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Mrs. James Wentworth Preston - Chapter 49 - A Romantic Dinner

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Story Prolog <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
My name is Justine and my stories are about my wonderful family and 
friends.  We, that's James, my husband of 20 years, and I live in 
small-town USA.  We enjoy wonderful sexy times with my son, Junior, 
he's nineteen and goes to College, and Maryann, she's eighteen years 
old and just finished high school.  She's just laying around our pool 
this summer getting a nice all over tan.  She sure can get a tan.  Her 
blonde hair, hot body, and sexy smile along with the deep tan make her, 
my sexy daughter, a wet dream cum true for both men and women.

In this story, it's Monday Afternoon and Junior is getting excited 
about going to dinner with Emily, his sweetheart from college,  
Maryann and I go to the stockbroker's to pick up the Sunday's Smiles 
Group's account papers, and then Maryann goes to Suzzane's Spa and 
Shoppes to try and get a job.

I hope you enjoy the story.  If you missed any previous chapters, 
you'll find them in the archive at ASSTR.  If you have difficulty in 
finding them, send me a note and I'll give you some simple search 
instructions.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Thanks for reading my stories <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mrs. James Wentworth Preston <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

Mrs James WentWorth Preston

Chapter 49

A Romantic Dinner



Junior sat in his last class for the day and slapped himself from his 
day dreams again.  His pending dinner date with Emily kept intruding 
into his concentration on the course material and lecture.  Once again 
he thought himself through it.  Change clothes in the Chemistry 
building restroom, lock all his stuff in the trunk of his car, drive 
over to her dorm with the three roses, take Emily to dinner, and after 
dinner tell her about being related to Bob, about his family sex, and 
about his bi-sexuality.  Then?  That would depend on Emily's reaction.  
If Patty was correct, and she usually was, he could expect to have a 
fun night of non-intercourse sex with Emily.  He sighed and pushed 
those thoughts aside to re-focus on his class work.


******************************

The stock broker was not in, but his very efficient 'Celeste' had all 
the necessary papers ready and showed them to Maryann and Justine.  
She highlighted the important sections, especially the fees part, and 
left little stick-um arrow markers where Junior needed to sign.  After 
all the girl-girl sex they'd had that day, it would seem that a 
brokerage assistant might be a little beyond her designs, but Maryann 
thought that this woman might let her black hair down, loosen her 
blouse, and let her get under her tight skirt into her panties.

Justine saw Maryann's eyes drifting and elbowed her deftly in her 
side.

"What time is your appointment with Geri and Keri?" Justine asked, 
reminding Maryann that she had other things to do that day.

"There's no appointment, but I do need to get there.  I guess we 
better get going.  I'll bring these back tomorrow Celeste.  I need to 
learn about this stuff; I'm a group member too.  Can you and I sit 
down tomorrow and go through these.  I'll study them tonight and 
explain them to you and you can help me with any errors or details 
that I may not know about.  Okay?"

Celeste agreed and they made an appointment for 9AM.  Maryann and 
Justine said thanks and left.

"Do you really want to know what these papers mean?" Justine asked 
Maryann as they left the brokerage.

"Yup!" Maryann replied.  "If I'm going to become a business woman, I'd 
better start learning.  I think that sexy Celeste is just the mentor 
I'd like."

"Sexy?  I think that Jane was far sexier!"

"That was after we got her out of that heavy sweater and ugly skirt.  
I bet that Celeste looks pretty good without that corporate garb.  I 
got a peek down her blouse and I saw a silky red bra that looked 
pleasantly full.  She wasn't wearing a wedding ring and maybe, just 
maybe, she'll ask me about Jeri and Keri, which you so helpfully 
mentioned.  I'll ask them if they know Celeste.  Now that would be a 
happy coincidence!"

Justine drove home and pulled the car in to their garage and turned 
off the engine.  She handed the keys to Maryann and offered to take 
her bag into the house.

"I'll set your stuff at the bottom of the stairs.  Please drive safe.  
Say hi to Geri and Keri for me!  Be home for dinner, Okay?"  Justine 
kissed Maryann good bye.

"Hey, Mom!" Maryann called out.  "See, I told you that you looked hot!  
Not like a whore!  That vest was just the right thing to wear.  The 
only ones we made it with were women!  No cops or anyone else bothered 
us!"

"I guess you're right.  Only that asshole at the Beetle dealer.  
What's his name?  Oh yes, Larry.  Well, fuck him.  What a shit!"

Maryann laughed, "Mom!  Don't get so upset that some guy went ga-ga 
over  your fine body.  At least we both realized that he was a turd.  
Men are easy to handle when you figure out where they are coming from!  
Thanks for a super shopping trip!  See ya later.  You know where I'll 
be!"

Maryann backed the car out and drove downtown to meet with the two 
lesbians that ran Suzzane's Salon and Shoppes.  Maryann had been going 
to Suzzane's ever since she and her Mom had become lovers; at least 
ten years now.  It had an all girl staff for girls only.  They had a 
entry way lounge for visitors, mostly men, that was exquisitely 
furnished and had tasteful erotic art hanging on the oak paneled 
walls. Beverages were served there for no charge while gentlemen 
waited on their ladies.  Inside, where no man had ever been admitted, 
existed a lush salon with baths, massage parlor, saunas, relaxation 
rooms, and the traditional hair stylists, manicurists, pedicurists, 
with a special cosmetology sales and expert applications area.  An 
exclusive women's lingerie shoppe had been added; they did fittings 
and special orders that needed very, very personalized service.  Also, 
fine imported lady's undergarments were exclusively available that 
could not be found any where else on this side of the Atlantic ocean.

As with a fine European Spa, Suzzane's accepted no payments; 
everything was 'On Account'.  Monthly bills were sent to the 
individual indicated by the lady receiving the services, usually a 
gentleman to whom they may or may not be married or related.  Tips for 
service were also not accepted, though especially notable service 
could be rewarded by a small gift or some other kind of remembrance.

Maryann took her car check from the girl valet and went into 
Suzzane's, the door held open by the cute door girl with high black 
boots, short leather skirt, matching black leather halter and wrist 
bands, and a jaunty black leather beret; all set off by a sweet 
smelling white rose clipped to her halter.  The door girl winked at 
Maryann.  She been a valet for nearly a year until she'd recently been 
promoted.  As the Door Girl, she oversaw the valet service and was the 
first authority to permit entry to the spa.  The simple door appeared 
to be just an over-large decorative wood door, but was actually a 
strong steel door, carefully balanced to move at a finger push once 
the electronic releases were activated.  The door girl controlled 
those, and the emergency alarm system to alert the owners and their 
contracted very private security firm.

