The Boss's Daughter

The Boss's Daughter
By Miltone (c) 2001

Part 1

"Hey, Liz!" I called out jokingly, holding up the wood screw that I had swept up along the side of the oven. "You wanna screw?"

Liz glanced over with her cool, heavy-lidded, clear blue eyes. Her full pouty lips curled into a sly little smile. Through the soft smooth fabric of her white turtleneck I could plainly see her nipples harden and protrude through the thin cups of her bra. Just the sound of something slightly suggestive always got a response from her. She looked me up and down, letting her eyes dwell on my crotch.

"Sure," she said with her husky voice. "Let's go!"

She reached out and grabbed the broom handle from my hand and flung it aside with a clatter. She took my hand in hers and pulled me toward the hidden lair behind the bread ovens. To the surprise of the startled coworkers, I went with her to the little oven room hideout.

"Way to go, Robby!" said Old Tommy, the senior oven man.

"Ride her cowboy!" laughed Akim, his assistant.

The other girls, Terrie and Nicole, just watched us pass by, their mouths hanging open, silent for a change. As Liz and I slipped along the warm, narrow space between the ovens and out of their sight, I could hear them begin to chatter about just what was happening. I'm sure that they couldn't believe what they had seen, just as I couldn't believe that Lovely Liz, the boss's daughter, had singled me out for a trip to paradise.

Now I have to admit that I had always kept my eye on Liz and likely would have done anything to have her. She had just turned 20 and worked part time in her father's bakery where I worked. I had heard that when she told him that she wanted to attend a school of cosmetology instead of a school of business, he had told her that she'd have to do it the hard way, even if it meant that she'd have to work her way through. Of course it didn't work out quite that way for Daddy's little girl, but she was determined to make her own way. As the afternoon shift supervisor, I was only too happy to have her around, if only as eye candy. She wasn't the smartest girl I'd ever met, but then she had to be the most beautiful.

She was the purest blonde girl I had ever seen, with creamy white skin, smooth as silk, and clear blue eyes the color of a summer's dawn. Her flaxen hair was always perfect, with just the right amount of body and curl to frame her high cheekbones and pretty smile. Her shoulders were narrow and her breasts were a perfect size and shape, firm and round yet with a tantalizing jiggle to them that drove me and the rest of the guys crazy. Her figure was trim with a narrow waist but a perfect flair to her hips. She had what a lot of guys refer to as a heart-shaped butt and a pair of legs that went all the way from here to there and back again, if you know what I mean. She carried herself so well when she strolled past the guys and left them to drown in their drool. Liz was a beautiful girl and there was an air about her that told most every guy that she was unattainable, so don't bother trying. But then she had just dragged me back behind the ovens for a little tryst. Or so I thought.

As we slipped past the racks of oven mitts and pads she pulled me over toward the corner where Old Tommy kept an old wooden chair. She turned to face me.

"Liz, I didn't mean," I began to say.

She held a finger to her lips to shush me.

"Follow my lead on this, okay?" she whispered.

I shrugged and nodded.

"Oh, Baby!" she called out in a passionate voice. "Oh, Baby! Oh, Yeah! Just like that!"

"How's this Lizzy?" I said in a firm voice, trying to be just loud enough to be heard. "You want it like this? You want some more of this?"

"Oh, yeah, Baby! Give it to me."

We were standing close together in this warm space hidden from sight but not out of earshot. We could hear the echoes of our coworkers talking back and forth about what they thought was happening.

"Oh, Robby! You're sooooo biiiiig!" Liz said, drawing out her last couple of words. "Oh, Robby!"

She began to make some smacking and sucking sounds, that were so convincing that she had to stifle a laugh and placed her hand on my shoulder to steady herself. I managed to slip my hand around her waist and pull her closer to me. I could feel the warmth of her body through the soft fabric of her top. Just out of instinct I began to raise my other hand toward her perfect pair of tits. Before my hand could reach its target, she suddenly turned around and rubbed her ass up against me.

"Oh, yeah, Baby! Give it to me!" she called out with more passion in her voice.

"Liz, you're so tight! Oh, yeah!"

She began to lightly rub up against me. My hands instinctively looped around to cup her beautiful firm breasts. She pulled her elbows down to her side to pin my arms against her. I could still feel her taut nipples pressing against the palms of my hands.

"Oh, Baby! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she called out again and again.

She glanced over her shoulder at me for a moment. There was a look of passion in her eyes, as if our little game of pretend was actually producing some heat inside her.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" I called out to echo her cries. My hips thrust forward to rub against the sweet curves of her ass. I was sure that she could feel the effect that this was having on my cock as it grew firmer with each movement.

She continued to dry hump me and brought her hands up to rest on mine. She began to guide my fingers and palms around the curves of her breasts, giving me the cook's tour you might say, of her wonderful soft flesh.

"Oh, Robby! I'm coming!" she called out hoarsely. "Do me, Baby! Make me come!"

Her humping, though still playful, began to press more deeply into me. My cock was now almost fully erect and I was sure that she was guiding the crack of her ass up and down the length of my shaft on purpose. She let my hands go to wander about her body on their own and brought her own up to her head, pulling her paper hat from her gorgeous blonde hair and let it tumble wildly about her shoulders. She bent farther over and shook her head, tossing her hair from side to side.

"Oh, Lizzie! I'm gonna come too!" I called out, mindful that much more of this play-acting would produce the real result.

"Oh, yeah? You gonna come for momma? Come on! In my mouth!"

She turned around to face me again and began to make the most lurid humming, sucking noises. I began to grunt for proper effect. Finally, our voices joined in unison as we pretended to reach a climax.

"Oh, Robby, Baby. You're the best!" she said with a wink, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"You're something else," I replied. "We should do this more often."

"Sorry, You've had your shot, nice as it was, but that's it for you!" she returned, with another wink and a smile.

"Well, no matter what you say, you're a great little piece, Baby."

"Of course," she said leaning up to whisper in my ear. "Let me go out first, and don't ham it up too much."

She untied her apron and began to mess with tying it back around her waist. She grabbed her little hat and began to stuff her hair back under it. As she wanted, I let her walk out first and waited a couple of minutes before strolling out, pretending to be doing up my fly. The guys were waiting for me, ready to pat me on the back for cracking the sweetest looking babe in the bakery. Of course, the fact that although I was joking at first, but really wanted to do what we only play-acted made me feel strange, almost as if she had taken advantage of me. It only made me more determined to find a way to really have Lizzie.

Part 2

The next afternoon, Ralph, the commissary manager, saw me on the way in and asked me into his office. By the serious look on his face, I figured I was going to get fired.

"So, Robby," Ralph began, after asking me to have a seat. "I've been hearing this nasty rumor about you and Elizabeth. Something about you screwing behind the oven last night."

"It didn't happen," I said.

"Now before you go any farther, remember that you're part of our management team here. She's the boss's daughter, but she is also your employee. You realize that if it happened, I'd have no choice but to can your worthless ass."

"Man, it never happened," I said leaning forward. "We were joking around a bit and maybe the talk got out of line a bit, but, honest, there was no sex involved. Maybe someone overheard something. But nothing happened."

"Robby, Robby Robby," Ralph repeated. "I know you fancy yourself as some sort of rock star with your band and all. Who knows, maybe you guys will end up going someplace, but you're not a dumb shit. You've got a great opportunity here to learn this business. Maybe you will get someplace by romancing that sweet little piece. If I was you I'd sure as hell go for it. But watch yourself. That girl can easily flush you down the crapper."

"Got it. Ralph," I replied, trying to keep a reserved look on my face.

Although I was breaking a sweat by the time he let me out of his office, at least I still had my day job. The band wasn't doing all that well, certainly not earning enough to pay the rent and buy food, you know, all the luxuries of life. I decided to bury myself in the job for the day and soon was so busy that I didn't get a chance to talk with Lizzie until I was almost ready to leave. She was standing at a table making up pie boxes looking kind of sad. I made my way over to say hello.

"So how's it going?" I asked.

"Well, thanks for spreading the word around," she said with a nasty tone to her voice.

"Hey, I didn't say a word," I countered in defense.

She took a long look at me and relented.

"I didn't think you did," she said, now sounding just disgusted. "People can be such assholes. I say fuck 'em. At least Daddy didn't hear about it."

"Look at it this way. No one's calling you the virgin queen anymore," I remarked.

"Great! Exchanging one lousy reputation for a worse one," she said.

"If it's all the same to you this will all blow over in a couple of days," I began, but paused for a moment to think over what I wanted to say. I wanted to be careful because I didn't really want to lose my job and I certainly didn't want to lose her. Finally I went on, "Of course, I'd be lying to say that I haven't thought of making love with you, Lizzie. If it was for real, I would have chosen a more romantic place and it wouldn't have lasted only a couple of minutes."

She looked back to the pie boxes she was folding together.

"I've thought about it too, Robby, especially after last night," she said placing the finished boxes on a cart. "You seem like a really sweet considerate guy. I was awake half the night wondering what it would be like to really do it with you."

"What about Tommy?" I said, asking about her boyfriend.

"We're on and off a lot. Right now we're off. Maybe that's part of why I've been so fruity."

Suddenly one of the oven guys called me over to answer a question. She got busy helping with the Danish line and I didn't have a chance to talk to her again until the next day. She was finishing up on the biscuit line just before taking a break when I passed by.

"What are you up to?" she asked.

"I dunno," I said without thinking. "I've gotta count the bread production. Why?"

"Well, I'm going on break in a minute," she said.

"Do you want to take a walk or something?"

"Sure," she said wiping her hands on her apron.

We walked out of the bakery and down the hallway toward the restrooms. She was wearing a denim shirt and a pair of tight blue jeans.

"Where do you want to go?" I asked.

"I don't know. Somewhere we can talk. In private."

"I got a little hideout from my days in the warehouse. Let's go this way."

She followed me along the hall and back through the empty warehouse. I led the way through the racks and toward a little stairway that used to lead to an old office that they had taken down. Once you were up the stairs there was just a floor with out any walls. Unless you made some loud noise, no one would know you were up there. I climbed up the stairs and turned back to watch as Liz followed. I couldn't help but notice from my height advantage how her denim shirt had opened up and how her perfect white breasts jiggled as she mounted the steps. It didn't appear that she was wearing a bra from the free and easy way they moved. I felt a twinge as my cock sprang to life.

"Why are you always looking at my tits?" she said with a nervous laugh as she reached the last step.

"Because they are so perfect," I replied, setting my gaze on her heavy lidded blue eyes.

"You think so?"

"I dream about 'em all the time."

"These little things," she said clutching at them with both hands.

"Like I said, they're perfect," I commented. "Remember from the other night, I got a good feel for them."

"Oh, yeah," she laughed. "I almost forgot 'cause I was sizing you up at the same time, Big Boy."

Some old boxes were still set up over on the back where I had arranged them once before while eating my lunch and reading the newspaper. I sat on one of the boxes and leaned back against the wall. She hesitantly took a seat beside me.

"You don't think they're too small?"

"Like I said, they're perfect."

"Tommy says they're small. He even said he'd pay for implants."

"What a dick!"

"You don't think they're too small?"

"Lizzie, you have the sweetest, sexiest body I've ever seen."

"But you've never really seen me naked. You might not think that once you're seen me in the raw."

"Liz, you are the most beautiful young woman I have ever met. There isn't a part of you that I would want to change."

"That's sweet, Robby. Really sweet."

She raised her hand up to place her palm on my cheek. We sat for the next few moments looking into each other's eyes. She let her hand fall away from me down to the front of her shirt and began to undo the first button.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Don't you want to see what you've been dreaming about?"

"Well, yeah."

"So don't ask stupid questions."

She finished undoing her shirt and slowly, teasingly pulled it open, letting me catch a glimpse of her perfect firm round breasts.

"You're naked under there."

"Haven't you noticed? I normally don't wear any underwear. Just when it's that time of the month or when my top is too sheer. Bet you didn't know how easy it'd be to get me naked."

She held the denim shirt open and proudly presented her tits for my eyes to feast upon. They truly were perfect, round and firm with small pink nipples that were growing taut in the cool warehouse air.

"My, God. They are perfect," I said reaching over to cup the delectable breast closest to me. "Better than I ever imagined. See how it fits my hand so perfectly?"

"Oh, yeah. It fits nicely," she said with a little sigh.

I reached over to cradle the other breast and gently caressed them with my fingers and thumbs. Her nipples were fully stiffened. Almost at the same time we turned to face each other more directly.

"You have a nice touch, Robby. So gentle and loving."

"Thank you," I said continuing to tease her nipples with my thumbs and fingers. "I want it to be pleasurable for you."

"It is," she sighed again. "Tommy is kind of rough with them."

"Sometimes rough can be fun, but I prefer gentle and loving."

I leaned over and placed a light, loving kiss on her soft flesh, letting my tongue brush against her nipples and drawing each one into my mouth in turn with a gentle suck. She sighed loudly as I pulled her soft flesh into my mouth.

"Oh, Robby!" she called out.

Hearing a noise echo through the warehouse, she suddenly pulled back from me, closed her shirt and looked around nervously.

"What was that?" she whispered loudly.

"I didn't hear a thing," I remarked. "But then I was distracted for some reason."

"Maybe we should be getting back," she said, starting to button up her shirt.

"Sure," I replied thinking about what I was going to do about the raging hard-on growing in my pants.

Part 3

I knew that I had made my impression on Lizzie, because for the next few days when she would see me around the bakery, she would give me the sweetest smile. In fact on one occasion, while I was lying on my back trying to fix one of the machines, she stood nearby licking her lips suggestively. Just the sight of her gave me a terrific hard-on that was difficult to hide.

