to another orgasm. 

She closed her eyes and imagined that they were the staff at her big
mansion once she was Mrs Milton, she also imagined more staff ready and
waiting to serve her as she ordered them and another orgasm struck her.
She couldn't wait to marry that stupid rich man of hers. 

......................... 

"Scott my dear boy I haven't seen you in over a year!" 

"Don't lie Aunt Lou, it's been 3 months." Scott chided gently as he
hugged her. 

"Well 3 months is far too long." She scolded. "I miss you child." 

"I call often." 

"Calling is not enough." She said pouting. "Who knows how long I'll have
left in this world. Or don't you care about your old aunt anymore?" 

Scott laughed. "Oh please Aunt Lou, I'll be in a nursing home before you
leave this world, you're too fit and healthy - not to mention too
stubborn to die anytime soon." 

"That's true. I suppose you want to know where you're lovely fiancé is?
She's out the back by the pool and I must say I am so pleased for you,
you have chosen well with her. Even Gerald likes her." She whispered at
the end. 

Scott raised his eyebrows and looked towards Gerald his aunt's long term
butler, helper and friend. "Really Gerald, YOU like her?" 

"Certainly sir, she is a very polite young lady. If not a little
skittish at first." Gerald replied. "She cleans up after herself and
when she cooks she leaves my kitchen in the state she found it." 

"She cooks?" Scott tried hard not to sound surprised. "You mean you let
her cook?" He recovered himself, unsure as to why he wasn't telling her
his suspicions. 

Aunt Lou laughed. "Oh yes, on Gerald's day off she offered to cook, she
even made enough for him when he came back from visiting his sister.
Now go on, I know you're dying to say hello to her." And she made
shooing motions with her hands. 

Scott kissed his Aunt's cheek and headed out the back through the
library. At the patio doors he stopped and watched the woman sat on one
of the chairs in the sun reading, who was she? He could immediately see
it wasn't Fiona, firstly her figure was all wrong she was far too
skinny none of the curves that made Fiona so sexy and her hair was a
flat brown colour almost as though it was out of a bottle. He couldn't
see her face as her back was to him, he was about to make himself known
when he heard a shout. 

"Auntie Phi!!" 

The woman's head lifted and she placed a bookmark in the book before
getting up, just in time for a boy of eight barrelled into her hugging
her legs tightly. He heard her musical laugh as she hugged him back. 

"Where's your sister?" She asked, her voice was soft and melodic and
there was something almost familiar about it. He slipped out into the
garden quietly trying to get a look at her face without being spotted. 

"Aunt Phi-Phi!" Scott took a sharp breath as he saw the young girl the
voice belonged to. Up to now he had never heard Susie speak. Susie and
Owen were Jess's children, she had adopted them, even though she was
single, the fact that she was rich and her past experiences meant that
she was an ideal candidate for adopting them, both Owen and Susie came
from abusive families. Susie had been with Jess for over a year and
even Jess thought it would take a good few more before she was ready to
speak. 

"For goodness sake kids she's going to be here for a whole month if not
longer." Jess said walking up to them. "Honestly Phi, it's like they
think you'll disappear in a puff of smoke. Come on then brats lets go
see Aunt Lou-Lou before she claims we're being rude and ignoring her." 

"Uncle Scott!" Owen yelled and barrelled towards him as he saw him. 

Scott laughed as he bent and picked him up. "Good grief Owen what has
she been feeding you? Rocks? You're heavier than you were the last time
I saw you." He noticed how the woman had frozen, so had Jess and her
eyes narrowed as she looked between them both. 

Scott put Owen down and turned her around. "Surprise Phi." He said
before covering her lips with his own kissing her. 

Now he knew who she was, as soon as he saw those intense green eyes
looking into his so startled it was obvious even with the dyed hair
that she was Fiona's cousin. He pulled back and smiled down at her
startled face. "If you don't mind Jess, I'm going to take Phi for a
more private talk." Gripping her arm firmly he pulled her inside to the
library as Jess ushered the kids to the living room. Owen declaring
loudly that Uncle Scott and Aunt Phi were probably kissing with the
icky tongue thing. 

As Scott turned to face the woman pretending to be Fiona he could feel
as well as see her shaking in fear, she obviously hadn't reckoned on
getting caught. Scott was mad, it was bad enough she had deceived his
aunt and his sister but the kids were involved now and that changed a
lot of things. 

"And you are?" He asked coldly. 

"Phi-Phimie." She stammered. "I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I..." She broke
off as he held up his hand flinching slightly. Scott's eyes narrowed
Jess was right about her she was so scared, maybe a bit too scared,
could it be an act? 

"Where's Fiona?" He asked folding his arms. 

Phimie's expression told him what he already knew. "She...she's ill. She
didn't want to disappoint you so she sent me. I'm sorry I'll leave."
She went to go but Scott's hand on her arm stopped her, Jess was also
right about his protective instincts they flared up when he looked into
her eyes and realised she was petrified, far more scared than she
really should be. He reminded himself about the kids though and that
hardened his resolve. 

"No you'll stay here and explain to me why you're here? Trying to get
your clutches into me?" Scott asked. "After all that's why you refused
to be around when I was over, you were jealous of what Fiona and I
had." That was what Fiona had said, Scott had doubted it then and as he
watched Phi stammer and shake her head, tears coming to her eyes he
knew she had lied. All his instincts now were screaming at him to
protect this frightened girl, so her performance was certainly Oscar
worthy if that's what it was. 

"Right, I think you'd better finish what you started." Scott said
interrupting her stammering. He lifted her left hand to see the garish
ring Fiona had picked glistening on her finger. "You will continue to
be my fiancé while you are here, I won't say anything and you won't say
anything. I am only doing this because I don't want to see my aunt or
the children hurt. You will stay here as though nothing has changed
except I'll be over quite a bit to make sure you are not doing anything
untoward. After all I have to protect my family. Then after you leave
I'll find some excuse to break off the engagement that won't upset
them." 

What little colour was in her face drained at that. "B-but Fiona." She
whispered. 

"Made her choice when she took off my ring. As far as I'm concerned
we're no longer engaged." He said bluntly dropping her hand and staring
into her eyes. "Now we must act like we are in love when I am here so
don't be surprised and freeze when I hold your hand or touch you. And
you must also look like you enjoy kissing me." He cupped her cheek and
pulled her face to his pressing his lips to hers. Phi held herself
stiffly her breath coming in short ragged gasps. "Not good enough." He
said drawing back. "My sister already thinks you're scared of me. Put
your arms around me and relax. Remember you should like me doing this." 

Phi placed her hands on his shoulders as he leaned in and kissed those
full soft lips of hers. He didn't know what he was doing keeping up
this pretence but his curiosity had been piqued, he wanted to see if
she was as wonderful as everyone said she was. Besides he also wanted
to see if that jolt he felt when he first kissed her was just down to
the shock of discovering who she really was. 

It wasn't. 

His hands travelled down to her waist and pulled her in tight to him,
she froze and gasped against his lips and he took advantage delving his
tongue into the warm depths of her mouth, his hands moved and they
cupped her small but firm backside pulling her to him as he heard the
library door open. 

Jess coughed loudly. "Aunt Lou wants to know if you'll be here for tea?"
She asked. 

Scott pulled back breathing heavily as he stared down into those
striking green eyes. "Tell her I'll be here for longer than that." He
said wondering just where he was going with this. 

Wherever it was, it was certainly going to be interesting.
....................................................... 

As always I appreciate your feedback both positive and negative, this is
going to be slightly longer than my usual stories but I don't know how
long yet don't worry other chapters will be added soon. 

Thanks for all your feedback and concern over my accident I am healing
nicely and should be back to sitting up and typing with both hands
soon! I agree with several comments made about this story I should not
have submitted it in the state it was in so I have made some slight
changes to it, drastically improving it (I hope!). My only excuse was
they changed my tablets and they made me slightly woozy and I wrote the
end and submitted it under their influence. But my head is clear now
and I feel this is where the story should be going. 

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Nude in Public, The First Time

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Nude in Public by Lady Grey 

Note from the author: this story was first published in May 2005. It was
one of my early stories that I did not have proof read and edited. I
was shocked when I went through it and even I realized just how bad it
was laid out. Since that date, my great friend Ray has helped me with
my grammar and the structure of my stories, and due to his hard work
and dedication, they now give so much more pleasure to so many of you.
Please read this one again even if you have already read it and tell me
what you think. Over the winter months, now, I have time on my hands. I
intend to rewrite and edit all of my early work as well as regularly
adding new stories to my ever growing collection. Regards to all my
fans, Laura. 

"How badly do you need to get some money?" Jan inquired. 

I looked at her. "Very badly." I smiled at her. "In fact, I am willing
to do anything." 

She looked at me and grinned. "Anything?" 

I shrugged. "Well, almost anything." 

I had met Jan for a coffee and a chat that evening after bumping into
her the night before in a local disco. We were old school friends, but
I had not seen her for several months. I had just been explaining to
her how I lost my job with the bank when they were taken over, and
because I had not been there long enough, I had not received any
redundancy pay. I had thought the job with the bank was secure, and I
had let myself get into debt. Now I was in trouble: no job and very
little money. 

I took a sip of coffee and looked across at her. "So if you know of
anything going, just let me know." 

She smiled and looked at me with a funny grin on her face. "I could get
you a job with me if you are interested," she said. 

"You could? Doing what?" 

"Modeling," she said. "You are attractive and you have a good figure." 

I stared at her. "You think I would be alright? I could get some regular
work?" 

She nodded. "I'm sure of it." 

I thought for a moment. "Is that what you are doing?" I asked. 

She nodded. "And yes, I get lots of work. Far more than I can manage in
fact. I could easily pass some on to you." 

I was certainly interested, but a little unsure of what I might be
letting myself in for. 

"What would I have to do?" 

She didn't reply, but reached into her large handbag and pulled out a
glossy magazine. She flicked through the pages, then spread it in front
of me. What I saw made me gasp. The two page spread of pictures was all
of Jan, but what had made me gasp was that she was either naked or
almost naked on all the pictures. What made me even more incredulous
was the fact that in the pictures she was in what looked like a large
supermarket. There were people around her: normal people with clothes
on, looking at her some with bemused expressions on their faces as they
watched her pushing her trolley around seemingly unconcerned about her
lack of clothes. 

She saw the look on my face. She laughed. "Not shocked, are you?" 

I looked at her. "And this is what you want me to do?" 

She nodded. "Yes, but only if you want to. I'm not forcing you." 

I looked again at the pictures. Did she really expect me to take my
clothes off and do something like this? I shook my head. I could never
see myself doing anything like that, no matter how desperate I got. 

"Doesn't it worry you being naked with all those people looking at you?"

She shrugged. "No." She paused for a moment. "Well, it did at first, but
not now. I have been doing it for about three months. You just get used
to it; it can be fun." 

Fun, I thought to myself. I bet it can. I passed the magazine back to
her. "No, sorry, it's not for me." 

She smiled. "Well, if you get really desperate, you know where to
contact me." 

I thanked her for the offer, but I could not see myself getting that
desperate. She did go on to tell me how much the job paid, and I was
amazed to find out that she got more for two day's work than I used to
get for a whole week. But things change and sometimes you have to do
things that you would never consider doing under normal circumstances.
This happened when I arrived back at my flat to find a letter on my mat
informing me that if I did not pay my outstanding rent, I would be
served with an eviction notice. What the hell was I going to do? I made
myself a hot drink and took it into my bedroom. I sat on the bed and
slowly undressed. I tossed my soiled undies into the wash basket and
got up to hang up my dress in the wardrobe. As I opened the wardrobe
door, I caught sight of my naked body in the mirror. I hung up the
dress and looked again at my body. Yes, Jan was right; I did have a
good figure, and I was good looking. 

After I had finished my drink, I lay in bed thinking about what Jan had
said to me. Could I do what she was doing? Could I take my clothes off
and be seen naked in public? Next day, two more employment rejections
landed on my mat. I was now getting really desperate, but was I
desperate enough to ring Jan? I did not have to ring her; she rang me,
initially to see how I was, and inquire if I had any job prospects. I
told her about the rejections and about the letter from my landlord. 

She said that she was sorry and if I needed some cash to get along with,
I only had to ask her. I thanked her. Borrowing was not the answer. I
needed to get in some money of my own. It was then that she had this
idea. She asked me if I was doing anything the following day. 

I laughed. "The chance to be doing anything would be a fine thing." 

"Well, how about coming out with me on a shoot? I'm sure Mike, he's the
photographer, would not mind you coming along. He's a nice guy. You
will like him, and it will give you a chance to see the job I do. Maybe
you might change your mind about it."  I thought to myself: not much
chance of that, but then a day out with Jan would be better then
sitting around the flat doing nothing. 

The following morning Jan picked me up from my flat. She was driving a
nice new 4X4. In the car with her was Mike whom she introduced me to.
He was in his thirties and quite attractive. He did seem to be a nice
guy. We all chatted as we drove, and he seemed interested in what I
said unlike some guys I knew. 

The location we were heading for turned out to be a building site where
several new houses were under construction. An unusual place to take
pictures, I thought. Here we met up with the three other members of the
crew: Alan and Pete, who Jan told me looked after the equipment and
generally helped Mike out, and Christine, an attractive redhead who
acted as Mike's PA and looked after the general organization as well as
taking care of Jan. They all seemed a nice bunch. 

Alan went off to get the manager of the site. Mike helped Pete unload
the equipment and start setting it up. I sat watching them work as I
drank coffee with Jan and Christine. When Alan came back, he was
accompanied by the site manager, a big guy in dusty work clothes and
wearing a yellow hard hat. They chatted together with Mike for awhile,
then they all came over and Mike introduced everyone. Anton was the
manager's name; he was a big jolly guy with a good sense of humor. 

He shook everyone's hand. Then he smiled at me. "Are you the young lady
who will be taking her clothes off?" he said, his face breaking out in
a big grin. 

I shook my head, a little flustered. "No, it's not me," I said quickly.
"It's this lady here," I said indicating Jan. She laughed seeing my
embarrassment. 

Mike explained to Anton what he wanted to do. He said that Anton was not
to say anything to the other workers on the site about what was going
to happen as it would be good to get there reactions on film. 

Anton smiled and agreed. "Just make yourself at home. I'm sure the crew
won't mind one little bit." 

Mike explained the story line to Jan. The first thing he wanted was for
her to walk through the building site as though she were looking at the
houses, and depending on how things went, they would take it from
there. 

Jan nodded. "That sounds easy." 

Mike smiled. "So as soon as you are ready we can go." 

She nodded her head and began to untie the belt of the light trench coat
she was wearing. As she eased it off, I was a more than a little
surprised to see that it was the only thing she was wearing. She was
totally naked under it. Apart, that is, from her shoes. She passed the
coat to Christine and stood there seemingly unconcerned about her
nakedness. I noticed that Anton could not take his eyes off her firm
young body. 

When at last he could speak, he said sternly, "I'm afraid I can't allow
you to walk around the site like that, young lady. It's the health and
safety laws, you know. They are very strict; you must wear something on
a building site." They all looked at him. He took off his hard hat.
"You must wear this," he said with a grin. Everyone laughed. 

Jan perched the hat on her head at a jaunty angle and set off. Mike
followed her, his camera poised, when the men suddenly realized that
there was a naked girl walking around the site. Work was forgotten.
Wolf whistles followed her every move. She did not seem to mind at all
the attention she was getting. She just walked on smiling and waving at
her admirers. I have got to admit she did look exciting. Her breasts
were large and firm with dark brown protruding nipples. She had long
shapely legs and a tight bum. I also noticed that she was almost
hairless around her pronounced pubic mound apart from a small Vee
shaped patch of dark, tight pubic hair. This exposed the lips of her
pussy so not even the most intimate parts of her body were hidden from
view. 

When Mike asked her to stop, the workmen gathered around her and she
chatted and joked with them. We stayed on the site for about an hour or
so. In that time, Jan did some painting, wheeled a wheelbarrow, and
climbed a ladder, this much to the enjoyment of the guy who stood at
the bottom holding it for her. She sawed some wood and even drove a
small digger after some instruction from a very attentive instructor. 

To finish off, we went to their cabin and she made tea for them all. All
through the shoot, I had noticed the men openly ogling at her
nakedness. But even in the close confines of the cabin where she was
only inches away from them, she did not seem to mind at all that every
part of her beautiful body was on open view to them. I have to admit it
was at this stage that a shiver went through me, and I wondered just
what it must feel like to stand naked in front of all those guys. 

After the shoot was over, Mike took us and the rest of the crew to a
restaurant for lunch. He was very pleased with the morning's work; he
turned and asked me if I had enjoyed it. 

I smiled. "It was different." 

He looked at me more seriously. "Jan tells me you could be interested in
joining us." 

I looked at him, starting to blush slightly. "I'm not sure," I said
hesitantly. 

"Well, there is a job for you if you want it. My publishers like me to
get new talent, and I know they would like you." 

Now I felt myself blushing even more. "I have never done anything like
this before," I said, "and I am not sure if I could actually do it." 

Mike smiled. "It can be difficult the first few times," he said, "but
you would be surprised how quickly you get used to it." 

I looked across at Jan and she smiled at me. "He is right; the first
time I did it, I was so scared that I almost pissed my pants." Everyone
round the table laughed. 