The 'girls-only' attitude of Suzzane's brought a particular strain of 
masculine, or sometimes feminine, idiocy out in some of the town's 
citizens and early on Geri and Keri discovered that they did indeed 
need the highest of security resources to ensure that their clientele 
would not be disturbed by a lover, husband, father, girlfriend, 
mother, neighborhood busybody, or crusading city father or mother.

The door girl's wages had grown with her responsibilities.  Her 
special briefing had explained that only her hands, with their special 
wrist bands, would free the door to open, except from the inside.  She 
was monitored by three security camera's for her own safety, but she 
was 'In Charge' of all outside the front door of Suzzane's and Geri 
and Keri made sure that the door girl was rewarded financially, with a 
generous clothing allowance for a sexy appearance, with complimentary 
spa services, and the intimate appreciation of the owners.  Whenever 
on duty, she wore a bright smile and always winked at her favorite 
customers.  She was very happy and was the envy of her family and 
friends.  Geri and Keri insisted that she save a good portion of her 
wages; entry to their private rooms for 'appreciation' sessions was 
only allowed if she showed a bank book with gradually increasing 
savings.

Inside, Maryann was welcomed by the greeter hostess, who asked her to 
wait until either Geri or Keri could get free.  The greeter today was 
a young woman, perhaps still in her teens, who dressed like a harem 
girl.  She wore see-thru  sky blue gauze-like pantaloons and long 
sleeve top; only her crotch and nipples seemed to have any real 
covering underneath.  Her soft voice and gentle manner made Maryann's 
nipples hard; exactly the impression the twin owners wanted their 
customers to feel.  A younger girl, dressed in similar garb, only in 
yellow, came to her and asked if she'd like something to drink.  
Maryann was thinking it over when one of the twins entered.  Maryann 
wasn't sure which one it was, they were truly identical, except for 
small tattoos on their pudenda, just above their sex.  Geri had a red 
cherry and Keri had a red strawberry.

"We don't need anything to drink now, little one.  We'll get something 
in the office if we need it, thank you anyway!" she told the hostess 
beverage girl.

The twin quickly folded Maryann into her arms and kissed her warmly.  
Arm around her waist, she steered her out of the entry lounge into the 
spa proper.  They  went past the hair dresser section and just before 
the manicurists area, they turned right to a closed door.  It was 
quickly opened with a key and Maryann found herself in a plush office.  
Behind the wide desk sat the other of the twins.

"Hello again Maryann!" she said as she stood.  She was naked and her 
cherry tattoo over her sex showed that she was Geri.

"Darling!" she exclaimed as she and Keri engulfed her in their arms, 
rubbing their nude bodies against hers.  Somewhere Keri had dropped  
her robe, and the twins quickly stripped Maryann of her few garments.  
The two women easily got Maryann onto the nearby bed and leisurely 
love making ensued.  It wasn't longer than an hour, but Maryann lost 
count of how many times she'd cum.  She'd licked and sucked each twin, 
alternating between them.  She could distinctly tell each woman's 
scent in the beginning, but when the girl juice flooded her face, 
enough to make  her keep her eyes closed, Maryann found that when she 
could not see, she didn't know which of the twins she was eating.  Not 
that it mattered.  While she sucked one twin, the other was sucking 
her into another smashing orgasm.  It was too delightful, too sexy!

During the pauses in their mutual oral caresses, Geri and Keri asked 
Maryann questions not unlike a job interview.  Since they'd known 
Maryann intimately for many years, the queries were quite unusual.  
'Who was her favorite female lover?' (Her Mom!) 'And her best male 
lover?' (Her Dad!)  'If she had to spend several years alone on a 
deserted island, what one lover would she take?' (Her Brother!)  'What 
were her favorite sex toys?'  Maryann described the various probes, 
wands, dildos, vibrators she'd enjoyed and what each of them did to 
her body and her sensuality.  Maryann and Keri, or was it Geri?  No it 
was Keri with the strawberry!  They were wiping the girl juice off 
each others faces with warm wet cloths, between kisses, when Geri 
brought to a bedside table a pair of pink suitcases, one small; one 
large.

"Maryann, Kari and I are so happy that you've decided to join our 
little firm.  It makes it so much nicer that you chose us.  That way 
we didn't have to get all tricky and seduce you into joining us.  
Don't you think?"

Maryann smiled brightly and giggled, "Yes.  This way is much more 
fun!"

"I am sure it is evident to you that we enjoy money," Keri explained.  
"Business has been good, but a stagnant showroom leads to stale 
sales!"

Geri and Maryann broke into giggles at Keri's phrase 'stale sales'.

"With you two babes around here," Maryann said, "nothing is ever 
stale!"

Geri pulled Maryann into her arms and told her, "Yes, and you are our 
new breath of fresh air!"  

Geri sealed the deal with a kiss.  Keri joined them and they had a 
group hug and kiss.  Someone's hand found Maryann's breast and another 
hand found her still wet pussy.  Naturally Maryann returned the 
caresses and soon the three business partners were again making love.  
Between cums, the twins explained to Maryann that they'd scheduled a 
remodeling for the Shoppes and would soon expand the lingerie section 
to include sex toys and devices.

Geri opened one of her pink cases and pulled out a new sex toy.  
Maryann hadn't seen it before and she wasn't seeing it now, with her 
face buried in Keri's pussy.  But Maryann quickly felt it!  Geri 
didn't know what to call it but Keri called it the 'Whirling 
Dervishes'.  It was a plug in vibrating eight inch dildo with rotating 
bands of round beads designed to stimulate the G-spot and a clitoral 
stimulator of a pair of vibrating miniature fingers with a twirling 
clit cup.  Geri plugged it in, adjusted the clit stimulator for 
Maryann's vulva dimensions, checked the various controls for full 
function, and handed the device to Keri.

Keri removed her tongue from Maryann's clitoris and her fingers from 
her vagina, replacing both with the new device.  She made a minor 
adjustment to the clit cup and then gave a wink to Geri to start the 
action.

"OHMYGOD!" cried Maryann, when she felt the vibrations against her 
cervix, the rollers massaging her G-spot, the clitoral fingers 
jiggling her clit stem, and the clit cup whirling first one way, then 
back the other way over her sex button, the soft artificial hair 
inside the cup causing exquisite sex fire to race thru her body.  Keri 
pulled out of Maryann's grasp and stood beside Geri, watching as she 
adjusted the controls.  Maryann was lost in her own sex world.  She 
was laying flat on her back, head thrown back and eyes tightly shut.  
Her knees were spread as wide as her cheerleader body could get them, 
with her heels tight up against her ass.  She held the toy with two 
hands, working it around to get the best thrills.

"More G-spot rollers," Keri directed Geri, who turned the roller speed 
knob up all the way.

"OoooooohhHHHHHH FFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!" Maryann yelled as her 
legs snapped closed, trapping her hands and the 'Whirling Dervishes' 
between her thighs.  