Later on as I approached her from the rear, I noticed a little hole wearing through the seat of her jeans. As I stepped up next to her, my middle finger found the hole and worked its way through to the soft warm flesh of her ass. She jumped from surprise, but did nothing to stop me as my finger explored her sweet cheek. From where we stood, no one else could see what I was up to. I fished my finger around and reached the edge of her pussy.

"You're not wearing panties," I said as my finger slipped into the folds of her moist pussy. "And I can also tell that you like what I'm doing."

"Just don't make me come," she said.

"I don't want to rip your jeans," I remarked as I withdrew my finger.

She grabbed my hand and brought it up to her face, licking then sucking on my finger.

"You little slut," I laughed as I walked away back to work.

Later on in the early evening, I noticed that she was standing by the door that led to the front offices looking through the little window.

"Are you lost, young lady?" I said, not able to think of anything wittier.

"Just looking," she replied. "I wondered what Daddy's office looks like since he had it remodeled."

"You want to take a walk?" I asked, pulling out my set of keys.

"Sure."

I unlocked and opened the door so that we could pass through. We went along the corridor up toward the main hallway.

"I think your Dad's office is this way," I said pointing to my left.

The offices were dark except for the hallway lights. There was an office light on in the personnel area but we were headed off to the executive suites. There was no mistaking which office belonged to the owner. The door was open and we stepped inside. It was nicely paneled in mahogany and appointed with a sleek set of furniture, including an overstuffed armchair.

"This is nice," she said sinking into the chair. "You should try this."

She got up so that I could have a seat. I felt strange sitting in his chair dress in my starchy uniform. As I sat down, she perched her ass on the desk in front of me.

"You look like you belong in that seat," she said.

"I don't know about that," I replied. "I wouldn't want to be your Daddy's shoes for a minute."

"You could do it if he can," she said with her heavy lidded blue eyes zeroing in on me. "Besides, I'd rather see you in that chair, so when I came in to visit you could fuck me right here on the desk."

"That's a thought I'd have to consider," I said as she spread her legs and set her feet up on the chair. "One that is very tempting."

"What about right here, right now," she said, untying her apron and pulling it off over her head.

She leaned back and tossed her head from side to side to fluff out her hair. As she did so, her firm little breasts jiggled under the soft ribbing of her sweater. I leaned forward and ran my hands along her thighs, up toward her hips. She crossed her arms and pulled her sweater up and over her head, tossing her head again so that her hair swirled about her face.

My fingers nervously approached the button on her jeans. She sucked in her stomach so that I wouldn't have trouble with the button. As I popped it open and pulled the zipper down, I could see the beginning of her pubic hair, the same flaxen blonde color as on her head. I began to lick my lips in anticipation of where they might end up. She leaned back to place her hands on the desk and raised her hips up so I could slip her jeans down. Just as I pulled them down past her hips and her pussy came into view, the sound of some voices echoed down the hall. She instinctively grabbed her sweater and held it up to her breasts.

"Oh my God!" she whispered. "We're caught for sure!"

In one swift move, she pulled up her jeans, slipped off the desk onto my lap, and pulled her sweater on over her head. I put my finger to my mouth as we listened closely. The voices were fading away as if their owners were moving down another corridor. Lizzie nestled into my lap as if trying to hide.

"Give them a few minutes," I whispered. "Then we can slip out."

Lizzie fastened up her jeans and pulled her apron back on.

"I can't believe that," she said, once she had put herself together.

"I know," I replied. "I can't believe we were actually going to do it."

"I meant getting caught," she said.

"Just sit tight," I said, putting my arms around her.

She was trembling slightly.

"Come on." I said trying to calm her down. "It's okay. They didn't have any idea we were here."

Her trembling subsided and she leaned into my embrace.

"I do feel safe with you, Robby. I never could have done that with anyone else."

"What about Tommy Buddy?"

"He'd probably be up for it, but I couldn't, not here with him."

Our faces were so close I could feel her breath on my cheek. I turned her face toward mine and leaned over to kiss her, softly, lightly. She responded and kissed me back. I thought I felt her shiver.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm all right," she whispered softly, her eyes looking deeply into mine. "We should get back now."

"You're right."

We quietly slipped out of her father's office and back along the corridor. As we turned a corner, I heard some noise coming from personnel. It sounded almost like voices, but I couldn't make out the words. Slowly and carefully we made our way along the hallway until we came to the door leading into personnel. This was definitely where the sounds were coming from. As I poked my head around and into the doorway I could see the light on in Sam Dwyer's office. I couldn't believe the scene that greeted my eyes. I heard Lizzie gasp when she saw too.

Sam stood at the side of his desk with his pants down at his ankles. A young brunet woman was laying back on her desk, her stocking-covered legs up in the air, her panties dangling from an ankle, and her skirt pushed up to her waist. Sam was furiously humping this young beauty and her cries of passion reverberated through the office and past us down the hallway. I began to move away and had to pull Lizzie along with me. She resisted for a moment as if trying to take in the whole scene. I waved for her to come and she began to move with me. I'm sure that Sam and his young lady were too occupied fucking each other to hear us scamper down the hall and back out to the commissary. Once we had closed the door behind us, we both began to laugh.

"Can you believe that?" she asked.

"I knew that old Sam had a taste for the ladies, but man!" I remarked.

Lizzie could only laugh as we headed back to work. We decided to keep it to ourselves since no one would believe us.

Part 4

A couple of days later, when my shift was over and I had showered and changed into my street clothes, Lizzie caught me as I was headed out the door.

"Are you heading home?" she asked, putting her hand on my shoulder as if to hold me back.

"Yeah. It's been a long day."

"It's time for my lunch break."

"Okay," I replied.

"Do you have any plans tonight?"

"Not really."

"Well, I'd like to take my lunch with you."

"Oh, yeah I guess so."

"Give me a minute to grab my things," she said quickly.

In a couple of minutes, she returned with her purse and we slipped out into the crisp night air. We settled into my car and I started the engine.

"What's your pleasure?" I asked.

"Actually I'm not really all that hungry," she said. "But I did bring a joint."

"Well, I can get into that," I replied.

I drove over to the far side of the parking lot where there were few lights and out of sight from the road and building. She wasted no time lighting it up and drawing in the first toke before handing it over to me. I drew in the pungent smoke and felt it tickle my throat and lungs. After exchanging a couple of tokes we both were high.

"Good reefer," I said, after handing it back to her again.

"I love getting high," she said. "Except that it makes me horny."

"And you have a problem with that?"

"When I'm not around my man, yeah."

She put the joint onto a clip expertly and took another drag. I felt like volunteering, but wasn't sure where to start. She handed it back to me and leaned back in the car seat.

"I like your car," she remarked. "This is a Super Sport isn't it?"

"Yeah, my little toy," I replied. "It's a fun car and can beat the pants off anything they're putting out now."

She untied her apron and pulled it over her head. She finger combed her hair and then shook her head. She suddenly started laughing out loud.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"I was thinking about old Sam and the girl. I mean, there I was about to fuck your socks off and he's the one who gets lucky."

"I know. He was really going at it," I laughed, thinking about the scene. "Of course she was really getting into it too. I couldn't take my eyes off her."

"Maybe she was faking it," she replied. "Well some women do."

"Do you?"

"If I really like the guy and want him to call me again. Who says the dam has to burst each time you screw?"

"How would I know?"

"You would, Robby. You're a sharp guy. You would know."

Lizzie stubbed the roach out in the ashtray and looked over at me. Her beautiful eyes were slits now because of the buzz, but there was a strong appeal to her. I reached over to touch her cheek.

"You know, Liz, I could really go for you in a big way. I mean a really big way."

"I know. I can tell by the way you look at me. I feel the same way too."

I leaned over to kiss her. She pressed up against me and returned the kiss. Taking my hands in hers, she drew them up under her sweater and toward her breasts. Her breasts were warm and the nipples stiff. Her own hands dropped down to my crotch and she quickly got my jeans opened up. She broke off our kiss and let her drop down to my crotch. She pulled my surging cock out of my jeans and kissed it.

"I see you aren't wearing any underwear either," she said.

"It's a guy thing you know."

She dropped her head down and began to suck my cock in earnest. Her head bobbed up and down as I began to fully stiffen. Within a few strokes, between her hands and her sweet warm wet mouth, she had me hard as a rock.

"I just love to suck cock," she said taking short breather. "And you have one beautiful cock."

The pleasure she gave me went on for a few more minutes and I was ready to blow my wad. I hadn't had sex in a few days and my balls were ready to blow.

"Lizzie, I'm almost there," I cried out throwing my head backward in pleasure.

"Are you ready to come for me?" she asked, pumping her hand up and down the shaft of my dick.

I answered with a groan, the only sound I could make as I felt the semen surge up from my balls. She pumped me a couple of times and when the first blob spurted out and landed on her hands, she lowered her head and took the rest in her mouth. I don't know if it was the buzz or the feeling of her sucking every last drop out of me, but something made me tingle all over.

"You like that, Robby?" she asked smacking her lips.

"Oh, Lizzie."

"Well, now you get to return the favor," she said licking the blob of cum off her hands.

She began to undo her jeans. I helped her pull them down to her ankles. In the dim light I could plainly see the outline of her pussy and the sweet blonde little thatch of hair around it. Even though this was the dead of winter, she obviously kept her pussy well trimmed. It smelled sweet and tasted delicious as I lowered my mouth to her sex.

As I began to work her twat over, she pulled my face closer to her and began to squeal. Her hips began to move in a circular pattern and she began to make some of the most amazing sounds I had ever heard. When I sucked her hard little clit up into my mouth I thought she would rip my head off, grabbing and my ears and hair, and thrusting her pussy into my face. I glanced up to see that she had pulled her sweater up to bare her tits and was rubbing her stiff little pink nipples with abandon.

"Suck my clit, Robby," she cried out. "Go ahead! Suck my clit!"

I sucked on her clit and let my teeth graze over it as she clutched at my head with her legs. After holding me tightly for a moment, she relaxed and I was able to work one finger then a second one into her pussy. She spread her legs far apart to give me better access.

"Oh, Baby! Do me! Do me!" she cried out holding my mouth close to her twat with both hands.

It didn't take more than a few minutes to bring her to the brink of an orgasm. I paused for a moment to let her teeter on the edge. I pushed my mouth and tongue onto her firmly for a moment and then backed off. I kept doing so and it drove her crazy.

"Oh, Baby!" she cried out. "Make me come! I wanna come, Robby Baby! Make me come!"

After a few more on and off moves I finally bore down on her sopping wet pussy and pushed her over into a wild fit of orgasm. I could feel her legs and body quiver. She pulled my face up to hers and kissed me wildly and passionately. Her taste on my lips mingled with my taste on her lips as our tongues wrestled.

"Oh, Robby," she whispered out of breath. "I wish you could show Tommy how to do that! My God, I don't think I'll ever stop shaking!"

We snuggled together in the front seat of my Nova for several minutes. She brought my head to rest on her breasts and held me close enough that I could feel her heartbeat.

"Jeez, Lizzie, I knew I wanted to mess around with you, but I didn't know how good it was gonna be. Man, you are terrific."

"Thanks. And what do we do now?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, I'm going with Tommy and you have your girlfriend, Roberta is it?"

"We haven't gone out in a month," I admitted. "It hasn't been working out real well."

"Oh," she said somewhat surprised. "I thought that you went out last weekend?"

"We met up with some friends at the same place. It wasn't a date. But any way, I'd really like to see you, you know, to take you out and show you a good time."

"As long as it involves some of what you just showed me tonight, you can ask me out anytime."

"It just so happens I have tickets to the Buddy Rich show at the Music Hall on Sunday," I said. "It's a big band jazz show, but if you're interested?"

"I'd love to go. Sunday night. Sure I can do that. What should I wear?"

"Well, I'll probably be wearing some old rags. You know how rock 'n' rollers are," I joked.

Part 5

The rest of the week couldn't go by fast enough for me. All through the band's gig at the Painted Pony on Friday and Saturday night I knew I was distracted. The guys all tried what they could to kick me in the ass, but I kept thinking of going out with sweet Lizzie.

Since the show was going to be at a nice place, I felt as though I ought to dress up, and decided to wear my three-piece suit. Although I was a bit early getting to her house, I went ahead and rang the bell. Her mother let me in and very graciously showed me into the living room. I could see where Lizzie's good looks came from since her mother was truly beautiful. Perhaps a bit fuller in the bust and hips, but with the same blonde features and heavy-lidded blue eyes.

When she excused herself to call Lizzie downstairs, I had the chance to look around the richly furnished room. There was original modern artwork on the walls and the furniture was tasteful and expensive. Some of the tables looked like antiques. On one table, a series of photos caught me eye. I recognized her parents and Lizzie. There were some of two other girls, perhaps older sisters who bore the same lovely family resemblance. What a gene pool to take a dip in, I thought to myself. There was a noise in the hallway and I looked up to see Liz enter the room. Her face was covered with surprise. She was dressed pretty casually, so I guess she had taken my joke literally.

"I thought you were dressing casual, tonight," she said. "And look at you!"

"Not a problem, Liz," I said, loosening the tie and pulling it from my collar. Without my suit jacket and my vest opened up, I was dressed down to suit her taste and her smile told me that she approved of my quick transformation.

