I had not intended to meet Yvette. As a matter of fact, I should never have meet her. I should not have wound up in the emergency room but that's how fate works, I guess.

I had a small diving accident. I'm not a diver but I was showing off for a woman poolside which is hard to do when your big skill is swimming fast. It would be easier to just tattoo a silver metal to my chest. Anyway, I cracked my head on the board and knocked myself out. So they tell me. I remember looking down and thinking 'this will get her attention' and then waking up to see my panicked mother's face. Right after I woke up, it seemed, everything happened. Doctors came in, nurses, Alex - laughing - and food services. She came in with the tray, saw the crowd and left. I saw her face very briefly and sent Alex to get her and bring her back.

Best decision of my life.

She was stunning. Ebony skin, beautiful face, chest like a mountain range, ass to match. She worked at the hospital as a work/study but her real field was psychology. I told her she could analyze me anytime. She rolled her eyes.

They only kept me overnight for observation. So I wound up coming back three times before she finally gave me her number. I confess, my whole objective was getting her in bed. Just talking to her got me hard. She made me work for every kiss, for every inch of skin she let me touch.

Finally, after three months of wining and dining and being on my best behavior, she told me she was celibate. I told her I didn't care. Which was more or less true. By then, I knew I was falling in love with her.

I told her the truth - mostly - that I had a lover 'back home' and while we occasionally had sex when I was there, the relationship was definitely not a committed sort of thing. She was not pleased.

"You want to be a therapist, right?" I was trying to be calm, rational.

"So?"

"OK, so, analyze this: My - friend - is not about sex. It's discipline. Not like B & D sort of…" I catch myself, "OK, maybe a little but it's uh - uh - uh thing between us. Since we was kids really." I gave up. It wasn't going to make any sense without all of it. "I'm gonna tell you some things that nobody else knows. I don't know how you're gonna take it but -" I took a deep breath, "If I love you, I have to trust you."

Her expression softened a bit, "You can tell me anything."

I hoped that was true. I told her everything. How it started. Why. How I felt when I controlled Alex. How I felt making love to him. One confession led to the next and I told her about all the girls too - Trina, Michelle, Melissa. Even Ryan. Even Beth. Everything.

When I finished, I felt drained and she looked more than a little stunned. "I'm gonna take off now." I said. She didn't stop me. I figured that was the end of it.

Two days later she called me. "How much of that little fairy tale is true? Any of it?"

"All of it."

"So, you are telling me that you are a dominant, bi-sexual, incestuous, sadomasochist with an oral fetish?"

Put that way, it almost sounded silly. "Sadist only. I have no tolerance for pain myself."

"Don't be cute." She sighed deeply. "Can I meet you for dinner?"

She came over; I cooked. We talked, mostly about what I told her. Then she opened up and told me why she was celibate. The abuse. The rape. I left the room when she finished and returned with refreshed drinks. It was the first time I understood impotent rage.

"You're not saying anything." She said softly.

After a minute I replied, "Please make very sure that I never meet this uncle."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not sure I won't try to kill him."

"You don't need to be so…"

"I'm not being anything but honest. I meet him, Yvette, so help me, I'm droppin' him like uh bad habit an' throwin' him in the bay. You know how long it takes ta find a body in the Chesapeake?"

"No."

"They don't. Body drifts out ta' the 'Lantic Ocean. If it don't get eaten first." She looked more than a little shocked. We sat in silence for a while. "He hurt you. I can't do anything about that. But I'll be damned if-n he evah get a chance ta touch you again." I was shaking. I think it might have been the maddest I've ever been - sitting there thinking about the asshole who would touch any child like that, never mind the woman I loved. I took a breath and tried to calm down. "I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable, being so persistent. I didn't realize…"

"It's OK. It was kind of-" She looked away, blushing, "It was OK."

She was so beautiful. The idea that someone hurt her made me crazy. I was shocked by how strong the desire was to find him and beat the shit out of him. I could only think of two ways to relieve the stress of it and both were out of the question. I thought.

When she leaned over and kissed me, I was more than a little stunned. It was more passionate than any kiss we'd shared.

"Don't do that," I cautioned her when she let me up for air. "I'm not gonna want to let you go home If you do it again."

"I thought maybe I'd stay tonight."

She wanted me to make 'touch' OK for her. Make arousal a good thing. She wanted a memory to replace the old pain. I tried my best. I tried my damnedest to make her want me…it…sex…everything.

I let her lead me at her pace, tell me where to touch her and when. When she let me finally take her shirt off, I buried my face between her breasts. "Oh God. They're beautiful." I must have spent an hour worshiping them. Eventually, she lay me down on the floor and straddled me, topless. Heaven.

She took off my shirt and stroked my nipples as I gasped. Slowly, she explored me with her fingertips. "Oh, Christ. I want you so much." It was a struggle to keep my hands off her - not to just throw her down on the floor and have my way with her. Then I remembered where I was. I have facilities here. "Hey, let's go upstairs and do this right."

I took her to Granddad's room with the four-poster bed. I stripped and attached the pre-set handcuffs to my ankles and one wrist. "Like this, you can take as long as you want, do what ever you want. I can't touch you. I can't hurt you."

"You and Alex play some odd games," she said, still unsure.

"Alex has never cuffed me. No one has," I half smiled, "Actually, I hate this idea but I want you to feel totally safe, wholly in control."

She hesitated. She closed the last cuff. She kissed me. Then, she used me. She told me to tell her how it felt as she stroked me everywhere with her fingertips. I gasped when she pinched my nipples and then my scrotum. I tried to say useful, supportive things instead of groaning incoherently when she found a vibrator in one of the nightstands and began rubbing it in odd little places like behind my knees, under my armpits and at the small of my back. My eyes were closed when she stuck her nipple in my mouth but I sucked it greedily until she took it away. I begged. She gave it back. I tried to hold her only to be reminded that my hands were secured. She shuttered and fell against me. "Tell me that wasn't your first time ever." I whispered.

She curled up beside me and wept quietly for a few minutes. I couldn't do much to comfort her but it didn't last long. She started to doze.

I flexed my shoulder, "Hey, uh, you can't leave me like this all night."

"Kiss my ass." she murmured, "I'm comfy."

"I would love ta kiss yo' ass. Please." I licked my lips. "I'll kiss yo' ass, yo' pussy, yo' feet, yo' anything. Please."

"You are perverted little white boy, you know that?"

"You have no idea. But I promise, bring the phat ass up here and you will not regret it. What you felt a minute ago? Nothing. Nothing. I promise you. Lemme kiss that ass, please." I went on begging until she hesitantly climbed over me and sat on my face.

She was surprised by how wet my lips and tongue on the ass got her. And by how hard I got doing it. She made me beg - had fun making me beg - for her pussy but it was swampy wet when I buried my tongue in it. She came on contact, crying aloud and pulling away. I had to beg for her to come back again. I made her cum again before she collapsed on me. Her cheek and hair brushed against my cock making truth of the phrase 'hair trigger'.