After the meal, Jan drove us all back home. She dropped Mike off first
at his studio. He wanted to get on processing the morning's work. As he
got out of the car, he kissed Jan on the cheek thanking her and turned
to me. "Don't forget what I said. If you want some work, contact me." I
nodded and waved to him as we drove off. 

Jan asked me if I would like to go back to see her place. It turned out
to be a large apartment in the better part of town. Once inside, she
removed her coat. It was still the only thing she was wearing. She told
me to get myself a drink as she needed a shower. "I've got dust
everywhere," she said with a smile. 

I watched her as she walked out of the room. She looked so comfortable
being naked. I wondered to myself if I could do it and be as casual
about it as Jan was.  I sat with my drink flicking through some
magazines until she appeared wrapped in a terry robe, her hair wet and
her face glowing pink. She poured herself a drink and came and sat
beside me. "Well, what do you think? Could you do it?" 

I shrugged. "I'm still not sure. You make it look so easy. Doesn't it
worry you that you are naked, and that, well, they can see everything?" 

She laughed. "No, not at all. In fact, now I find it rather exciting. I
have always been a bit of an exhibitionist, and it makes me feel quite
randy sometimes, with guys looking at me like this morning," she
continued. "In that digger, the guy was pressed up against me. I could
feel that he had a large erection. It was exciting knowing that I had
turned him on." I stared at her, a look of surprise on my face. 

Again she laughed. "And in that cabin with all those hulks so close to
me, it would not have taken much persuading for me to lay myself across
the table and let them have there wicked way with me." She smiled at my
look of incredulity. "Only kidding," she said, "but I have to admit I
do get turned on sometimes." 

We talked and drank well into the evening. I thought I would have to get
a taxi home as Jan was in no state to drive. Then Jan decided that I
should stop over and she would take me home in the morning. So we
opened another bottle of wine and soon both of us were in a very
relaxed mood, and we decided to call it a day. 

I followed Jan into the bedroom. A large king sized bed took up most of
the room. Jan dropped the terry wrap on the floor and slid into bed.
"Come on in, it's lovely," she said with a smile, patting the bed at
the side of her. 

I saw her watching me with interest as I undressed, and when I eased
myself out of my panties and stood there naked, she nodded her
approval. "You have a lovely body," she said. "You ought to be proud of
it." 

I smiled at her and looked down at my body. "I suppose I am," I said,
and with that, I slid into bed beside her. 

Although the bed was big, I could feel the warmth of her body close to
me. I was still feeling a little light headed, and I made no objection
when she moved up closer to me and I felt her warm naked body against
mine. I must say at this point that I am in no way a lesbian, but I
have indulged in a few bisexual relationships in my earlier years. I
made no objection when I felt her hand gently begin to stroke my thigh.
I lay there in the darkness feeling her hand move slowly up the length
of my body and begin to caress the sides of my breasts.  I could not
help but suppress a slight moan because it felt so nice when she cupped
my breast in her hand and began to manipulate my hardening nipple
between her fingers. 

"You have lovely breasts," she whispered in my ear. "So nice and firm.
You don't mind me doing this, do you?" 

In the darkness, I shook my head; at that moment and the way I was
feeling there was no way I wanted her to stop. Then I felt her other
hand press gently between my thighs, stroking them and easing them
apart so she could slide her hand further up my legs. I parted them
slowly in anticipation of what I knew was coming next. Her fingers
lightly stroked slowly over my pussy, and then I felt her inquisitive
searching fingers parting my lips and sliding into my moist vagina. 

She was an experienced lover and knew the places to touch. Soon she had
me writhing on the bed calling out to her to make me cum, but she was
not going to let me get away with it so quickly. She drove me again and
again to the point of release till I was screaming at her to finish me
off. At last she relented and brought me to an awesome climax. I could
feel the juices running from me onto her clean sheets. Then it was my
turn to give her release. I don't think I was quite up to her standard,
but she hugged me close afterwards, kissing me lovingly on the lips
before we finally fell asleep in each other's arms. 

When we awoke the following morning, we started again where we had left
off, intimately exploring each other's bodies with lips and hands,
releasing pent up frustrations till we fell apart exhausted. After a
short rest, we showered together, soaping and rinsing each other's
bodies before toweling each other dry. 

She handed me a wrap to put on, and we went into the kitchen where she
prepared a delicious late breakfast of ham and eggs with a large
portion of mushrooms, swilled down with large glasses of freshly
squeezed orange juice. We were on our second cup of coffee when the
bell rang. Jan got up to answer the door and came back into the room
followed by Mike, who was carrying a large folder.  They turned out to
be the proofs of yesterday's shoot. Although he did not have too, he
liked to show them to Jan before he sent them off to his publisher,
just in case there were any she had any objections to. We cleared the
table and he spread them out. I must admit they were very good, and
both Mike and Jan were pleased with them, although she picked out a
couple that she did not like and Mike ripped them up. He then collected
them all together and slipped them back into the folder. 

He accepted Jan's offer of a cup of coffee and perched himself on a
stool at the table. "I guess you stopped over," he said smiling at me. 

I nodded. "By the time we finished talking and reminiscing about old
times, I was in no state to go home and Jan was in no state to drive." 

He laughed. "Good for you."  Then he turned to Jan. "Have you talked her
into working for me?" 

She shrugged. "It's up to her; she knows what the job entails. I have
told her she has the right equipment for it. She has to make her own
mind up." 

Mike looked at me. I felt his eyes burning through my light wrap.
"Well," he said slowly, "what's it to be." 

I looked at him and shook my head. "I do need the money, but I am still
not sure that I can do it," I said. 

"Trust me," he said. "I will let you do it at your own speed. If there
is anything you are not happy about doing, just tell me and we will
change things to suit you." He looked at me waiting for my answer. I
was in turmoil; I desperately needed the job, but could I appear naked
like Jan had done, with people I did not know around me? 

I looked across at Jan and she smiled at me. I shrugged. "OK, I will
give it a try," I said, still not really convinced that I was doing the
right thing. 

Mike smiled. "Great," he said. "I am glad you decided to come aboard."
He glanced at his watch. "I need to get these pictures into the
publisher before the day is out, and I would also like to show him some
pics of you if that is alright".  I did not realize I was going to be
put on the spot so quickly, but I felt myself nodding agreement.
"Right," he said with a reassuring smile, "I'll just nip down to the
car and pick up a Polaroid." 

When he had gone, I turned to Jan. "Have I done the right thing?" 

She nodded. "You will be fine. Just think to yourself how beautiful you
are and be proud of your body." 

I had butterflies in my stomach when he returned with a camera. He
looked around the room then said, "Just stand over there by the sofa."
I walked over to the position he indicated. My legs felt like jelly and
my heart was thumping. "Now just turn around slowly and face the window
and slip off your wrap," he said. 

I began to turn, and with trembling fingers, I undid the belt. I felt
the wrap fall open. I shrugged it off my shoulders. It slid down my
body, falling in a crumpled heap around my feet. I was naked, and I
could feel Mike looking at me, taking in my body. I felt my nipples
becoming rigid. I closed my eyes tightly wanting to shut out the shame
I was feeling. 

"You are absolutely beautiful," I heard him say. Then I heard the click
of the camera shutter. "Now turn slightly this way," he instructed. I
turned. "Wonderful, just wonderful; now a little bit more." I heard
more clicks. I knew by now that I was facing him. I slowly opened my
eyes to see him looking at me intently. "You have such a beautiful
body," he said. 

I could tell by his voice that he meant what he said, and I at last
began to feel slightly relieved. He asked me to alter my position a few
more times, complimenting me every time. I felt myself beginning to
relax, and by the time he called a halt, I was even beginning to enjoy
myself. When he finally handed me my wrap, I must admit I had some
reluctance as I slipped it back on. I had actually enjoyed the feeling
of him looking at my body, and I had enjoyed showing it off to him. Now
I even felt a little more excited about what was to come. 

He spread out the pictures he had taken, and I must admit I liked what I
saw. I had to agree with him: I did look good. I still could not really
believe I had actually posed naked and displayed myself to him like
that. 

Jan came over and added her approval. She put her arm around my
shoulders. "Wasn't as bad as you thought, was it?"  I smiled at her and
shook my head. 

After Mike had left, we dressed, and Jan ran me home. When she dropped
me off, she told me that she would contact me as soon as she knew
anything. I wandered about my flat in a bit of a daze. Had I actually
agreed to work for Mike? Was I the girl who this morning had stripped
naked in front of a guy I had only met the day before and let him take
pictures of me? I shook my head; I needed a drink. 

It was two days before Jan contacted me. She told me that Mike's
publisher had loved the photos Mike had taken of me. I felt a funny
feeling in my stomach at the thought of someone else, someone I did not
know, looking at my naked body. She said that he wanted a set of me as
soon as possible, and she said that Mike said that if the weather was
good, he had set up a shoot for me the following day. I felt the
butterflies start up again. She said she would call me and I could
catch a taxi over to her place at around ten the following morning. 

All day I was in a state of agitation, fighting with myself. Could I go
through with it? Should I have said yes? It was a knock on my door that
settled the whole thing. I opened the door to find two burly guys
standing there. One of them handed me a folded piece of paper. I opened
it; it was a notice of pending eviction. One of them said that if I did
not pay my rent up to date by the end of the week, I would be thrown
out. 

"Where am I expected to get this sort of money by the end of the week?"
I asked. 

"That's up to you darling," he said with a nasty grin. "Try selling that
pretty body of yours. We might even give you a few quid to get a closer
look at it." I slammed the door in their laughing faces. 

It was that incident that tightened my resolve. Yes, I could do it, and
I would do it. I poured myself a drink and ran a nice warm bath.
Afterwards, I went to bed early. Now I really wanted to be fresh and
looking my best for the following day, whatever it might bring. 

During my sleep, I had this strange but vivid dream. I was in this large
lavishly decorated room at a swish ball. Everyone round me was dressed
in beautiful clothes. Mike was there with me dressed in an immaculate
dinner suit. For reasons I could not understand, I was wearing the wrap
Jan had lent me the night before. I knew I had nothing on under it. The
music was playing and I was dancing with Mike. There were people all
around us. Suddenly Mike took hold of my wrap and pulled it off,
leaving me naked. I heard gasps from the other dancers around us. Then
they started to stand aside as we continued to dance around the room.
It did not seem to worry me that I was naked, or that everyone was
looking at me. It felt wonderful; I was loving their attention. We were
the only couple on the floor. Mike was twirling me around, displaying
my nakedness to everyone. People began to applaud and to throw flowers.
It felt wonderful. Then I woke up. 

It was a warm, bright, sunny day. I showered and had a light breakfast.
I careful prepared myself. I was not sure what I should wear so I
decided on a light jogging suit. I took note of what Jan had told me
the day before and I did not put on any underwear. She had explained
that it left red marks on the skin that took time to disappear. 

Jan rang to say the shoot was on, and I got a taxi and arrived at Jan's
a little early. She was still in her toweling robe. She offered me
coffee, and we sat eating toast as we enjoyed our coffee. I told her
about my dream and she laughed. She told me that Mike had rung her and
suggested to her that he might do a double shoot. "It might make you
feel more relaxed if I am there with you." I agreed. It sounded a
wonderful idea. 

Then I inquired if I would be okay in the jogging suit. She shook her
head and explained that there was not usually a place where you could
undress so she had found it better and much easier just wearing a coat.
She also said it was quicker and easier to get back into if you needed
quickly to cover up. She had several that would do and said that I
could borrow one. 

We went through to the bedroom, and she told me to pick one from her
wardrobe. I selected a long black one. I slipped out of my jogging suit
and turned to Jan who was doing her make up. "Do I look all right?" I
asked. 

She turned and I did a twirl for her. "There is one little thing," she
said. "It might be better if we trim your bush a little. The punters do
like to be able to see everything." 

I looked down at myself. I had gotten a bikini wax a few days ago, but I
still had a bit of a bush. I blushed slightly, but she smiled at my
embarrassment. "Come over here and lie on the bed. I will do it for
you." 

I went over and lay down on the bed. Jan kneeled beside my open legs and
began trimming me carefully with a pair of small scissors. It felt
quite exciting as she gently brushed away the cut hair. When she had
trimmed me to her liking, she rubbed cream on me and shaved me smooth
with a razor. Then she cleaned me up with a warm flannel, and finished
by spraying on perfume. I squealed loudly as for an instant it stung my
most tender parts. 

She laughed at my discomfort. "You look almost good enough to eat," she
said huskily. 

"Well, if we have time," I said smiling up at her. She leaned forward
and kissed my smooth pussy lips. A shiver went through me as I felt her
warm moist lips on my most intimate parts. Then her searching tongue
was parting me and slipping inside me. I groaned loudly, and arching my
back, forced my pussy into her face. I clutched my breasts, squeezing
them in my hands, as she continued to explore me with her exciting
tongue: probing, licking and sending me into shivers of excitement.
Sadly, because we were meeting up with Mike, it was all over too soon,
but we both needed to take another shower before we left. 

It felt strange walking out of her apartment wearing only a coat,
knowing that I was totally naked under it. We called and picked up
Mike. He greeted us with a smile. "It's a great day for your first
shoot," he said. I nodded. I was still not quite sure, and I felt the
butterflies start up again. 

We at last arrived at a small park in the suburbs. The others met us in
the car park, and we all helped to carry the gear over to a small
secluded seated area in the centre of the park.  Looking around, I
noticed thankfully that there were not many people around, and the spot
Mike had selected was quite away from the main paths. Mike explained
that he wanted us just to be as natural as possible and he would direct
us.  Alan had set up the cameras, and Pete was unfolding a light
screen. 

Mike smiled at us. "As soon as you are ready, we can start." 

This was it, the moment I was dreading most. I watched as Jan slipped
off her coat and handed it to Christine, and then it was my turn. I
undid the buttons and slipped off my coat. I was naked in public for
the first time. I looked around me; apart from our small group, no one
was close to us: just a few people walking their dogs away in the
distance. I passed my coat over to Christine and stood there with
nothing to hide my nakedness. I did notice both Pete and Alan looking
at me with interest. I felt myself beginning to blush. 

Mike's instructing us to sit down together on one of the seats brought
me back to reality. I followed his instructions still in a bit of a
daze. Here I was actually doing this. Was it really me who was sitting
in a public park stark naked? 

It was definitely a comfort having Jan with me, and I think it worked
well. Mike seemed happy as he shot off picture after picture. After a
while, I began to get into the swing of things, and I began to relax a
little. It wasn't the big issue that I thought it would be. The fact
that I was openly displaying my naked charms in front of the three guys
had even begun to turn me on. It was just like Jan had said. I did not
even give it a second thought when Mike asked me to spread my legs a
little more. I knew from what Jan had told me they do expect to see
every intimate part of your body. 

Even when two cyclists came over and stopped to see what was going on, I
cheekily smiled and blew them a sexy kiss. I was getting incredibly
turned on by the whole thing, and when Mike at last called it a wrap,
Jan saw what I was like. She came over and put her arm around me, 

"You were great," she said kissing my cheek. "I guess you will want to
stop over again tonight?" 

We slipped back into our coats, and Mike took us all to a small bar just
outside the park for drinks. There were about a dozen drinkers in the
bar, mostly men. A couple of them were playing on a small pool table.
We got some interesting looks when we walked in. We seated ourselves
around a table at the back of the room. The barman came over and took
our order, and returned quickly with our drinks. 

"Well, how did you like your first shoot?" Mike asked. 

I smiled. "It was far better than I expected." 

"I told you you would soon get used to it," he replied, "and it's not
that big a deal being naked, is it? And you seemed to be having fun by
the end." 

I laughed. "It was not too bad today. There were not many people around.
I am not sure how I would feel in a crowded place." 

Mike looked around. "Like here in this bar?" he said. "How would you
feel if I asked you to take your coat off in here?" 

I looked at him. "You are kidding, aren't you?" 

He shook his head. "No, I am not. This is just the sort of place that
our readers like to see our girls in." 

He picked up his camera and looked across at Jan. "Just unfasten your
coat and give us a flash of your tits." 

Jan smiled at him and undid the belt of her coat. She eased it off her
shoulders; it fell away leaving her breasts totally exposed.
Immediately there were whistles and comments from the men standing
around the bar. Even the two pool players stopped playing and walked
over to take a look. Jan just smiled back at them and took a sip of her
wine as Mike shot off a couple of pictures. 

Then he turned to me. "Now it's your turn," he said to me.  I knew I was
going to have to follow Jan's lead. I felt very nervous about exposing
myself in front of so many strangers, but I remembered the excitement I
had experienced earlier during the shoot in the park. I looked across
at Jan; she was still sitting there seemingly unconcerned that the men
were openly ogling her exposed breasts. 

I nervously undid my coat and shrugged it off, letting it fall into my
lap. Now with two pair of firm young breasts on view, the men around
the bar applauded. I again felt the thrill and the wonderful sensation
knowing I was giving pleasure to people by exposing my body. Mike
clicked away with his camera. 

The barman came over with another bottle of wine. "This is for the young
ladies," he said with a grin. "With the complements of the house." 

I noticed how he was staring intently at my breasts, and I could feel my
nipples hardening. Nobody seemed to mind having two attractive topless
ladies in the bar so Mike decided it was an opportunity to take things
a step further. He called over and asked the two guys on the pool table
if Jan could come over and join them for a game. 

"No problem at all, mate," one of the guys said. 