The twins watched Maryann's thigh muscles ripple, then lock into bands 
of hard muscle as her climax shattered her being.  Geri pointed out 
that her anus was twitching.  It sort of winked at them.  Geri slowed 
the rollers and the clit cup to let Maryann come down from her orgasm, 
whispering to Keri to get the new anal device from the large pink 
case.

"Good idea!" Keri said with a snicker.  She opened the large case and 
pulled out the innocent looking butt plug.  It too was a non-battery 
device with separate controls for the large egg like external vibrator 
that connected via a slim half inch wide by half inch long vibrating 
section to a larger 1 inch diameter, 3 inch long inner-ass vibrating 
stimulator.  The spectacular thing about this device was that the 
inner part swelled to nearly 2 inches in diameter and grew to nearly 6 
inches long.  Inside a rectum it felt just like a healthy, fat cock!  
The swelling and growing were not only controlled as to their maximum 
girth and length, the shrinking was controlled too!  The device, once 
set for a simulation of a big, long cock, could be set to swell and 
shrink slowly or quickly.

Keri, the truth be told, had a big anal fixation and was always on the 
lookout for new anal thrills.  This new device, to her, was the next 
best thing to being ass fucked by a good, sturdy ribbed dildo.  In 
fact, she'd had some monster cums with it while using the 'Whirling 
Dervish' at the same time.  Now she would see if Maryann enjoyed 
special anal delights too!

Keri lubricated the toy with a special 'heavy' lubricating gel.  It 
was water based but had the consistency of petroleum jelly.  She 
handed the slick anal toy to Geri and plugged it in while Geri 
inserted it into Maryann's butt.

"What is that. . . .?" is all Maryann could say before Geri started up 
the Whirling Dervish again and Keri turned on the vibrating growing 
and shrinking of the anal device.

"OH SHIT!" Maryann cried out, the vibrations, twirls, and pulses 
sending her into happy cum land.  After a few minutes of rolling 
around on the bed, Maryann resumed her position of knees wide-spread 
and heels against her ass.

Keri looked at Geri and they winked to each other as each adjusted 
their controls for maximum stimulation.

Maryann screamed out her climax as the cock in her ass fucked her butt 
repeatedly, the rollers raced back and forth across her G-spot, and 
the clit cup twirled around her distended sex button.  And 
*everything* vibrated!  This time Maryann's legs kicked out, her body 
arched high off the bed, her hands each mauled a tit, her thumb and 
forefingers pulled and pinched a nipple viscously, and Maryann grunted 
between gasps for breath.

"OH  GOD!" . . . .Haaaauuuu. . . . "OH GOD!". . . . Haaaauuuuuu. . . . 
"she gasped

Keri and Geri were quite amazed at Maryann's total involvement in her 
climax.  Her face and chest were bright red, girl juice ran down her 
legs, and a heavy sweat broke out all over her body.  Drool ran from 
the corner of her mouth as tears of joy trickled down from her tightly 
closed eyes.

"That's enough," Keri said as she slowed down the ass fucking device.  
Geri too slowed the rollers and twirling clit cup.  They let the 
vibrations continue for a minute, then turned them off, as well as the 
other functions.

Maryann slowly relaxed onto the bed and then rolled onto her side, 
holding her knees to her chest in a classic fetal position.

Geri lay behind her on the bed, holding her close and stroking her hot 
skin and sweat soaked hair.  Keri got several cool wet cloths and they 
together wiped down Maryann's body.  After five minutes or so, Maryann 
blinked her eyes open and smiled at the twins; a smile of satisfaction 
and affection.

"So you like our new toys?" Geri asked.

"Yes!" Maryann murmured between her still ragged breaths.  "They're 
great!"

"So you'll help us sell them?" Keri asked.

"Oh yes!" Maryann gushed.  "I'm going to love demonstrating them!"

"Good!" Geri replied.  "You'll be our special assistant for sex toys 
and devices.  We'll start you at $10 an hour while in the store on top 
of a $100 a week personal services contract.  Also, if you make 
outside sales presentations, we'll give you 20 percent of what you 
sell."

"Wow!  That sounds very fair.  What about increases and promotions?"

"Very smart, Maryann," Keri replied.  "We'll write up a job 
description and discuss it within two weeks.  We'll have 30 day, 90 
day, and a six month review.  Then we'll re-evaluate the job 
description and set goals for the next six months, including raises 
and other salary enhancements."

"We'll put this in writing today and you can take it home and talk it 
over with your family." Geri agreed.  "I think they'll like it.  Let's 
plan for you to start next Monday.  Suppose you put in 25 hours here; 
five days of five hours each.  And you get a group together during the 
week to make a sales presentation and sell five hundred dollars worth 
of merchandise.  Twenty percent of $500 is $100 dollars, 25 hours at 
$10 per hour is $250, and the PSC, that's the personal services 
contract, is another $100.  The total is $450 per week!  That's over 
$23 thousand a year!  Just to start!"

"And we're providing all the merchandise," Keri interjected.  If you 
had to borrow money to buy the inventory, your profit would go down in 
a hurry."

"Yes, I see," Maryann admitted.

"Let's have some champagne to celebrate!" Geri exclaimed.  She lifted 
up a large replica vulva from its base, that was shaped like a penis, 
and pushed *69 to speak to the beverage girl.  She answered her in-
house wireless telephone and took the order for champagne.  Geri 
disconnected and showed the telephone to Maryann.

"This is what I mean by a sexual device." Geri explained  "Its not a 
toy, it actually works!  You could sell a few of these around town.  
The price is high, $300, but you'd make $60 each!  We also plan to 
have a variety of bondage and restraint items too!  Actually, we'll 
stock whatever you can sell!  If you see something or find out about 
anything that you think we could sell, let us know!  As long as it 
fits our clientele profile and merchandise selection."

"Remember," coached Keri, "we want to have fun, but the bottom line is 
sales.  Sex sells and is expensive, therefore high profit.  That anal 
toy we used on you costs $90 and the 'Whirling Dervishes' cost $145!  
I know that your Mom buys her toys in sets of seven; one for each 
bedroom, one for the living room, and one for the pool area.  If she 
bought seven of these two devices, it would be $1645.  You'd have a 
commission of $329!  If you sold Sylvia and Kelly too, and they bought 
the same quantity, you'd earn a $1000!"

"Oh, before Keri gets you all psyched up over big incomes," said Geri, 
"don't forget taxes.  Your actual take home pay would be reduced by 
roughly 25%!  So if you worked in the Shoppe for 25 hours for $250, 
sold $8,250 in outside sales for $1650 commission, and got your PSC of 
$100, that would total $2000 for that week.  Unfortunately taxes would 
take 25% and your take home check would be only $1500.  That's the 
difference between gross and net."

"That sucks!" Maryann said.  The twins nodded in agreement.