"Oh God, Vette. Vette." I couldn't think of anything else.

We both fell asleep without un-cuffing me. She was frantic when she realized. I was tingly and shaky but not in danger of losing any limbs. I missed my morning swim.

"Whose room is this, anyway?" She asked as we rubbed the sensation back into my legs.

"My Grandfather's"

"Does he know what you do in here?"

"The handcuffs are his." She hadn't met Julius and Rachael yet.

She stayed the rest of the day. She kissed me again after dinner. "But in your room and without the cuffs," she whispered. "All that's kind of creepy."

I took her upstairs and slowly undressed her. Kissed down her neck and shoulders, across her collarbone. I rubbed my chest against hers. Carefully, I made my way up her body and back down again. Then I knelt in front of her.

She nearly fell over when my tongue stroked the hairy lips of her slit - I much prefer shaved but I wasn't about to point that out.

"Do you want me to do you?" She asked later when she was lying down and had breath enough to speak again.

"I want you to do what you want to do." Then I stopped, smiled and was more honest, "OK, yeah, I want you ta blow me but I don't want ta push you into anything you not ready for."

"Sometimes in therapy you have to push yourself," she mused, taking my cock in her hand.

I admit, she wasn't particularly good at handling me. It was a little awkward and after a while it was more me masturbating as she helped. She was a little upset about it. I cuddled with her under the blankets. "We'll practice. It's fine. I love you."

Over the next few months, she got better. Much better. Especially after she realized that she was past her own fears. We did not have intercourse - but oral and manual was enough to keep us both happy. I let her be in control. Always.

"Come home with me for Easter," I said.

"Easter?"

"Yeah. We can sail down an' back. Meet my parents - meet the infamous Alex. Go down Saturday morning, come back Sunday after supper."

"OK," she agreed, almost shyly.

My Uncle, Capt. Ed, met us at the Georgetown waterfront that Saturday at 7:30am. Alex, Jean and Joan made up the crew. He snapped orders at the three of them with little patience. "Damned kids," he muttered a lot. Yvette won him over when she volunteered to clean the deck with the rest of us.

Alex and I stole a moment together. "I told her about us," I confessed. "I know, I should have asked you first but-"

"Hey, you the Dom, right?" he shrugged casually. "Tell who you want." Half an hour later, I saw the two of them having a quiet conversation on the bow.

"What was that about?" I asked, later, after dinner, after she made my father laugh so hard he had a coughing fit.

"I told him that I knew about you two and that I was OK with it. That you don't have to stop because of me."

I didn't ask then, but that's when I knew I would ask her to marry me. From that weekend on, we became 'PeVette'.

London was amazing - not because I made the Olympic team again. I actually expected to do that. Not because I won the silver in 1500 freestyle and 25k open water . Because in between them, Yvette and I made love for the first time. "I love you," she said. "I'm so proud of you. Come here." After that, I almost didn't make it to the next competition. I didn't want to let her go, didn't want to stop making love to her. If she hadn't finally pushed me out of the bed, I wouldn't have.

We went home. And that's when we hit our first rocky patch.

Although she stayed over often enough, I hadn't let her move in. In the first place, it's not my house - it's Granddad's - and in the second, I didn't want to go through another 'Ryan' like scene if we broke up. But she did stay over a lot. And we were snuggled on the couch about two weeks after the Olympics when the door literally flew open and the army arrived.

"Hey Peter." "Hey Vette." Jean and Joan's voices always overlapped each other. They were followed by Alex and my sister Beth and foster-cousin Joseph. Behind them all was my Grandfather.

"Sorry fo' the lack uh warnin'."

"Hey, no problem. I got your message this morning…"

"…Message?…" Yvette didn't sound pleased.

"…so I made sure there were clean sheets everywhere."

"Fine, fine. An' how are you Miss Yvette? Been some time since I seen ya."

"I'm fine, sir. Peter, may I speak to you in the kitchen?"

I bottom-lined the discussion for her. It's his house. He can came and go as he pleases. She stayed in her dorm room the whole week while my cousins visited the DC metro area colleges. Alex was already accepted to George Mason at the time so he and I spent most of the week wandering around campus. I found a pair of nipple clamps that didn't show too obviously through his shirt and made him wear them all day. They were adjustable so I made sure they were tight enough to hurt but not at risk of doing any permanent damage. We even stole a lunch hour with the house to ourselves. I beat him 'til his ass turned red then let him suck me until I came down his throat. By the end of the week, I was sorry to see him go.

But I was glad when things returned to normal with Yvette. A month later, Alex moved in to the house permanently. A month after that, I couldn't stand it any longer.

I made a production out of it. I bought a ring - a ridiculous one. One month's salary for me is close to $5,000 - if I average the full year and not just my stipend. I bought her a rock the size of Gibraltar. Then, in the middle of a swim meet, I got the line of competitors to hold up signs: Yvette - Will - You - Marry - Me - ? - Peter. I knelt at the eighth start with the ring until she came down from the stands and kissed me. To thunderous applause. I told her later that I wouldn't accept her real answer for a week - I didn't want her to feel pressured by such a public display. A week later, she asked when she could move in.

We didn't even need to rent a van. Yvette had so little stuff, Alex and I moved it in just our cars. Alex was amazingly cool about the whole thing. But our first night together, I got a shock.

"So when is Alex moving out?" she asked me.

"What?"

"Alex. I mean, he's not going to live with us. Right?"

"This is his house." I sat up and looked at her. "I can't just throw him out."

"How are we going to have any privacy with him around?"

I shrugged. In all honesty, as close as my family is, the thought never even occurred to me. "I don't know. We just will. He's not going to spy on us. He'll have his own life."

She didn't say anything else.

After classes start, things got busy. I swam six mornings a week so I was out by 5am. Alex and Vette got a morning routine that worked for them without me. Vette and I usually met for lunch. Alex got home most nights by 7pm; that moved to 9pm after he made the football team. Saturday, Vette and I went to the home games or watched the away games on ESPN and Sunday was church. Somewhere in-between all that, I found time to spank Alex about twice a week. We re-established nearly all the rules. He reverted to calling me 'Sir' in private. He did most of the cooking.

For Christmas, Granddad gave us the key to the basement storeroom. The door marked "No Admittance. The playroom. Inside we found a massage table with an adjustable slant and six pairs of handcuffs. There was a freestanding frame to which cuffs could be attached, leaving the victim standing up. And a dresser with a drawer full of feathers, vibrators and liquid latex. I love my Grandfather. For Alex's Christmas gift, I gave him an on-line gift certificate. He promptly went shopping at a bondage warehouse and filled the second dresser drawer with whips, clips, chains and anything else he thought he could talk me into using on him. The first day I could get Yvette out of the house, Alex and I spent five hours in there. We used everything at least once. Alex would have screamed if I hadn't gagged him.