We jumped into my Nova and quickly headed down to the concert. We drove in silence for a while before breaking the ice. Soon I was telling her about the gig at the Pony lounge and she told me about her so-so dates with Tommy. She held tightly to me arm as we walked up to the theatre and inside. My bandmate, Ray, who had two of the tickets next to us, gave me a thumbs up once he had a chance.

While we watched the show, I couldn't help but sneak looks at Lizzie. The show was great; the band was hot, and Buddy, well, he was Buddy, sharp wit and still had a snap to his drumming that made it sound like he had twice as many drums as were in his kit. Lizzie had always impressed me as a rock 'n' roller, but seemed to be enjoying the music and was quick to stand and applaud following the encore number. After the show, Ray had to get his girl home early and we ended up driving around trying to figure out what to do.

"Do you want to go dancing?" I asked.

"Not really."

"Why don't we stop by The Pour House?" I asked, thinking of a drinking hole not far from her house.

"I, uh, don't feel like going there tonight," she said sounding kind of pissed off.

I got the feeling that maybe she didn't want to go there and be seen with me. A lot of her friends hung out there probably, or maybe a lot of Tommy Buddy's friends called it their home away from home. Either way, I was determined to find a way to keep our date going a little longer.

"Do you feel like getting something to eat?" I asked, feeling a bit hungry myself.

"I'm not really hungry."

"We're near my buddy Guy's house. He and his wife are really cool and don't mind if people drop in."

"I don't really feel like meeting anyone tonight."

"Well, I don't feel like driving around all night," I remarked, starting to get pissed off, and not sure if she was being a bitch or what. I didn't want to give her the wrong impression, but decided to take a chance and suggest, "Why don't we stop by my place?"

She turned to face me with a warm smile on her face.

"I thought you'd never ask," she cooed.

"I'll stop and pick up a bottle of wine, if you don't mind," I said remembering that there wasn't much to drink at home.

After a quick stop at the Cracker Barrel party store, we pulled into my driveway. I glanced over at her before climbing out of the car. She was looking back at me and reached over with her hand to touch my cheek. I leaned toward her for a little kiss and felt her hand slip around the back of my neck and pull me closer. Our little kiss quickly escalated into an open mouth, tongue wrestling, wet and sloppy affair that told me of her rising passion. We quickly got out of the car and hustled through the chilly night air up to the porch. I had hardly gotten the door closed behind me when she tossed her coat aside and leaned into me for a big hug and a deep kiss.

"You've been driving me crazy all night, you bastard," she said breathing heavily. "I can't wait to get you naked."

I held her face in my hands, looking at those heavy lidded clear blue eyes that were glazed over with the lust of her passion. She was pressing her body into mine, her firm round breasts burrowing into my chest.

"Give me a minute to get this open," I said holding up the Liebfraumilch.

"Don't take too long," she said dreamily. "I just may get started without you."

"Well, as long as I can watch," I said with a laugh, before stepping into the kitchen to pop the cork and fetch a couple of glasses.

When I returned, she was standing my desk looking at the gallery of things stuck up on the wall. They were an odd collection of photos and ads and mementos that I had collected over the past few years. There were notices about the band, some pictures of friends and cars, and other things that had caught my eye. I noticed that she was looking closely at the couple of nudes that I had posted.

"Are these girlfriends?" she asked, pointing to one pair of photos in particular.

"As a matter of fact, one was, and the other almost was," I bragged, then regretted saying so when she began to glower. "I knew them when, but they had no time for me after they made in big."

"So what does a girl have to do to get her picture up on your wall?" she said taking a glass of wine from my hand.

"Not a thing really. I just have to like the look of her expression."

"And does mine make the grade?" she said licking at a drop of wine on her lips and glancing at me with a slinky little look from the corner of her eye.

I felt my cool reserve begin to melt as she kept up her glance. There wasn't anything I wouldn't have done right then and there had she only asked, and she knew it. She looked back to the wall and I slipped closer to her side, looping my hand around her waist. Something told me that once I had my hands on her, I wouldn't take them away. I took another sip of wine, set my glass down on the desk, and stepped up behind her. My hands gently found their way up under her denim vest from her waist to her breasts. I could feel the soft warm flesh of her breasts through the smooth thin cups of her bra. Her nipples were stiff and pressed hard into my palms.

She leaned back onto me, setting her glass down beside mine, and bringing her hands up and back around to my head, her fingers running through my hair. She began to make a sound, not unlike that of a cat, a kind of purring sound that matched her gentle gyrations as she rubbed up against me, her sweet round ass pressing back against me. I dropped a hand down over her stomach and lowered it toward her belly. She began to writhe when my hand slipped under the waistband of her jeans. My fingers could feel the dampness of her pussy through the soft satin of her panties. She began to press her pussy onto my fingers, letting them find the damp cleft of her tender young twat.

"Oh, God, Robby!" she cooed with a shiver. "You have got me so turned on!"

"Why don't we make ourselves more comfortable?" I said indicating the couch.

I picked up our wine glasses and carried them as we moved into the front room. We walked such that we never really parted, never letting the warm flow of feelings stop passing between us. She took her glass from me and settled next to me on the couch. I raised my arm so that she could nestle in close beside me.

"This feels really nice, Robby," she remarked. "Being here with you like this. I don't feel this way with Tommy, you know. We go out. He takes me home to his place. We have sex and he takes me home. I never feel all huggy and kissy and touchy-feely. But I like doing that, especially with you."

"Well, anytime you're in the mood, you know where to find me."

"I know, and that's the problem. I guess I love him and am committed to him, but there's something different about you and how I feel when I'm around you."

"Well, we all relate to other people in different ways."

"But when I see the way you look at me, I just get so turned on. I'm normally kind of cool. The guys in high school used to call me the Ice Queen. I've always had a hard time warming up to sex anyway, even with Tommy. In fact I've often thought that maybe there was something wrong with me, like I was frigid or something. But you are something else. When I come in and see you at work, all I can think about is taking that big old cock of yours in my mouth and sucking and fucking your socks off. I feel like such a slut around you and I know I probably shouldn't feel that way, yet for some reason I like the feeling."

As she spoke, her hand had found my cock and began rubbing it as it stretched out along my thigh. My hand had looped around her shoulder and came to rest on her breast, cupping it just so that my fingers could tease at her nipple.

"But you're not a slut, Lizzie. You're a beautiful, sexy young woman who gets those kinds of feelings just like anyone else."

"My mother always told me that I shouldn't have sex without being in love, really in love with the man. So I fall in love with Tommy and we have sex, but it doesn't really do a whole lot for me. And then I start to notice you and after you touch me, I forget about love and want to go straight for the sex part. It kind of scares me."

"I feel the same way, I guess. I fall in love pretty easily and have had my heart broken a few times because of that. Then you come along and I can't see a single part of you that I don't want to touch caress or kiss. I don't want to think too much about it, or talk too much about it for fear that I'll work myself out of it. I just want to live this moment and feel your warmth cover me."

We each sipped from our wine and went back to fondling the other.

"Robby, I don't want to talk about falling in love," she said turning her face to look up at mine. "I guess I don't want to talk. I just want to make love."

I smiled at her, took her glass from her hand, and set it on the coffee table. I leaned back into the corner of the couch and pulled her on top of me. She shifted around to straddle me and brought her face down to mine. We kissed and unleashed the passions we had talked about. Her lips and tongue and teeth eagerly sought me out. As she rested her hands on my shoulders for balance, my hands pulled her turtleneck free from her jeans so that they could wander up under her sweater toward her wonderful breasts. She had on such a tiny little satin bra that when I cupped and caressed her tits they popped free, her hot stiff nipples hungry for my touch.

She sat up and slipped her vest off her shoulders. She crossed her arms and pulled her top up and off over her head. I grabbed at her tits and sort of pulled them down to nibble at them hungrily. As I began to kiss and suck on them, she reached behind and unhooked her bra, tossing it aside so that she could press her firm young flesh into my face. I spent the next several minutes kissing and licking and sucking on her perfect pair. Her skin was soft and tender to the touch yet her nipples became as stiff as pencil eraser tips. As she began to submit to my attentions, they turned from a pale flesh tone to a rosy pink color. She was soon writhing in pleasure as I worked on her tender flesh. Soon the pace and depth of her breathing told me that she was going to have a little climax so I stepped up the level of my attentions. As I hungrily nibbled one then the other breast, she started to call out.

"Oh, Robby! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

I sucked a nipple fully into my mouth between my teeth and flicked my tongue on the tip. I though she would explode.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Robby! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

She collapsed on top of me, shivering slightly

"Oh, God! I have never come before by having a guy just kiss my tits. Oh, my God, Robby! What have you done' to me?"

I let my hands wander over the warm writhing flesh of her backside. After she composed herself, she began to move downward, opening my shirt up as she went, and leaving a trail of kisses all the way. She kissed and sucked on my nipples and I had to admit that it was the first time that it had really turned me on. As her mouth kissed and nibbled at my chest, her hands were working on my trousers. She wasted little time and yanked them down to my knees. Kneeling over me, she did this little dance, wriggling her breasts and licking her lips, teasing my cock into stiff erect attention.

"Oh, my! You do have a nice hunk of meat here, Robby."

She leaned over and wriggled her shoulders so that her tits rubbed against my excited cock. She kept looking at me with those heavy lidded sultry eyes, her tongue flicking at her lips. Slowly she lowered her pouty mouth toward me and sucked it inside her hot wet mouth. Grabbing me by the hips, she plunged her mouth down on me slowly sucking as much of me inside as she could. My hips thrust upward in reaction to her moves. She slowly began to bob her blonde head up and down the length of my cock. With each stroke she took more inside of her and soon I could feel her throat open enough so that all of me disappeared into her mouth. The feeling was beyond compare for I had never been given head quite like this, no hands, just tongue, lips, and mouth. She paused a couple of times at the top to catch her breath before plunging her head back down on me. Finally I could take it no more and grabbed her face to pull her up to mine for a kiss.

"Here, let me eat your pussy before I go spluey all over you," I said.

I kicked off my shoes and quickly stepped out of my trousers and she lay back on the couch and started to unfasten her jeans. I helped slip them down her lovely legs and off. She had on a dainty pair of silk panties that showed a wet spot at the crotch. I gently grabbed at the waistband and began to ease them down past her hips, kissing each bit of silken skin that I exposed. I ducked down and eased her legs up over my shoulders, kissing my way up her thighs to the wet cleft waiting for me. Her fair patch of downy blonde fur that framed her pussy greeted my nose and mouth.

She was wet and ready and waiting for me and I tried to let my lips and tongue do to her what hers had done to me. The musky taste of her pussy mixed with the delicate scent of her perfume as I parted her pussy lips and drove my tongue deep into her warm damp cunt. I managed to slip a finger into her pussy as my tongue concentrated on her clit, now emerging from its hood. I glanced up between her soft thighs to see her clutching at her breasts with both hands as her head shook from side to side. Her mouth was formed into a perfect circle as she writhed and moaned and called out my name.

"Robby! Oh, sweet Robby!" she moaned loudly. "Oh! Oh, Robby!"

When I felt her begin to reach a climax, I backed off enough for her to settle back down. But then it didn't take as long for her to rise back up to where we had left off. After a couple of near misses, I finally bore down on her and sucked on her hard little clit for all it was worth. She clutched at my hair and clamped my head tightly between her thighs as her back arched and her hips ground around in circles of passion.

"Robby! Oh! Oh! Oh! Robby! Oh! Oh! Oh! Robby! Oh! Oh! Oh! Robby! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried out as her body gave in to the felling of her climax.

I eased up on her pussy, letting her clit slip out of my mouth. She pulled my face up to lick all of her juice from my face.

"Fuck me, Robby," she blurted out with a sudden urgency. "Fuck me, hard!"

My dick knew exactly where to go and found her pussy wet and ready. She spread her legs wide and took my cock inside herself readily. In a minute we were fucking with a sweet sexy stroke that made each of us moan with pleasure. Her pussy fit my cock so well, I found myself taking long slow strokes just so that I could enjoy each inch of pleasure. She slung her legs up and hooked her ankles on my shoulders. The vision of her lovely, pale blonde body rocking with each thrust made my cock stiffen more than ever. She grasped at her breasts as they bobbed back and forth.

She grasped at my hips as they thrust forward. Her back arched with excitement. The blush of sexual arousal spread over her chest and neck turning her pale skin rosy. The sweat of my own arousal splashed down onto her belly. Her eyes opened and locked onto mine. She grabbed onto my arms as I held onto her hips. Each thrust seemed to bring us to a new peak of excitement.

After several minutes of terrific fucking, she moved to turn over onto her hands and knees. When I stood at the edge of the couch, my cock was at the perfect height for entering her from behind. She thrust her sweet ass back onto my ready cock and drew me deep inside her sopping wet pussy. The sight of her hourglass figure moving back against me was incredible. I could reach down and around to grasp at her breasts hanging freely. She threw her head back and tossed her hair about her shoulders wildly. Just when I thought she was about to come again, she pulled herself forward and turned around.

"I want to get on top now," she said hoarsely.

I needed to catch my wind anyway so I lay down and let her climb on top for a while. She settled on top, easing my cock inside and riding up and down slowly along the entire length. After several long slow languid strokes, she leaned over so that I could suck on her tits. Then she rose straight up and began to wiggle her hips as she slid up and down. A couple of times I thought I could feel her pussy clench tightly and she fell down against me as if coming. Usually this position gave me a chance to catch my breath, but the way her pussy was pumping my cock I felt as though I would soon explode.

"Oh, Lizzie," I called out. "I'm going to come, Baby!"