"I need to tell you about some things I've already agreed upon, said 
Maryann.  "Perhaps I shouldn't start until a week from Monday." 

Maryann went on to explain her commitment to go to campus on Friday 
for the weekend.  Then she'd be going on vacation with her family for 
a week.  Geri and Keri were understanding but wanted to get her under 
personal contract right away.

"You see dear," Geri explained, "we're frightened that you'll do 
something other than work for us.  The personal services contract 
would mean that you could not work for a competitor or set up your own 
business in competition with us for six months.  We think that you are 
a fantastic asset and we want to protect ourselves from you for a 
while.  Now you could refuse to sell in our shop or make outside sales 
presentations, but you could not go to someone else to compete against 
us.  We'd still have to pay you the $100 a week, less taxes, for the 
full six months.  Now if you decided to go sell cars or something else 
silly, there'd be no conflict.

"Don't worry, we'll put it all in writing and let you take it home to 
show your Dad," Keri consoled her.  "He'll understand and you can 
listen to his consul.  Oh, here's the champagne!"

The cute girl in the yellow harem outfit entered and served the 
champagne.  Geri, sitting on a chair she'd pulled up to the bed, 
pulled the girl onto her lap when she finished pouring.

"Hi little one!" said Geri, "How are you doing today?"

"I'm just fine!" the girl said with a smile, happy to be on the lap of 
her mistress.

"This is Miss Maryann.  She's going to join us and work here.  Isn't 
that wonderful?"

"The girl giggled and said, "Hi Miss Maryann!  I'm Ann, today's 
beverage hostess girl.  Just dial *69 on any telephone here and you'll 
reach me, ready to bring you whatever you want to drink!"

Ann pulled out her telephone and Maryann saw that it was the 'Vulva' 
phone that Geri had used earlier, only without the base.

"Isn't it neat!" Ann said about the phone.  "All the clients love it!  
I sold one yesterday and made sixty bucks!  I love this job!  When I 
go back to school in the fall I won't be able to work as much, but I 
want to work after school and on Saturdays and Sundays!"

"We were just telling Miss Maryann about the PSC," Keri said.  "You 
have one too.  Tell Miss Maryann about it!"

"Oh, it's really awesome!" Ann gushed.  "I just love it.  I get $150 a 
week even if I don't work!  It's so cool!  I'm on my third PSC and I 
can't wait until my fourth!  Then I'll get a clothing allowance too!  
Then I'll get to wear all the sexy clothes to school and at home.  My 
Mom is just going to die with envy!  All my girlfriends want a job 
here, but I was first!  I just love working here!  It's the greatest!"

Suddenly Ann's 'Vulva' rang and she deftly switched it on and put it 
to her ear.  Maryann could see that she listened to the 'clitoris' and 
spoke into the vagina.  Ann took an order, jotting it down in a small 
book, and hopped off Geri's lap.  

"I gotta go!" Ann said.  She stepped back and curtsied.  "Nice meeting 
you Miss Maryann!  I'll see you around.  I know you'll just love it 
here!"

Ann turned and left, swinging her ass suggestively.  She opened the 
door, looked back and winked, then closed the door behind her.

"Isn't she sweet?" Geri asked.

Maryann mumbled a vague "yes" and Keri laughed, "I think that our Miss 
Maryann has gotten smitten with our little Ann."

Geri said.  "Well, dear Maryann, you must understand that she's only 
seventeen and attends a private girl's school here in town.  Her 
Mother is a very high profile attorney and is a good long time 
customer of ours.  Our hiring of Ann first began as a after school 
care taker, then has progressed into an excellent business arrangement 
for both us and them.  Ann is off the streets and her Mother knows 
that we'll take care of her.  Ann performs her duties with exacting 
excellence.  She never drinks, swears, or neglects her duties.  We've 
been very happy with her and have renewed her PSC every three months 
with enthusiasm.  Her Mother, the fancy lawyer, looks over each PSC 
and initials her agreement on each page, before Ann signs them."

"Having an honest, happy employee, who is also very sexy, is a dream 
for us," Keri continued.  "If we had ten more Anns, we'd hire every 
one.  Sex with Ann is not out of the question; the age of consent in 
this state is sixteen.  But we don't like to corrupt our young ladies.  
If Ann wants sex, then we'll see to it.  If she wants sex with a 
client or another employee, we'll take care of that on an individual 
basis, according to our judgment.  But we'll never, repeat *never*, 
let a client or employee make overtures to her.  Any sexual moves 
toward her are reported by her, immediately.  We've had to remove 
several women from our establishment because of Ann.  One we had to 
ban.  That was unfortunate; she was a good customer.  So please 
understand, sex on the job is usually fun, but never profitable.  
Perhaps your demonstrations of the uses of sex toys may be profitable 
and enjoyable, but the normal day to day business activity isn't about 
sex.

"What Keri is trying to say," Geri interjected carefully, "is that we 
do not want to have any appearance of a house of prostitution for 
women.  Our business is a salon and spa for women.  We also provide a 
limited selection of lingerie and now we're introducing some intimate 
products for use by adults in their bedrooms.  If there happens to be 
any sexual activity here by two consenting adults, we do not 
interfere.  We certainly *do not* charge for it.  We charge only 
legitimate, published fees for legitimate services and products."

"Now, lets go look at the plans for the expanded lingerie shoppe," 
Geri told Maryann.  "Put this on.  I've been thinking about this and 
I'd want my lingerie lady and sex toy guru, Miss Maryann, to wear sexy 
clothes while at work.  This white lace body suit should do the 
trick."

Maryann pulled the one piece white lace garment down over her head, 
over her breasts, and ending with a Velcro crotch piece under her 
butt.

"God!" Keri cried.  "You look really hot Maryann!"

The form fitting elastic lace body suit left all the lace openings 
bare; only the tips of her breasts and the part over her labia were 
discretely covered. 

Geri pulled Maryann to a door and opened it.  "Let's get away before 
Keri jumps you.  She's going to write up our employment terms that we 
discussed and the PSC so you'll have it to show your folks tonight.  
We'd like you to agree to it this week, before you go on vacation.  
We'll also let you take on your trip whatever you want from our toy 
selection; the sooner you become familiar with the toys, the sooner 
you'll be able to sell them!"

The two women toured the entire building.  Maryann saw everything but 
the private home of Geri and Keri, that was attached to the business.  
They ended in the lingerie shoppe and Geri showed Maryann the area 
that was planned to become the expanded lingerie shoppe.

"Maybe we could rename the shoppe," suggested Maryann, "to Intimacies.  
That name would include the lingerie as well as the new sex toy and 
devices lines of merchandise."
.
"Hey, that's a good idea!" Geri agreed.  "See, you're earning your PSC 
all ready!"