For Yvette's Christmas gift, I gave her earrings and a pendant to match her engagement ring.

Dec 28th, the three of us were back in Falls Church from a brief trip to Reedville, in the living room, in front of the fireplace, when Vette cleared her throat. "Peter? You haven't mentioned that I didn't give you a gift."

I shrugged. I had just assumed that it was a budget thing. I hadn't wanted to draw attention to it.

"I noticed." Alex said with his usual lack of tact.

"Alex." I watched him respond to command form. "Out."

He starts to leave the room but Yvette stopped him.

"I want him to stay. This is sort of for both of you. All of us." He sat. "OK. Um. Well. OK." She laughed self-consciously. "This is harder than I thought."

"I'm not pressed about a gift, Honey." I put my arms around her. "You're here every morning. That's gift enough."

"Well, I know that things aren't the same between you when I'm around."

I looked at Alex; he shrugged. "Things are fine. What do you mean?"

"I mean, like, he doesn't call you 'sir' around me."

"He doesn't call me 'sir' around anyone. I'm surprised you know he calls me that."

"I've overheard it a couple times. Usually you two are alone. But you do it around Beth. And your Grandfather. Jean and Joan."

"Oh." I hadn't actually noticed that. "They're different, I guess. They all know about us."

"I know."

She had a point.

Alex nodded begrudgingly. "Sir, I kinda don't do stuff around her. I mean, I didn't know if she'd be comfortable with it."

"You don't trust me," Vette said simply.

"Of course, we trust you," I snap, just as Alex concedes, "Not really, I guess."

"I want to earn your trust Alex." Vette looked at me. "That's what I want to give you for Christmas. Alex's trust."

"Excuse me?" I had no idea what she meant. I wasn't sure how she'd even accomplish such a thing.

"Alex," she said, taking his hand, "you trust Beth because you've shared more than just a few intimate moments with her - I mean that's part of it, right?"

He looked thoughtful, then nodded, "That ain't the only reason but, I mean, yeah, I knew she was cool after that."

"So do you think you'd feel a little more comfortable with me if we shared something more intimate?"

Alex stopped then and feral grin spread across his face. "Yeah, I could see that."

I did not like where the conversation was going. "Yvette, you don't know Alex. This is not a good idea."

"Peter, relax, I'm OK with this. And anyway, I think I know your libido pretty well at this point. Tell me the truth - you want to watch me and Alex, don't you."

Desperately. "It's not a question of what I want. The problem is that you don't know what you are asking. Alex will - Vette, Alex will - no. No. Out of the question."

"Actually, Peter," she nearly cooed, "I didn't ask you."

"He doesn't get a vote."

She went clinical on me. "Alex is a mentally stable, adult. He's not in jail and you are not his parent. I would think he's capable of making his own decisions."

"He's not," I snap. I saw Alex's jaw tighten. That was not what I meant. I sighed deeply. "I mean, yes, Alex of course you can make your own decisions. Look, I trust you, OK? But, Vette, you an' Alex have - have different tastes, OK? Look -"

"Alex," she asked, still holding his hand, "I don't like pain but I am attracted to you. Do you think you could be gentle with me?"

"I can do gentle," he said grinning. He looked at me, "If you say yes, sir."

She turned his face back to her. "What do you say?"

He hesitated. "I'm the submissive." He explained. "I've done damn near everything he's told me ta do since I's 15. I wanna fuck you hard. I'm willing to slow down. But I won't even kiss you good night less he says I can."

She stares at both of us in turn. "How do you think either of you can have a normal relationship like this?"

"We don't," I answered.

"I ain't normal, no way."

"Alex has a problem with the concepts of 'consent' and 'limits'," I pointed out. "He thinks everyone is willing to go as far as he is. But they aren't. Are they, Alex?"

"No sir." He took a deep breath.

"How many times have you used your safe word, Alex?"

He had to think for a minute then shrugged, "I don't know. Four, five. There'bout."

"So you don't push too hard," Vette countered.

"Oh no," Alex chuckled, "I got me uh collection of permanent scars. He stuck me in the scrotum with a fishhook once 'cause I said I could take it. Hurt so bad I couldn't cum without flinching for two months." Her eyes widened. "He fucked my ass - dry - with a water bottle once. Had ta wear adult diapers 'til my rectum healed. That sucked."

"Oh my god." She looked faint.

"Hey, it's cool. I got a safe word, right? He ain't made me say it in years."

It took a second but then she gots it. "You like being abused like that? What did he do that made you say it?"

"Couple things. Some of it's stupid - like I won't run laps. I won't just beat down somebody else. I mean another pain slut, cool, but not just violence for shit's sake. But he can do anything to me." He looked at me, that puppy dog look that freaks me out still. "Anything. Always."

"But I don't." I hated that look. I hate that look still. I hate the ownership it implies.

"Alex," Yvette looked at me, "What will you do when Peter and I get married?"

"Oh, I'm cool. I'll follow the rules 'til I find a new Dom. No problem."

Alex couldn't always follow the rules with me in control. Suddenly, I saw where Yvette is going with all this. Alex needed a Dominant and if he couldn't use me, he ran a very strong risk of doing something stupid. Very stupid, knowing Alex. I sat down next to Yvette. "Hon, I don't want you hurt in all this. I…"

She stopped me. "I've been thinking about it. You need this outlet too, you know. And you can't do what you do with him with me."

"Oh hell no!" Alex laughed, "Sir, she is so right. You so need a sub."

I wanted to argue that point but in truth, I couldn't. Alex was - is - going to be a part of my life forever. I knew that. I hadn't considered him being a part of Yvette's. "Are you sure about this?"

"No." I opened my mouth but she didn't let me start. "No-one can be sure of something like this until they try it. So let's just try it. OK?"

I looked at both of them. If this worked, I was about to be one lucky bastard. I would have them both - comfortably, happily. "Alex. New rule. If Yvette says 'stop' you stop - no argument, no delay. You stop cold. Clear?"

"Yes, Sir." He held my eyes and I knew he meant it. I leaned forward and kissed him softly. When I pulled back, Yvette was looking a little embarrassed.

"I've never seen you two do that."

"Did you want to?" The idea slowly dawned on me. Yvette had been a bit shy about voicing her own fantasies. "Do you want to watch us?" She bit her lip.