Jan smiled and looked over at Mike. "What a good idea," she said. "I
love a game of pool". 

When she stood up and the coat fell away completely leaving her naked,
there were more whistles and applause. She walked confidently across
the bar to the pool table. One of the guys playing offered her a cue
and stood aside to watch. I could see that she was giving them some
interesting views as she leaned over the table to take her shots. Mike
hovered around the table clicking away with his camera. She even won
the first game, probably because the guy she was playing with did not
seem to be able to concentrate on his game.  I guess it was not often
that he had the chance to play against an attractive young lady,
especially one that had no clothes on. 

As Mike returned, he stopped and spoke to the barman, who nodded and
smiled at him. When he came back to the table I noticed he was carrying
an empty tray. "I have had a word with the barman," he said with a
smile, "and he has agreed to employ you as a glass collector for the
afternoon."  He grinned at me and handed me the tray. 

I knew now that this meant I was going to have to expose myself totally,
and although I was more than a little apprehensive at the thought of
being totally naked around these guys, it did have some appeal to me. I
shook my head and smiled at him. "You really know how to set a girl up,
don't you?" He grinned. 

I took a deep breath, gritted my teeth, and stood up. My coat fell back
onto the chair and my body was again exposed for everyone to see.  I
took the tray off him, and with my legs feeling more than a little
unsteady, I walked over to the table where most of the guys were
sitting and began to collect up the empty glasses. 

Jan was now sitting on a stool at the bar chatting to the two guys she
had played pool with. I saw she was watching me with interest.  I
jumped, and I saw her grin, when one of the guys stroked his hand
across my backside.  But it was an exciting feeling being in such close
proximity to the guys, knowing that I was exposing everything to them.
I suddenly realized what Jan had said to me yesterday about the feeling
of wanting them to take her. I could feel myself getting very wet as I
went around the small bar collecting glasses with Mike constantly
photographing me. 

We stayed in the bar for about an hour, and everyone was quite
disappointed when Mike decided it was time to leave. I would not have
objected to stopping a while longer as by now I was getting quite a
thrill out of it. 

As we drove home, Jan asked me if I had enjoyed my first day. I nodded.
"Yes, I was dreading it before we started, but as the day went on, I
really began to enjoy myself, and although a little daunting at first,
the session in the bar was really enjoyable. But I am feeling more than
a little horny, and I hope you have the same idea as me once we get
home." 

Jan smiled. "Yes, I think I know what we both need." I smiled and hugged
her to me.

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Not So Innocent After All

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Julia was bored stiff, she heard her phone vibrate in her bag and
surreptitiously slipped it out to check it. She had a new e-mail
message, her stomach flipped when she saw it was from Hottotrott. 

‘What you up to? Coming up with a new story?' 

Julia stifled a giggle, oh yeah she was coming up with a new story here!
She was in the middle of her church meeting like she could come up with
one of HER stories for this lot! What all the other church members
didn't realise was that she wrote explicit sex stories and published
them on the net. Hottotrott was one of her biggest fans and against her
usual policy of keeping that part of her life separate she had given
him her hotmail address, luckily it didn't give a clue as to who she
was and no one at church used it either. But it allowed them to
communicate easier than through the websites e-mail system. 

She had been flirting lightly with Hottotrott for a while now banding
ideas for stories back and forth, neither had talked of meeting up and
she was glad, she was happy with the way things were for the moment.
Even if he did claim he looked rather like her usual man she described
in her stories. 

‘I'm in a boring meeting' She typed in a reply ‘Almost tempted to stand
up and announce what I do to liven it up!' 

She groaned inwardly as she realised the next one up to talk was the
accounts manager he would drone on for at least half an hour. Her phone
buzzed in her hand, glancing down she read his message. 

‘How about eyeing up a new character? Could be one there.' 

Julia bit her lip so she didn't laugh out loud as she surveyed the room,
yeah right could she really come up with a sex story about one of the
blue rinse brigade? She shuddered to almost think about it. 

No her church was like most nowadays, mainly filled with the over
sixties. In fact excluding the children below twelve, at thirty she was
the youngest in the congregation the next youngest being forty three.
That was until Adam had moved here three months ago, at thirty four and
single he was hot property. But since she was more his age and had been
single for well over a year the blue rinse brigade had ear marked him
for her. 

Julia sneaked a peak at him and he was staring down at his hands under
the table obviously as bored as she was. She was glad that the blue
rinse brigade had set him aside for her as he was very handsome, if not
a little prudish. He had soft brown hair that had an almost dishevelled
look to it, intense green eyes hidden behind sexy simple wire frame
glasses, permanent five o'clock shadow and a grin with the sexiest
dimples that could stop traffic a mile off. 

She had heard the women talking about him before she had met him. They
had gone on about his good looks and how he needed a woman to look
after him, sort out his hair and make sure he shaved. When she finally
met him her overactive imagination had gone into overdrive imagining
him in all sorts of positions making her blush furiously as he had
shook her hand. 

Two weeks later Clara the head honcho of the blue rinse brigade had
talked him into being Santa for that year's Christmas fair. As usual
Julia was expected to run it and as she turned the vestry into the
grotto he had made her jump when he came in and offered to help. 

"Um, Clara told me Santa usually helped you set up. What do you want me
to do?" He had asked. 

Julia had frowned, no one ever helped her before. What was Clara up to?
She explained what she wanted to do and Adam got stuck right in and
helped. At first they didn't talk much but after a while the
conversation flowed easily between them and soon they were laughing and
joking. Later on Clara stuck her head around the door and informed Adam
that the next day they were all going over to Julia's house to help
wrap the presents for the children if he didn't mind helping, after all
it was tradition.
Again it wasn't tradition, but Julia wasn't about to turn down help to
wrapping a hundred odd presents. An hour after Adam had arrived Clara
had called with some silly excuse as to why she and the ‘girls' as she
called them weren't going to make it. Both Julia and Adam had laughed
when they figured out it was a set up and nothing more was said about
it. The Christmas fair was a success with Santa's Grotto making the
most money, overtaking the cake stall for once. Adam was an excellent
Santa and even stayed behind to help Julia clear everything away. 

After they had finished she was surprised when he asked her out for a
meal the next day. 

"After all." He said "I get the impression Clara doesn't take no for an
answer!" Julia had laughed and agreed. 

They had had a wonderful first date, the food was excellent and the
company was even better. The only problem was when he dropped her off,
he simply kissed her on the cheek and left. Julia was ready for more
than that and had thought he had been as well. Ok she was no way going
to sleep with him on a first date but was a decent kiss out of the
question? Apparently it was. 

He got her so frustrated that she went up to her computer and banged out
a story then and there about a blind date getting taken right up
against her front door, no preliminaries. No foreplay. Just hot hard
kiss followed by ripping off the panties, cock out rammed straight in
and pumping ‘til orgasm sex that got her reaching for her vibrator when
she submitted it. And apparently got Hottotrott really worked up as
well, that was the first time she had used Adam's description and it
wasn't the last, he had been her star character from then on, ok he had
different names and was different characters but in her mind it was all
Adam. 

They went out a few more times, once every few weeks or so and each time
they had fun and each time he would simply kiss her on her cheek and
leave her on her doorstep. It was becoming very frustrating, the only
thing stopping her from calling it a day was the fact that she found
she had fallen for him, hard, that and the hope that he would come
around eventually. 

There had been an improvement recently their second to last date he had
actually kissed her on her lips, even if it was a closed mouth kiss.
Their last date, last week, he had finally teased her lips with the tip
of his tongue. When she had parted them he had slipped it in her mouth
gently caressing her tongue and her mouth. It had taken all her will
power not to grab him and kiss him back hard until they were both
breathing hard and rip his clothes off and take him then and there. As
usual he pulled back far too soon and asked to see her next week, not
as usual, it was usually at least two weeks in between their dates. She
was still breathless from his kiss and the possibility of what he could
do if he ever really let go that she just nodded. In fact they were
going out tonight. 

That night she wrote an incredible story about Adam and using his tongue
to turn his date, who surprisingly looked a little like her, into a
quivering wreck before he fucked her silly. That story got the best
reviews she'd ever had and had worked Hottotrott into a frenzy. 

‘Only one I can think of.' She replied to Hottotrott. ‘But I've used him
far too often. Any suggestions?' 

The finance report finally wrapped up and Julia wasn't the only one who
heaved a sigh of relief. There was a soft groan as Judy got up to read
her report on the worship committee, she would be longer. Her phone
buzzed again. 

‘How about a gorgeous 30ish young woman sat in a boring meeting getting
sexy texts from her lover? She could be say 5'9" with long black hair,
sexy grey eyes and luscious kissable lips. Wearing tight blue jeans
that hug her perfect ass and shapely thighs, with knee high brown boots
over the top of her jeans, a simple white shirt that's supposed to look
innocent but is sexy as Hell making you want to rip it from her body?' 

Julie froze, that was what she was wearing and she was 5'9" and had long
black hair and grey eyes. She could feel her skin grow warm as she
glanced about nervously no one was looking at her, surely Hottotrott
wasn't in this room? He didn't know who she was, did he? Her phone
vibrated again. 

‘Or better yet a short skirt that way she could finger herself easily.' 

Julia heaved a sigh of relief. It was just a lucky guess that was all,
to relieve temptation she switched her phone off and slipped it back in
her bag and tried to concentrate on the rest of the meeting. 

Adam grinned to himself as he sent the message to Almostanangel
describing Julia, reading last week's story it was like she had gotten
into his head and written what he had wanted to do to Julia. It would
be great to read a story about someone who looked exactly like her so
he could have something to use so he could control himself around her.
As he glanced at her staring down at her hands she froze rigid, her
face going bright red as she looked nervously around the room. He
looked away before she looked at him. No way! He thought, not a chance
was Julia Almostanangel. 

He sent her another message and watched as she visibly relaxed and
switched off the phone hidden in her hand and put it back in her bag.
Adam was in total shock, Julia, his Julia was Almostanangel? His
favourite erotic writer was sweet innocent Julia? 

He had been attracted to her when he had first met her, even with her
blushing so innocently at shaking his hand. When he had walked in on
her decorating the grotto that attraction had become pure unadulterated
lust as he had been presented with a view of her firm backside as she
was bent over a box. Clara had explained to him about Julia, she liked
to take things very slowly when it came to men that was why she had
been single for so long, no one really had the patience to go at her
speed she was so innocent you see and didn't like to be rushed. 

At first he hadn't even thought about asking her out because of it, but
once he'd gotten to know her he found he really enjoyed her company so
he asked her out. He had fully intended to kiss her properly at the end
of the date but he had enjoyed himself so much he wanted to see her
again and he had visions of her slapping him and slamming the door in
his face so he chickened out and just kissed her cheek. 

The last date when he had finally kissed her properly it had taken all
of his self control not to grab her and slam her up against the door
and take her then and there, which was why he broke off the kiss
earlier than he had wanted to. He never normally waited this long but
the thing was he found that he had fallen for Julia, hard, so he was
willing to wait. But if she really was Almostanangel maybe his wait was
finally over. The more he thought about it the more it made sense,
Almostanangel had started using descriptions of him from their first
date and had even used some of their conversations. He just couldn't
believe it. 

Mercifully the meeting ended shortly and he grabbed Julia to confirm he
would come over and collect her later on from her house. He waited
giving her plenty of time to get home before following and sent her
another message. 

‘I've got a better story for you.' 

‘What?' She replied. 

‘A woman sending messages to someone who's wanted her for a long time,
he then promises her he'll come over and fuck her so hard she won't be
able to stand up.' 

‘And?' 

‘And then the doorbell rings' 

‘And then what?' She replied. 

Adam took a deep breath hoping he was right about this as he walked up
to her front door and rang the doorbell. 

Julia jumped a mile when her doorbell rang, she almost didn't answer it.
What if it was Hottotrott? It was all fine and well flirting with him
via e-mails but she wanted nothing else. In fact the way she was
starting to feel about Adam she would be telling him she didn't want to
talk with him soon. Then she shook her head she was just being silly
she told herself it wouldn't be him. For all she knew he lived on the
other side of the world. 

It turned out it was Adam, he was just very early for their date. 

"You're early." She said as she let him in. 

"Yeah well I figured we might stay in tonight, you know watch a film or
something." He said, he looked and sounded nervous. Maybe he had
decided to step things up a gear Julia thought hopefully, writing about
him had made her so very horny for him and she couldn't wait for him to
fuck her. 

"Drink?" She offered turning and walking into the kitchen before her red
face betrayed her erotic thoughts. 

"I have a question for you." Adam asked as he followed her. 

"Hmm? What?" She asked as she collected the mugs from the cupboard. 

Here goes nothing Adam thought as he prayed he was right, he slipped his
arms around her his hands grabbing her breasts and squeezing gently.
"Did you really want our first date to end that way Almostanangel?" He
whispered in her ear. 

The mug Julia had been holding clattered to the counter top as she froze
in his arms, at first Adam thought he had made a terrible mistake but
then she leaned back into him pushing her firm backside into his
growing erection. 

"How did you find out?" She whispered. 

"Your reaction in the meeting." He murmured kissing her neck, his hands
moving over her breasts. "It certainly would've livened it up if you
had told them what you do." 

"Hottotrott?" She gasped turning in his arms. "You're....? But you've
never really kissed me." 

Adam pulled her in tight to him and kissed her how he had always wanted
to kiss her. His tongue delving into her mouth and duelling with hers,
rather than pushing him away in disgust as he almost expected she
wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him in tighter and kissed
him back just as hard. 

"Damn Clara." Adam muttered against her skin as he moved his lips down
her throat making her gasp. "I guess you're not as sweet and innocent
as she made out." 

"What?" Julia gasped as he nipped her neck something she'd always loved.

"The silly old bint told me I had to take it extra slow." Adam said
raising his head to look down at her. "So I have and it's been killing
me to do so. I've wanted you for a long time but I like you too much I
didn't want to scare you off." 

"So take me already." Julia said pulling his head down for another kiss
then her hands moved down and pulled at his shirt lifting it above his
head. She marvelled at his chest so much more firmer than she had
imagined. Adam lifted her shirt off and flung it aside, her bra came
off immediately after and after throwing his glasses on the side he
leant down and sucked at her nipples. He had picked up on her neck
being nibbled from her stories but would he know how much she loved her
nipples being bitten? He did. Julie cried out and gripped his head as
he bit down squeezing her other nipple. 

His other hand slipped lower over her stomach and slowly undid her jeans
and slipped inside underneath her panties. His finger slipped into her
wet furrow and moved over her clit making her groan and her hips jerk. 

"You're so wet." Adam groaned against her skin as he moved his lips back
up to hers burying two fingers inside her. 

"I want you so badly." She moaned against his lips as he kissed her.
"Take me now." 

Adam didn't waste any time pulling her jeans and panties down as she
frantically undid his freeing his erect cock. Adam hurriedly took them
off along with his shoes and socks. 

Julia smiled. "I underestimated you." She said as she ran an admiring
hand over his length, in her stories she had given him a six inch
standard cock, but this was at least seven inches. Adam grinned at her
as he lifted her onto the counter and thrust into her easily. Julia
gasped and held onto his shoulders wrapping her legs round his waist as
he pounded into her. 

"Shit I don't know if I can last you're so hot!" Adam gasped frantically
thrusting. 

"Oh God doesn't matter!" Julia cried as her orgasm swept over her,
seconds later Adam cried out as he too climaxed shooting jet after jet
of cum into her. 

Julia's head fell onto Adam's shoulder as she breathed heavily
recovering from her intense orgasm, Adam had his face buried in her
neck. 

"Oh God Jules you have no idea how long I wanted to do that." He gasped
kissing her neck. 

Julia chuckled softly. "Probably as long as I have." And she gave a big
contented sigh. 

Adam's arms tightened around her waist, his hands slipping under her ass
and he lifted her from  the counter still keeping his now soft cock
inside her and started walking towards her stairs. 

"If you're going to fall asleep on me I think I need to find your
bedroom. Any hints?" He said. 

"Upstairs, first door on the right." Julia replied. "Besides I'm not
falling asleep." And she gently nibbled on his neck and shoulder as he
walked. 

"Regardless I still need to find your bedroom." Adam said climbing the
stairs. 

"Really? Why?" Julia asked innocently, knowing full well why as she
could feel his cock growing and swelling inside her with every step. 

"Well." Adam replied as he lay her down on the bed and giving her the
grin that made her insides melt. "I've already fucked you, but now I'm
going to make love to you and then I do believe I promised you I would
fuck you until you couldn't stand up. I figured you'd be more
comfortable in here while I have my wicked way with you." 

Julia could feel her body responding to his words and the look in his
eye as he leant down to kiss her. 

"Clara is evil incarnate." She sighed when he pulled back. At his raised
eyebrow she explained. "Because of her I was denied about 3 months
worth of those kisses." 

Adam chuckled a smug look spreading across his face along with that grin
of his. "Don't forget 3 months of this as well." He said withdrawing
his now rock hard cock and slowly pushing back in again. 

"Maybe 2 months of that." Julia groaned closing her eyes, arching her
back in response to the pleasure that shot through her. "You forget I'm
a good girl, she was at least partially right. I don't fuck men on the
first date." 

"Oh no? You don't think I would've succeeded in seducing you Jules?" He
asked thrusting slowly into her again. Julia had never allowed anyone
to call her Jules before but she found that she loved it when Adam did
it. 