Maryann giggled, "Sure.  I've all ready collected my wages for this 
week anyhow!  Between the 'Whirling Dervishes' and the 'Anal 
Fulfillment', my still quivering pussy and rubbery legs know for sure 
that I've collect my wages! 

Geri smiled, "Well, we do like happy employees!"

The returned to the office.  Maryann dressed and got her working 
papers to share with her family.  They kissed good bye and Maryann 
departed.  She had to get home.  Dinner was in a half hour.

Maryann got another wink from the door girl and thanked the valet for 
bringing the car around.  She thanked her back, calling her Miss 
Maryann!

Smiling as she drove away, she knew that she'd found a good place to 
work.  The 'word' had all ready gone out!  'Miss Maryann' was an 
important part of Geri's and Keri's Suzzane's Salon and Shoppes and 
she liked that idea.


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"Wake up Emily.  It's time to begin to get ready for your dinner 
date," Liz told a sleepy Emily as she shook her shoulder.

"Oh, hi!" Emily groggily replied.  "What time is it?"

"It's time to get up!" Liz said as she pulled the covers off of Emily.

Once again Liz was confronted with Emily's lush nude body.  'Damn, I 
wish I wasn't off girls!' Liz thought.  'I'd love to suck this virgin 
pussy!  And those tits!  What a set of women's pride!'

"Liz, are you thinking nasty thoughts about me again?" Emily giggled.  
"Don't!  At least let me get boy-fucked before you rape me with your 
tongue."

Giggling, they tossed pillows at each other until they fell apart 
laughing too hard to keep it up.  Eventually Liz sat up and asked, 
"Have you decided what to wear?"

Emily wiped the laughter tears from her eyes and said, "Junior says 
he's wearing a coat and tie and I should dress up a bit too."

"Do you have any clothes like that?"

"Oh yeah, come look!" Emily got up and went to her closet.  She opened 
the door and began to pull out outfit after outfit, all very dressy.

"Shit girlfriend," Liz exclaimed tearing her eyes from Emily's fine 
ass.  "Your wardrobe is a sorority bitch's dream!"  Liz held up two 
hangers with a skirt and jacket on each one and modeled them against 
herself with envy.  "These are great!  How many of these do you have?"

"Oh, lots and lots.  My guardian's wife bought them for me in New York 
as a graduation present.  She thought every college girl wore this 
sort of thing to class and to the 'malt shop' after the last class of 
the day.

Emily and Liz both got the giggles again, wondering what reaction 
they'd get if they wore a skirt and blazer to class and better yet, 
what their classmates would say if they asked where the malt shop was 
located!

Liz sobered up and picked up a navy blue skirt with a matching jacket.  
"Em, this will look good, especially over your new slut underwear."

Emily found her new undies, the white lace demi-bra and matching thong 
panty, and put them on.  Liz watched and again thought of how much fun 
she could have taking them off of Emily's hot body.  Suddenly aware 
that she was staring again, Liz hurriedly removed the skirt from the 
hanger and handed it to Emily.

Emily saw Liz's red face and smiled to herself, thinking,  'It is nice 
that her new friend, a former girl lover, has the hots for me!'  
Junior had mentioned that only a woman would know how to really love 
another woman, but before she tried girl-girl loving, she wanted to 
get fucked!  Her research had shown her that Junior's cock was plenty 
big enough to please her; his loving so far seemed more than adequate 
to satisfy her.  She'd inserted a dildo into herself and measured how 
deep she was.  Junior was longer than she was deep!  That meant that 
his cock would poke at her cervix, a guaranteed orgasm maker, if her 
research was more than just wishful thinking.

Emily stepped into the skirt and pulled it up.  Liz, still a little 
shaky, gave Emily the matching jacket.  Emily slipped it on and 
buttoned it.  Turning to look at herself in the mirror, the 
conservative skirt and jacket were a wild contrast to the wispy lace 
of her bra, showing sexily in the gap between the lapels of her 
jacket.  Glancing in the mirror, Emily saw Liz staring open mouthed at 
her.

"Looks pretty sexy without a blouse," Emily decided, being a little 
daring.  "I wonder if this is 'dress-up' enough for the restaurant 
Junior chose?"

"Em, you can't go like that!  Where's that silk blouse you were 
wearing today?  That would look good with that skirt and jacket!"

They found it and discovered that it wasn't seriously wrinkled.  Off 
came the jacket and on went the blouse.  Blouse tucked in and back on 
came the jacket.  Emily slipped into a pair of black flats and she was 
set.

"Okay, now for the make-up!" Liz decided.

"No.  I don't need any," Emily insisted.  "My skin is clear, my eyes 
are sexy, and my smile is charming.

Liz looked at her and replied, "You're no fun!  But you sure are 
pretty!"

Liz took a chance and quickly kissed Emily on the lips, then 
laughingly danced away.  "Go get him tiger!  You've got fifteen 
minutes to get downstairs and out to meet him.  Have fun!" Liz called 
out as she went out the door.

Emily applied a light coat of lipstick and put the tube in her small 
black dress purse.  She also put in a tampon, a handkerchief, her 
school ID, her driver's license, and her credit card.  'A girl has to 
be prepared!' she thought, then wondered where she'd picked up that 
bit of wisdom.  She left a note for her roommate, went out of her 
room, locked the door, dropped the key in her purse, and went down the 
dorm hall.

"Oooooowweeeeeeeeee!" a girl she didn't know exclaimed as Emily went 
down the hall toward the stairs.  "What are you dressed up for?  Are 
you hustling a sorority?"

Emily blushed and smiled at the compliment.

"I've got a dinner date!" she replied.

"You don't need a jacket and skirt to go to the burger shack!" the 
girl retorted.  "That's where any guy I date takes me, except once in 
a while the Student Union cafeteria.  Yuck!  I'd rather eat in the 
dorm cafeteria!  So where are you going?"

"It's a surprise, but he said to dress up." Emily explained.  "He said 
he's wearing a coat and tie!"

"No shit!" the girl exclaimed.  "This I've got to see!  Hey 
everybody!" she yelled down the dorm hall.  "Emily's got a *real* date 
with a guy who's putting on a *coat* and *tie*!  Let's all go see!"

Several girls, in various states of dress, came out into the hall and 
started hooting at Emily.  "Wow!  A real date?"  "He's wearing a tie?  
His Momma must have tied it before he left home!"  "Maybe he's taking 
you to a wake where there's free food?"  "Let me get my camera!  I 
don't think I've seen a guy around here in a coat and tie!"

Liz came out too and giggled at Emily's demise.  "Come on!  I want to 
see this guy that's worth a skirt and blazer!"

Emily shot mental darts at Liz, but it was too late.  Almost the whole 
floor, or so it seemed, followed her down the stairs to see her 
'date'!  When she got outside, most of the windows on that side of the 
building had girls hanging out, yelling and hollering at Emily.  Liz 
stood close and reassured her that this was good.  If she showed class 
and her lover did wear a coat and tie, then she'd have a very admiring 
bunch of girls.