"Oh, yeah." Alex caught it. "You totally wanna watch him do me, don't you. You are so all about watchin' us." She blushed and Alex kept teasing. "Usually, he spanks my ass 'cause that gets me really hot really fast. But sometimes, he wants ta watch me suffer all day so like before he leaves in the morning, he like leave a pair uh nipple clamps on my dresser an' I'll put 'em on - it's like havin' somebody pinch you all day. I'm usually rock hard before I get ta class but I'm not allowed ta relieve myself, right? So by the time I get home, I would do anything for him to let me cum." She shifted in her seat and I could see her nipples were pushing through her shirt. "He never lets me cum the first time I ask. Never. So I just have ta hold back. Mostly, he keeps pushin' me so I - you ever heard the term 'dry cum'? - it's worse than the regular. I can't breathe, hell, half the time I can't even groan. This electrical shock just kinda fries all my nerves at once. It's amazing. Afterward I just wanna collapse but guess what? I'm still hard. An' he'll do that two, three, four times before he lets me blow. He makes me beg for it."

I didn't know how this was affecting her but I was so hard I was thinking about skipping any foreplay and ramming him up the ass. Which he would have love but might have been a bit much for Vette.

"You wanna watch him do that to me?"

"Uh." She licked her lips and swallowed hard. "Uh."

"Or," Alex was enjoying this immensely. I could see the tent in his pants. "Or he can do what he used to when we was in high school. He tell you 'bout that?" She shook her head. "He'd pick uh girl - a nice one - maybe he was datin' her, maybe not. But he'd tell me 'Make her cum. If-n she can walk, you ain't finished.' Then we'd both do her. One girl passed out, she came so hard." He put one finger on her knee and stroked her thigh. "He once blindfolded me an' made me eat anything put in my mouth. Everythin' tasted like cum for a week." He fairly oozed into a puddle on the floor in front of her. "I so wanna taste you. Please. Now. Please."

She hesitated but only because she could barely breathe let alone speak so I jumped in. "I don't think you've convinced her you can do the job. You'd better beg for it." The only thing more intoxicating than listening to Alex beg is listening to him beg desperately.

"Oh God. I see you every day and all I wanna do is lick your feet. Suck your toes. Nibble - softly, honestly - up your legs. I dream about you shoving that ass in my face. I'll lick it clean. I wanna. Use me please. Lemme have yo' drawers. I could so rub your scent all over my face - I'll lick 'em clean. An' if you let me please, please, please. I promise I won't stop til you cum so much you can't cum anymore. I wanna just crawl up inside you an' suck all yo' pussy. I don't even care if you on - I'll suck the tampon outta you. Just please lemme lick that pussy, please -" Yvette shuttered and groaned and Alex sniffed loudly. "Oh fuck! You smell so good. Please I'll make it good. I'll make it last all night. I'll make it -"

"Alex." I said it softly but he stopped. "Yvette, you want me ta let him do it?" I kissed her; she nearly went wild. "He's very good."

"Oh God," she gasped.

"Alex." I loved it. I absolutely loved watching them. "You get ten with the whip for every time she comes. Make her scream and I'll let you do me."

"Oh yes Sir." Alex moaned and started with Yvette's feet.

She giggled and cooed and he slowly, carefully worked her over. I kissed her neck and her lips and watched her face as he moved closer and closer to her more sensitive areas. She got nervous when his finger spread the cheeks of her ass but I kissed her again and tried to hold her still as Alex proceeds to tease two orgasms from her. He retreated to her thighs for a few minutes, giving her a moment to recover.

"Oh. Oh. Oh my God. That was…" she was having trouble focusing.

"He's not done yet," I whispered. I was so hard I was aching.

"Oh no. I can't take…" her words trailed off into something inarticulate and I looked down to see Alex, whimpering, as he sucked her clit. I could smell her from where I was.

"We gonna do this again tomorrow," I sighed in her ear "only I'm gonna be the one eatin' you." Another orgasm shook her and I reached over and played with her nipples. "Hey, you know what Alex wants right now? Besides you to cum again and again? He wants ta get fucked. He always wants to get fucked. Watch."

But before I could get up, he was begging again. "May I cum Sir? Oh God, please, let me cum, Sir."

"No." I said flatly. "How many has she had?"

"Uh, four, Sir." His eyes were closed and I could see him trying to pull himself back off the edge.

"That's all?" I said. She groaned, "That's All?" and I got up. I slapped his ass sharply, "Back ta work, boy." He had to pull himself off the edge again. I hurried upstairs and found the flavored lube. Then I stood behind Alex and got Vette's attention. She was having trouble keeping her eyes open. I opened my pants. She groaned and came again.

"Sir, please!" Alex hissed.

"No." I said, reaching around him to undue his buckle, "Keep eating." I slipped on a condom and lubed my fingers. Alex all but screamed when I shove them in. I didn't give him long to adjust to them before I pulled them out and shoved my cock in instead. He came, shaking and growling. Then he nearly attacked Yvette's pussy. I slowly rode Alex while he ate her. After a few minutes, I realize that her feet were on his shoulders. I lifted one of them and sucked her toes. She whimpered. He whimpered. I groaned. I lost track of time; we could have been like that for fifteen minutes or fifteen hours.

I just knew that suddenly I wanted to come. I sped up my strokes. Alex swore. I could see his head moving franticly between Vette's legs. Her hands were balled up tightly in his hair. I smiled to myself - everyone loved pulling Alex's hair. The thought didn't last long though. The desire to let loose pushed me. I wanted them both to go over the edge with me.

"Alex." I growled. "Now."

I don't know what he did, but Yvette screamed. When she did, my balls unloaded and I found myself unable to do anything but grit my teeth and groan. Alex was shaking between us. I could feel his rectum clenching around me making it hard to come down again.

We all sort of collapsed on each other. After a very hazy few minutes Vette said, "Oh God. I can't move."

Alex and I both chuckled. "OK, Alex. You done."

We were a little family for six months. Yvette and I opened a joint bank account to save for the wedding and a house. I likely could have paid for them outright - and certainly, the family could have - but Yvette wanted our lives together to start on our joint footing. I couldn't argue the logic. I was wrestling with my own inner demons as I realize slowly that while I did want to move back to Reedville when I graduated, I didn't want to work for the fishery. The problem was that I didn't know what I wanted to do. Something around water would be nice, but there aren't a lot of jobs for a full-time swimmer.

So, I admit, I was more distracted and probably more short tempered than usual.

Our living arrangements had settled in nicely. Yvette and I shared a room on the left side of the house. Alex used the guest room on the right across from Granddad's. Yvette got used to Granddad and Grandma Rachael's infrequent but usually unscheduled visits - often with Caesar and Willow in tow. Vette adored Caesar and Willow almost as much as they loved her. I loved watching her with them and imagining her with our kids.

Sitting in the backyard with her and them running around, I stretched out and put my head in her lap. "Hey?"

She gave me a peck on the lips. "Hay is for horses. What?"

"When are we gonna pick uh date for this wedding and have a pair of those of our own?"

"Well, after we both graduate…."

"In six years?"

"I want to finish my doctorate first, yes."

"We can get married now. I can wait for kids for a couple years."

"I want a real wedding, not five minutes in front of a judge."

I sat up. "OK, so we'll have a real wedding. But there's no need to wait until we graduate."