"You could've tried but I've never been one to be pushed into something
I didn't want to do." 

"Oh you would've wanted." Adam said smugly. He grinned widely at her
protest when he pulled out of her completely. "Now lay back and tell me
you wouldn't have wanted this." 

He leaned down and kissed her so thoroughly it left her breathless,
before he moved his mouth over her jaw line and down her neck nipping
at her skin lightly with his teeth. He kissed and licked his way along
her collarbone, grabbing her hands and holding them down on the bed as
she went to stroke his cock. When he reached her breasts he licked and
suckled her nipples so gently she groaned in frustration, wanting
nothing more than for him to be rougher. He gave a quiet chuckle
against her skin before lifting her hands above her head and securing
her wrists in one hand. His now free hand travelled down her arm and
gently cupped her breast his thumb softly rubbing her hard nipple. 

She cried out and arched her back as he suddenly bit down hard on one
and mimicked the motion with his thumb and forefinger on the other.
Then soothed them both with his tongue, Julia moved her hips anxiously
wanting him to move lower, she was so wet and her clit was throbbing
angrily demanding attention. He let go of her wrists as he moved over
her stomach, kissing and licking his way down. He avoided the area she
wanted him to concentrate on, instead he slowly made his way down the
outside of her right leg, ending with a kiss on the inside arch of her
foot before slowly making his way back up again the inside of her leg. 

Julia tensed as he got closer but still he denied her, he gave her
nothing more than a quick pressing of his lips to her pubic bush before
moving on to her left leg. She almost screamed in frustration, she was
so turned on that by the time he once again arrived at her now sopping
wet pussy all it took was one swipe of his tongue on her clit to send
her over the edge. 

Adam didn't touch her until she came down from her orgasm, he waited
until she opened her eyes to look at him before her gently parted her
lips and he started kissing them so tenderly, before using his
fantastic tongue to lick at them, she was on the verge of another
climax and he hadn't even gotten to her clit yet or her pussy. She
jerked her hips up trying to get him to touch her there but he just
pulled back. Julia gritted her teeth in frustration, she refused to beg
him but if he carried on like this for much longer she would. Then he
did something no one else had ever done to her before, he leaned down
close and blew hard on her clit and her orgasm suddenly exploded over
her shocking her so much she cried out. 

As before he waited until her muscles stopped spasming before utilising
his tongue on her wet slit. He slowly and reverently licked up her
juices, ignoring her clit simply licking round it. Every so often he
would graze the side of it causing her hips to jerk in response. He
brought her to another climax, but instead of waiting until it was over
he immediately sucked her clit into his mouth lashing it with his
tongue and grazing it with his teeth so one climax blended into another
until it became too much, it became too painful and she had to push him
away sobbing for breath. 

"I can't, I can't!" She gasped. 

"Oh yes you can." Adam replied moving up and kissing her deeply, she
could taste her own juices on his tongue but she didn't care she barely
had the strength to wrap her arms around his neck as she returned his
kiss. Her imagination and her stories had nothing on him, she had
seriously underestimated him and her feelings for him. 

As he thrust into her making her cry out again she knew that she loved
him, mind, body and soul and she knew he was right. She would've
wanted, oh God would she have wanted. Even on the first date. He kept
on pounding into her and all she could do was hold on as for the first
time in her life she experienced a multiple orgasm, it just went on and
on, leaving her body limp and completely pliant allowing him to turn
her this way and that, into various positions all taking her higher
than the last until finally he let out a cry of his own and he erupted
into her. 

Adam barely had the strength left to cover them both and pull her into
his arms. 

"You know I'm never going to let you go now." He murmured into her hair.

"Good." She sighed. 

As his eyes slipped closed a thought suddenly occurred to him. "I don't
suppose now would be the best time to ask whether you're on the pill?" 

Julia gave a weak giggle. "Bit late but no I'm not." 

"Good." He sighed closing his eyes and pulling her closer. "The sooner
you get pregnant the sooner I have an excuse to get you to marry me."
He murmured before falling asleep 

........................................ 

Almostanangel read the reviews on her story, the best yet. Out of three
hundred odd votes so far only fifteen were below ten out of them seven
were eights and the rest were nines. 

"So you finally told our story? It only took you ten years." Hottotrott
said as he leaned over his wife's shoulder rubbing her swollen belly.
"Glad to see you've changed the names, God knows what the blue rinse
brigade would do if they realised you were never as sweet and innocent
as they thought you were." 

Almostanangel laughed and hissed in a breath as the baby kicked hard.
"Yeah well I left out the bit where you asked me to marry you every day
for a month and where you put the request every week in the church
notices otherwise they would've known." 

"And the bit where I finally wore you down enough to say yes." 

"You didn't wear me down from the first time you asked I had already
planned to say yes, I just wanted to make sure you wanted me for me,
not because you thought I might be pregnant." 

"Oh baby, I'll always want you." He said kissing her deeply. 

Suddenly there came a clatter from downstairs and a cry. 

"Edward no fair! I'm telling Daddy!" 

"Shut up Victoria or I'm telling first!" 

Hottotrott groaned against his wife's lips. "My turn?" He asked. 

She laughed. "Absolutely, you wanted all these kids so you can try to
keep the peace. At least now maybe you'll agree three is plenty." 

Hottotrott looked down at his sexy wife. "I'm not sure." He said
grinning at her. "I just can't help myself when I'm around you." 

.................................................... 

*Thanks for reading, I really appreciate your feedback both good and bad
so feel free to let me know what you think. 

Please note I do try to check my work thoroughly but any small
grammatical errors left in are probably due to the fact I missed them
because of the painkillers I am on due to my accident so I apologise
for them now. 

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God, chance, coincidence and choreography

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God, coincidence, chance and choreography - A short story by Jacques
Boncoeur Foreword Warning, these words aren't really written for you,
they're written for me. They're written in order for me to better
understand the events that occurred and my feelings, when I witnessed
them. I recognise that as a first hand witness for me, these events are
evidence. For you, they are merely hearsay and you must place your
belief or disbelief where you may. If you're looking to get your rocks
of quickly with explicit sex from the word go, then I suggest you move
on to another story. I re-iterate these are my words, my story not
yours and I'll tell it how I please. 

Even when collating ones memories you are confronted by stereotypes,
words that are accurate but don't really translate accurately! When
posting these memories on this site I'm forced to place them in handy
compartments. Handy for the reader maybe, but these compartments aren't
really accurate, even for reference. For instance, this story is about
my wife Susan and she is certainly, loving. But we all know that
‘loving wives' isn't really an accurate description of this
‘compartment'. In this context it's better translated to ‘slut wives'.
But by any definition Susan isn't a slut. The story contains adultery,
cuckolding and I suppose betrayal, and by definition these words are
accurate. But surely, in order to define them accurately, you have to
make value judgements. That's where stereotypes lead you into further
inaccuracy. 

Adultery can really only be defined by conventional marriage and neither
Susan's or my own beliefs or values can be considered conventional.
This means that ‘betrayal' must now be examined in a different light. I
don't think any of the main actors thought that they had betrayed and
even though I experienced many different emotions and feelings,
betraying or betrayal was not one of them 

Cuckolding, on a site like this is a major stereotype. I can imagine our
puritan, anonymous friends rubbing their hands with glee when they
imagine another wimpy patsy, slithering around behind his slut wife in
order to clean up the latest cream pie left by her dominant lover or
lovers, who almost by definition have eighteen inch cocks, are black
and will whore them out immediately the ‘team' lose interest in them.
I'm not afraid to say, go fuck yourselves. Neither I, nor this story
fits that stereotype and if that's your kick, go read something else, I
don't give a shit! 

So,  in order to be accurate and for you to have any understanding of
the feelings I experienced, I have to revert to stereotypical erotic
story format and explain a little about the main actors in my play and
the background upon which it is set. 

Chapter 1 

I'm Rob, and at the time of first writing, I'm 33. I had a conventional
childhood, went to Sunday School, and was studious but sporty
throughout my life. Got my ‘O' and ‘A' levels and went to University
medical school both at Graduate and Post Graduate level. I had
girlfriends and those that allowed my I fucked rigorously.  I have I
suppose, a slightly above average sized cock in both dimensions, which
to date has never failed to reach a minimum standard both to me and I
believe the partners that it has serviced. 

I don't want to portray myself as a saint but my life long standard has
been to treat others as I would like to be treated. Therefore, I've
never been a bully, a braggart or I hope a bore. I admit I had a temper
when I was younger and I had fights. Some I won, some I lost but I
never fought dirty and I can't ever remember holding a grudge. I never
fucked a girl I didn't care about and although like most lads of my
generation I knew little about sex, I was intelligent enough to ask the
girl I was with what she wanted, fortunately most of them were older
than me, so when if found the key I tried to open the box and fill it
to their hearts desire. Consequently, when I met Susan, at University,
me as a post-graduate student doing my final couple of years attached
to the University Hospital and Susan, in her final year studying Law, I
not only fell immediately in love with her but managed to quickly
convince her that I was going to be her future husband. 

It seems unbelievable considering what university life was like back
then but it took me a week to get her to kiss me. Fortunately, I had
become a really good kisser. Lots of dedicated training. It took me a
fortnight to get inside her bra and knickers and my goodness was it
worth the effort. Her tits were gorgeous with pretty pink nipples that
stood out like bullets when I squeezed, kissed and sucked them. I
thought that having taken two weeks of kissing before claiming her tits
that a fuck was years away but life is a conundrum and I had struck
gold as Susan had a connective and super conductive highway between her
tits and cunt. Half an hour of tit play and several very vocal orgasms
later, I had her panties in my hand and I was taking my first look and
soon my first touch of her luscious almost black bush of pubic hair. As
dense as it was, it couldn't hide her already parted and visibly
dripping cunt lips. I couldn't just play with it, I had to worship it.
I think that my sudden stillness and from the stunned look on my face
that she must of thought that she was deformed. I sat back on my heels
and for several seconds I was transfixed.  "Darling", she uttered and
looked at me with a worried frown. This brought me back down to earth
and shouting, ‘eureka', I quickly buried my face into her slick
opening. Her cunt tasted like heaven and I licked it and caressed it
for hours, causing her almost continuous orgasms, before I did the
‘deed'. I almost called it the ‘dirty deed' but it was anything but
dirty. I treated her cunt as though I was at an altar. I can remember
the fear in her eyes when she saw the size of my erection. But suddenly
she looked up at my face and saw the adoration and the fear turned to a
smile. "Will I really be able to take all of that inside me?" 

It took me an hour to penetrate her fully. She really was a virgin. I
know its hard to believe but its true. I really loved this woman and I
already knew that this cunt was the only one that I would desire for
the remainder of my life, so I wasn't going to hurt her or it. We
thought it best if she was on top and in charge of this very delicate
operation. Who was I to complain? I had that gorgeous clit and those
magnificent tits to take care of. I left the penetration to her and
ensured that her natural juices flowed enough to take care of
lubrication. Flowed doesn't really do justice to Susan's natural
lubrication. She was a gusher and with my manipulations and her
movements of gradual penetration the plum sized end of my cock
disappeared inside those luscious lips. 

I thought I'd gone to heaven. It wasn't that I had orgasamed far from
it; I was too scared to move in fear of hurting her. No, it was the
feel of her surrounding me. I had been in quite a few cunts but I
really don't think I had ever felt what I was feeling at that moment. I
can't really describe it with justice and yet more and greater was to
come. This isn't a pun by the way. 

How her poor legs maintained her stance I don't know but it took over an
hour and tears of pain and joy before she finally settled fully on my
legs, her hands supporting herself on my chest, my balls touching her
bum and our pubic hair, mine mousy brown, hers black and glowing with
perspiration touched. In fact her whole body was glowing. Those
wonderful tits bobbing up and down as she gasped for breath. I know you
might think it impossible to keep an erection for that amount of time.
I wasn't to last long. 

"Oh my God, she croaked, I can't believe I've taken it all. I'm so full.
Hold still and give me a minute to catch my breath" 

I wasn't about to move. I knew that if I started any sort of thrusting I
just wouldn't be able to stop. 

She looked down at our joining where there was a pool of milky white
liquid laying between the junction of her thighs and bathing her
clitoris that was clearly poking out from between her lips. "Yours or
mine?" she croaked. 

"Yours I'm afraid, you're a gusher" 

"Oh my God, what do you mean?" 

"Simple really, you gush when you come and you've come a lot in the last
hour or more, I've swallowed most of it". 

She giggled, "You dirty bastard, you've deflowered me and now I'm just a
leaky slut!" 

"Yes and soon I'm going to fill your cunt full of hot sperm, make you
pregnant and you'll have to marry me". 

"Is that a proposal?" 

"Well its both a proposal and a promise. If you slide up and down on my
pole for just a few more seconds, I will fill you full of spunk. In
half an hours time when I've had time to recover, I'll lay you on your
back put your legs on my shoulders and fuck the living shit out of you,
fill you full of spunk again and I'll continue to do it until you
either agree to marry me or have to marry me. It's what decent girls do
you know?" 

"If I say yes now, will it make any difference?" 

"Not in the slightest?" 

She began to slowly lift off of my cock until we could both see the
beginnings of my helmet. She stopped and after a second she thrust down
and up, down and up, ten or fifteen times. We were both howling as we
came in unison. Well that's not true really, Susan just had short gaps
between her orgasms and it was impossible to count how many times she
had come but after my obvious and very vocal orgasm she flopped against
my chest, her tits slapping against me. I'm not sure if we both lost
consciousness but I had never come like that before. After a minute or
so she levered herself upwards and stared once more at the junction of
our meeting. Our emissions were similar in colour but still different
and mine was now flooding from her inundated cunt around my softening
cock, soaking us both and filling my belly button. She scooped some cum
up with her finger and sucked it into her mouth and then scooped up
some more and placed it into my open mouth, saying, "with this cum I
thee wed". 

Of course I still fucked her shitless. 

Chapter 2 Eight years on and nothing's changed, well everything changes
I suppose. For instance, we're eight years older and we have a seven
years and three month old little girl, Nancy. Spitting image of her
mother, lush black hair on her head but as yet no tits or pubic hair,
what do you expect? Anyway, I'm nuts about them both and life is really
good to us. We're successful and popular Susan's a part-time solicitor
and I know your going to hate this but I'm a gynaecologist.  Hell but
someone's got to do the job. 

I case you haven't got the picture by now, I'm not religious. It's not
that I couldn't believe in a God, it's not the fact that I'm a
scientist as well as a medic. It's because of the ‘shit' that this
world is in and historically, how his ‘church of whatever denomination'
has fundamentally ‘caused it, shovelled it and generally grovelled
around in it'. I can here you thinking, why is he dealing with this
now? Well, I suppose it has got to do with me explaining why I reacted
the way I did, when the following incidents occurred. 

Both Susan and I had forged some lifelong friendships, both from our
childhood and later at University. From kindergarten class I had three
best friends, Mark, Luke and you guessed it John. They were triplets
and take another leap of faith, their older brother was called, ...
you've got it, Matthew. You don't have to be a nuclear scientist to
realise that ‘Mum' was very religious. All of the family had sandy red
hair. The triplets, we all called the gospellers and they literally
lived and died together and I'm afraid that their death is one of the
reasons that my own belief took a downer. Late one evening this summer,
after doing a personal job for me at our summer house, they were
returning to my London surgery to report  progress, when an engine from
a passing Jet aircraft, decided to come loose from its mountings and
descending several thousands of feet in a matter of seconds smashed
into their van, right in the middle of no-where, miles away from any
other habitation . Nothing was ever found of their bodies, nor much of
the van. It's obvious that their mum is sure that God took them up,
personally. I'm rather more certain that several tons of fuel laden jet
engine can vaporise almost anything. Needless to say both Susan and I
and all of our friends, were devastated, particularly when you hear the
rest of my tale. But for that I need to back track about a month. 

Whilst I was still in my last year of medical school I had been lucky
enough to be left a wonderful house on the edge of Bodmin Moor by an
aunt who died after a long and full life, so there was no sense of
despair at her leaving and the ambiance of the place was plain fun and
happiness. It needed loads of work but that's what friends are for and
the ‘gospeller's', our nickname for the terrible trio were builders and
carpenters. Not just jobbing builders but craftsmen. Year after year,
as I could only afford a few weeks every summer, our whole group of
friends would meet, party and do a few jobs. 

This year around fifteen of our closest friends had met there in early
August. It was a breathtaking summer and after about ten days most of
the scheduled jobs had been done. Nancy and a couple of our friends
kids were being looked after by Susan's mum to keep them out of the way
as we had some heavy and dangerous machinery working. But, the work
done the partying began. Although the moor is a rather desolate place,
we are lucky to have a sizable wood that skirts around the western edge
of the property and supplies some shade and a wonderful habitat for
wildlife. I expect you've guessed that I'm into that sort of thing and
when I have time I love to wander the woods with my binoculars and can
spend hours looking at the birds and wildlife. 

This first afternoon of total relaxation started after we had eaten and
drunk far too much for lunch and I thought we would all crash out as it
was really hot. One of Susan's University friends Mike, had other ideas
and it seemed that most of the others were really enthusiastic when a
game of tag hide and seek was suggested. The rules were that we would
draw lots for the hunter and that the remainder would hide. The only
rule was that the hiding was limited to within a half mile of the
house. The person who had drawn the lot would hunt and tag others but
if the person caught was of the opposite sex they could first claim a
bounty as the price for capture. All those tagged would join them in
the hunt until everyone was caught or two hours had passed and anyone
remaining free after that time would be waited on by the hunted for the
whole evening. 