"I don't want you to come inside me," she said slipping up and off of me. "I want to see you come."

She took my cock in her hands and began stroking it firmly. She kissed and licked at the head and kept stroking it until I could feel the cum spurt up from my balls. As she gripped me firmly I saw the first load spurt up and land on her face and hair. It must have surprised her since her eyes popped wide open and she laughed. She tried catching the rest in her mouth but some splashed onto her tits and cheeks as well. She rubbed my throbbing cock all over her face and mouth and chest before sucking it clean of all my spunk.

"I feel so nasty when I do that," she laughed.

I pulled her face up to mine and kissed her cum-stained lips warmly and lovingly and deeply. She lay nestled in my arms for several minutes as I cradled her tenderly. We both ended up falling asleep for a couple of hours. I didn't want to get up and take her home, and when I drove her home, I didn't want to drop her off and go home by myself. But I did and I went into work the next day feeling sad for some reason.

Part 6

Lizzie kept her distance over the next week. We were getting into our busiest time of the year and there just didn't seem to be the opportunity to speak with each other about our little date and the aftermath. As the week progressed, there seemed to be less and less reason to speak about it. Then she ended up leaving early on Friday so I just kind of blew off any interest. Besides, the band was playing at Clem's Pour House on Friday and Saturday night and I was too busy putting in some extra practice time with the boys. On Friday night midway during our second set, it must have been around 10:30, I saw a pair of ladies work their way onto the dance floor. One was a tall slender redhead with long hair and long legs. As she turned about and her friend came around into view, there was no mistaking the sweet pair of unencumbered tits and the supple heart-shaped butt of Lizzie.

We were playing one of our original tunes and I nodded to my band mates that I wanted to extend my solo. I stepped to the front of the stage and shook and rattled my guitar with a little more flair, bending the strings just a little farther, and rocking my left hand wildly to get as much searing vibrato as possible. Lizzie and her friend moved over to dance right in front of me, raising their arms over their heads to shake their tits more temptingly. Finishing my solo with a final flourish of feedback, I jumped back to the microphone as we took up the chorus of the song. The round of applause was louder than normal and caught us by surprise. It was our first time at Clem's and we knew that its reputation tended more to the drinking hole side of the scale than to the music and dance side.

Needless to say, we all kicked it up a notch for the rest of the set and packed the dance floor with writhing sweaty bodies. From the corner of my eye I noticed that a couple of guys tried to dance with Lizzie and her friend but the girls apparently turned them down and kept dancing at the front of the stage right in front of my microphone stand. I don't think that Lizzie's heavy lidded eyes left me the entire time. The room was hot and as she danced on her white top began to stick to her, becoming almost a second skin that showed off her pert breasts wonderfully. I managed to check out her friend--Reggie, I think she had mentioned her name to me--whose silk shirt had managed to open enough to reveal a sexy glimpse of her pale freckled body.

When we finally finished off our set to take a well-needed break, we went to the dressing room just off stage. As Donny lit up a joint and passed it on, I heard a familiar voice call out.

"Hey, can I have a hit of that?" said Lizzie lingering by the doorway. Reggie stood behind her.

"Sure, come on in and party with the band," I said waving them into the grungy little room. "Hey, fellas, this is Lizzie, one of the chicks I work with."

The boys mumbled hellos and began to check the pretty girls stepping up to the joint passing circle.

"This is my girlfriend, Reggie," Lizzie said.

"You guys are really great," said Reggie nervously before taking the joint expertly and pulling deeply on it.

"I didn't know you guys played here," Lizzie said.

"This is our first gig here," I replied. "We don't get over on the east side too often."

We made small talk until the joint was gone and Donny lit up a second one. I had caught a good buzz and began to move out toward the barroom. Danny and Rick decided to stay, but Ray followed the girls and me down the hallway obviously trying to hit on Reggie.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Lizzie asked.

"Sure. Thanks."

She pulled me aside before we reentered the raucous smoky clubroom.

"Say, I'm sure you noticed that I've been trying to avoid you the past few days," she said slowly, almost apologetically.

"Yeah. What's that all about?"

"Well, I just didn't know what to make of it all. I mean, here I am going with Tommy, living this safe predictable life and you come along and fuck me like I never been-well, I just don't know how to handle it."

"What's to handle? We went out. We had a good time-no, a great time. You go home to your boyfriend and I'm left out," I said, trying to sound realistic and not sad. "Hey, It's not like it hasn't happened to me before."

"But after I think about it and see you again in your world, I've just got to have you again," she said, reaching out and grabbing me. She pulled me close to her and gave me a long deep kiss full of spit and tongue and passion.

"Hey, not here. Not now. I need to save myself for the last two sets."

"All right," she said.

In the bleak light I could see the flush of passion rising in her cheeks.

"Now how about that drink?"

The next set flew by. Lizzie and Reggie danced side by side the entire time right in front of Ray and me. They managed to brush off every attempt made by the young toughs who wanted a dance. When it was time to break, Ray and I hung around in the barroom with the girls while our bandmates went backstage for a breath of pot. Lizzie was getting loaded on her whisky sours and hung all over me like a cheap suit, drawing a lot of looks from the patrons nearby, who maybe recognized her. Reggie and Ray hovered nearby, Ray talking up his usual good game. I couldn't tell if Reggie was buying any of it, although he was able to get a few nice smiles and laughs out of her.

"What are you doing afterwards?" Lizzie asked.

"Might party a bit with the boys before heading home to bed."

"Ooh, that sounds like fun. Can I come?"

I laughed and nodded before heading back up to the bandstand. I didn't see the girls until the third or fourth tune of the set and then I could only barely make them out standing by the bar with a couple of guys. Reggie was gesturing and pointing at the stage. The next chance I had to look over, they were all gone and I didn't see them again the rest of the night.

"What happened with the chicks?" Ray asked as we packed up the van.

"Who knows? With babes you never know for sure?"

He chucked, shrugged his shoulders, and we moved on toward Donny's place.

The next night the Pour House was packed and we had the joint jumping from the first tune to the last. It wasn't until midway through the last set when I noticed a pair of couples come in and work themselves up to the bar. It looked like Lizzie, Reggie, and their boyfriends. The girls scarcely looked toward the stage. During one of our power ballads I looked directly at Lizzie let focused my words on her. She returned my look blankly.

When I took over the lead from Donny, I put all of the emotion I could summon into the notes wrung out of my axe. I dropped to my knees in a cheap bit of showmanship that always worked with rock and roll audiences and bent the last few bluesy notes out of the tune. I jumped back up to the microphone and thought I saw Lizzie begin to smile. I nodded her way and saw Reggie lean over and say something to her. But that was the last I saw of them. By the time we were off the bandstand and packing up we were surrounded by a handful of the local girls who did their best to help me forget about Lizzie. I couldn't help but look around one last futile time for a glimpse of her sweet heart-shaped butt and ended up going home alone.

Part 7

The next week was too busy for words seeing that it was the week before the Christmas holidays and we could hardly keep up with demand. Late on Monday when Lizzie showed up to work, she went about her business and kept in her avoidance mode. It didn't matter because I was hurrying around like a madman. Near eleven or so, I finally had a few minutes and snuck up behind her as she stood at the pie-boxing table wrapping up the days production for shipment early in the morning. The sight of her sweet ass stuffed into a tight pair of blue jeans with her apron tight around her waist was more than I could stand. I glanced to either side and could see that no one was anywhere around. So I stepped up silently behind her and slipped my hands around her waist and up to her perfect firm breasts.

"Guess who?" I whispered in her ear. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating as I pressed my body up against her backside.

"You prick! Let go of me!" she said in a strong whisper.

I slipped away and stepped to her side.

"What gives?"

She looked at me with her heavy lidded blue ices a pair of chilly ice cubes.

"You don't own me Robby!" she said. "Don't ever do that again!"

"Well, fuck you too," I said flippantly, moving off a going back to work.

Luckily I only had a few minutes left on my shift. After I had changed and stood by the door reviewing a few things with Chuck who had come in to take over for me, I noticed that Lizzie was giving me the strangest look that I couldn't figure out. Was she pissed off at me? Was she pissed off at the world or what? As I clocked out and pulled the outside door open, I heard her voice calling after me.

"Robby! Robby! Wait up!" she called out.

"What's up?" I asked pausing at the door.

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm just so confused about everything. I think Tommy is going to propose to me on Christmas but I'm not sure that's what I want. I mean, I love him and all, but I really like you and want to spend time with you but just don't know how."

"Hey, don't be sorry. We went out once and had a great time. That didn't mean it was going to happen again. Let's just leave it at that."

"You're right, Robby," she admitted. "You always are right!"

"So what do you want from me?" I asked impatiently.

"Well, I was wondering if you had any pot."

"Oh, yeah I've got some. You want a joint or something?"

"Actually, I'd like to buy a bag if you can get me one."

"What about Mr. Wonderful?"

"Tommy doesn't smoke."

"Well, sure. Give me a call."

"Maybe I'll just stop by tomorrow night."

"Whatever," I replied and slipped out the door into the cold dark December night.

I drove off and caught up with my buddies at the bar and drank hard to forget all about her. Since we weren't gigging this weekend, the band practiced all Saturday afternoon and I headed back to my place thinking I might turn in early. First an old friend of mine who had nothing else to do that night asked if he could stop by and hang out. Since I hadn't seen him in a while, I invited him over and got into the shower to clean up since I felt so grungy. Just as I was stepping out of the shower, there was a knock at the door. An old friend, who was divorced from a former band mate and whom I had dated a couple of times, was standing at the door with a bottle of wine.

"Nikki," I said pulling my robe tighter against the cold evening air. "What a surprise!"

"I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by and say hello," she said with a sly, sexy smile. "It looks like I came at the right time."

"Well, actually some friends might stop by later on," I said opening the door for her. "I was just getting ready, but you're welcome to come on in if you'd like."

"Sure. Not a problem," she replied. "Your place has always been a great hangout."

I took her coat and tossed it in the bedroom and then got dressed as she opened the wine. I rolled up a joint after putting on some music. Nikki was tall and slender with straight black hair and brown eyes as dark as night. I used to have a real thing for her following her divorce but she was hesitant to become involved with a friend of her former husband. I was still sort of puzzled as to why she would stop by out of the blue.

"So what have you been up to? Still living in Ann Arbor?"

"Yeah," she said exhaling a deep toke. "I've legally changed my name back to my maiden name. I just had to make the split final and complete. Still working at the bookstore and going to school. Just another semester till I get my degree."

"Library science was it?"

"Yeah, boring I know. But I love books, you know. I have a good chance at a job opening at the transportation institute."

"Cool."

"How's the band doing these days? I haven't seen you guys since that gig at the Nectarine Ballroom a year ago."

"We're doing okay. Playing four nights at the Red Carpet next week."

"Maybe I'll drive in to see you."

She sat in the swivel rocker beside the couch, pivoting back and forth to take the joint and pass it back. There was always an impish glint to her eyes and this evening was no different. She held the last of the joint by her fingernails; they were long and freshly painted a bright red.

"How about a shotgun?" she asked tapping off the ashes and turning the joint around.

"Sure," I replied.

She brought the joint up to her lips and placed it inside her mouth. There was always something suggestive about girls who gave you shotguns; mostly the fact that you were almost kissing to draw in the smoke and sharing some intimate space. I could hardly hold the drag in and felt the hit go right to my head. I tried to hold it as long as possible before finally exhaling with a stiff cough.

"Thanks," I blurted out with a hack. "You always gave great shotgun."

Nikki smiled. "Have you seen Rich lately?" she asked.

"Not for a couple of months or so. He was trying to put a band together and was looking for a drummer the last I heard from him. Why?"

"Just wondering," she replied.

"You seeing anybody these days?" I asked.

"Nah! I haven't been able to get into the dating thing. I went out with this one guy after you but it just didn't feel right. I keep getting hit on all the time, especially at work. I've even had to start wearing a bra cause guys were getting the wrong idea. Just because I don't wear one doesn't mean I'm loose or anything."

"Maybe they're just attracted to you. You are a good looking woman."

"I know, but when I start wearing one they stop asking me out."

"Well, we men are such simple horny creatures. What can I say?"

We laughed together and listened to the Roxy Music song playing on the stereo. Above the strains of the music I could hear the sound of a car pulling up into the driveway. When I got over to the door and opened it, there was my old buddy, Lewis, waiting on the porch.

"What's happening?" said Lewis, clutching a 12-pack of Molson's.

"How's it going?" I replied as I let him in. "Lewis, have you ever met Nikki? Nikki, this is Lewis."

"Rich's Nikki?" he asked checking her out with a quick up and down look.

"Not any more," I answered.

"The famous Rich's Nikki? I remember you telling me about her. Are you two going out or something?"

"No," I admitted. "That's all behind us. She didn't want any part of me."

"That's not true," Nikki protested. "I told you that I just couldn't go out with one of Rich's friends. Not that I didn't have a thing for you. It would just be too weird for me."

"Hey, whatever," I cracked and closed the door behind Lewis, pushing him into the room.

Lewis set about to opening up a beer and rolling a joint. We spent the better part of the next hour getting Nikki acquainted with Lewis and vice versa. Although he was a tall and hulking kind of guy, he was smart and she had always seemed more charmed by intellect than looks. She soon joined us on the couch, snuggling in between us to facilitate passing the jays that we kept rolling. I just kept our wine glasses filled. Suddenly our intimate little party was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"You expecting someone?" Lewis asked, trying to cover up his stash.