"There's also no reason to rush." She glanced away from me "Caesar! Get down off of that. Don't make me come over there." I looked over my shoulder to see him climbing down from the tool shed. "I don't know how he even gets up there," She murmured before, turning back to me. "Nothing will change when we get married except our insurance rate and that would go down if you'd slow down."

"I like fast cars and fast women." I looped my arm around her and pulled her down on top of me. She yelped and laughed.

"Peter! Behave or I'll call for help!"

"Yeah? From where?"

"Willow!" she yelled with a big grin, "Caesar! Help me tickle Uncle Peter!" I heard the running, squealing, from across the yard. Moments later, I was on the bottom of the pile as three set of hand tried to find my ticklish spots. Fortunately for me, only one of them knew where those were.

She deflected the date discussion every time it came up with the same logic. Since nothing will change - we already live together, we're already having sex, we're not having kids 'til after graduation, there was no need to get married. I had a need. I wanted to.

I will admit, as well, that that did not make me any more patient on the subject.

During summer semester, Alex went home. I wanted to, but decided instead to take a summer class or two - largely because that was what Vette was planning. I did leave a standing invitation for anyone in the family who wanted to come hang out for a few days. Beth came through with Darrell. We got trashed in the back yard one night laughing about the fact that two rural white kids found love with two urban black kids.

"He know?" I asked her. She knew what I was asking.

"No." She took another swallow. "I'm not tellin' him either. What about Vette?"

"Everything." I cleared my throat. "You should tell him. That's not the kind of thing he should find out by accident."

"It's not the kinda thin' he need ta find out."

I started to speak - to order her to tell him - but I stopped and swallowed the words. Beth never was my sub and it wasn't my place to tell her what to do.

"You two need some alone time," Darrell poked his head out of the back door, "Or can uh brothuh join you?"

I liked Darrell; I waved him over. In all honesty, in other circumstances, I would seriously have pushed the idea of a four-way. But Beth wanted our relationship in the past and Vette was still a bit hesitant when it came to new sexual experiences. Suddenly, I wished Alex were there.

But Darrell was - is - a nice guy and he made Beth happy. From what she'd told me, he was the only one who'd managed to make her 'Happy', so he'd actually have to be physically abusive for me to say anything bad about him. Vette joined us and the four of us talked quietly on the back lawn.

After, I took Vette back to our room and kissed the back of her neck. She groaned softly, "Oh, bed now. Sleepy. Sex, morning."

"Sex now. Then sleep. Then sex morning." I slipped my hands under her shirt and massaged her truly mammoth breasts. I loved her breasts. They're real - not pert, not firm but soft and pendulous and pillow-like. Touching them made me want to kiss them. I peeled her shirt off.

"Peter, stop." She pulled away from me, "Jesus! No wonder you sleep with everyone you meet. You're insatiable!"

"OK, A, I'm not insatiable - I just love you. And B, I do not sleep with everyone I meet."

"So I didn't see you leer at Darrell?"

I had to grin at that, "OK, yes, I did check out his ass. What, you don't think he's uh good lookin' guy?"

She pulled a nightgown over those luscious tits, meaning that I was unlikely to get lucky tonight. "That's not my point." I striped and climbed into bed with her. She turned off the light, "You really need to look into this. You're not just highly sexed, Peter, you're highly over-sexed."

"What does that even mean?"

"You keep two lovers on call at a time. Doesn't that seem a little excessive to you?"

"No, it doesn't."

"No?" She turned the light back on. "What is the longest you have ever gone without sex?"

"Vette!" I reached over her to get the light but she blocked me. "Oh, come on. I have no idea. Come on, it's late. If we're not gonna fool around, then let's get some sleep."

"How long?"

"I don't know." I stopped and thought about it. "I'm guessing you mean longer than a day or so." Then I really thought about it. I honestly couldn't remember going a week, a full week without have sex of some kind. "I don't know, probably a week and before you moved in. OK?"

"Not OK. You know the average couple has sex 2-3 times a week. You try for daily."

"So? You don't let me daily so we're probably about average."

"Yes but you have Alex - which is a sexual outlet for you, don't say he's not - and you're with him 2-3 times a week, which means you're really 4-6 times a week or almost daily."

"I do not like where this conversation is going. Nor do I appreciate the implication that I'm some kinda sex manic. You want me ta back off, fine. Sorry."

She shook her head. "You'll just turn to Alex more often." She put her hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off. "Look, this isn't about me or Alex. It's about you and why you seem to crave so much physical attention. I mean, I know your Mother…."

"What the hell? This is about my Mother?"

"Peter, calm down. I don't mean she did anything to harm you…"

"What, is this analysis now? My Mother is uh hell of uh woman an' it's a wonder she didn't slit her wrists before I was born. If I got uh problem, it ain't 'cause uh her."

"OK. OK! Your Mother's a saint. Sorry I said something." She smacked the light switch and rolled away from me leaving me plenty of space.

I couldn't sleep. I didn't crave physical attention. And yet, even as I was thinking that, I wanted to turn around and hold her. I thought it was because I loved her and even when we argued, I wanted to hold her. I didn't think that was unusual but I fought the urge. I passed a rotten night.

I was irritable most of the next morning. I was irritable most of the next month when Yvette decided to cut me off just to see if I had an addiction or a habit.

I spent a lot more time at the gym. In fact, I took a part-time job as a lifeguard when I learned they were looking for one. As an added bonus, a couple parents asked me to teach their kids to swim. It was a lot of fun and I seemed to be pretty good at it.

It did not ease the tension mounting at home.

Yvette started sleeping in the guest room.

"How long we gonna play this game?" I asked her one night as we passed in the hall.

"Until you agree to speak to a professional." She closed the door firmly.

July 1st, we packed up the car and drove to Reedville. It was a very long, silent, two-hour drive - made that much longer when I got a damn speeding ticket. As we pulled up to my parent's house, Vette said, "Using Alex instead of me simply proves my point, you know."

"Fuck you and fuck your point." I snapped. I know I slammed several doors getting into the house, getting a beer from the fridge and joining my Dad and brother on the back porch. July 4th should have been fun. Instead, I made it a nightmare for everyone.

Alex pulled me aside out front at Granddad house, "No offence, Sir, but what the fuck is your problem?" I hit him in the back of the head hard enough for him to flinch. He looked around, "Listen, if you wanna take a drive, an' y'know, relax, I don't think anyone's gonna mind."

Loosely translated, that meant, if I wanna take him somewhere and beat him 'til my arm got tired, he didn't mind. I could take him some place quiet and fuck him. I'd probably feel better.

Of course, that would have proven her point.

"Do you think I'm over-sexed?" I asked him.

"Compared to who?" he laughed, "I can't exactly judge. I've been working through all my old high school girlfriends…"

"Rules?"

"Whatever their rule was back then." I nodded, "Anyway, I mean you get a lotta play. That ain't bad."