Lots were drawn and another of Susan's old University friends Jules,
drew the short straw. We had twenty minutes to hide and the fourteen
hunted, eight men and six women branched off separately in all
directions to find a hiding place. It was simple for me, as early in
the summer I had set up a camouflaged hide in the wood so that I could
watch the wild life without disturbing them. Within minutes after
striking of in the opposite direction I had skirted the wood and made
my way to the hide, settling in with a bottle of water and my
binoculars already set up on a stand. I think that maybe Susan had
tried to follow me but had lost me as I entered the wood. She had no
idea about the hide as she is not really interested in bird watching
and as she was barging about and making a racket I wasn't about to give
away my location.  She searched around for me but after several minutes
of looking and recognising that as time was passing, she had better
find somewhere to hide, she settled down in a little bower only yards
away from the hide completely oblivious to my nearby presence. 

Another ten minutes or so passed when I began to hear the approach of
the hunter, now by the sound of it more than one hunter. Susan had
obviously heard as well but in her excitement instead of remaining
still she was fidgeting about. I was tempted to shout at her to keep
still but I knew it would give us both away. Needless to say as the
hunters appeared, Jules and now Mike as well, they stopped nearby
listened and within seconds had discovered Susan. 

I of course remained still and silent expecting them to tag her claim a
quick kiss or maybe a feel of her tits and then continue with the
search for the remaining hunted. But suddenly my life and Susan's was
about to change. 

"Found you my little vixen. Now to have my evil way with you." Said Mike
in a dominant tone. 

"Oh no please sir, have mercy on a poor servant girl!" Susan replied
drawing her hand to her forehead in mock submissiveness. 

Mike grabbed her and to my astonishment began to kiss her roughly. 

Susan pushed him away. "Stop that Mike, what an earth do you think your
doing?" 

"I'm doing what I should have done years ago, how I ever let you go
amazes me, I must have been stupid!" 

"Mike, stop it, we're both happily married, dammit you're Nancy's
godfather." 

His dominant tone vanished. "Please Susan, just a kiss, I know you like
kissing." 

Without further ado he grabbed her and began to kiss her. She struggled
and almost broke away before Jules grabbed her by the shoulders and
held her. I was stunned and was about to rush out of the hide to aid
her, when suddenly Susan broke the kiss and whispered, "Just kisses,
promise?" 

My stomach was suddenly churning and I felt sick but I noticed, not from
disgust but from arousal. I'm not the jealous type but I'm not a wimp
either I could and maybe I should have stopped this silly episode
before it got out of hand. If I stopped it now we could have maybe
laughed it off but I didn't. 

Suddenly, while Mike was now tenderly kissing my wife, Jules hands went
around to her tits and began to caress them. Susan groaned but didn't
pull away. Gently, one by one, Jules undid the four buttons of Susan's
sun dress and only when the dress was open to the waist exposing her
white bra did he move his attention to the ties on her shoulders. With
these undone the dress simply slipped down her body and pooled around
her feet leaving her in her white bra and panties. Of course I know how
Susan reacts to kissing and I also knew that if I didn't intervene now,
and if they got their hands on her nipples, my lovely, lovely wife
would soon be an adulteress. My guts were churning, my head was aching
but I knew I wasn't going to stop them, I wanted to see her fucked. I
didn't want them to love her or, her them, I just wanted to see her
fucked. My wish was about to come true. It didn't take long. They
didn't worship her body as I do, even now when I make love to her. In
seconds her bra joined her dress on the grass beneath her feet. I said
earlier that time hadn't changed anything but I omitted to say that
Susan tits had changed from the jaunty pointed handfuls at our first
mating, to full become full and rounded, worthy of the word ‘breasts'.
No doubt caused by the year of breast feeding that both myself and
Nancy had delighted in. Her left nipple had become inverted during this
period maybe because I nursed on her too much but over the intervening
years I loved to make that little devil pop out when I brought her to a
climax just by playing with them. 

Fortunately for them, they paused to play with these bullet like
protuberances and I knew that Susan had lost any fight that she might
put up. It was now down to me or her fate was sealed. I could say that
I was too weak to act but that would be a lie. I was too strong, too
excited to act. They moved to her side and each took a nipple into
there mouths and nursed upon her. She even had the presence of mind to
support their heads as they gorged upon her teats. I looked down at the
front of her panties and saw that she had begun to gush. It was like
she had wet herself but this wasn't yellow urine, this was milky white
cunt juice. Strangely, although I was very excited and had an erection
fit to bust a nut, I never relieved myself. I didn't even release
myself from my jeans. I merely stored the tableau in my memory for
later. I knew that the human mind and imagination was far more erotic
than a video camera and I would feast on this display for the rest of
my life.  But, I still cursed myself that my camera had been left in
the house. 

Mike removed his lips from her breast and bent to pull down her soaked
panties. They didn't need to pull my lovely wife to the ground, her
strong legs that had supported her that first time, eight years before,
just gave way and they had to catch her and gently lay her on the
ground. Mike removed her panties and her legs just fell lewdly open. 

"Open your legs Susan and show us your cunt." She seemed to come out of
a daze and at first I wondered if she would realise what was happening
to her and what she was about to do. I could feel my heart thumping and
I recognised that I hoped she wouldn't stop this lewd display. 

My mouth was dry when suddenly her legs began to open wider and wider
and she displayed her cunt. There was no reason to draw the lips apart
or indeed apply any sort of lubricant. You could have put a golf ball
between her wet lips and it wouldn't have touched the sides. 

Bear in mind, I see cunts every day but Susan's was magnificent. Her
juices were actually running out over the crack of her bum and down
onto the ground. By then the lads had both stripped of their jeans and
pants. Their cocks were hard and bursting. Neither was as big as me but
I had long ago known that size is as much a disadvantage as an
advantage and it was how you used your cock that mattered. Strangely, I
realised that I didn't want them to be gentle I wanted her fucked,
raped even. Not hurt you understand but rutted. 

They only partially fulfilled my desires. There was no fingering or
kissing her cunt, Mike simply got between her wide open legs and thrust
inside, I'm not even sure she felt the two or three thrusts he made
before burying his cock in her and screaming his release. I could see
he balls flexing as he pumped his cum into my dear wife's dripping
cunt. Three or four pumps before his cum began to pour out around the
sides of his buried cock and flowed down to join the growing puddle of
mixed juices forming on the ground under her bum. I knew that both she
and I and possible even Mike were disappointed at this feeble display
but... 

Jules dragged Mike off and pulling Susan's legs over his shoulders he
rammed his cock deep into her cunt. His cock might not have been huge
but he simply reamed her out. In seconds she was howling, so much so
that Mike had to bend down and smother her mouth with his own. Jules
fucked her for going on ten minutes, never slowing his onslaught. He
must have had the staying power of a marathon runner. She wasn't
gushing anymore she was frothing. It was spurting out of her cunt like
crazy foam and towards the end as he was rushing towards his own climax
she must have passed out. He carried on fucking her limp body giving
her no quarter, before suddenly he stopped, buried his cock deep within
her and he howled himself. I'm not sure whether it was a trick of the
light but Susan hips seemed to continue the thrusting motion and Jules
screamed. "Oh my God, her cunt is actually sucking the spunk right out
of my balls," and as if on cue the cum started erupting from her cunt
much like a drain overflowing. 

I was so stunned that when I came back to my senses they had gone. I
must have been out of it for several minutes. I crawled from the hide
my legs still shaking and moved over to the spot upon which she had
been taken. It wasn't a dream, there was a large puddle of liquid on
the ground where it was yet to soak into the grass. I sat next to the
puddle for I don't know how long, my head in my hands and my mind in a
turmoil. What was I going to do or say? It's stupid I know and you are
going to find it hard to believe but I tried to scientifically analyse
what had happened and how I felt about it. Had Susan suddenly been
transformed into an adulterous slut? By definition, yes but in reality,
No! Had she, Mike and Jules betrayed me? By definition, yes but in
reality, No. I didn't feel betrayed. I tried to think, what did I
really feel? I recognised that although my adrenalin level was falling
I was still on a high, very exhilarated and excited at what Susan had
done. You couldn't choreograph what had happened, this wasn't acting it
was real, yet I so wished I had this on film, it would be the only porn
I would ever need. 

Chapter three Later I made my way home. "Where have you been." everyone
was shouting. "You're the only one that didn't get caught but the game
was over hours ago." I managed to convince them that I had fallen
asleep after our heavy lunch. But, I knew I hadn't been dreaming as I
had picked up Susan's sodden panties and mopped up the sticky liquid
before I left the grassy knoll. 

I'm sorry to say that this isn't the end of the tale, It's much darker.
I never told Susan what I had witnessed but a month or so later, last
week in fact, I was in a London Pub with the gospellers when at the end
of the evening, drunk and still high on the erotic scenes imprinted on
my mind and bolstered in my imagination, I confessed to them what I had
seen and the excitement I had felt. 

"Didn't you feel jealous? I know I would," John said. 

"No, strangely I only felt excitement, like she was putting on a
performance just for me. I thought how beautiful and sexy she was. I
felt like thanking them all for the performance." 

"Bloody hell, I wish it had been me that found her, I've wanted to fuck
her ever since you first brought her home to the village." "And me"
chimed in the other two as if in chorus. 

‘Be my guests,' I heard myself saying. "But this time I want it on
camera" 

"You're joking aren't you? How could we set that up?" 

My excitement level was once again rising as my mind dealt with the
logistics of the problem. "You're builders, you set up the games room
with hidden cameras, attach them to a recorder in my study. Get her
into the games room while I'm up in London working and start kissing
her and feeling her tits. I'm sure even three louts like you can find
your way from there?" I could even imagine their flame red hair
surrounding their bulbous erections thrusting between her legs and
mingling with her black bush as they fucked her, maybe tickling her
clit and increasing the strength of her orgasms. 

I arranged for Susan to go down on the Friday, October 13th, to
supervise the clearing up of the last of the year's jobs and I would
join her at the weekend for a last few days summer break. The lads
called me on the Thursday evening to say that everything was in place
and tested. I was like a cat on a hot tin roof all of Friday and it
wasn't until late in the evening that I got the call from Luke that I
had been waiting for. "Fucking hell Rob, she's a sex machine. I'm
telling you five minutes passionate kissing and tit fondling  and she
fucked us to a standstill. I managed four times and so did Mark. John
says she sucked blood out of his dick the fifth time. We're nearly
dead." An hour and a quarter later they were. 

Chapter 4 Susan blames herself.  I didn't find out until I drove up to
the house on the Saturday morning. I had seen the emergency service
vehicles on the main road but hadn't thought anything about it. There
was no van by which to recognise the gospellers. I found Susan on our
driveway, sobbing. It took me hours to find out what had happened and I
finally had to phone Mary, the boy's mother to find out the facts and
she was strangely calm. The second coming I suppose. 

That evening sitting in the dark of our lounge a sobbing Susan confessed
all. The incident with Jules and Mike and yesterday with the boys. I
knew if I didn't come clean she would be crushed by a burden of guilt
that no-one could sustain.  I couldn't allow her to shoulder the burden
herself, so my confession followed. It wasn't a surprise to me that
there were no recriminations. We both agreed that we had enjoyed the
experiences, me as voyeur and her in centre stage yet we both sobbed
ourselves to sleep, knowing the gospellers had left us forever. We
renewed our vows of love by recognising that our ‘mates' had loved us
too. Maybe they loved her more than me but love none the less. We
looked at the video holding hands and although there was lust in all of
their eyes as they fucked, there was undoubtedly love too. I fucked her
three times that night, one for each of the boys. It was hard as I was
getting older but I had a memory to uphold. 

The gospellers most abiding legacy came 270 days later when I had the
joy to ease my three sandy haired sons from Susan's gaping cunt. ‘Mine'
might be a little presumptuous but I'm allowed a certain artistic
licence. As I cleared the mucous from each of their mouths I kissed
them and gently breathed life into their tiny lungs. "This is Mark".
"This is Luke", "This is John", I said to the nurse as I handed over
each in turn about twenty minutes apart and they were laid gently on
Susan's tits as she continued through her labour.  Was it labour? I
don't really know as I had developed a new pain relief technique that I
would test out on my lovely wife. As her labour began and during her
last contractions I gently uncovered her clitoris and began to lightly
brush the bulging tip. I'm sure her last contraction actually combined
itself with an orgasm. We weren't sure whether she screamed, "I'm or
It's coming?" Mark was already gorged on his mothers left tit, and Luke
was well on his way to being satisfied on the right when John uttered
his first wail of life. I gently cradled him and replaced his seeking
lips onto the left teat. Of course Mark was already asleep and I kissed
him again and placed him into the incubator. 

Of course we did not know which of the gospellers had actually
impregnated Susan but who cares, they were my sons and I was so proud.
I was even prouder at one minute past midnight the next day when I
delivered my daughter, Mary. Of course we had known for months that
Susan was carrying Quads but we never expected this black haired bundle
of fun. Nothing like her mum! No tits, yet!!! 

Being a practical man I had been preparing for this day for a month.
Susan's breasts had grown considerably from her eighth month onwards
and I had been inducing milk by feeding from her, right  from the
beginning. It took a week before I managed to extract milk but before
the births actually occurred, I had been extracting milk almost three
times a day and we had pints of it in the fridge in the hospital.
Nothing but the best for my kids.  I of course had to go back to the
cow variety but we all have to make sacrifices. 

The gospellers mother, Mary, was walking around telling people that
obviously God had played a hand in Susan's impregnation and was
delighted to be asked to be their God mother, little did she know she
was their Grand-Mother, or did she the sandy hair had to be a giveaway
but I'm sure she thought it was an act of God or at least a miracle. 

I'm sixty one now but every anniversary of their deaths Friday October
13th, we sit in the games room and watch the video. Susan stops her
contraception in August after we fuck on the anniversary of her orgy
with Jules and Mike. I don't fuck her without a condom during this
period but on the glorious 13th October, she drains me into her
unprotected and sometimes fertile cunt. I can't manage three times
anymore but we have never changed the furniture or the rugs and I
ensure that Susan orgasms on every item upon which she was fucked on
that evening. I then take her up to our bed and place her legs on my
shoulders and fuck the living daylights out of her. After this evenings
exchange of fluids, we use a condom until we know whether she is
pregnant or not. 

Since that event Susan has never wanted, needed or indeed had the time
to relive those sexual exchanges and I have the only video of porn that
I will ever need. Plus, I have had the pleasure of administering pain
relief to Susan's beautiful bulging clitoris on a further nine
occasions, as I delivered my four daughters and five sons, as well as
five grand-kids to date but usually without the patent pain relief
method, by me that is, I love being a teacher, a Dad and now a
Grand-dad. 

Playing with cunts for a living, is hell but someone has to do it!!! The
end

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Learning To Scream Part 1

admin — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 10:18:15 +0000

Grace gave a groan of frustration and dropped the vibrator on the bed
next to her. Her whole body was practically thrumming and yet the
release it craved was still as elusive as it had ever been. In her
twenty-eight years she had never experienced an orgasm. 

It wasn't that she hadn't tried, she had. She had tried books, movies
and all manner of toys, she had even tried men. Not that many she
conceded but still that ‘special moment' eluded her. She glanced at the
clock and realised she should start getting ready for her date and
sighing she got up and pulled her robe around her body and went to the
bathroom. "I'm taking a bath!" She called out to her housemates as she
closed and locked the door behind her. 

Daryl watched as Grace shut and locked the bathroom door behind her
before slipping back into his room. He tried not to think of her
stripping of and making herself even more sexy than she actually was,
all for this stupid ‘DG' of hers. 

He remembered when he had first met her, he and Mike had decided to
advertise their spare room for rent to get a bit of extra money. And as
a laugh they had asked for a written reason why the prospective tenants
should be given the room. When they read Grace's advertising herself as
the perfect housemate for two blokes they had thought she was too good
to be true, she had described herself ugly enough to ensure girlfriends
weren't jealous but with pretty friends should they want that. She
wasn't a girly girl and  would bring her collection of music and films
with her, no chick flicks or boybands. She could cook but was a
terrible cleaner, but could be a great handyman. 

They had immediately called her up for an interview, an hour later Mike
called the other four they had lined up and informed them the room was
taken. She had fit in immediately and she was right neither of their
girlfriends were jealous of her and they didn't have reason to be she
was just one of the guys. 

That was until the night they had gotten drunk and played truth or dare,
Grace's weakness was that when she was drunk she told the truth. They
had found out that night that she had never been made to scream, by
anyone or even herself. Daryl had asked about the baby oil in the
bathroom. Wondering what she did with that. "Ah!" She had slurred
propping her leg up on his. "Feel." She had commanded. Daryl had slid
his hand up her leg to her knee it was so silky smooth and soft. "I put
it on after a bath or shower and I feel like this. Best to put on after
shaving." She said taking her leg back. 

After that moment Daryl really started to look at her, she was
overweight but not by much and she had the most longest legs he had
ever seen and the silkiest he had ever felt. She didn't change anything
but suddenly she was sexier than ever. However his excitement was
tempered later on when she had confessed to be lusting over a guy, she
wouldn't say anything other than DG. Dream Guy, and it appeared that he
wouldn't look twice at her. 