"Not really," I replied. "It is Saturday night. You never know who might show up at my door."

I opened the door to find Lizzie and her friend Reggie standing out in the cold, all a shiver.

"Hi, Robby," Lizzie said with a sheepish smile on her face.

"Come on in ladies," I said opening the door for them.

They scurried inside to the warm smoky front room.

"I think introductions are in order," I announced to the group. "Lizzie and Reggie, this is Lewis and Nikki. Lewis and Nikki this is Lizzie and Reggie."

Everyone said hello.

"I didn't mean to butt in or anything," Lizzie said, looking sort of uncomfortable. "But I thought you said it was okay to stop by for a bag."

"Yeah, sure. Why don't you let me take your coats and you can make yourselves comfortable?"

Reggie shucked her coat off quickly and handed it to me. Lizzie took her time as if she really didn't want to take it off and stay any longer than she had to, but ended up slipping it off and handing it over.

"I'll be right back," I said taking their coats to the bedroom and fetching a bag of grass out of my modest stash. When I walked back to the front room, there was Lizzie standing in the dining el looking at my wall of pictures again. Her top was clinging to her perfect breasts, which were obviously not encumbered with a bra. She was checking out my collection of Nastassia Kinski photos in particular.

"See something you like?" I asked.

"Someone you obviously like. I'm kind of fat compared to her."

"Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie!" I said shaking my head with a smile. "You have a completely different kind of beauty. And besides, you're not fat, I don't care what you think."

"You really think so?" she replied, turning toward me and arching her back out. "Tommy says I've been putting on some weight."

"I keep telling you, the guy's a fool," I said reaching my hand out to touch her cheek. "You are a pure beauty. I can't imagine what he's thinking when he says that."

"Thanks, Robby," she said shyly, her cheek becoming warm and blushing. "You're awfully sweet. Sometimes I think you're too nice for me."

"Bullshit," I said stepping closer to her, now just inches away. "I'm the bad boy, remember?" I said trying to add as much swagger to my voice as possible.

I leaned toward her to kiss her trembling lips but was interrupted as Reggie approached and passed by on her way to the bathroom.

"Is it this way?" Reggie asked with a smart-ass grin.

"Maybe we should join your party," Lizzie said, her cheeks fully flushed.

"Sure."

We re-joined Nikki and Lewis in the front room. I put on another album and waited for Reggie to come back before sitting down. Lizzie sat in the leather recliner off to the side while Reggie sat on the couch next to Lewis who was rolling another joint. Nikki had moved back to the swivel rocker. I sat next to Reggie on the couch, which put me very conveniently next to Lizzie as well. I passed the bag of pot to Lizzie.

"I think you're looking for this," I said as Reggie passed the joint to me.

"Thanks," Lizzie said. "Can you roll one up for me?"

"Okay," I replied.

After taking a hit and passing it to Lizzie, I twisted a nice tight little jay using just my fingers and the paper, and then passed it over for her inspection. She smiled as she looked it over and waited until the current one was done before lighting it up.

"Nice taste," she said trying to hold the hit in.

Her eyes popped wide open as her toke hit bottom. She exhaled with a cough.

"Good stuff" she said with a hack.

"Here, have a sip of this," I said offering her my wine glass. "Nectar of the gods!"

Lewis picked up the bottle from the coffee table and looked it over.

"September," he chortled. "A very good month!"

"Hey, I paid five bucks for that!" Nikki offered in protest.

We all laughed.

Reggie started asking me about the band and where we were playing over the next few weeks. Lizzie looked on closely but silently. When Reggie leaned toward me and her head fell against my shoulder, Lizzie got up and excused herself to the bathroom. Reggie's plaid shirt has fallen open so that the upper curves of her freckled breasts can be easily seen jiggling delectably in the white lacy cups of her bra. She rested her hand on my thigh and then realizing the position she was in, raised her glance up to my eyes. I smiled back at her trying to appear friendly, but not too much so. She returned the smile and her sparkling blue eyes narrowed. She was a pretty girl I realized, and thought for a moment how the two of them could have their way with the men at any nightclub. Just then Lizzie came back in and stood in front of me.

"I should pay you for the bag before I forget," she said coolly.

"Right," I said, jumping up from the couch. "Let's go in the dining room."

I couldn't help but notice the sway of Lizzie's heart-shaped ass as I followed behind her. There were no visible panty lines marring the sweet cheeks of her butt. I felt a twinge in my dick as I observed her swing and sway.

"How much do I owe you?" she asked very curtly.

"Well, the last time I checked, a dime bag was still ten bucks."

"Really? All this for ten dollars? Maybe I'll make you my main man."

"Well, I've been hoping about that for a while."

She held a roll of bills tightly in her hand and peeled off ten dollars worth. "Here," she said holding them out.

I took them and held them up to my lips and kissed them. "So what are you two doing tonight?" I asked.

"We're out looking," she replied.

"For drugs? A good time? A good man?"

"Maybe all of the above."

"Why don't you stick around?"

"And watch you maul my girlfriend?"

"Hey, she started it."

Lizzie took a long close look at me, her heavy lidded blue eyes trying to read what was on my mind. "Maybe we'll just get going," she said, starting to turn away.

"Come one, Lizzie," I said, reaching for her arm. "Hang around. I want you to stay."

"You want Reggie to stay."

"I said I want you to stay. I want you to stay as long as you want. I want you to want to stay all night."

"I can't do that," she replied. "I'm driving."

I moved closer to her again and reached around to cup her sweet ass.

"You can do anything, Lizzie," I said pulling her so close to me that she reached her arms up to my shoulders. "You're a young, rich, and beautiful woman. You can do or be anything you want."

I could feel her stiffness slip away as she began to melt into my embrace. Her lips lightly brushed mine and I pressed in closer to her.

"We've got to talk," she said holding me back for a moment, before kissing me again more firmly. "We really need to talk."

"Let's go in here," I said pulling her into the bedroom.

"Robby," she protested with a flirty little laugh. "You've got company."

"I thought you said you wanted to talk," I said holding her at arm's length.

"Yes, but not right this minute."

"Well, do you want to fuck instead?" I asked.

She went to say something, but paused for a moment.

"Maybe later," she said backing away. "I'm thirsty."

We rejoined the party finishing off a couple more joints and the rest of Lewis's beer. We needed to go on a beer run and no one wanted to go alone. So with a minor protest from Lizzie and Reggie, we all decided to load into Lewis's station wagon and visit the Cracker Barrel. With Lewis and Nikki in front, Lizzie and Reggie joined me in the back. When they both snuggled up to keep warm, I wrapped my arms around them and pulled them close. Reggie was more slender than Lizzie and pressed her body close beside me. Lizzie curled up inside my arm, her hands thrust down between her legs to keep warm. Reggie did likewise. Finally at the party store, we all hustled into the warmth inside. As we wandered the aisles, Nikki pulled me aside.

"You really like her, don't you," she said with a nudge to my ribs.

"It doesn't show that badly does it?"

"I'm not blind or stupid, you know. She seems nice, though kind of stuck up."

"Well, she my boss's daughter."

"Some guys will do anything to move up the corporate ladder," she remarked with a impish twinkle in her eye.

"Hey!"

Back at the house the party raged on. After the beer or glass of wine was finished, everyone was pretty well loosened up. Lizzie got up to go to the bathroom. I was ready to make that trip myself and followed her a minute or two later. I waited for her to come out. When she finally did, she looked gorgeous, her hair freshly brushed, her makeup retouched. I licked my lips as she passed by.

"All talk and no action," she hissed playfully.

I reached my arm out and looped it around her waist.

"Come here and say that," I said pulling her up to me.

She kissed me again. I ran my hand up to her breast and felt the nub of her nipple quickly tighten up. She pressed her belly up against mine as her tongue darted into my open mouth. I slipped my hand down and under her top, the warmth of her soft flesh urging my fingers to seek her other breast. Her hands slipped behind my head and her fingers clutched at my hair as if to hold me in place so she could have her way with me. She kissed and licked at my mouth hotly. After tweaking her other breast, I slid my hand down over her warm belly and down inside the waistband of her slacks. Since she wasn't wearing any panties, it was easy to slip my fingers down to her warm pussy that was already starting to get wet. My middle finger parted her downy muff and probed at the waiting lips of her pussy.

"God, you know how to push my buttons!" she gasped, pulling back from my face, but keeping her grip on my neck. "How I want to fuck you right here and now!" She took a breath and her lips sought out mine again, more hot with desire than before, ravenously seeking the pleasure of my touch.

Just then I saw Reggie come around the corner and stop dead in her tracks; she could clearly see us groping each other frantically. She paused for a moment taking in the scene bringing her hand up to her mouth. With her back to her friend, Lizzie couldn't see that we were being observed, and frankly, didn't seem to care either even if she had known. I began to retrieve my hands from inside Lizzie's clothes and Reggie made a noise. It was obvious that she was embarrassed to see us pawing each other, but then she also seemed attracted to the scene.

"Why don't you guys go someplace private," Reggie suggested.

Lizzie turned around with a start and began to straighten herself.

"That's all right," I said. "I should apologize for being so rude and not paying attention to my other guests."

"Well, if that's the way you treat your guests," she began, taking a few steps closer to us. "I'm going to be visiting a lot more often!"

I started to chuckle, and then tried to stop laughing becoming unsure of how Lizzie might feel. She only smiled.

"I'm sorry. It was all my fault," I said. "I can be such an animal."

"Well, if you don't mind my saying so," Reggie said, stepping closer. "That's just my kind of man."

Reggie stepped right up next to me and placed her hand on my cheek. She looked over to Lizzie and they exchanged one of those looks that only women understand. It was like some sort of silent communication in a code that no man could ever hope to break. Reggie then turned her eyes back to me, her hand gently caressing my cheek.

"One thing I should tell you, Robby," Lizzie said, slipping a hand around my waist. "Reggie and I share everything."

"Everything?" I asked.

"Everything!" she replied.

"How about Tommy Buddy?"

"Let's just say everything that's worth sharing," Reggie replied moving close enough to plant a light kiss on my lips. "Mmm, thanks for warming him up for me."

The two hot, young women began to push me toward the bedroom. I acted as if I were trying to hold my ground, but found myself going with the flow of their actions as they pushed and teased me into my dark bedroom. Reggie closed the door behind her as Lizzie pushed me to the bed. Reggie located the mission-styled lamp I kept on the dresser and turned it on. The room was filled with a soft warm glow.

"This is nice, Robby," Lizzie remarked with a cursory glance around the room. "Who decorated this for you?"

"I did it myself," I said proudly.

"A good looking musician who cooks, has a nice cock, and can decorate a house!" said Reggie with a smirk. "How do you find them, Liz?"

"They just find me," Lizzie replied, sitting next to me on the bed. "So what do you thing of Reggie, Robby? Do you like her?"

Reggie stood back away from the bed and began to sway seductively, almost as if dancing for the two of us.

"Well, I don't really know her at all. Just by what you've told me and talking with her tonight."

"But do you think she's pretty? Do you find her attractive?"

"Well, present company excepted, she's the prettiest girl I've seen tonight."

"Do you think she's prettier than me?"

"That's a loaded question."

"Answer my question," Lizzie said, rubbing a hand up and down my back and shoulders.

"You two each have a different kind of beauty. You're both very attractive. Reggie has the tall, slim, pretty freckled redhead look while you have the beautiful sleepy eyed blonde thing going. I couldn't choose between you two in a million years."

"What do you think, Reg?" she asked, as Reggie kept swaying to the strains of the music Lewis had put on in the front room.

"I think he's cute," Reggie replied. "And I think I'd like to fuck him. Do you mind?"

"What do you think, Robby? Would you like to fuck Reggie?"

"How do you feel about it?"

"I told you, we share everything worth sharing. I think the real question is whether you're man enough to please the both of us."

Feeling like a man who has died and gone to heaven, for a moment I could only look from one to the other and back. Liz must be playing with me, just to see if I would cheat on her or something. I broke away from her touch and got up from the bed, trying to keep my distance from Reggie.

"Hey, Lizzie. Sorry to disappoint you but I don't think he's man enough," Reggie said with a laugh.

"Wait a minute," I protested. "That's not it. Look, I really like you, Lizzie. You're beautiful and I'm mad about you, even though you're going out with that other guy. There isn't anything that I would do to hurt you. I mean the thought of you both, at the same time, is kind of mind boggling, I mean, oh shit! I don't know what I mean. This is crazy!"

"See, we've got him all flustered," Reggie said moving closer to me.

"Yeah, all hot and flustered," Lizzie said, getting up from the bed.

"Yep, just the way we like 'em!" Reggie said slipping an arm around my shoulders. "So let's see just what you've got, cowboy!"

"That's right," said Lizzie, embracing me from the other side. "It's time to get it up or shut up!"

Her hand dropped down to my crotch and grabbed at my cock and balls. The next thing I knew, Reggie had thrust her hand down there as well and they fought over who would get the best grasp. Reggie face was closest to me and she reached up to kiss me hotly and wetly. Her hand moved up over my belly and chest toward my shoulder. With the competition gone, Lizzie dropped down to her knees and began to work on my cock through my jeans. I faced Reggie and kissed her back, my hands eager to explore the warm freckled flesh under her crisp plaid shirt. Slowly I began to pry at the buttons between her breasts as each of our tongues tried to pry that of the other out of hiding.