"It's kewl!" Liz told Emily, as they stood on the dorm steps, waiting 
for Junior to show.  "Just go with the flow.  The girls are all 
excited because they'd die for a fine gentleman to take them out to a 
place that required a coat and tie."

"Isn't it five yet?" Emily asked.  "I don't see his car?"

"He'll come," Liz reassured her.  "If he doesn't, I'll skin him 
alive!"

"No!  You can't do that!" Emily demanded.

"Is this the guy that gives great head?"

"Yeah, he's the one!  But don't say anything!  I'd be so embarrassed!"

"Don't worry.  Your secret is safe with me.  I just want to see this 
man of your heart."

Cars were pulling in and out; traffic at 5PM was busy on the cross 
street too.  Suddenly, Junior came up the sidewalk wearing dark gray 
slacks, a blue blazer, a blue striped long-sleeve shirt, a mauve tie, 
black socks and shoes, holding three roses with a big smile on his 
rugged tanned face under his short blond hair.

Emily jumped up off the entryway stone slabs where she been sitting.  
She brushed off her skirt and moved quickly down the sidewalk with a 
big smile of relief on her face.  Immediately all the girls hanging 
out of the dorm windows began to hoot and yell.  Many whistled.  
Comments of appreciation and some off-color cracks were heard.

Junior looked up in amazement and quickly understood Emily's 
awkwardness.  To play his role completely, Junior said hi, dropped to 
one knee and presented his three roses to Emily!  The crowd roared 
their approval of this 'man'.  Emily pulled him to his feet, even more 
embarrassed now, and was thoroughly shocked when Junior pulled her 
into his arms and kissed her deeply, bending her down in the classic 
romantic kiss posture.  The shouting and cheering began anew.  Liz was 
so pleased that she began clapping her pleasure at Junior's show-off 
behavior.  Soon all the watchers were yelling, clapping, and whistling 
at the couple as Junior let her up, had her take his arm, and escorted 
her to his car.

In anticipation of renting a 'big car' for Emily's guardian's arrival 
at the airport on Thursday, Junior had rented a car for this evening 
at that same place.  Because Junior had reserved their biggest luxury 
car for Thursday night, the manager had let him have the smaller 
luxury car for a sedan price.

"Where did you get this?" gasped Emily at the beautiful new blue 
Cadillac.  Junior smiled, opened the door for Emily, and told her, "a 
pretty car for a pretty lady!" as he closed the passenger door.  The 
dorm women were still whistling and yelling at him so he gave a little 
wave.  That started them all over again, hooting and hollering.  
Several girls shrieked out as if he was a rock star or some kind of 
Hollywood personality.

Junior got to the driver's door and got in the car.  He turned it on 
and turned to Emily, "You look beautiful Emily!  I hope this 
restaurant is worthy of you!"

Emily giggled and slid over to give Junior a big, wet kiss.  "This is 
neat!"

"Yeah, the place I'm renting the big car for Thursday when we're 
picking up your guardian, let me have this tonight for a song.  Like 
it?"

"Oh yes!  I'm so happy!  I just love you to death!"  Emily gave him 
another big kiss.  "Come on!  Let's get going!  I so excited!  Where 
are we going for dinner?"

"It's a surprise," Junior replied with a smile.

"Oh, come on!  Don't be mean.  What's the name and where is it?"

"Actually it's a surprise for me too.  My doctor arranged it.  It's on 
a lake and we'll see the sunset.  The food is excellent and the 
service spectacular.  The name is 'Richard's' and I've talked to them 
on the phone today. Everything is all set.  Now if you'd buckle up, 
we'll be on our way."

Emily found the seat belt for the middle of the bench seat and snapped 
it closed.  Junior carefully backed out and tooted the full size horn 
loudly for the dorm girls, who were still yelling and whistling.

Junior turned the radio to a classical FM station and pulled out into 
traffic.  They drove through town, out the other side, and onto a 
state highway for the fifteen minute drive.  Emily lay her head on 
Junior's shoulder and sighed with contentment.

"Did you and Patty decide on a menu for Thursday's dinner?" Junior 
asked.

"Yes!" she replied and went on to discuss the options and what they'd 
decided.  Patty had invited Emily out to their house on Wednesday to 
look over their dinning room and pick out the dishes, table service, 
and linens.  She'd take her swim suit and overnight bag to spend the 
night.  Someone else was going to visit and Patty wanted Emily to meet 
them.

Had Emily decided on a car?  No.  Had Junior?  No.  They discussed 
cars for while and again laughed about the huge, new car they were 
riding in.

Finally they were at the turn-off for Richard's.  A fancy sign 
directed them down a flower lined two lane drive, complete with small 
patio type lights ready to mark the way after dark.  The road dipped 
and they could see the large lake stretching off to the west.  On the 
near shore was a grove of tall trees and the drive eased in under the 
spreading branches to a large wood building, not unlike a lodge.  
Junior pulled up by the awning over the front steps and a snappy 
looking valet and doorman greeted them.  The doorman helped Emily out 
and the valet handed Junior a ticket for his car as he hopped in and 
drove it off to park.  Emily took Junior's arm again and they ascended 
the stone steps and entered as the doorman held open the giant wood 
door.

"Good evening!" the tall blond hostess, dressed in a long black gown 
with a plunging neckline, greeted them.  "You must be Junior and 
Emily!  So nice to have you join us here at Richard's for dinner.  
We're looking forward to a spectacular sunset; I'm sure you'll enjoy 
it.  Let me show you to your table."

There were a few patrons all ready there enjoying an early dinner.  
The hostess led them to a table by the tall glass windows, overlooking 
a lower patio full of tables with open umbrellas, where quite a few 
happy hour guests were celebrating the end of the workday.  Beyond the 
patio were boat docks with several dozen large pleasure boats docked 
and folks wearing sea-faring clothing wandered about tending their 
expensive toys.  The lake stretched away toward the horizon, bright 
blue in the late afternoon summer sun.  It was a beautiful sight.

"Oh Junior!" Emily gushed, ignoring his holding of her chair, waiting 
for her to sit.  "Just look at the view!  What's the name of this 
lake?"

"The name is Lake Orion," said the hostess.  "Named after the horse of 
the first surveyor of this area in the early eighteen hundreds.  By 
the way, my name is Carolyn and if you need anything at all, please 
let me know.  Sunset is at 8:50 tonight, so you've got over three 
hours to enjoy our service."

The bus boy appeared and filled the water glasses and left.

"If I may suggest a little treat, why don't you try one of Richard's 
special summer treats, Lemonade a la Desiree.  Desiree is his first 
daughter and always had lemonade during the hot season.  I think you 
two would really enjoy them.  Can I bring one for each of you?"