"But do I do too much? Am I - do I have a problem with sex?"

"You ain't never had a 'problem' with sex." He cooed in my ear.

"Alex."

"OK! Jeez! Switch ta decaf. You so totally need ta get laid. What is the deal?"

I turned but stopped myself when I realized that I was about to take a swing at him. Instead, I started walking toward the gazebo. He followed me. Once inside, I sat in the armchair and let him give me a neck rub.

"Vette, thinks that maybe I'm too hung up on sex." I finally sighed. "She's sleeping in the other room til I agree to see a therapist."

"So see one."

I looked at him, "I don't have a problem."

"OK. See the therapist and let him tell her that."

It was an appallingly simple answer. I was just too stubborn to do it.

"There's nothing wrong with enjoying sex."

"Sir, you so don't have to convince me. I totally love the fact that you are always on."

I looked at him again, "What does that mean?"

"Peter, chill! You ready when I'm ready. I think that's cool. That's all. Relax!"

We sat in silence for a while. His hands actually began to make a dent in the tension in my neck and shoulders. "I've been a dick all day today, haven't I?"

"Yep. A real peter."

"I suppose we should get back to the house before we miss the fireworks."

"Unless you wanna make our own."

I smiled at the idea. I kissed his hand. "You have no idea how much I wanna take you up on that." We headed back to the house.

I cornered Yvette and apologized for living up to my name. "You pick someone and make an appointment and I'll go." She kissed me for the first time in weeks.

The rest of the evening passed pleasantly enough. The fireworks over the river were pretty cool.

But Yvette wouldn't let me touch her that night. "Think of how sweet it will be when we get home. I feel kind of weird doing it in your parent's house."

"Trust me, that knocking you hear in the distance is either my parents, my sister or both. You don't need to feel weird about sex in this house."

"But I do." She looked at me pensively and I backed down.

"OK, Honey. Sorry. Can we cuddle, at least? Come here." I pulled her into my arms and held her comfortably, warmly next to me. That ripe ass pressed against me, those luscious tits resting on my arm. I woke with an aching erection. She sent me off to have a cold shower. For the rest of the weekend, every time I found myself reaching for her, I reminded myself how sweet it was going to be when we get home. I still have never been driven so crazy in my life. I wanted her so much, I couldn't think straight. I let her drive home because I wasn't sure I could.

"Do we need groceries?" I asked as we neared the house. We didn't. "Any dry cleaning we need to pick up? Any other little errands?"

"I don't think so. Why?"

"Because once I get you in that house, we ain't leavin' fo' uh while."

She gave me a sidelong look as she blushed deeply. "Stop that."

"I'm just sayin'. I hope you weren't planning to walk anywhere anytime soon."

"Now, see? That's just excessive."

"What? That I want you to thoroughly enjoy being with me?"

"That you think I only enjoy it if I'm utterly worn out."

"Don't you?"

"No, actually." She glanced at me. "I mean, I enjoy being with you, but I'd like to be able to do something else with my day after we have sex. Sometimes that 'if she can move, you ain't done' policy is overkill. One orgasm is sometimes enough."

I stared at her as we pulled into the driveway. "You don't enjoy being with me?"

"That's not what I said. I said I prefer what you tend to consider a 'quickie' where we make love and we both climax but I can move after we're done."

"So like now, right now," She started to put her key in the front door but I stopped her, "I wanna go in, take the phone off the hook and make love 'til sunrise tomorrow. You don't want to do that?"

She looked away and pursed her lips, "I want to be with you, yes."

"But you don't want all that. You just want five, ten minutes and then, what, check your e-mails?"

"Yeah, actually. See what snail mail has come in. Make a little light dinner later. And maybe - maybe - make love again, gently, reasonably again before bed. What is wrong with that?" She looked hard at me.

I took her keys and opened the door, "Nothing. Nothing at all." I kept my voice level. This was not something that needed a screaming match. "If that's what you want, that's what we'll do."

I dropped her keys on the hall table and pulled her upstairs. In our room, I practically yanked her into my arms and kissed her. I'd been waiting for that kiss for so long and apparently - despite her concerns - so had she. Her lips were warm and soft and I couldn't get enough of them as we undressed each other. Not, at least, until I got her bra off and moved my lips downward. Her hands began working on my pants. Mine started working on hers. When I got them off her, I pushed her on the bed and ate her. She was so wet. I tried to lick all of her at once. I felt rushed - like I was wasting her time. She tasted so good; I wanted to stay there for hours. Instead, I stopped when she came the first time.

I kissed her as I climbed onto the bed and striped the last of my clothes. I slid into her and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I loved it when she did that. She felt so good, I just wanna do that all day. But she had things to do. Actually, it had been so long that part of me really just wanted to pound her like a jackhammer. For once, I did. She was the one who said one orgasm's enough. She's the one with the busy schedule. I was just the guy with the dick. Hopefully, the guy with the dick that didn't take too much time out of her day. Too soon I felt my balls let loose. I heard her cry out; so I guess she got two despite my best efforts.

We lay there panting. I felt drained but not satisfied. "Was that good?" I asked her when I had my breath back.

"Peter…" she protested with a sigh.

"Was it enough?" I rephrased the question.

"Yes. Sweetheart, it was wonderful. You always make me feel good. Was it good for you?"

"Of course." I lied, kissing her. I even smiled. Then I grinned. "Dibs on the bathroom." I sprang off the bed and made a dash for it. I heard her slipper hit the door behind me.

A week later, I patiently explained to her quack that I was not a sex-a-holic and that Yvette and I had worked out our differences.

"And what about needs outside the relationship with Yvette?"

I reminded myself, again, that this man was Yvette's personal therapist.

"I don't have any needs outside of my relationship with Yvette."

"What about the incestuous relationship - your cousin? Sister?"

"Both, at one point actually." I sneered, "I am a red-neck from Verginny." He didn't look amused. "Beth and I no longer have a physical relationship and haven't in several years. Alex is not outside my relationship with Yvette."

"Did you end things with Beth or did she?"

I could not imagine what that had to do with anything. "Mutual consent. We never officially sat down and said 'we're stopping now' any more than we consciously decided to start. We just don't."

"So if circumstances were different, you would still be seeing her?"

"I have never understood that question. If circumstances were different, circumstances would be different. I don't know what I would be doing. Probably not. She's in college in Boston, I'm here. If things were different, we likely wouddna got inta the whole mess." I cleared my throat and took a breath. "What happened with Beth and I was…unexpected. And unique. But not romantic. I'm not in love with my sister. Is that what Yvette's worried about? That every time we go visit my family, I'm going to sleep with my sister?"

"We're not talking about Yvette now. Are you concerned about that?"