In the following months she had tormented him without knowing. He went
to throw out a shirt but she claimed it and used it to sleep in. Every
time she stumbled out of her bedroom half asleep wearing it took all
his control not to grab her and ravish her. If that wasn't bad enough
she had recently purchased some knee high striped socks that she
started to wear with her skirts that brushed the tops of her knees. 

Daryl groaned as he smelt the bath cleaning products, she had taken a
baby oil bath her whole body, every crevice would have been soaking in
warm water infused with the oil making it all silky smooth and oh so
touchable. Daryl scowled at his computer as he worked, since breaking
up with his girlfriend last month he had been working on Grace to get
her to forget all about DG so he could step up and teach her how to
scream, just when he thought he was making progress she came home
yesterday in a better mood than he had seen in a long time announcing
she had a date tonight. DG he could only surmise as this was the first
date he had seen her go out on. 

He made the mistake of going downstairs as she left she was wearing a
red tartan skirt that came to mid-thigh, a black low cut t-shirt that
showed off the tops of her breasts, enough that you wanted to see more
but not too much making her look easy, black high heels and a pair of
those damn red and black striped socks. After she had waved him goodbye
he stomped back upstairs to throw himself into his work. 

Several hours later after making himself a sandwich in the kitchen he
heard the door open. He switched the kitchen light off assuming it was
Mike and waited to make him jump. But then he heard Grace's voice. 

"Alright, the toilet is through there." She sounded quite cold. 

"You know I don't want that." A male voice said and he heard a thud,
probably Grace getting shoved up against the wall. "Hey!" She
protested. 

"You know you want it, all you fat girls do, why else do you think I
went out with you? Oof!" Her date cried out as Grace kneed him between
his legs, then he gave a strangled scream as Daryl grabbed him round
his throat from behind. 

"I think you've outstayed your welcome." He growled in his ear and
shoved him outside slamming the door in his face. 

He turned to Grace who was still stood against the wall shaking, he
hated the way her eyes were filled with unshed tears as he watched her
face crumpled and she started crying. Daryl just pulled her in for a
hug and held her until she stopped. 

"Come on." He said. "I think we should open that bottle of wine." 

"I'm sorry about DG, guess he turned out to be a wanker after all."
Daryl said after most of the wine had been drunk and they were curled
up on the sofa, Grace having kicked her shoes off but the socks
remained on. 

Grace snorted. "Tony? DG? No! I realised that DG would never look twice
at me so I decided it was time to move on, unfortunately I moved onto
the wrong one. So how come you're not out with Tracey?" She asked. 

"We split up last month." 

"Really? Why what happened?" 

Daryl grinned sheepishly. "I called out another woman's name in bed." 

"You didn't!" Grace gasped. 

Daryl nodded grinning. 

"Oh my God! Was it someone she knew? Oh God!" She giggled at his nod.
"Please tell me it wasn't her sister. Refill?" She asked as she got up
grabbing his empty glass. 

"No and it wasn't her mother either." Daryl said pre-empting her next
question as he followed her to the kitchen counter. 

"Who's name was it?" She asked then gasped as she turned round to find
he was close behind her. 

"Yours." He whispered before grabbing her head and pulling her in for a
deep kiss. 

Grace's head spun as Daryl's tongue pushed it's way into her mouth
duelling with hers making her gasp at the sensations it caused. Her
hands had a life of their own as they slip up his chest and wrapped
themselves in his thick black hair pulling him closer. She loved
nothing more than having her head held while being kissed, and for so
long she had wanted to be kissed by Daryl she couldn't believe this was
happening. Especially when his hands slid down her body to clasp the
cheeks of her arse pulling her into him, letting her feel his erection.
The front door suddenly slammed open and Mike barrelled in causing them
to jerk apart. 

"What are you doing back?" Daryl said stepping away from her. 

As Mike explained he had lost his bankcard, Grace took the opportunity
to run upstairs, her head was spinning. Ever since she had seen Daryl
she had wanted him, as she had gotten to know him and heard the moans
coming from his room when Tracey had stayed over she had wanted him
more. He was gorgeous, at 6'3" he towered over her even in her heels a
difficult thing to achieve since she was 5'9". He was incredibly
muscular and had black hair with blue eyes, one of her main weaknesses
when it came to men. 

As she undressed and pulled on her nightshirt, which was Daryl's old
shirt she wondered at his words and his actions, she had given up ages
ago that he would look at her the way she did him. So why had he kissed
her like that tonight, she sighed as she realised he was just being
nice and making her feel batter after what that cock had done and said,
plus coupled with the wine it was the only explanation she could come
up with. She sat down on her bed to pull off her socks. 

"Leave them on." His husky voice said making her jump. 

She looked up to see he was stood leaning against her doorframe, he
pushed away and walked slowly towards her. 

"Mike?" She asked 

"Gave him some money and kicked him back out. He'll be out all night." 

Grace swallowed at the thought of having the night alone with him. 

"So Gracie," he murmured as he walked. "Still not screamed yet?" 

Grace blushed as she remembered that night she had told him her
difficulty. She shook her head numbly as she felt herself getting wet
just from the look in his eye. 

"Well I can never turn away from a challenge." He said as he pressed her
back onto the bed and kissing her just as passionately as he had
earlier. He moved his lips down her neck and nipped gently at a spot
that sent a shock wave through her making her gasp. His hands slid over
her shoulders and down her sides brushing the sides of her breasts. 

He lifted his head and smiled at her gently as he softly cupped them and
slid his thumbs over her erect nipples, even through the material of
her shirt the sensations made her gasp and she could feel the tension
and the wetness growing. He bent his head and suckled first one then
the other onto his mouth. 

Grace cried out softly and slid her hands under his t-shirt aching to
feel his muscular chest. 

"No." He whispered capturing her hands and placing them back on the bed.
"Not until you scream. This is about you." 

His mouth plundered hers again his tongue whipping around hers as his
hands slowly undid button after button. When he reached the bottom his
raised his head and looked down at Grace gasping for breath he slowly
parted her shirt baring her breasts to his eyes. 

"You are so sexy." He groaned before leaning down and capturing a nipple
between his teeth. 

"Oh God!" Grace gasped as he bit it the shock of pleasure that arced
from her breast to her now aching clit. Se wanted nothing more than for
him to touch her there but he denied her that. 

He spent his time sucking and licking her nipples and running his hands
over her skin, each time he bit her or skimmed his hands over her
thighs she gasped and froze wanting more, but scared she wouldn't get
it. Finally he moved his lips down over her stomach until he reached
the barrier of her panties. Hooking his fingers in them he pulled them
down and off her legs in one swift movement, he knelt on the floor
between them and slid his hands up her thighs which parted easily for
him. 

Grace jerked when his thumbs grazed her outer lips playing with the hair
that was already soaked with her juices. He slowly parted them and
leaned in and dragged his tongue up her wet slit stopping just short of
her neglected clit. 

Grace groaned in frustration her hands fisting on the bed beside her,
she knew this feeling so well and she also knew she could get a lot
more excited but no more, no matter what was tried she just wouldn't
cum. Daryl chuckled and gently pressed the tip of his tongue to her
clit as he inserted a finger into her. Grace bucked as if electrocuted
at the sensations he was causing her. He set up a rhythm of thrusting
his finger in and out while varying his assault on her clit, he would
gently suck it, then bite, or he would roll his tongue around it before
pressing it firmly on the top. 

Grace's hips started to pump of their own accord as he added a second
finger. Her hands were now on her head as she couldn't concentrate on
anything but the amazing sensations he was causing. 

He paused in his motions and Grace almost screamed out in frustration.
But then he sucked her clit back into his mouth and assaulted it with a
combination of his teeth and tongue, as he did this he thrust his
fingers deep inside her turning then and hooking them. 

Grace screamed then as her first ever orgasm ripped through her body
causing it to buck wildly as her muscles spasmed around Daryl's
fingers. Instead of letting up Daryl increased his torment of her
drawing out every last drop of pleasure. 

Finally he stood up and pulled off his t-shirt and unbuttoned his jeans.
Grace's eyes widened as she took in his erect cock, it had to be at
least seven inches she had never had one this big before, she reached
out to touch it but he knocked her hands away. 

"Oh no." Daryl said pulling her up the bed and positioning himself
between her legs. "I told you, this is about you not me." He nipped her
neck again. 

"But I've already screamed." Grace gasped trying again to touch him. 

"Not enough." Daryl said capturing her hands and holding them above her
head. Dipping his head he flicked her nipples with his tongue and let
the tip of his cock brush against her pussy lips. 

Grace moaned and lifted her hips wanting more. 

"Tell me." Daryl whispered against her skin. 

"What?" Grace gasped moving under him. 

"Tell me what you want." 

"You." She whispered. 

"I need more." He said lifting his head and looking into her eyes 

Grace blushed, she had never been good at dirty talk. Daryl flexed his
hips pushing his cock against her. 

"Oh God I want your cock." She moaned lifting her hips hoping the motion
would allow him to slip inside her but he also lifted denying her. 

"What do you want?" Daryl whispered in her ear. 

"I want you to fuck me with your cock." Grace almost shouted. "Please
Daryl, please fuck me." 

"As you wish." He said and shoved his cock deep inside her in one swift
push, she was so wet it went in smoothly but she still cried out in
shock as her body stretched to accommodate him, closing her eyes
against the burst of pleasure. 

Daryl stilled and waited until Grace opened her eyes to look at him.
Holding her gaze he drew out of her slowly until only his tip remained,
before just as slowly sliding back in again. Grace moaned softly unable
to look away from his blue eyes. 

Daryl let go of her hands and lifted himself up on his arms as he pumped
his huge cock into her slowly time and time again. Grace wrapped her
legs around his hips pulling him in tighter to her, her hands gripped
his firm arse. 

"Oh God, yes fuck me." She gasped as Daryl increased his speed. Her eyes
widened as she felt the onrushing sensations, Daryl grinned and thrust
into her harder and harder until Grace threw back her head and screamed
at the intensity of her orgasm. It was so much more than her first one. 

She moaned when Daryl pulled out of her, but he turned her gently until
she was on all fours in front of him, she gasped when he parted her
legs and thrust back into her. She cried out when he leaned round and
started rubbing her clit, the sensations were too much they were almost
painful. 

"Not again, I can't." She whimpered. 

"Yes you can. Cum for me Gracie, cum for me." Daryl groaned as he worked
her clit harder. 

Grace's arms collapsed as another orgasm ripped through her, she had no
strength left to scream, she could only whimper softly as Daryl turned
her over and picked her up pushing her against the wall as he knelt
between her legs. 

"You are amazing." He said as he kissed her long and hard, Grace could
do no more than moan into his mouth as he impaled her on his still hard
cock. Her head dropped onto his shoulder when he released her lips and
started pumping into her hard and fast. 

Grace clenched her muscles hoping that would calm down the almost
painful pleasure she was feeling. 

"Fuck!" Daryl gasped as his rhythm faltered. Had she done that? Grace
squeezed him again experimentally and he gave a strangled gasp. She
smiled to find that she could drive him wild as well. She lifted her
head and whispered in his ear. 

"Cum for me baby, cum for me." And she rippled her muscles, all her
experimenting with feeling vibrators had given her control and she
worked him hard gasping as it also worked for her. 

"Not without you." Daryl groaned pumping harder now slamming her back
against the wall. 

Grace could see he was gritting his teeth holding back so she squeezed
him again tighter than she had before. 

Daryl let out a strangled scream of his own as he pumped his semen into
her forcefully, the sensation of the jet of come hitting her inner
walls suddenly set off another orgasm an Grace screamed louder than she
ever had. 

Daryl slid down and pulled Grace into his arms and covered them both
with her sheet. He had thought she would have been too wrapped up in
worrying if anything was happening to let it but she was so responsive
and that thing she did at the end with her muscles! 

"That was amazing." He gasped. "Why the Hell DG wouldn't be interested
in you I don't know. Oh well his loss is most certainly my gain." 

"Oh I think DG is interested in me now." Grace said smiling up at him. 

Daryl scowled. "I thought you said he wouldn't look twice at you." 

"I thought that but I know different now." She replied resting her head
on his chest. 

Daryl froze. "So this, this is all forgotten because this DG looks at
you?" 

Grace laughed and lifted her head. "You are so stupid Daryl Graysen."
She said watching him as he slowly figured it out. 

"But you said?" 

"No you said Dream Guy, I couldn't very well say ‘actually you're wrong
it's you' could I?" 

Daryl chuckled relieved. "No I guess not and you were wrong. DG always
had his eye on you. I was right by the way." 

"About what?" Grace asked sleepily. 

"About you obviously needed the right person to teach you how to
scream." 

Grace laughed softly as she drifted into sleep, yes he was right but
tonight was the first time he had screamed as well and in the morning
she was going to make him do it again, her way.

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Good Things Come….

admin — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 14:45:10 +0000

The house was in darkness when Jerry unlocked the door and stepped
inside. It was a little after 10PM but certainly not unusual because it
had always been this way. MJ worked almost every weekend since she took
him in a little over seven years ago. 

MJ - or Auntie Marg as his mom had told him to call her years ago, was
not really a relative but as close as you could get without being
blood. She had been his mother's best friend for as long as he could
remember. She had been thirty-three years of age when his parents and
younger sister had been killed in a car crash. Jerry had been fourteen
and it only seemed natural when she took him under her wing and had him
move in with her. That was the one big problem when only children marry
each other - no extended families to fall back on. 

MJ's apartment had been small so it was a big help when all the legal
shenanigans over the estate had been concluded, they were able to move
back into Jerry's family home. Thanks to his father's position and
foresight not to mention his parents' life insurance, there would be a
generous monthly allowance for Jerry, with a hefty payment at eighteen
and the final disbursement when he turned twenty-one. It had proved a
blessing for MJ as well. Not having to pay an outlandish rent was a
plus, as was the proximity to the hospital where she worked as an ER
nurse. 

It was also a disadvantage to her at times. When her dates would come to
pick her up, they were always turned off by the fact she had been
‘saddled with a kid' and usually beat the feet after a few times out.
The last guy she brought over was decent enough and treated Jerry with
respect and even tried to include him in whatever they were doing. MJ
had been both mortified and devastated when a woman had approached them
in a restaurant one evening and made a big scene. Unbeknownst to MJ, it
had been the wife and her date had been cheating with no intention of
leaving. The crushing blow came when he hissed at his wife that MJ was
just for kicks and that she meant nothing to him. Jerry remembered her
coming home in tears and flopping onto the sofa, holding him and crying
her heart out. It was the last night that she had mentioned going on a
date or mentioned any guys at all. It remained that way to the point of
when he'd ask her about prospects she'd rapidly change the subject. 

He had been sixteen then and even though he knew her heart was broken,
her perfume had been intoxicating and her body pressed up against his
caused him to pop a hard on. Since that night, she stopped being
anything other that the object of a romantic, albeit lustful,
obsession. He had spent a lot of time fantasizing about her and often
found it was her face he'd imagine on the pages of the magazines he
leafed through while he stroked himself. If he knew he was alone, he
often said her name as he was cumming. 

He began taking every opportunity to try to observe her in various
stages of undress. However, MJ had always been very careful to have a
robe on and made sure her bedroom door was closed before she changed
and Jerry always knocked and waited for a response before entering her
room. He was, if nothing else, a gentleman. 

The best had been the summer he had turned eighteen. A portion of the
estate had been released to him and, after some discussion, had a
swimming pool installed in the back yard. The first time they had used
it together, Jerry had been lying face down on a chaise when MJ walked
out onto the deck. She had been wearing a Speedo and Jerry finally got
a real good look at her body. Her legs were long and shapely, her hips
flared just enough to give her a nice hourglass figure and her breasts
were amazing orbs with just a hint of nipple pushing through the flimsy
material. Her mousy blonde hair looked tousled - and she had a ‘just
got fucked' look on her face. As she dropped her towel and walked to
the diving board, Jerry had stared at her delectable bum swaying with
each step. He was sporting such an enormous erection and he had to wait
until she dove underwater before he even attempted to get off the
lounger. Amazing for a woman of thirty-seven, he thought. 

That night as he lay in bed unable to sleep and thinking about MJ's
gorgeous body, he heard a slight moan drift through the wall. MJ's room
was right beside his and he strained an ear to see if it was her TV or
if she was ill. He heard it again and this time he got up and placed
his ear to the wall. MJ was moaning alright but not from any illness he
knew of. The moans were the kind the girls he'd watched on the internet
made as they were being fingered and fucked. MJ's, he thought, were
much softer and much more erotic to his young ear.

In no time, Jerry was stroking his hard cock with his ear pressed
against the wall as he listed to MJ's most intimate moans and sighs.
Imagining he was in bed with her, making passionate love to her, his
timing was almost perfect as he shot a massive amount of cum onto the
floor just as MJ's moans reached their apex. Unable to move, he heard
the slide of a drawer being opened and closed and, after all was quiet,
crept back to bed.

Jerry awoke the next morning to MJ's tapping on his bedroom door.

"Come on sleepy-head." She was more chipper than usual. "I have to run a
few errands. You want to come along?"

"I have to study for a test on Monday," he lied. "Would you mind if I
stayed home?"

MJ walked in to his room and smiled.

"Are you feeling alright?" She quipped. "Studying? On a Saturday?"