Emily smiled and nodded.

"Yes, we'll each have one," Junior told Carolyn.

She left and Junior stood with Emily, watching a power cruiser motor 
out of the harbor into the big lake.  Emily leaned back into Junior's 
chest and sighed.

"This is really beautiful!" Emily whispered.  "I don't know what this 
is all going to cost you, but whatever it is, the view is worth it!"

Junior put his hands on Emily's shoulders and held her close.  "You're 
right!  It is breath-taking.  The only thing prettier is you!"

"Oh Junior," Emily choked on her tears of joy and tried to elbow him 
in the ribs.  "You do go on!"

Junior turned her around and kissed her like a lover.  They were still 
kissing when Carolyn brought the Lemonades a la Desiree for them.  She 
discretely set them down and backed out, smiling over 'young love'.

When they broke to take a breath, Junior noticed the drinks and 
pointed them out to Emily.  Again holding her chair, Emily sat and let 
Junior push her chair up to the table.  Junior moved around and sat 
down across from her.  He lifted his lemonade a la Desiree and clicked 
it with Emily's.

"To a beautiful sunset!" he toasted.  Emily smiled and they took sips 
of their drinks together.

"Uhhhhmmmmmmmm!" Emily said, "That's good!"

Junior agreed.  The Lemonade a la Desiree wasn't a tart drink.  Though 
it looked like regular lemonade, it had a creamy taste like a lemony 
dreamsickle.  It was really great!

"Oh my God!" Emily exclaimed.  "Look at all the flowers!"

Indeed, the two lovers had been only looking at the lake and each 
other.  All around the table were giant splays of flowers!  The table 
was blocked off from the rest of the room by them, except for a narrow 
path to let the servers come and go.  Each one had a card and Junior 
reached to the nearest and pulled it out.  He read it and got red in 
the face!

"What is it darling?  What's the matter." Emily asked.

"It's from my Sister, Maryann."

"Well, read it to me!"

'Good luck Junior and Emily.' Junior read aloud  'I hope the sunset is 
beautiful!  Love Maryann.  PS - Give Emily a big hug from me!'

"Wow!  That's from your Sister?"

"Yes," Junior replied, still a little surprised.

"Who sent all these others?"

"I have no idea!"

"Come on!  Open them.  I'm dying of curiosity!" 

"Okay, I'll take this one, you try that one on the end!"

They each got an envelope and card to open.

Junior's was from Steve and Sylvia.  'Have a great evening!  Love 
S&S!'

'Have a wonderful evening.  Love Mom!' Emily read.  'PS - Looking 
forward to seeing you on Friday Emily!'  It's from your Mother!  How 
sweet!"

"This is from my Doctor and his wife Sylvia, my Dad's PA," Junior said 
as they traded cards.

"What's a PA?" Emily asked.

"A personal assistant.  More than a secretary, Sylvia runs his life!"

They picked another two cards and read them.  Junior's was from his 
Dad.

"Hey, who is Billy Joe?  He writes really kewl," said Emily.  "Listen: 
'Love is a rose.  Its beauty needs no ink and its aroma needs no 
perfume.  Just sit back and enjoy!'.  That's really nice!"

"Billy Joe is Maryann's boyfriend and works for Sylvia as the security 
manager for Preston Industries, my Dad's company.  Here, this card is 
from my Father."

'Emily and Junior; Have a GREAT evening!  Love Dad.' Emily read.

"Here's the last one," Junior told Emily as he opened it.  "'Emily and 
Junior.  Have a super sunset!  Kelly and Bill.'  Kelly is my Dad's 
company's president and Bill is her husband."

"Kewl!" Emily gushed.  "Your family and friends are really neat!  Look 
at all these flowers!"

"And there's one more!" Carolyn said as she came in with a wide bowl 
full of roses floating in water with a lit candle and set it in the 
middle of the table.  She handed the card to Emily and withdrew.

Emily giggled like a schoolgirl and opened the envelope.  She read the 
card aloud: 'You are the light of my life - my roses of love reflect 
your beauty and grace.  Love Junior'.

"Oh Junior, they're beautiful!" Emily cried, more happy tears running 
down her cheeks.  "You make me so happy!"  Emily pulled her 
handkerchief out of her purse and dabbed away the tears.  She poked a 
floating rose and watched them float around the candle.  All the 
flowers are wonderful but these are the best!"

Junior moved his chair around to be next to hers and they held hands.  
He kissed away the happy tears and together they played with the 
floating roses and candle while they sipped on their Lemonade a la 
Desiree.

Carolyn kept an eye on them.  It was a slow night and she'd been told 
to take a $100 tip for her extra special service.  Another $100 was 
authorized for her to spread around to the valet, doorman, bus boy, 
and the server.  They didn't close until midnight and if they stayed 
until closing, she'd happily keep them in drink, food, and good cheer.  
She went back to the hostess stand and got out her Polaroid camera.  
She checked the film and went to their table.

"Excuse me, but perhaps The Lady would like me to take a snap shot of 
you two with all the beautiful flowers?" Carolyn asked.

"Oh Yes!" Emily said excitedly, then turned with pleading eyes for 
Junior's approval.

"That's a great idea Carolyn," Junior added enthusiastically, 
realizing that any argument was foolish.  "How would you like us to 
pose?"

"Just sit like your are and hold hands.  That's sweet!"

Carolyn took the shot from behind Junior's first seating place and got 
the floating roses and candle, the two lovers holding hands, and 
several splays of flowers behind them.  She set the developing print 
on the table and then asked them to stand.  She had Junior stand in 
the opening between the flowers and Emily in front of him, slightly to 
one side.

"Junior, put your arm around Emily's shoulders and hold her hand with 
the other.  Emily, put both of your hands on his.  Yes, just like 
that.  Now smile!"

Carolyn took the shot and again left the developing print on the 
table.  She backed out quietly as Junior and Emily sat again, looking 
at the roses, out across the lake, and into each other's eyes.  They 
kissed again.  Long, soft, and loving.

Ten minutes later, Carolyn returned to ask if they needed another 
drink or would like to order dinner.  "There's no rush.  If you want 
to eat now, you can.  Or you can wait.  Either way is okay with us."

Carolyn patiently watched as Emily turned to Junior, seeking out his 
desire.

Junior was as one with Emily now; he knew what to say.  "Carolyn, 
we're both too excited to eat.  Maybe we could take a walk, say out on 
that dock there."  Junior pointed to the main boat dock pier.  "We'll 
leave our jackets here and have a little stroll.  Would that be okay 
with you guys?"

"Oh, what a lovely idea.  Sometimes I get off about now and do the 
same thing!  Of course you can.  Come on, I'll show you a short cut to 
the docks."

The two lovers took off their jackets and followed Carolyn back to the 
hostess stand.