Pulling Reggie's shirt open I took delight in the view of her pert freckled breasts jiggling in her lacy little bra. Noticing the front closure, I reached up to quickly snap it open. The cups popped off her tits and were tugged to the sides by the elastic. The rush of cool air made her rosy nipples stiffen up. I tried counting her freckles with my lips and sent my hands southward on a mission to her open up her blue jeans. Lizzie had managed to open up my jeans and pull them down to my ankles. She began to play with my cock and balls, fondling, stroking, kissing and licking them. When she had my cock fully erect she began to suck it into her mouth. This made my kisses more wild as I teased Reggie's lithe body with my lips and fingers. I had managed to open Reggie's jeans and slip a hand under her lacy white panties to finger her hot pussy. Reggie tugged my sweater up and over my head and ran her hands over my chest and shoulders, careful to finger and pinch my nipples.

Liz started kissing her way back up my belly and chest toward my neck. Reggie in turn, began to move down and kneel to take over oral duties on my rigid cock. As Lizzie was a sucker, Reggie seemed to be a kiss and licker when it came to my cock. She seemed hesitant to get it in her mouth, but got it all sloppy wet with her saliva as she kissed and licked every inch, stroking her fingers up and down the shaft. I grabbed Lizzie's sweater and pulled it up past her breasts. She raised her arms so I could tug it up over her head. She pressed her bared breasts into my adoring hands and her lips to mine. Our lips and fingers devoured each other. My hands traced a slow wandering path from her breasts down to her waist and hips pushing the waistband of her slacks down past her hips. They limply fell to her ankles and she stepped and kicked her way out of them. The sensations flowing through my body from these two ladies combined with the weed and liquor were driving me crazy with lust. Lizzie began to move into me. I couldn't keep my balance and fell onto the bed. Reggie had followed my cock and kept her lips clued around the head. Lizzie moved up onto the bed bringing her wet pussy up to my face.

"I want you to fuck me with your face!" she called out hoarsely. "You know what to do!"

With Lizzie perched over my face, I reached up and grabbed her ass and held her twat at the ideal pussy licking angle. She held her arms up, combing through her hair and tweaking her nipples. Reggie kept working on my cock, getting bolder and sucking more of it into her hungry mouth.

"I need this cock," Reggie said.

The next thing I knew was the feel of two slim thighs straddling my hips and a wet pair of pussy lips rubbing on my stiff cock. Her slim fingers reached around my shaft and directed it to her waiting twat. Although her pussy was wet, it was also very tight and it took a few good thrusts to get it inside.

"Oh, yes! Yes!" Reggie cried out. "Yeah!"

She began to hump up and down, slowly easing my cock in and out of her pussy. The feeling of her tight wet cunt working on me increased my ravenous attack on Lizzie's twat. I moaned loudly from the pleasures flowing through my body. Lizzie continued to grind her pussy on my face and I managed to stuff a couple of fingers up inside her as my tongue lashed at her clit. As I looked up at her, I could see Reggie's hands slip around and cup her friend's beautiful tits. Lizzie leaned her head back I thought I saw them kiss. After several more minutes, Lizzie rose up onto her knees and pulled her twat away from my face.

"I need the cock now," she said in a firm but hoarse voice.

They traded places, Reggie moving around to present her pussy to my waiting mouth, and Lizzie to stuff my cock in her sopping wet pussy. As they began to work their twats on me, they discovered that they were facing each other and they leaned into a little hug, their tongues flailing at each other, and their hands cupping and squeezing each other's tits. I finally had to boost Reggie's little ass up and away from my face, just to let my breath catch up. The thought crossed my mind that this would be the ideal time to have been born with two dicks, just to be able to service both of these lovely ladies at the same time. Reggie began moving toward Lizzie, pushing her backward. Lizzie pushed back, and they soon fell off to the side, wrapped in each other's arms, kissing and licking each other. Reggie's legs were open to me, her wet swollen pussy peeking out between her slender thighs. My cock couldn't resist finding a good use for it and slipped up inside her.

When I pulled at her hips to get a better entry, she rose up on her knees and I followed taking her from behind. When I pulled her back against me, this brought her face down along Lizzie's body. She sought out her friend's pussy, licking that sweet blonde twat in concert with my stroking of her own pussy.

"Oh, God!" Lizzie cried out. "Eat me, Honey!"

I pulled back out of Reggie for a moment and Lizzie wasted no time shifting around to target her friend's empty pussy. I settled in beside them on the bed, my cock remaining stiff from the sight of them tonguing each other to death. I let my hands wander over both of their bodies, tweaking their tits, rubbing their asses, feeling the swing and sway of their passion for each other. They rolled back and forth on the bed and Lizzie ended up on top. They collapsed in a writhing heap, licking and sucking each other's pussy till they both came with shuddering sweaty climaxes. The sight of Lizzie's gorgeous heart-shaped ass was more than my cock could take, and I rose up to poke at her from behind. When Reggie saw that I had entered Lizzie, she got up on all fours as well and gave me a second target to shoot for.

"Come on, Robby" she teased me. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

After some long slow deep strokes into Lizzie's amazing pussy, I pulled out and slipped into Reggie's.

"Hey, come back here!" Lizzie called out, wiggling her butt.

"Now, girls!" I said. "I've only got one cock and you have to share!"

After stroking into Reggie for a while, Lizzie had had enough.

"All right, now. My turn, Robby!"

Without missing hardly a stroke, I changed pussies. After going back and for the between them my cock and balls were ready to blow. The sweet sensations of their pussies pushed me over the edge and I could feel my balls rise up in preparation.

"I can't wait any longer!" I shouted. "I'm going to come!"

"Me! Me!" Reggie called out.

"No, me! I found him first!" Lizzie said wiggling her butt.

"No, both of you get some!" I cried as I pulled out of Reggie and pumped my cock a couple of strokes.

A strong stream of cum shot out of me and splashed onto Reggie's butt and back. I turned and hit Lizzie's ass with the next shot and tried to alternate as much as possible until my balls were empty. I rubbed my spent cock all over each of their asses and pussies before falling onto the bed, on my back, completely drained of passion and semen. They each found an arm to slip into and we snuggled closely, our spent bodies twisting together.

"Have you ever done anything that wild," I asked quietly once our breathing had settled down.

"Not me," Reggie cooed.

"No way. Uh-uh," remarked Lizzie.

"I've always wondered what an orgy is like, " said Reggie. "I never thought I'd do it, and especially with you."

"Well, it's a first for me too," I remarked.

We fell quiet for a few minutes and suddenly we could hear some suspicious sounds coming from the front room. I got up from the bed, wrapped a blanket around my naked form, and stumbled out to see what Lewis and Nikki were up to. As I tucked my head around the corner, I could see Nikki, in all her naked splendor except for her hiking boots, on her back as Lewis was humping her furiously. I felt a naked Lizzie and Reggie slip in beside me as Lewis shouted out.

"I'm coming, Baby! I'm coming!"

His body rose up and shook as he pumped load after load into her writhing wriggling body. The two impromptu lovers were surprised by the applause from their unsuspected audience, as we couldn't resist clapping at the sight.

"Oh, my god!" Nikki shouted out, trying to pull the coverlet on the couch up to cover her nakedness.

"Don't worry, honey," Lizzie said as we three moved into the room. "We're all naked too!"

"Now so this really is an orgy!" Reggie exclaimed, her face flush with excitement.

With our libidos sated, our little group sat around naked and blew a couple more joints and finished the beer sometime in the wee hours. It was nearly dawn when Lizzie and Reggie took off. Nikki and Lewis ended up spending the night together on my couch.

Part 8

It was after midnight the following week. Lizzie had been cool and distant at work and had taken the night off for a big date with Tommy. Meanwhile, I had stopped by Donny's house on the way home from the bakery to work on a couple of songs he and I were writing. But when I pulled up in the drive, I could see Lizzie's little blue Mustang in the driveway. She got out of her car when she saw me pull up. The collar of her overcoat was pulled up high around her neck.

"What's up?" I asked as she ran up to me.

"I have to see you," she said, joining me on the walk up to the porch.

"Shit! It's cold out here," I said with a shiver. "Let's go inside."

As I held the door open for her, I could see that she had been crying; her eyes were red and her makeup was a mess. No sooner had I closed the door behind me then she was throwing her arms around me, pressing her body up against mine. I could feel her body shake as she began to cry.

"Oh, Robby!" she cried softly. "Hold me close!"

"What's the matter?" I asked, returning her embrace.

"Just hold me tight!" she replied.

So I did, my arms gently wrapped around her body until her sobbing stopped. She composed herself and backed away from me, slipping out of my embrace. She patted me on the chest and let her head droop down.

"So are you going to tell me what's going on?" I said reaching for a tissue.

She raised her teary eyes up to me and I dabbed at the corners.

"Tommy and I are through," she said. "Finished. He broke up with me tonight. Our date tonight was just a big setup so that he could let me down easy."

"Why for?" I asked, trying to sound caring and sincere when inside I was jumping up and down with joy. "I thought you guys were going to get married."

"So did I," she said, her voice becoming clearer as her tears subsided. She turned away from me and walked over by the couch. "But he says he's not ready, that he wants to see other people, travel with his friends, do a bunch of shit without me!"

"Maybe you're better off without him," I commented. "You ever think of that?"

"All the time," she said, turning back to face me. "That's when I think about you and that's why I'm here tonight."

"You want something to drink?"

"Yeah, anything strong."

I took a look in the liquor cabinet in the dining room and pulled out an old bottle of Crown Royal that I had been saving. After pulling the bottle from the royal blue bag I grabbed a couple of glasses and rejoined Lizzie. She had slipped off her overcoat and taken a seat on the couch. She was wearing a cute little wraparound dress, black and dotted with little embroidered red roses, and she looked stunning. The wrap of her dress formed a deep vee down between her breasts, and left a slit along the side that showed off her long legs and sheer black stockings. What is there about blonde women wearing black, I asked myself. She dabbed at her eyes as I took a seat beside her on the couch and poured us each a couple fingers of whiskey.

"You look terrific tonight, Lizzie," I said handing her a glass.

"Thanks."

"Here's to you, kid," I said trying to affect Bogart but probably sounding stupid.

We clinked glasses and she managed a smile as she looked at me and tossed down half of her glass. Here beside me was this beautiful blonde woman, dressed in black, drying the tears from her clear blue eyes, her hair was tousled about her face, and I knew that I would have done anything for her.

"Have you got anything stronger?" she asked before slugging down the rest of her glass.

"This is the best booze I've got," I said taking a second sip from my own glass.

"I meant something else," she said. She took the bottle and began to pour herself another shot. "May I?"

I nodded. "What do you have in mind? A joint or something?"

"I don't know," she said taking just a sip this time. "I thought that maybe you might have some coke or something. You are a musician after all."

I chuckled at her little joke and remembered that vial of white powder in my stash box.

"My reputation precedes me, huh?" I laughed, knocking down another sip of whiskey. "I might have a little something. Let me check."

I excused myself and went to my bedroom to retrieve the vial. I knew the danger of snorting narcotics from the experience of a couple of former band mates and had managed to keep myself pretty clean. But there were special occasions when a little toot of coke could be very pleasurable. Maybe that's what Lizzie was looking for, I thought to myself as I returned. She had gotten up from the couch and was checking out my practice amp and guitar.

"You're in luck," I said holding up the vial.

"Oh, Robby!" she cried out. "I knew you would come through for me!"

We sat at the couch and I tapped out a couple of small piles on the glass atop the coffee table. I pulled out a twenty-dollar bill, rolled it up, and handed it to Lizzie. She took it and eagerly snorted up the first pile. When she looked back up to me, I gestured to her that the other was hers if she wanted.

"This is good stuff, Robby," she said before sniffing the other pile of coke. "Oh, yeah!" She chased it down with another sip of whiskey. "Aren't you going to join me?"

"Maybe later," I said. "Coke gets me too horny."

"Thanks, Robby," she said with a pretty smile. She looked at me closely, extending her gaze deep into my eyes. "I'm so glad that I know you. You've been something else to me lately, maybe too good. Sometimes I can't get you out of my mind."

"So am I the reason Tommy wanted to break up with you?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Maybe it's just me."

"Well, I know there's nothing wrong with you, Lizzie," I said, taking another sip of whiskey. "And I'm glad you came by to see me."

Her face was so close to mine, I could feel her breath. Her heavy lidded eyes were still wet with tears. Her mouth was open and inviting. I took a deep breath and stood up to move away from her, picking up my acoustic guitar, sitting on my rickety old stool, and strumming idly.

"Are you going to play something for me?" she asked.

"There's this new tune I've been working on with Donny," I said with a shrug as I picked out the melody. "It's called 'Starlight'."

As I played the tune through, I could see her listening avidly, her eyes closing for a minute as her head swayed from side to side. When I finished, her eyes opened.

"That's really nice," she cooed. "Are you guys playing out this weekend?"

"Yeah, down at Nunzio's in Allen Park," I said. "You ought to come down."

"Maybe I will," she said getting up and moving over to stand in front of me,

I set the guitar down and stood up.

"I wrote that song about you, Lizzie," I said.

She smiled broadly, her eyes lighting up for the first time all night. She slipped her arms around me and moved her lips closer for a kiss. I could feel the warmth of her body through the cloth of her dress. As my hands moved over her back, I could feel the straps of a little bra. As they neared her waist, I could feel a garter belt and a tiny pair of panties. I pictured her dressing up for Tommy Buddy, maybe in anticipation of some lovemaking, and here I am maybe turning into the lucky one.

"Nobody's ever done that for me," she said looking lovingly into my eyes. "But then nobody has ever done what you do to me."