She bent down to touch his forehead with her lips and Jerry got an
eyeful. MJ wasn't wearing a bra and her shirt gaped affording him the
most wonderful view of her tits dangling right before his eyes.

"No," she frowned. "No fever." She stood up and smiled down at him.
"Then you better get up and get your carcass out of bed, young man."

She turned and Jerry was sure his heart skipped a beat as he watched her
tits bounce. She turned as she got to the door.

"I'll be about an hour. Is there anything you want?" After assuring MJ
he was fine, she left him to his own devices and he soon heard the
front door close.

Jerry got up and peered out the window of the spare room just to make
sure. He rushed to the door of MJ's room and went inside. Looking
around, it had been ages since he had been there, he was mildly
surprised at how sensual everything was. Soft hues adorned the walls
with plenty of pillows and faux-fur rugs on the floor. He crept over to
her bedside table and slid open the drawer. Reaching in, he extracted
several ‘toys'. There were two different types of vibrators and two
very different fake cocks. Setting them on the bed, he looked further
and found a few odd clips with wires running to some sort of hand
controllers. Turning one on, he jumped at the buzz that sounded at the
other end and a smile appeared on his lips. He knew why she was so
happy this morning.

For the next three years, Jerry lived in an atmosphere of a sexual
frustration that MJ, it appeared, was blissfully unaware. Oh, he had
dates and even went steady with a few, but in Jerry's eyes, they all
paled by comparison to MJ. He did, for the most part, consider them
practice for the real-deal!

Jerry had a towel wrapped around his waist and stepped out of the
bathroom just as MJ was hurrying past towards her room. She jumped at
his sudden appearance and then started to laugh.

"Way to go, Jer." She scolded. "Give me a heart attack."

"Oh, uh, sorry MJ." He saw she was carrying a shopping bag. "Whatcha got
there?" It was a soft pink bag emblazoned with her favorite adult
shop's logo and Jerry knew exactly what was in it. Ever since his
discovery of ‘toys' in her bedside table, he had kept tabs on her
growing collection.

"Oh, just some girlie lingerie," Jerry noticed her face turn a shade of
red. "Just in case, you know? A girl has to be ready." She rapidly
changed the subject as she stepped past him.

"What about you?" she called over her shoulder. "I thought you were
going for beers with the guys from work?" Jerry had been working with a
landscaping company for the last few months and it had done wonders for
him both mentally as well as physically. He had gone from a pudgy
fourteen year old to a very buff hunk, as MJ often called him now, with
an incredible golden tan.

"Aww, they were just interested in getting hammered so I shut it down
early." He opened his bedroom door and laughed. "I wasn't going to get
stuck like last time being the company chauffeur."

MJ laughed as she recalled him coming in well after 4AM, cursing up a
storm because he had been conned into driving his crew home. Not that
he minded, but they had him running back and forth across the city for
over two hours and a half a tank of gas. Her laughter became muffled as
she softly closed her bedroom door.

As Jerry was dragging on a well worn pair of scrub pants that MJ had
brought home for him, he heard MJ rustling around in her room. Soon
there were the familiar soft moans emanating through the wall and, once
again, Jerry found himself picturing her underneath him. His body soon
began to respond to the sounds and the images that were playing in his
head. He reached for his swelling member but suddenly stopped himself.
Perhaps it was the two beers he had consumed or, perhaps the
culmination of years of frustration, but whatever it was, Jerry was
knocking on MJ's door.

"Wha - what is it, Jerry?" She sounded sexily breathless.

"I need to talk to you, MJ." His voice was soft yet there was a definite
air of authority in it.

"Can it wait until morning?" She sounded almost desperate.

"Not really." He had no plan of action, quite frankly, he had no idea
why he was even doing this. "I need to speak with you now, please."

MJ opened the door, her face flushed. She was gripping the light robe
that was covering her nakedness. Jerry noticed that her eyes glittered
in the light.

"What's so important that it couldn't wait unti..." MJ's query was cut
short when Jerry gripped her arm and pulled her into the hallway, and
dragging - half leading her to the living room. He gently directed her
to the couch and let her sit down. She had lost her battle with her
robe during the rush from her room, but managed to grip the opening at
the waist before she flashed too much skin. Jerry sat across from her
on the edge of the coffee table. He reached out and took hold of her
free hand.

"I know what you bought and I know what you were doing!" He blurted out.
He saw shock give way to embarrassment as it dawned on MJ what he was
talking about. "I've known for years." He watched as she struggled for
words but rather than waiting, continued.

"MJ, neither one of us expected our lives to turn out the way they
have." He was much softer this time. "I didn't expect to lose my family
and you certainly didn't expect to be saddled with a teenager to
raise."

"Oh, Jerry," she tried to smile. "It's just the way it is."

Jerry waved away her comment.

"I watched you put your life on hold for me. I know you wanted to meet a
guy and get on with things, but you gave that notion up for me and I'll
always be grateful." Her hand felt like a hot iron on his cheek. "I
also know that your sex life has come down to a few minutes with a toy
late at night, when you think I'm asleep." MJ's face turned crimson as
she realized he could hear everything.

"I'm a healthy woman, Jerry," she countered. "I have needs and wants
too." The nurse appeared. "Masturbation is normal."

"I know." He stared into her eyes. "I do it too." He saw her blank look
and clarified. "I do it when I'm listening to you." He saw his words
finally register and she opened her mouth to speak, but no words came.
"MJ, you are a beautiful, sexy woman."

"I'm forty years old, Jerry." She scoffed. "There's nothing sexy about
that."

Jerry reached out and gently touched her cheek and felt her press
against his palm.

"There's everything sexy about that." He slipped off the coffee table,
onto his knees, and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Jerry, please don't." Her voice was soft, just barely a whisper. He
kissed her again and she responded slightly. "You have a great
imagination, but what you see in your mind really isn't what I've got
as far as a body goes."

Jerry stood up and held out his hand. MJ looked at him questioningly.

"Please," he motioned with his outstretched hand. "Stand up."

MJ obediently rose to her feet. She held her breath, waiting to see what
was going to happen next. He gently cupped her face in his hands.

"Have I ever been disrespectful?" He felt her shake her head. "And you
know I would never do anything to make you feel bad about yourself or
about me, right?" Again she shook her head. Jerry bowed in and kissed
her softly on the lips. "And you know that I love you, don't you?"

MJ wasn't sure where this was heading, but didn't want it to stop. It
had been, literally, years since she had a man treat her with such
sincerity and kind honesty. Her entire being was in conflict. Jerry had
been her charge for the last seven and a half years and she had watched
him grow from a chubby prepubescent teenager to the man that was before
her. She only hoped the situation wouldn't get out of control and leave
behind broken hearts and resentment.

Jerry slid his hands from her face down her neck to her shoulders,
pushing the fabric of her robe over her skin until it fell with a soft
rustle to the floor. MJ closed her eyes and waited for his snicker.
Instead she heard his sharp intake of breath.

He feasted his eyes on the body that, up to that point, he had only seen
in a Speedo and fantasized about. Her breasts were grapefruit sized and
just beginning to slightly sag, with soft pink nipples that looked like
they were aching to be licked and sucked. Her body was toned but not
all muscular and tight, there was a layer of feminine softness to it.
He looked down at MJ's pubic mound and saw her bush had been neatly
trimmed. He thought MJ was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen,
bar none. He felt his cock getting hard and pushed his scrubs down and
kicked them off. Jerry gently touched her arms.

"I want you to see what you do to me, MJ." He watched closely as MJ
opened her eyes and saw them open even wider when she surveyed his
hardness pointing directly at her.

"Jerry, this is wrong on so many levels." The words were right, but the
conviction was lacking and Jerry jumped on it. He reached out and
cradled a breast in his hand and let his thumb graze over her hardening
nipple.

"What's wrong here, MJ, is the fact that you're starving for a man to
touch you." He took a step closer to her. "You want to have a man in
your bed. Why else would you spend your money on vibrators and fake
cocks?" He leaned in and kissed her again, this time letting his tongue
graze across her lips. "Wouldn't you like to have a warm body to curl
up to? A strong set of arms to hold you?" He kissed her again and was
pleasantly surprised when her tongue slid against his. He slid his arms
around her back and drew her to him, feeling her tits flatten against
his chest and knowing she could feel his cock, in all its glory,
sandwiched between them.

"Wouldn't you like to feel the weight of a man on top of you as he
slides his hard cock into your pussy?"

"But I'm old enough to be your mother." She whispered, but her hands
were travelling up and down his back and gripping his ass as she
argued. Jerry let his hands travel down until he was cupping her ass as
well.

"But you're not my mother." He hissed. "You were a friend of my mothers
that I've wanted ever since you cried on my shoulder over
‘what's-his-name'," he released her ass with one hand and used it under
her chin to raise her gaze. "That guy who ended up being married." He
saw a look of astonishment cross over her face.

"That's a long time to be carrying a torch." Jerry thought he detected
tears.

"That night you became very special to me." He kissed her forehead. "I
think that really is the night that I fell in love with you." He kissed
her again, afraid she would argue again. "I want to give you something
very special."

Jerry took her hand in his and brought it to his cock. He closed his
hand over hers, forcing it to encircle the shaft and began to stroke it
slowly up and down. After a few seconds, he removed his hand and MJ
continued on her own accord. Her face, he noticed, had a pleasant,
far-away look on it. Jerry kissed her with more passion and aggression
than he expected to and felt her tongue battle with his, He let his
free hand trace its way from her tits down to her pussy. Finding her
clit, he pressed his fingers against it and began a slow, methodical
circular motion. She moaned hard into his mouth.

Jerry pushed MJ firmly, yet gently back until her knees buckled and she
slumped down onto the couch. He crawled over her and bent his head to
her tit and sucked her nipple into his mouth. MJ threw her arms around
his head and held him tighter as she groaned with pleasure. He pressed
his hand gently against the soft warmth of her torso and slowly slid it
downwards. He felt her breathing quicken with anticipation as his
fingers began to slither through her pubic hair. He felt her leg
attempt to close, shutting off his access but his knee was in the way.

"Jerry, I," MJ paused as if trying to sort her jumbled, conflicting
thoughts into cohesion. Taking the opportunity Jerry cupped his hand
and pressed it firmly against MJ's unsatisfied pussy and slowly rubbed
over the slit.

"Ohhhhhhh," Jerry felt her arms squeeze tighter. Her pussy, already
moistened from her disrupted tryst with her new toy, seeped some more
of its juices onto his hand.

He began a gentle circular motion as he worked his head free of MJ's
clutches. He was able, finally to really look at her face as her
pleasure grew. She was, he thought, so beautiful. He always had - but
like this, naked and open to him, she seemed to him a goddess. He
watched her facial expressions change from concentration to relief as
he continued smoothing the lips of her pussy. He brought his face down
to hers and kissed her softly on the lips. MJ's mouth opened and let
her tongue loll so that mutual caresses could occur.

Jerry clamped his mouth down hard as he slid a finger inside MJ's
sopping pussy. She groaned loudly into his mouth and as he see-sawed
his finger in and out of her, felt her begin to buck her pelvis in
response. MJ twisted her head away from his.

"I've misssssssedd thisssss!" She panted in his ear. She groaned again
as Jerry pressed his thumb down on her clit and began to massage it.

She grabbed him by the hair on the sides of his head and pulled him so
she could stare at him looking at him as though searching for some
greater meaning. Jerry saw the conflicting feelings behind her lust
filled eyes.

"I've wanted this for years MJ" he breathed. "Wanted to give back what
you gave up for me."

He thought, for a moment, that she was going to say something but
instead she gripped his hardness and guided him. Letting himself be
led, he felt the first sign that his dream was finally coming true as
MJ rand the head of his cock all over her pussy, wetting it with her
secretions. Jerry thought he would go out of his mind with the
intensity. MJ finally had it where she wanted it to be.

"Just be gentle, baby." She breathed.

Jerry tried to restrain himself and with each thrust a sigh of release
or a moan of appreciation escaped MJ's throat. Her pussy was so hot and
slick. It seemed to grip him and suck him deeper and deeper until he
felt his pelvis connect with hers. He looked down and saw MJ's mouth
hanging open, her eyelids fluttering.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

"I'm more than OK, baby." He had never heard MJ sound so euphoric. He
slowly withdrew his cock and began the slow insertion process again. MJ
groaned again and Jerry felt her hands grip his ass and pull him
towards her. Again, he slowly bottomed out and began an agonizingly
slow withdrawl. MJ began a sort of whine and began twitching her ass
and pussy.

"Oh, Jerry please." She looked as though she was in some sort of pain.
"Please just fuck me...HAAARRRRDDDDD!"

She screamed as Jerry summoned himself up and drove his cock into her as
hard as he could.

"Yes" she cried. Yes, yes, yes!" Over and over she babbled as Jerry
drove into her with a force he was sure would damage her.

"Oh, fuck me lover." She wailed. "Fuck me as hard as you want."

She continued her vocal barrage as Jerry slammed in and out of MJ and he
found that added to his own level of excitement. They kissed so hard
that he found his lips were feeling quite battered and bruised. He
pawed at her tits and mauled her nipples, following her directions to
pinch and twist them as their excitement built. He felt that he
couldn't suck enough of her tit into his mouth when all he wanted to do
was devour her. He felt her fingernails lodge into the flesh on his
back and scrape away towards the sides. All this was worth it, he
thought, as he fucked the woman of his dreams.

"I'm going to cum, baby." She hissed. "Oh, fuck. I'm going
to...I'mmmmmmm cuuuuuuuummmmmmiiiiinnnngggggggg!"

MJ stiffened as her orgasm washed over her, her back arching her pussy
towards her assailant, to be suspended to be pummeled by the invading
cock. Jerry was on the brink as well, but perhaps it was seeing MJ's
tits shake like two bowls of jello that pushed him over the edge. With
a final thrust, all of his pent up frustrations and desires burst forth
as jet after jet of hot seed splashed deep into MJ's hungry pussy. He
managed to slam his cock into her a few more times just to draw out his
own orgasm, grunting as he did, until he finally collapsed on top of
his caretaker sucking air into his lungs. He felt her hands run through
his hair.

"Oh Jerry," she whispered. "What have we done?"

Jerry planted kisses on her available breast and ran his tongue across
her nipple.

"I believe some would say we made love." He wanted to lighten her mood
somewhat.

"I'm your guardian, though. This should never have happened." Jerry was
very thankful it had. "Hell, we've been together since you were
fourteen." When Jerry looked, there were tears in her eyes.

"I'm not fourteen now." He smiled. "I'm going to be twenty-two in a
couple of months." MJ began to protest but he cut her off. "We're still
together, aren't we? You could've moved back out once I hit eighteen,
but you didn't." He kissed her tenderly again and then shifted slightly
to kiss the tears from her eyes. "Look, MJ, like I said, you made
sacrifices so I could have stability when I really needed it. You
stopped dating when that prick fucked you over and for the last few
years resorted to using toys so I know you miss sex. You're not my
mother and I've loved you," he saw the beginnings of a smile, "really
loved you, as a beautiful woman, for years."

"Jerry, I'm old and..." MJ was blushing at his frankness and sincerity.

"And I'm old enough to know what I want. And what I want is you!" he
said with finality. "Besides, you are damned sexy!"

They both laughed as Jerry's soft dick slipped out of MJ's pussy with an
audible ‘plop'. Standing, Jerry held out his hand to MJ which she took
and followed his lead. In silence, he led her down the hall to the
bathroom and, without a word, began to fill the bathtub. While they
waited, Jerry held her and let his hands wander, unhindered, over her
body. He kissed her gently and felt her soft lips as she kissed his
hands and shoulders and neck until she reached his lips and he felt her
tongue push gently inside.

Turning off the water, he stepped one foot into the tub and again, held
out his hand. MJ once again followed him and soon they were both
reclining in the warm embrace of the water, Jerry thoroughly enjoying
the feeling of MJ's tits pressing against his chest and her pussy
brushing his thigh.

"You know," he paused and kissed her forehead. "When I'd hear you at
night, I used to beat-off fantasizing that I was with you - fucking
you."

Jerry couldn't see her face but definitely heard her reply.

"That's funny, I used to fantasize that it was you who was fucking me
too."

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Life Isn’t Always Fair. (Part 2)

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We talked about bigamists and wondered how they thought they could get
away with it, and for how long.  Sooner or later they surely are found
out.  I guess what pissed me off so much about Derek was that he had
fooled two really nice women. The situation would have an affect on his
kids too.
My phone rang right after I got home.
"I got a call from Sarah.  She told me about Derek.  Apparently Dorothy
had told him to call Sarah the minute they got home," my sister said as
soon as I answered.
"Do you want me to go with you to see her, Sherry?"
"No, she's at her parents now with Angel.  I told her I would talk with
her tomorrow.  Damn that bastard.  I knew he wasn't any good.  Sarah
told me that it was you who had seen him on the cruise.  Do you want to
tell me about it?" asked Sherry.
"I'll tell you what, sis. You supply the beer and I'll come over. Then
I'll tell you what I found out.  You can relay it to Sarah tomorrow if
you want."
"Sounds good Jim, see you in a little bit."
As soon as I hung up the phone it rang again.  I answered and it was
Dorothy.  I could tell by her voice that she had been crying.
"Jim, it's Dorothy.  I don't know what to say.  I honestly didn't know
anything about that stuff with Derek.  The reason I called is because
I'm too ashamed and mad to talk to Sarah, but I need someone to pass on
a bit of information to her."
Is that asshole husband of yours there?" I asked.
"No, he went to his parent's house.  I told him I didn't want him near
me till I had some time to think."
"His parents?  We were told he was an orphan.  I guess he lied about
everything."
"Orphan?  No, he has wonderful parents, and a brother and sister that
are like family to me.  That's why I'm calling.  You see, I was an
orphan and they are all I have.  For the last ten years they have been
my family. That makes this even harder.
"If I divorce him or he goes to jail, I don't know what I'm going to do.
 We'll be talking to a lawyer tomorrow.  I know everyone hates Derek
and would love to see him sent away.  I just want them to realize that
they will be hurting several people. I know he lied and hurt everyone,
especially Sarah.  All I ask is that they give a little thought to our
family as well."
"Look Dorothy, you seem like a very nice person. But Derek is a bigamist

and an asshole.  What about his daughter with Sarah?  What about her

life?" 