I wanted to pound this guy so much my arm was twitching. "No," I said, trying to remain calm, "I'm not. My sister is a very attractive young woman but I think I have broken the habit of banging her on the odd weekend. Even if I hadn't, she's seeing a guy now who'd break me - or any other rival - in half. I love Yvette, I want to bang Yvette. Do I sound like I'm hung up on my sister?"

"You sound a little stressed."

I took another deep breath. "Yeah. What else did you want to discuss?"

"What do you want to discuss?" 'Your head going through that window.' I caught myself thinking. The beauty of being Alex - he would have tried that already. "Tell me about Alex. That's your cousin?"

"Yes." I knew coming in that this discussions was going to happen. I had to steel myself. "What do you want to know?"

"Well, why?"

"Why what?" I couldn't believe how much I detested this man.

"Why do you do what you do? Why to him? Why with him?"

"Alex is a submissive by nature and a masochist by preference. He discovered this in high school. He needed someone he could trust to help him figure this out. We've always been close; this just made sense at the time."

"And your family knows about it?"

I swallowed my first response. I planned to have a long talk with Yvette about keeping my confidence confident. "Very specific members of my family know. My Grandfather, for instance. Alex was…injured and needed someone to speak to the football coach. Granddad's an attorney and agreed to put the matter under attorney/client privilege."

"Did he?"

"Yes, right after he charged his 16 year old grandson a $300 retainer fee." I glanced at the clock. I promised Yvette I'd stay the full hour. I had another 20 minutes to go. "So he knows. He never approved but we didn't ask him to and, the way Alex is, we likely woulda done it even if-n he tol' us to stop." I can hear my accent creeping back into my voice and clear my throat. "At any rate, my sister used to spend a lot of time with Alex and I and just figured it out. My cousins learned about Alex's fetish and guessed about our relationship. To my knowledge, no one else actually knows."

"I see." He flipped a few pages in his notes, "You said that Alex was not outside your relationship with Yvette. What did you mean by that?"

I knew I was sneering again, "Oh, surly she told you that three-way sex with Alex was her idea."

"She's a full participant? The S/M activities, the bondage?"

"Well, no, of course not. I wouldn't ask her to do that and wouldna let her if-n she tried. I'm not trying to damage her. But she's the one who suggested quote unquote normal sex with him and she's initiated it on more than one occasion."

"Not you, not him?"

"I don't want her doing anything she not comfortable with and Alex isn't allowed."

"Allowed?"

I sighed and looked at the clock again. Ten minutes more. Ten minutes and I could tell Yvette what she and her God Damn Quack could do and where they could go to do it. "Yes. Allowed. Alex is the submissive, I'm the Dominant. I allow him to do some things and forbid him others. Some of it is arbitrary. Some of it is to control some of his bad habits, for instance, he has a no swearing rule because if you don't watch him, he has a mouth like a sailor. Some rules are to make sure he doesn't turn sadomasochist on someone who won't like it or who will really hurt him. He has a high tolerance for abuse. If someone doesn't watch out for him, he really will allow himself to be damaged. He's under orders that no one can do anything to him that I haven't already done. These sorts of rules are how D/s relationships work. I can recommend a list of websites that outline the nature of these things in detail if you are unfamiliar with them."

"I am familiar with a range of fetish lifestyle choices. Why have you chosen to include Yvette in this arrangement knowing that she will never be a full participant?"

"Look, Alex is not a permanent thing. The truth is, I hate being his master and he knows it. Both of us are looking forward to the day that he has someone stable in his life he can trust to do what he really wants - because I won't. He's…" I shrugged, "I love the guy. I'm not gonna draw blood. Not intentionally. Alex has two permanent marks from me. One was an accident. One's a tattoo that he begged for because he wanted something permanent."

"Really. What did he want?"

"He wanted a whip and chains on his forearm but that not what he got."

The quack actually cracked a smile. "What did he get?"

"He doesn't know. I had it placed at the base of his spine where it hurt the most to put it but he can't actually see it. It's a St. Andrew medal. He's the patron saint of fishermen. It made sense at the time."

"I can see that." He scribbled a few more notes. "So when do you and Alex end this?"

"The day after he tells me he's found a new Dominant."

"The day after?"

"Gives me time ta pack up Alex's toys an' give them to the new guy. Him or her."

When I got home, the fight Yvette and I had was pretty spectacular. I wound up sleeping on the couch. We made up a few days later. I didn't let her out of bed until I counted five. She could walk, but not steadily.

A couple weeks after that, Alex came back for the new school year.

"Alex?" Yvette had been a bit timid all day so I knew she had something on her mind.

"Yeah?"

"Would you do something for me?"

"Sure." He hadn't even paused chewing but I knew I wasn't gonna like whatever came next.

"Would you talk to a therapist for me?" He actually looked up at that and I put my fork down.

"Yvette -" I started but he talked over me.

"Cool. When?"

Yvette looked at me but if Alex was willing anyway, I figured I might as well go along with it. She likely would never let it drop if I didn't. I went back to eating but I'd lost all appetite already.

"Fine. Uh, anytime. When's good for you?"

They worked out the details. Later, he tried to discuss it with me but I shut him down. "It's cool. Do what you want." I kissed him because I knew my tone was pretty harsh. "Really, it's cool." He shrugged and went back to watching the game.

Every morning, I still swim at five am. When Alex was around, I stopped by his room and left him instructions for the day. Most mornings it was just a standing order not to be a walking hazard. Some days, though, I left him anything from a reminder about the dry cleaning to a butt plug to wear all day.

That next morning, I left a pair of nipple rings. They were non-piercing kind but they were a size too small. If he wore them a few hours, his nipples would be sore tomorrow. All day and they'd actually chafe. I also left a pair of girl's silk thongs and a cock ring. By the time he got home that night, he'd be so hard, he'll have trouble standing upright. I'd made him wear the cock ring all day before - he was bruised. Only a masochist would tolerate it.

I tormented Alex like that for nearly a week before he confronted me, "Is this 'cause I said I'd talk to the damn therapist?"

"Why? I thought you liked pain."

"You are such a dick," he griped but I knew the truth; he loved being tortured. "I am so breakin' uh rule tonight."

Alex went to visit Yvette's quack. I did not ask what they discussed. I didn't care.

Yvette and I were down to brief sex, maybe twice a week. I had not actually touched Alex since he's returned.

The week after fall classes started, I received a phone call.

"This Dr. Bankert," Yvette's quack. "I wanted to ask if you would be willing to come to Yvette's session next week. I'd like Alex to come as well, if you think this concerns him."

"If I think what concerns him?"

"Your relationship with Yvette."

I agreed to think about it. I was still thinking about it the morning of the appointment. I went see the quack with Yvette. I told Alex to wait in the lobby.

He shook my hand, "Thank you for joining us, Peter."

"Alex is outside," Yvette said pointedly, frowning. "He really should be here."

The quack looked at me in askance. "I wanted him nearby in case this did involve him."