Our lips met again, a light, brushing kiss that escalated quickly into a grinding deep wet kiss. Her lips were full and wet and her tongue drew mine out to play. She pressed her body up against me; I could feel her stiffening nipples pressing up against me through our clothes; I'm sure she could feel my erection pressing up against her belly.

"So what are we going to do about it?" I asked her as our hands found their way all over each other.

"I want to do what ever you want," she said, kissing me again and again.

"Anything?"

"Oh, God, Robby! There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you right here and right now," she replied as her hands found their way under my turtleneck sweater. "I want you to have your way with me, anyway you want!"

My hands reached up to cup her breasts firmly feeling her stiff nipples press up against my palms the soft material of her dress and the lace of her bra.

"Are you saying that because you want me to do anything?" I asked, slipping my other hand down to cup her ass. "Or is it because you don't think I'll do something crazy?"

"All I know is the way you make me feel," she said between strong wet kisses. "I never feel so alive as when we're together."

"All right," I said, moving both hands up to her waist and drawing my fingers around to the front. I toyed with the bow as if I was going to open it, but instead let my fingertips dance up the folds of cloth, up between her breasts, now touching her skin, feeling the electricity of her arousal crackle beneath my touch. Her breathing increased and the folds of her dress opened farther baring more of her soft skin and little black lacy bra. The sweet upper curves of her breasts jiggled with delight.

"Come with me," I said, taking her hand. I scooped up my vial of coke and led her off to the bedroom. She followed close behind, grabbing my shoulder to keep close behind. I paused just inside the bedroom door, brought her to me and kissed her tenderly. She melted into my warm embrace, but I pulled away. "I want you to strip for me," I commanded. "Not just take your clothes off, but strip, slow and sexily."

"But I never," she started to say with a surprised look on her face, but then went on, "I don't know how."

"Every woman knows how. You like to dance don't you? I've seen you work on the dance floor, Lizzie. Dance like you did a couple weeks ago at the Pour House, only this time take your clothes off as you do."

She smiled as if remembering her little dance for me and then slowly started to sway her hips back and forth, getting her legs and shoulders into it as well. Her fingers played with the bow on her dress, pulling the strings slowly out of their knot until it was just her fingers holding it together. She let them fall and her dress began to open up revealing the dainty black lace of her lingerie that lay beneath. She began to spin around once then twice and then a third time. With each spin, the dress became looser until it fanned out from her shoulders like a dark set of wings. With her back to me she eased it off her shoulders letting it fall very slowly toward the floor. I leaned back upon the chest of drawers so that I could see her reflection in the mirror over the dresser. Our eyes met in the reflection and she smiled.

"That's it!" I said as the dress fell to the floor. "Very nice."

She picked up the dress and fanned it out hiding her body from me, then slowly revealing it again. She draped it over the chair by the window and began to play with her bra then her panties, pulling at them, tugging at them, showing me flashes of skin and then taking it away. And she said she didn't know how, I thought to myself. Bullshit! She knew how to turn a man on and she was doing it to me. With her back to me, she began to fiddle with her bra clasp, finally getting it to pop apart. She held the cups to her breasts as she turned around, slipping the straps off one shoulder, then the other, and finally letting the little thing fall away from her body. She slowly raised her arms up over her head, her hands combing through her hair, her pale white body and breasts on perfect display for me. Her hands drifted down to her breasts touching herself, teasing her nipples to attention. All the while her hips were swaying back and forth. She kicked at the bra with her foot, flipping it in my direction. I reached down and picked it up from the floor, holding it to my nose to breath in the sweet scent of her perfume.

She ran her hands over her ass, then turned around and slipped her fingers into the crotch of her panties, careful to bring a fingertip up to her mouth to suck on it. She played with her panties, pulling them up tight into the delicious cracks of her ass and pussy, then let them snap back down into place. With her back to me, she leaned over and slowly began to ease them off, past her hips to her knees, then down to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she twirled them around on a finger as she turned around to face me again. She was close enough to me now that I could reach out and grab them from her, to give them the same treatment I gave the bra. This time I was treated to the scent of her warm wet womanhood and her perfume.

"There's a future for you in show business, kiddo," I said.

She laughed and began to work on the garter belt.

"You can stop right there," I said, reaching out to rest my hand on hers. "It's time for me to turn you on." I pulled the covers down and maneuvered her over onto the bed. "I think you'll like this."

I spread her out on the bed and grabbed some neckties from the closet.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and a bit of fear.

"Can't you see?" I began to say as I tied a loop loosely around her wrist and the other end to the bedpost. "I'm going to tie you up."

The fear in her eye grew as I reached for her other wrist and began to secure the loop.

"Robby, I don't think I want to do this."

"Look, Lizzie. You have nothing to fear because I'm into pleasure, not pain. I will never do anything to hurt you. Ever! Okay?"

She nodded as I knotted the other end to the bedpost. I stood up from the bed and examined my handiwork thus far. She looked fearfully helpless sprawled across my bed. I thought that I might tie her legs but decided against it when I had another idea. I picked up the vial of coke from the chest of drawers and sat beside her on the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"I think I'm ready for this now," I said, spooning a little out onto the taut nipple of each breast. They jiggled delightfully. Leaning over, I squeezed her breasts together, placed my nose between them and snorted the coke. To make sure I got it all, I circled each breast with my tongue to lick each nipple clean. She arched her back, pressing her tits into my mouth as I sucked them into my mouth.

"Oh, God Robby!" she called out as her body quivered. "Oh, God!"

I drew my kisses down along her belly, skipping over the garter and down to her pussy. I thought she was going to lift her entire body up from the bed to press her sex into my face. It didn't take long for her to come once I started licking her pussy and sucking on her hard little clit. With two then three fingers up her cunt, and my tongue and lips flailing at her clit, Lizzie began to quake and shake the bed.

"God Dammit, Robby!" she swore loudly as she bucked her hips upward to me. "You mother fucker! Oh fucking eat my pussy!"

She was getting close to a big orgasm when I eased myself back and stood up from the bed.

"What are you doing!" she cried out.

"I think maybe you'll like this," I said calmly moving out from the room.

"Robby! Robby!" she cried.

I stepped back into the room holding a bottle of body oil.

"What are you doing, Robby?"

"Just relax, Baby," I said in a soothing voice.

I poured a bit out onto a palm and rubbed my hands together to warm the oil. I then began to spread it on her breasts, rubbing it into her flesh, feeling her nipples grow even harder as I lovingly caressed them. With another handful, I began to rub it on her belly and twat, my fingers making sure each part of her exposed flesh received my attentions.

"Oh, God, Robby!" she called out as my fingers worked in and out of her pussy. "You're driving me crazy!"

I got up from the bed and stood beside her looking down at her writhing and wiggling from the sensations flowing through her body. I pulled my turtle neck off over my head, unfastened my jeans, and stepped out of them. My cock was nearly fully erect and she opened her mouth and licked her lips.

"Not yet, Baby," I said. "You might want some of this first."

I reached for the vial and tapped out the last of the coke onto the head of my dick. When I eased myself onto the bed bringing my cock close to her face, she tried to bring her head up from the pillows. With my help, it wasn't hard for her to sniff the dust off my dick. She let her head fall back to the pillows as she snuffed it deep inside her nose.

"I think you missed some," I said climbing up onto the bed and straddling her.

She eagerly licked the residue from me and began to suck my cock inside her hot wet mouth. I moved up farther so that she could feast on my fully erect cock. I've often thought that no woman can give a blowjob like one who has just snorted some cocaine and Lizzie did nothing to prove me wrong. Even with her hands tied up and away she hoovered my dick, sucking and licking and kissing me wildly until I finally pulled myself back and rubbed my cock on her oily tits. She wasn't big enough to really go Dutch, but there was enough flesh to bring both of us farther along. I slipped down along her body, bringing my cock down to her waiting pussy.

"Robby, fuck me," she called out. "You are going to fuck me aren't you?"

"Oh, yeah, Darling. Are you ready?"

"Oh, yeah! I'm ready!"

I slipped my cock up and down along the slit of her pussy, so wet and hot and willing. She tried to thrust her hips upward to ram me inside, but I kept moving so that the head rested tucked just inside her wet lips. I grabbed my cock and rubbed it up and down again several times. She moaned and sighed and kept trying to thrust herself onto me. I brought myself to a kneeling position between her wide-open legs and reached down to grab her hips and boost her ass upward, bringing her pussy to dick level.

"God Dammit, Robby!" she cried again and again. "Fuck me, please! I need your cock, Robby! Fuck me!"

The sight of this beautiful pale blonde woman made me shiver. I could no longer hold back and tease her. With every muscle of my body tensing, I pushed forward against her and pressed my cock deep inside her waiting body in one smooth quick move that caught us both by surprise. Very slowly I pulled back out of her, feeling her wet pussy clench against me tightly. And very slowly I again moved inside of her beginning a series of long slow strokes that brought a thrilling tingling to me that I had never felt. She was so hot and willing and I was so hard, it was only another minute or two before I was prone on top of her, pressing the entire length of my body against hers, her legs hooked up around my hips, her face awash with passion, her heavy lidded eyes flickering with each sigh that escaped her lips.

"Oh, Robby!" she moaned. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

She lay back on the bed pulling harder and harder against the neckties, struggling to pull herself free. As I pushed myself up again and began to fuck her with long hard strokes, I could see her body tighten up. She tried to rise up from the sheets, her wet oily body thrashing about wildly. Her cries came harder and faster and dirtier. Then she fell back on the bed and she shrieked a crazy cry of passion. Her breasts twitched and tossed and her eyes closed tightly.

"Oh, my God! Robby! Oh! God! Oh!"

As her body began to relax, I leaned forward and undid the neckties from her wrists. She immediately brought her arms down and wrapped them around me.

"You fucking Bastard!" she cried out in a voice shaking almost with laughter. "My God, you Bastard!"

We embraced with my stiff cock still inside her and she pulled my face down for a kiss. She ran her hand over my cheek and looked up at me, a deep long lingering look. I began to move against her pussy again and she responded.

"You just don't give up, do you?" she said with a womanly giggle. "Here let's do this."

She pushed me upward and as I rose she got herself up and turned around onto all fours. My cock needed no further encouragement as her wonderful ass presented itself. My cock found her pussy open and ready. With my hands clutching her hips, we back slowly but quickly escalated into a furious bout of fucking. Her ass slapped back against my belly and hips, my hands explored the soft oily skin of her back and shoulders, her belly and breasts. I thought she would explode when my fingertips grazed her clit. Soon she had slumped down, her cheek pressed down onto the pillows. As my strokes came faster and more furious, she began to collapse down onto the bed. I pressed myself into her, my belly pushing into the cheeks of her ass.

"Oh, Robby! My, God!" she cried, wriggling as I clutched at her shoulders pulling my cock deeper and deeper into her.

Suddenly I felt it begin to come to me, the boiling surge up from deep inside me, the hot cum moving up through every part of its path. One quick blast followed by another huge one. I grunted and lunged into her. Again and again I felt myself cum inside her until there was nothing left. My cock didn't want to stop, but I needed to catch my breath. We collapsed together in a heap, shifting around so that we could wrap our arms around each other and look at each other's face.

"Oh, Baby," I whispered. "I've been dreaming about that for days."

"You are a terrific lover!" she said, her hand caressing my cheek.

We lay there for several minutes holding each other closely, whispering sweet compliments, and sharing a small laugh. I must have dozed off to sleep for a while for the next thing I knew I was waking up and the house was strangely silent. I looked over to my side and saw Lizzie sprawled on the bed, her naked body open and spread. My hands could not resist the temptation of her pale supple body. I tenderly touched her breasts, teasing her nipples to attention. My hand wandered down the gentle rolling curves of her belly, past the little blonde muff to the sticky slit below. She moaned and began to stir as my fingers rubbed her up and down.

"Mmm, baby," she moaned as her head turned toward me. "Mmm, yeah ,baby."

Suddenly her eyes opened and she sat up with a start. Her hands flew up to her breasts, as she looked around the room startled to wake up with me. I pulled my hand up from her pussy and let it rest on her hip.

"My God, what time is it?" she asked.

"Either too late or too early, Babe," I replied sleepily.

Her eyes came to rest on my face and a dreamy look came to her eyes.

"Was I dreaming, or did we just fuck each other silly?" she asked.

"I don't know. Maybe it was a dream," I said softly. "Maybe we should do it again just to make sure it was real."

"You, bastard!" she said, rolling over on top of me and bringing her body to straddle mine.

Her pussy rubbed on my cock and woke him up as well. Soon she had brought up an erection and slipped her pussy onto it, riding me with a fresh urgency toward another of her great orgasms. After that she spun around and rode me backwards, letting me enjoy the wonderful view of her backside rising and falling against my belly. She saw the oil beside the bed and poured some onto her hand and began to rub her clit with her oily fingers. She bounded up and down on my belly, frantically frigging her clit, tweaking her breasts, and ramming every inch of my cock deep inside her. I could feel the oil dripping down onto my balls. She rose up letting my cock fall out of her pussy and slap down onto my belly. She rubbed it with her oily hands, pouring out more oil and rubbing it on me.

For a moment I thought she was going to continue with her hand but climbed up to straddle me again, holding my stiff oily cock upward. Slowly she lowered herself down to me, angling my cock backward, away from her pussy and toward her anus. She moved her ass up and down rubbing me between her cheeks. With a bit more determination, she placed the head at the opening to her ass, as pressed down against me. With a grunt, she pushed herself down forcing my cock barely inside her ass.