"He told me Sarah didn't want him in her daughter's life.  I can

understand that, but I don't know what the courts will do.  All I ask

is that you pass along this information for me.  I don't know anyone

else to ask." 

"Okay, I'll do it.  I won't make any promises because I really don't

give a shit what happens to Derek.  I do feel sorry for you and your

kids for what he's putting you through.  Take care Dorothy and good

luck." 

Damn, here I was involved again.  I decided to give the information to

Sherry and let the pieces fall where they may. I explained to Sherry

and Brad about Dorothy being pregnant and her calling me.  Sherry was

sensitive to what Dorothy said, but agreed to share the information

with Sarah and her parents. 

I was confused about whether I should go see Sarah.  The last time I

kissed her and she asked me to leave.  She must not have mentioned it

to Sherry, since Sherry hadn't brought it up. 

**** 

A couple of days later, my dad asked if I would start a special project

for him.  He had a new crew starting up in the Toledo, Ohio area and

wanted me to show them the ropes on how our construction business

operated.  I would be away for about three weeks. 

"Jim, it's important to get this crew started off properly.  There is no

one I trust more than you to do this job," said dad. 

"Does this have anything to do with Sarah's situation, dad?" 

"Yes, I won't lie to you.  I meant it when I said I wanted you to do the

training. But I heard that Derek is coming to town to settle this

bigamist situation.  You haven't hidden your feelings toward Sarah very

well.  You kind of wear your heart on your sleeve when she's around.

I'm worried about what might happen if you and Derek cross paths." 

"Dad, I'm a grown man.  I wouldn't do anything to harm Sarah, you know

that." 

"Son, Sarah has her family and your sister by her side right now.  Let

them worry about this Derek fellow and the court case.  The last thing

Sarah needs right now is more conflict in her life.  Go do this job.

By the time you get back, things might have settled some." 

"Okay Dad, I'll go get the new crew in shape.  If you see Sarah, let her

know I'm thinking about her and Angel." 

"Will do," dad replied. 

I called home a few times in the three weeks I was gone.  Sherry told me

the judge listened to both sides.  Derek had his wife and his parents

in the courtroom.  As far as she could tell, Dorothy was going to take

Derek back if he didn't go to jail 

The judge ruled in favor of Sarah, immediately annulling her marriage

saying it wasn't legal since Derek already had a wife.  After listening

to Dorothy, and then Derek's parents, he was put on five years

probation on the bigamist charge.  If he was arrested for any felony he

would be put in jail to serve out his sentence.  The judge believed it

would benefit everyone if Derek worked and supported his family as well

as pay child support to Sarah. 

He was to pay a hundred and fifty dollars a week for the support of

Angel.  Sarah said she didn't care about the money, just didn't want

Derek in Angel's life.  The judge ruled that he had a right to see his

daughter, but Derek told Sarah he would honor her wishes.  He would pay

the child support due to court orders.  Sarah only had his word. To

her, that was useless.  There was no binding document keeping him away. 

Sarah knew that I went away for a few weeks.  Soon after I got back, she

came over to see me, bringing Angel with her.  I was sitting on the

porch when I saw her. Smiling, I got up and gave her a hug. 

"Sarah, I'm so sorry for everything.  I wish there was something that I

could have done.  I was hoping you would still talk to me." 

"Jim, why wouldn't I talk to you?  You're one of my best friends." 

"Well, you asked me to leave after I kissed you. I need to apologize

again for that.  I had no right.  Then all this shit with Derek, and I

was the one who caught him." 

"Jim, if it wasn't for you I would be still living a lie.  As far as the

kiss went, I was just surprised.  I care for you, but I was a married

woman and shouldn't have allowed my feelings to show." 

"Does that mean we're still friends?" I asked. 

"Of course, silly. We'll always be friends." 

I invited her inside for a beverage while she told me everything that

went on in court.  She said she had no feelings at all toward Derek.

All she wanted was him out of her life. That's when she spotted the

little shirt I had bought on the cruise. 

"What's this?" she asked. 

"Your cruise souvenirs.  I figured you wouldn't want them after all the

crap that happened." 

She picked up the little shirt that said, ‘I love my Mommy'.  "I love

it, Jim. Of course I want Angel to have it." 

She then saw a small package.  "That one's for you, if you want it," I

said. 

She opened it and saw the necklace.  It was a gold heart with a small

diamond in it, on a gold chain. 

"It's beautiful, Jim.  You do realize that as a married woman I couldn't

have accepted it.  This is much too expensive and personal." 

"You're not married now.  Is there any reason you can't accept it?" 

Sarah got up, came over to me and kissed me.  Not a powerful or

overpowering one, but a light gentle one.  "No reason I can think of.

Thank you, Jim. You're the most wonderful and considerate man I know." 

I didn't want to push being closer since she had been going through hell

lately.  Deep down I wanted more, but I was happy to be her friend

again. I was hoping I had time on my side. 

Over the next couple of months, we saw each other a few times a week.

She came to all family outings.  I did the same for celebrations and

events in her family.  No one ever pushed us or asked questions. 

One day I got a call from Sherry.  She told me she was pregnant and

asked if Sarah and I would go out to dinner and celebrate with them.

It was really a happy occasion for all of us. 

The following week was mom and dad's anniversary.  We all attended the

party, including June and Bob Johnson, Sarah's parents. 

"Why haven't you gotten closer to Sarah?" Sherry asked me in private. 

"I'm not sure if she feels as strongly about me as I do about her.

Besides, she may not want to jump right back into a marriage," I

replied. 

"Jim, she's crazy about you and always has been.  She was a faithful

wife to Derek but I know she has always had a place for you in your

heart.  You treat her more like a sister than a girlfriend. Why?" 

"What if I ask her to marry me or make a pass at her and she rejects me?

 Then I might lose the friendship we have.  I don't know if I'm ready

to chance that yet." 

"Jim, you have never had trouble with women..." 

"I've never felt this way about other women.  I'm almost scared." 

"Sarah's my best friend; she always has been.  Believe me Jim, she's

waiting for you to commit.  Don't forget she knows about your past

also.  You've dated quite a lot of women; maybe Sarah's a little

nervous too." 

During the evening I had a private talk with the Johnson's concerning

Sarah and me.  I wanted to take our relationship to the next level but

wanted to know how they felt. I asked them to keep our talk a secret

and not tell Sarah.  I had a few other people I needed to talk to and

situations to straighten out.  When I told my parents how I felt about

Sarah, they said it wasn't a surprise and wished me the best. 

At the end of the party, I talked with Sarah and Sherry.  I suggested

that we  all go to the beach the following week.  I told them I wanted

to see Sarah in a bathing suit.  For months she had been exercising,

saying she finally got her figure back. Sherry said there was no way

that she was going to put on a bathing suit and show off her big belly.

 We convinced her to at least go in shorts.  Sarah reminded me we would

need umbrellas because of her light skin. 

It was fun playing in the sand with Angel.  Looking at Sarah in a two

piece suit sure wasn't hard on the eyes.  It was a really hot day and

we took turns going into the river to cool off.   That way someone was

always watching Angel. Sherry said she didn't care if she got her

shorts and blouse wet, she just wanted to cool off also.  We had a

great time, and I know I'm repeating myself, but Sarah really did look

good. 

When I took Sarah and Angel back home, she asked me to come in. 

"There's something  I would like to talk about.  Let me put Angel to bed

first.  She had a really busy day. Why don't you get a beer, and I'll

be right back." 

"Thanks, Sarah," I said, then got a beer and waited on the sofa. 

"That's better. Well, Jim, I'm thinking of moving. My lease is up in

three months, and I feel funny about my parents still helping pay the

rent," she said when she walked back into the room. 

"Angel and I can find a smaller place.  I wanted to tell you since I

won't be living as close as we do now.  But I really need to find

something more affordable," said Sarah.  "Mom and dad said we could

move back in with them, but I don't want to do that." 

I stared at Sarah and she looked at me. "What Jim?  What are you

thinking?" 

"You can move in with me.  You won't have to pay rent and we can see

each other all the time," I replied. 

"I don't think my parents would exactly approve of that living

situation—" 

"Yes they would," I said, cutting her off. 

"And how would you know that?" She laughed, as if I was joking. 

"I asked them last week at my parent's party." 

"You what?  You asked my parents if it was all right for me to move in

with you?, They said it would be okay?" 

"Well, not exactly. One of the conditions was that we get married." 

"Jim, what are you talking about?  Did you ask my parents if they had

any problems with you marring me?  Is that what you're saying?" 

"That pretty much covers it.  The other condition is that they want you

to have a church wedding so they can give you away properly.  I had to

agree with that also." 

"Since you haven't even asked me is there more I should know?" asked

Sarah. 

I wasn't sure at this point exactly how well this was going.  I didn't

know if she was mad, confused or teasing me. 

"Yes, there is something really big I have to tell you about.  It all

depends on whether you marry me. I need to make it perfectly clear," I

said. 

"Okay Jim, I'm all ears," replied Sarah. 

"I called Derek the other day.  Before you get too mad, here was our

conversation." 

Dorothy answered the phone.  "Hello Dorothy, this is Jim Johnson.  I'd

like to talk to Derek please." 

"Why are you calling here?  Derek has been making his payments and held

up his side not to go see Sarah or her daughter." 

"Just put him on. You can stay on the extension if you like." 

"What the hell do you want?" asked Derek when he came on the line. 

"I have a proposition for you.  I talked to a judge and I want to send

you a legal form that you will give up all parental rights for Angel.

You will be removed from her birth certificate as her father." 

"Why would I want to do such a thing," asked Derek. 

"Because you would no longer have any connection to this family, and

would no longer have to pay child support for her.  You see, I'm going

to ask Sarah to marry me, and I want to adopt Angel," I replied. 

"What if I don't sign it?" 

"To be honest with you Derek, you don't want to go there." 

Dorothy knew what I was talking about, I figured.  Besides, she didn't

want Derek to have any connection to Sarah or Angel. 

"Jim, send us the form.  I promise you he'll sign it," said Dorothy. 

I heard Derek hang up.  Dorothy went on to say, "Jim, I know he'll sign

it.  I want this to be over with.  It's been one long nightmare for all

of us.  I do wish you, Sarah and Angel the best life has to offer." 

"Don't forget Dorothy.  This is all moot if Sarah doesn't want to marry

me." 

"She would be crazy not to want to marry you.  I saw her and she is a

beautiful woman, and far from crazy.  Hopefully, this will be the last

contact we have with you. Good luck." 

I looked over at Sarah.  "Well Sarah, now it's all up to you,  Will you

marry me and let me adopt Angel as my own daughter?" 

Sarah had tears streaming down her cheeks.  "Of course I'll marry you,

you big galoot," she said as she came over and gave me a real kiss. 

"What would have happened if I said no?" she asked between kisses. 

"I would have  had to kill my sister and your best friend.  She promised

me that you would say yes." 

"I knew I always told her too much, but this time I'm sure glad I did." 

Our kisses became more passionate.  "Sarah, may I make love to you,

right here, right now? 

"God yes, I have wanted you so badly." 

We went into her bedroom and made love.  It wasn't sex; that's what I

used to do with other women.  With Sarah, it was love.  I took my time

and did everything I could think of to keep her in a constant state of

orgasm. 

I realized that the better I made her feel, the better I felt.  Talk

about a heart going ping. Mine felt like it was playing ping pong.  I

ended up spending the night and woke up with Sarah cuddled up to me. 

**** 

After we announced our engagement, Sarah, Sherry and Mrs. Johnson

planned the wedding.  I remember Sherry saying she would be walking

down the aisle as a bridesmaid with a pregnant belly.  Sarah,

remembering she was pregnant at Sherry's wedding, grinned, then told

her welcome to the club. 

Life was going along fine, and I saw Sarah and Angel as much as

possible.  The papers came back from Dorothy, as promised.  As soon as

we were married, Angel would be my daughter. 

The wedding was wonderful.  Sarah wasn't sure whether to wear a white

dress since she had the annulment.  I told her it was completely up to

her.  We got married in a small church with Sherry and Brad standing up

with us. 

Sarah's dad looked so proud with her on his arm.  She walked down the

aisle in a very light blue wedding dress.  With her red hair, she had

to be the most stunning and beautiful woman I ever saw. 

After we said our vows, we headed to the lodge for a grand reception.

Since dad and Mr. Johnson were both business owners, they invited most

of their employees, close customers, and friends.  The Johnsons had

gotten their wish to give their daughter a wedding to remember. 

After the reception, Sarah and I flew down to Florida to go on our

cruise.  I wanted to keep my promise to her.  It was great to be with

someone you loved.  We missed a number of meals due to sleeping in from

making love every night. 

When going to the pool side, she was the only one I cared to watch.

It's funny when I think about it.  All the beautiful women lying around

the pool nearly naked and I only had eyes for one. 

After our return home, we began our new life together.  When she went to

work at the store, she took Angel with her.  Some days my mom would ask

to watch her.  She was such a happy and beautiful little girl. Everyone

around me said I seemed like a much happier man.  I guess marriage

agreed with me. 

One morning at work I got a call to the office.  It was Sherry. She told

me her water had broke and she needed me to take her to the hospital.

We rushed to the emergency room and she was admitted to obstetrics.  I

was familiar with it because that's where I took Sarah when she had

Angel. 

Sherry had contacted Brad from the office and told him to stop by the

house and pick up her suitcase.  He was calling his family to let them

know. That meant I was with Sherry when the nurse arrived.  It was the

same one that took care of Sarah when I brought her in.  She gave me

the dirtiest look.  I think she believed I was having an affair with

Sarah back then. 

I looked at her name tag; it read Madge.  "Look Madge, the woman I

brought last time was a friend.  At the time her husband wasn't able to

bring her here so I brought her in." 

I didn't know why I was explaining anything to this nurse.  I guess I

just didn't want to give her the wrong idea of me. 

"So, this is you wife?" asked Madge. 

"No, this is my little sister.  Well, she's not so little anymore," I

said and smiled.  Madge didn't find it funny at all. 

I was so happy to see Brad show up.  The rest of the family all got

there within the hour.  Sarah came a few minutes later.  We all waited

in the lobby. 

Would you believe nurse Madge happened to walk by right when I kissed

Sarah.  I got a nasty look  this time.  Then I realized I had forgotten

to mention Sarah and I were now married.  We both had a good laugh over

it. Our situation might seem odd to others, but we didn't care. We were

in love. 

Epilogue: 

About three months after our wedding, Sarah had a surprise for me. 

"I'm pregnant," she said, looking straight at me. 

"I thought you were on the pill?" 

"I stopped taking it on our wedding day.  Are you mad at me?" she asked.

"God no, I love you with all my heart.  I'm just surprised.  Do you know

if it's a boy or girl?" 

"I'm going to the doctor tomorrow.  Do you want to go with me?" 

"Of course!  It's my baby and I want to be totally involved." 

The next day the doctor informed us that she truly was pregnant and it

looked like it would be a boy according to the ultra sound. We started

thinking of names and came up with James Robert Taylor.  James after me

and my dad; Robert after Sarah's dad.  We would call him Jimmy while he

was little and whatever he wanted when he got older. 

Sarah woke me up first thing one morning and said she was ready to go to

the hospital. She had already called Sherry.  I swear those two women

were closer than best friends.  They were always there for each other.

I grabbed the suitcase and Sarah and I headed to the hospital as soon

as Sherry got there to watch Angel. 

I couldn't believe it when we ran in to Madge again.  She gave me her

usual dirty look.  "So, who is she today?" asked Madge. 

"I swear Madge; she's my wife and ready to give birth to my son." 

"I believe you.  Your sister told me the whole story when she was here

after giving birth to little Jenny," Madge said, smiling at Sarah.  "I

was just teasing you this time.  Will you be cutting your son's cord?" 

"Sarah and I are in this together, Madge. I'll be there." 

Mom and dad, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, and Sherry gathered in the waiting

room for news. I was so nervous going into the delivery room.  I held

Sarah's hand and felt so sorry for her when she felt pain.  She was

doing this for us.  I will never forget the experience when little

Jimmy appeared and I cut the umbilical cord. 

Madge wrapped him in a blue blanket and handed him to me.  I cried tears

of joy as I held my son. Sarah had tears streaming down her face when I

placed him in her arms. We were truly a family, and I couldn't wait to

introduce Angel to her little brother. 

As my old friend Dave, The Wanderer, would say - "Life is good."

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