He nodded, "Yvette, I think you will have to accept that that is Peter's decision to make. Not yours and not Alex's."

He shocked us both with that one. We sat. We talked. The surprises continued for me.

"Peter, I just…" Yvette sighed and bit her lip, "I don't…. Peter, I love you. I really do. But…."

"Vette, just tell me. Whatever it is, we'll work it out."

"Peter, how do you feel about your relationship with Yvette these last few weeks?" The quack asked.

"I feel we're fine."

"Emotionally connected?" I nodded. "Physically?" I nodded again.

"Well, that was an eloquent look."

"That's the look he always has when the subject comes up. Peter, it's just too much."

"Yvette…" the quack cautioned.

"OK, for me. It's too much for me."

"What are the two of you talking about?"

"Peter, Yvette feels that she likes the current level of physical intimacy. How do you feel about it?"

That time, I knew my face gave my feelings away. "I'm adjusting. If Vette wants less, I'm fine with that."

"Are you?"

"Yes." but I could feel my teeth clench.

"Peter, you need to be honest with Yvette, if you really love her."

That did it. "How in the hell can you think I don't love you if-n I'm puttin' mahself thru all kinda hell for you."

"This is why can never discuss this with you…"

"You don't discuss, Vette, you just say 'no' and fuck my needs."

"Why are you being such a dick?"

"Why am I beginin' uh dick eve'y time I say I wanna make love ta ya?"

"Because you say it every fucking day!"

"I am not a sex addict jus' 'cause I wanna sleep with the woman Ima marry! Jesus Christ, Yvette! Gimme uh break! I know you was hurt but I ain't do it an' I ain't gonna do it. What do you want from me?"

"Look, I like making love to you, OK? But enough is enough! You don't know when to stop. And half the time if I push you off of me, you just slip down the hall and jump on Alex!"

"As a point of fact, I have never done that. But thanks for that. Now Ima serial sex offender."

"You're a damn drama queen."

I felt my jaw set. "Ima drama queen. OK. Fine. You wanna celibate marriage, fine. You initiate from now on. You want Alex out, fine. I'll ask him ta move out. We not havin' this kinda foolishness, woman. I'm done fightin' you on this."

"See? This is what you do. You shut down and won't discuss it."

"OK," The quack finally stopped scribbling notes and re-joined the party. "What you seem to have here is an impasse." Yvette and I both protested that assessment. "Yvette, do you really feel that your current level of physical intimacy is adequate? Are you really comfortable?"

"Yes." I tried to keep my face straight. "Peter, it's not because of the abuse. I mean, every once in a while, yes, it still bothers me but mostly, I just would rather do other things." I kept my mouth shut. "It's not you - you make me feel wonderful. I really try to make you feel just as good. But really, doesn't it get boring sometimes? Honestly, variations aside, there are only three things we can do and we've done them all at least a hundred times! After a while it gets old."

I didn't say anything. I was not sure I could say anything. I wanted to take her home and prove what an infinite variety those three basic positions could lead to but I was sure that would just prove I'm some kind of perpetual rapist.

"Peter?" The quack spoke up. "I rather suspect that you don't agree."

"Not particularly, no."

"Would you care to elaborate?

"Not particularly, no." Yvette beside me gasped. Yeah, I'm the drama queen. "I enjoy sex more than you do. I like having sex. I also like swimming - I do that everyday. You don't seem to think I do that too much."

"That's different. You're an Olympic medallist…"

"So if-n I won uh Olympic Medal fo' cunnilingus, you'd be OK with it?"

"…Not cute…"

"I think making love to you is the best part of my day. I want being with you to be part of every day…."

"And Alex?"

"Fine." I pulled out my cell and dialed Alex. "Get in here." When he entered, I told him, "Go home. Pack. Take your toys. We're done."

I saw the shock and pain roll over his face but he didn't argue. His eyes flicked to Yvette then back to me. "Yes, Sir." He closed the door behind himself.

For a moment, I hated her - I hated that she would make me do that.

"Peter?" The quack started but I didn't let him.

"When you love someone, you make sacrifices for them. I love you, Yvette." The words sounded a bit hollow at that moment.

"You are such a jackass." She said with disgust. She rushed the door and left the room. I stared out the window rather than talk to the quack. A few minutes later, Vette was back with Alex looking controlled. Shut down. "You are missing the point, Peter. I love you. But I can't marry you. This will be our whole lives. This fight. I don't want that. Sex is trial enough without this. Find another sex manic. Go be happy. I'll move out. You and Alex and whoever's next can spend 24/7 in bed."

Alex, the quack and I sat in silence after Yvette picked up her purse and walked out. I heard the outer door close. I'd have bet if I looked out the window, I'd even have see her hail a cab.

The quack cleared his throat. "I actually don't have an appointment for the next hour. I'm going to step out for a moment." He took his note pad and left the room.

Alex and I sat in silence.

I agreed. I gave in; I said we'd do it her way. What else was I supposed to do? Alex moved to sit next to me but I waved him away. I really didn't want to be touched right then.

He ignored me and put his arms around me. I could feel tears but I tried to fight them. It was a losing battle. "God damn it." I whispered, feeling tears running down my cheek. I was an adult. I shouldn't cry just because I broke up with my girlfriend. I was but I shouldn't have.

Alex drove me home. Yvette was already packing. Her old dorm had an empty bed in another room. She had already arranged to stay there.

"Don't go," I said.

"Don't make this difficult," She answered.

I grabbed her as she tried to walk past me. She wouldn't look at me, even as I wiped away her tears. "Don't go."

"Peter…"

I kissed her. "Please. Don't go." I kissed her again. And again. And again until her arms slid around my neck. I memorized her mouth - the shape, the taste, the feel. So long as she was kissing me, she wasn't packing. We could make this work. She didn't have to leave.

She unbuttoned my shirt. She let her lips slowly trace down my neck and chest. I ran my fingers through her hair. "Oh God, I love you," I whispered as she teased my nipples.

Three basic positions. In the end, we choose her favorite. Spooned, me behind her, holding her tightly, slowing rocking. Feeling every moment, every stroke. Listening to her gasp and moan. Whispering how good she felt to me. She reached back and grabbed my ass, trying to pull me deeper or harder or closer or something. I didn't want to come. I didn't want it to end ever. But I could feel it. I could feel her climax coming and I knew that I was not going to be able to hold out when she did. I could have change positions - made it last all night - but that's not what she wanted. That's not what made her happiest. I sped up my stroke a bit and her cries became more frantic. A bit more and I felt her coming around me. I rolled her, pinning her down and emptied my whole being into her.

Then I pulled her into my arms again and fell asleep listening to her soft breath and her heart beat.

When my alarm clock went off in the morning, she was gone. Her engagement ring was on the nightstand next to my cell phone. I called her one last time but she wouldn't answer. I didn't see any point to leaving a message. I guess I pretty well knew what she had to say.