"Come on, Baby," she cried out trying to work more of me inside her tight little asshole. "You can do this, Baby!"

With another push she was down and my cock was up inside her finally. Working slowly at first, she began to bounce up and down atop me. A broad sexy smile erupted on her face as she saw the sensation her tight ass produced in me. As the feelings grew, she began to bounce faster and faster, stroking my cock with her tight little ass. She began to breathe heavily and deeply, shifting her position from one side to the other, leaning forward then back. I pulled her down to me for a kiss and rolled her over.

Once I had her on her back, I pulled her legs around and pressed them up toward her shoulders, bending her up like a pretzel. She sprawled back on the bed, her arms above her head, watching as I held her by the legs and started to fuck her ass deeply. When she seemed to dry up a bit, a few drops of oil helped to slicken things up again and we were off and fucking. It didn't take long for me to reach my peak. Her head rolled from side to side as I hammered into her ass. When I felt myself begin to come, I pulled my cock out and stroked myself shooting my cum onto her belly and as far up as her tits.

"Oh, Baby!" she cried as her hands rubbed the cum into her oily sweaty skin. "Oh, Baby! That feels so wild!"

After I had squeezed out the last drops, I slipped down onto the bed beside her and we soon fell back into a deep slumber. I don't remember who had gotten up to pull some covers over us, but when we awoke it was broad daylight and Lizzie was warm and snuggling close beside me.

Part 9

It was after midnight, two nights later. A steady early winter snow had been coming down all evening. She looked so cute standing on my porch in a heavy raincoat, vainly holding a hand over her head to fend off the snow. When I let her inside, she wouldn't let me take her coat. Perhaps she had another surprise for me.

"So to what do I owe the honor tonight?" I asked, filling up a second glass of wine.

Her hand fiddled with the belt tied snugly around her waist.

"Do you remember what we talked about the other night?" she asked as she sort of paced back and forth.

"We talked about our bullshit day at work and where the band is playing this weekend."

"But what else did we talk about?"

"I remember something about, 'oh, baby, I love the way you do that to me,' or something along those lines."

"That's about right," she said stopping her pacing. "That's about all we talked about. Nothing about feelings or anything of substance was there?"

"We were so busy fucking, there wasn't much time, Babe."

"But I stayed the whole night and all we did was do drugs and have sex."

"And they were good drugs and great sex if I remember correctly."

"They were terrific, Especially the sex."

"So what is the problem?" I said getting up to slip my arms around her. "What's bothering you, Babe?"

"Oh, Robby," she said tilting her head back to look directly up at my eyes. "I don't know. I'm not the smartest girl around. I really had a great time the other night. When I got home later on, I never ever felt so alive. Then yesterday, I started feeling low. I didn't see you at all and I wanted you so badly."

"So is my girl suffering from withdrawal from the Robby Drug?" I asked, swinging her about so that my legs pressed into the folds of her raincoat.

"That's not funny," she said, trying not to laugh, and breaking away from my grasp. "I just started thinking about us, Robby. How there are only one or two things we ever do. And believe me, I like doing them, but there's got to be more than sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll. Isn't there?"

"You're right," I said, feeling a bit chastened. "We do seem to have a jag going here. What are you looking for?"

"Maybe some talk about how you feel," she said, looking back at me, her arms crossed over her chest. "How you feel about me."

"You want to know how I feel about you?" I asked, trying not to sound like a smart-ass, but I knew I'd better be careful. Just be honest, I thought. "I am very fond of you, Lizzie. I wake up thinking about you. I go to sleep thinking about you. I fall into fits of jealousy when you're with Tommy Buddy. How's that for starters?"

"You're fond of me?" she said defiantly. "We screw seven ways from Sunday and you're fond of me?"

"Look, Lizzie," I said trying to get my arms around her. "I am crazy about you. Ever since I first saw you, I've been nuts about you."

"And you get jealous?"

"Oh, man! Do I?"

"Well, don't worry about that. I don't think Tommy will be much of a factor from now on."

I slid up next to her and pulled her close. Although she put her hands up to my chest to protect herself, her hands ended up wandering up to my shoulders and around to the back of my neck. I tilted her face up toward mine and gazed down into her clear blue eyes.

"There are such strong feelings inside of me, especially when it comes to you, that I'm not sure what they're all about," I said calmly. "Until I get them sorted out I know that you're here, and I want to stay as close to you as I can."

I leaned down to kiss her fully on the lips. Her fingers raked the back of my neck as I slipped my arms around her. I pulled her up close to me and reached down to cup her ass, pulling her closer yet.

"Oh, Robby! You feel so good to me!" she whispered as I kissed her on the neck and nibbled at her ear lobe.

I decided to let her take the lead tonight, and settled back. When she kissed me, I was right there kissing her back. When she rubbed her hands on my shoulders, I embraced her with all the feelings I had. When she broke free, I let her go. She took a sip of wine and started pacing again, not quite as nervous as before.

"So did you bring me another surprise tonight?" I asked, toying with the belt that held her raincoat closed.

"Maybe I did, and maybe I didn't. What do you think?"

"I think you're being a tease," I admitted.

"I can be a tease, can't I?' she laughed.

Grabbing the belt and pulling it free she opened up her raincoat and spread it wide to reveal that she was stark naked underneath. Her proud, pert little breasts pointed their taut little nipples outward and upward. Her supple belly of curves and valleys quivered in anticipation of my touch, her long legs were spread showing off her freshly trimmed pussy. Slipping the coat from her shoulders, she strolled over to me, dressed only in her tall boots, her body undulating with the wiggles that could bring most any man to his knees. Placing her hands on the sides of my face, she lowered her head toward mine.

"Only, this ain't no tease, Baby, " she said, her voice sounding thick and husky. "This is the real thing!" She settled her naked body onto my lap, her arms flowing about my shoulders. Her lips found mine and she brushed against me lovingly. "Robby," she cooed. "Robby, I don't want you to fuck me. I want you to make love to me."

And I did. I kissed her gently and touched her the same, gliding my fingers over her soft breasts with the taut nipples, her smooth shoulders, and the soft curves of her back. I kissed nearly every part of her my lips could reach. She slipped from my lap and lay back onto the couch, watching closely as I stood and removed my clothes. She pulled me down to her and we took our time, kissing and touching until she guided me inside her wet willing pussy. There seemed no urgency in her movements, nor was there any in mine. Our bodies melted into each other, and we became as one, intertwined on the couch.

"Oh, Robby, just like this! I love this!" she said softly as my cock worked in and out of her luscious pussy.

We rolled around so she could be on top. When I reached up to cup her breasts, she made that little tell tale moan. Back and forth we went, top to bottom and back again until she was reclining on her back, leg pulled up so she could see my cock pushing into her.

"Oh, yes! Robby!" she cried out, as her body shook time and again.

There seemed to be all the time in the world for us to make love and I didn't want it to stop. But the sight of her pale blonde body, writhing and wriggling, her breasts bobbing, and the feel of her tight wet pussy worked me to an orgasm that would not be denied. I held her shoulders and thrust deeply into her, feeling each stroke, each spurt shoot off until I fell onto her and felt our trembling bodies merge. We kissed and held each other and cooed little compliments into each other's ear. But she didn't want to remain cuddling for long. She slipped up from beside me and moved into a sitting position. She pulled out a cigarette from her purse.

"Robby," she said coolly, lighting the cigarette and holding it in an awkward, dangling way. "I have something to tell you."

"What's that, Babe?" I said getting up to sit nest to her, swinging my arm around her waist.

"We've gotta stop meeting like this," she sniffled as a tear wandered down her cheek. "It just can't go on."

"Why? What do you mean?"

"Being with you is just too intense for me, Robby," she said, her shoulders starting to quiver. "I just can't stand it. You make me tremble and shake and I feel things that I never knew existed. I try things with you that I would never otherwise think of in a million years. I thought I had my life all figured out. I'd marry Tommy, we'd have a couple of kids and live in this big house in the suburbs with a pool and a dog and the whole shot. Then you came along and I haven't been the same since. You've opened up a side of me that I didn't know existed and now I can't close it up. I can't see you anymore, Robby. I just can't see you anymore."

"Wait, what did I do Babe?"

"Nothing. It's not you. It's me."

"That bit always means that it is me."

"Maybe it is a little bit of you. But when I'm around you, I can't control myself. There isn't anything that I wouldn't do with you, or for you. Like that business with Reggie. For Christ sakes, I was having sex with another woman! My best friend! We never did anything like that before, and now she won't talk to me. And the other night, I can't believe I was begging you to fuck me. I was begging for you. God, I'm supposed to be my daddy's good little girl and I'm such a slut begging for the most disgusting things!"

She brought a hand up to her face and began to sob, her whole body shaking uncontrollably. I took the cigarette from her hand and tossed it into the ashtray.

"Oh, God, Lizzie! I had no idea that you felt this way. I thought it was you spurring me on to all of this. I thought I was the one just going along for the ride."

"I need to get away, Robby. Far, far away from all of this."

She grabbed up her raincoat and quickly slipped it on and darted out the door into the storm. I pulled on my long woolen overcoat to cover my naked body and caught her on the porch, grabbing her arms and pulling her to me.

"Don't go!" I shouted as the snow settled onto her hair and shoulders. "We can work this out. Goddammit, Lizzie! I'm in love with you!"

We embraced, her body trembling, her tear-stained face pressed against my shoulder, washed clean by the snow melting on her cheeks.

"I love you too, Robby. I love you so much!"

She leaned up and kissed me. I held onto her so tightly that I could feel her heart beating like a hammer; our steaming breath commingled in the falling snow.

"That's why I have to go away. Far, far away."

She pushed away from me, pulled her raincoat tightly around her body as she plunged off the porch, and ran off to her car. From what I could tell, she didn't even look back and wave. She just peeled out from the driveway and sped off through the snow and out of my life.

Part 10: Epilogue

And that was the last time I saw Lizzie. All they said at work was that she had moved away to attend school out of state. My boss, Ralph, never said a word, so I figured he didn't know what happened, but he did give me a few quizzical looks. I was re-introduced to her father and they all tried to get me interested in a permanent position with management potential. I thought it over but had to turn them down. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, but I knew that this wasn't it. Lizzie's old man never looked at me twice afterwards but I didn't really give a shit.

The twenty years since that snowy spring night when Lizzie vanished from my life have flown past. I survived and moved on to other things. I later quit the band and eventually ended up with a good paying day job. I got married and had a couple of beautiful children. Just recently we had moved into a new house in a great neighborhood. It's a bit upscale maybe, but a neat, older town nonetheless with great old Victorian houses and a cute little grocery store downtown. And so there I was wheeling my cart through, picking up some odds and ends to fill up an empty cupboard, when I turn this corner and run into a cart being pushed by a woman with short blonde hair. I whispered a quick apology but took a second look and knew right on the spot who it was. The heavy-lidded clear blue eyes, the narrow shoulders, and the pert little breasts. I also couldn't help but notice the huge rock on her left hand.

"Hello, Liz," I said timidly.

She paused for a moment seemingly unable to place me.

"I'm sorry," she said with a polite little smile and a vacant look in her eye. "Do I know you?"

"A long time ago. Remember, Robby Scott!" I said trying to put on my most charming smile.

Then I realized then that I no longer had the sun streaked long hair halfway down my back, nor the Fu Manchu mustache. For a moment she looked at me with a blank, unrecognizing stare. Her mouth opened as if she was about to say something, but then she caught herself. She raised her hand up to her mouth and for a second I thought she was going to cry.

"Oh, my God! It's you!" she cried out loud. "My God, Robby! It's you!"

Her shoulders were shaking. She bit her lip.

"You look terrific, Lizzie. How have you been?"

She took a couple of moments to recover her composure. The other customers passing by must have wondered what the hell was going on. I moved my cart closer to hers so that we could talk. Even up close she still looked beautiful. The years had been easy on her. She would have to be forty now, maybe forty-two and looked ten years younger, maybe a bit broader in the rear, but with the same wonderful breasts, still unsupported just as she had preferred back then, her taut nipples pressing out against the light blue T-shirt. In those brief moments the torrents of emotion came flooding back inside me, and I was a love struck twenty-something all over again.

"I've been fine, Robby," she said finally, her voice still husky but with a dense maturity that only age can bring. "Well, okay, actually. And you?"

"I'm doing all right. We just moved onto Ring Street this past weekend and I was just taking my first tour of the neighborhood grocery."

"I can't believe it's you," she remarked, her hand passing through her short blonde hair as she tilted her head up to look at me. "After all these years."

"It has been a while, hasn't it?"

We chatted for several more minutes comparing notes on the number and ages and schooling level of our children. She seemed impressed when I told her about my job; she was a stay at home mom. Neither of us said a word about our spouses, and for a moment, then two, we stood close together, our eyes locked on one another. I could see the questions welling up in her eyes, questions that she didn't want to ask; I could see the apprehension too, anticipating the answers that she didn't want to hear. And I must have looked much the same, wondering what had happened, what had gone so wrong, how had she gotten on with her life, and what miracle had brought us together now, at this point in our lives. I could feel the old connection, dormant yet undying and knew--I just knew--that I would see her again. And especially so since we had kids in the same grade at the same school.

"So, maybe I'll see you around?" I ventured. "Parents Club or PTA or scouts or something."

A momentary look of panic crossed her face only to be quickly replaced by a smile; not unlike those I remembered seeing those many years before.

"Yeah, perhaps so," she said, breaking into her cool, elegant ageless smile. "That would nice, Robby!"

And I knew at that moment the next time it definitely would be!