"Perhaps you'd like me to hold your purse here in my locked drawer, so 
you don't have to carry it," Carolyn suggested to Emily.

Emily remembered her earlier thoughts about being prepared and told 
Carolyn that she'd hold onto her purse, but thanks anyway.

"Now take this elevator down to the lower level, go out to the patio 
and go down the steps on either side to the walkway around the patio 
base to the docks.  If anyone says anything, tell them you're waiting 
on dinner and have them call me if there's any questions.  Okay?"  
Carolyn asked.

They thanked Carolyn, called the elevator, got in, and rode down to 
the lower level.  There they found an empty banquet hall and a busy, 
large bar, with most of the customers out on the patio.  They went out 
onto the patio and found a stairway down to the patio base walkway to 
the docks.  Hand in hand they walked, out onto the long main pier of 
the docks.  Carolyn was at the window, making sure they had no trouble 
following her directions.  Seeing that young couple reminded her of 
the last time she'd gone out on the pier.

She'd met a club member, gone to his boat, and enjoyed 30 hours of 
unending sex with him, his wife, their two daughters, and three sons.  
It had been excellent sex, but she'd shied away from another private 
party with them.  The member had asked her four weekends straight, but 
she was concerned that one of the kids might tell on her.  It was 
against the rules to fraternize with club members and guests; she 
loved her job and didn't want to lose it.

She did have a problem with the oldest son.  He attended the 
University and had shared an apartment with 2 other guys.  He knew the 
club rules and, without his parents knowledge, he threatened Carolyn's 
exposure if she didn't put out for him.  She in turn, had secretly 
taped two of his more demanding telephone conversations and secretly 
video taped his lewd demands and exposure threats.  She actually 
didn't mind making love with him; she just didn't like being forced by 
threats.  Once, when she'd been fucking him in his apartment, he'd 
left her asleep in his bed to smoke pot and snort cocaine in his 
living room with two other guys.  Carolyn was ready for this too.  
She'd secreted a blank video tape in his closet by his VCR camera.  
She used it then, getting over a half an hour of him snorting and 
smoking dope.  She'd snuck the tape home and made two copies of it.  
One for her safety deposit box, one for her home library, and one for 
his apartment tape collection.

The next time he demanded that she share her body with him and his 
gang of rude college buddies, she pulled out the tape and they watched 
it together.  Naturally he was furious; if his father ever saw it, 
he'd be cut off completely, forever.  His Dad was death on 
recreational drugs.  Now Carolyn was in the driver's seat.  She still 
enjoyed his hard cock once or twice a week, but on her terms.  Twice 
she'd sent him away because he'd been drinking, once because he hadn't 
showered.  It was a good situation for her.  Whenever she wanted some 
cock, she'd call him and he'd come running.

"Oh to be young and in love again," Carolyn sighed.  She turned away 
from the windows and went back to her station by the door.

Out on the pier, Emily's heart was bursting with love.  The power of 
her emotion had washed over Junior and he was feeling it too, though 
with some masculine caution thrown in the water.  With Emily in front 
of him and his arms around her, it seemed to Junior that she was 
trying to pull his arms tight against the sides of her big boobs while 
she sexily wiggled her butt against his growing erection.  Emily held 
one of his hands in each of hers.  She cleverly pulled down on one of 
his arms and turned her face up to his for a kiss.

Suddenly Junior felt three thrills.  The first was Emily's hot tongue 
probing his mouth delightfully,  The second was his cock getting a 
wicked butt-crack massage.  Third was his hand, the one she wasn't 
pulling on, moved up and began to lustfully massage Emily's breast and 
stiff nipple, under the specific direction of her hand.  She was 
actually showing him what she wanted.

The total result was a huge erection for Junior.  Emily kept kissing 
him, rubbing her ass against his hard-on, and squeezing his hand 
around her boob and nipple.

Finally she broke the kiss and relaxed her hold on his hands.  She 
turned in his arms and again reached up for a kiss and at the same 
time massaged his cock with her hands to check on how hard she'd made 
him.

"Ooooh!  You're nice and hard now!  All ready for a good suck!"  Emily 
cooed.

"Jeez Maryann!" Junior gasped, "You keep that up and you'll have to 
lick my cum off the insides of my slacks if you want a taste."

Junior tried to pull her hands off the front of his pants when she 
deftly pulled his hand again to her breast.

"Feel that nipple lover?" Emily asked.  "Feel how stiff it is?  Well 
it's stiff for you, lover.  Why don't you get on your knees, put your 
hand up under my skirt, and feel how wet I am?  All because of you!  I 
want to feel your cock in me so bad!  In my hot twat, down my deep 
throat, or up my tight ass.  I don't care which!  I'm so fucking tired 
of being a virgin!  It really sucks!"

Suddenly Junior understood completely, or at least as much as a man 
can ever understand a woman.  He pulled Emily into his arms and gave 
her a kiss that would light up a thousand homes if it was wired right.

"I love you!" he said, then turned and led her down the nearest boat 
dock.  He was looking for a place to make love.  Right now!  They 
turned down an outer dock arm where older boats were docked and nobody 
seemed to be around on a Monday evening.  He found a sail shed that 
was unlocked.  He pushed Emily inside and closed the door after him.  
She understood and sat down on a pile of sails.  Junior was on her 
immediately.  He kissed her hotly and then pulled off.

"Spread your legs girl.  I want a taste of that 'hot twat', as you 
call it!"

Emily giggled, pulled her knees up, and spread them wide.  Junior 
tossed her skirt up onto her belly and pulled her thong to one side.

"Get ready to cum!" Junior told her as he began to lick her pussy.  
Soon the labia swelled out and his tongue went between them to the 
inner labia and vulva.  She was correct; she was as wet as a spring 
storm.  Junior lapped up all he could get then began to tongue-fuck 
her to find the cream inside.  He got what he could then went after 
her swollen clit, sucking and tongue lashing it until her cum began to 
ooze out of her vagina.  Junior went down and lapped it all up, poking 
her G-spot again and again, making Emily cry out with joy repeatedly.

When Junior got back to her clit, he slid two finger into her love 
tunnel to massage her G-spot while his lips and mouth teased her 
clitoris.  It didn't take long to set fire to her hot firecracker.  
She screamed once, then held back her yells of pleasure as Junior took 
the 'edge' off of her horniness.

After Emily's thighs released his head, Junior eased back and stood, 
checking his tie and tucking in his shirt.  "I'll be outside," he told 
a still swooning Emily.  "I'll be waiting for you lover."

Junior stood waiting outside, leaning against the sail shed watching 
the sun reflect off of the rippling lake.  'Emily's right!  It's a 
beautiful sight!' he thought.

The sail shed door opened and Emily staggered out, a little wobbly but 
everything tucked in and hair brushed.

She saw Junior and joined him leaning against the shed wall, looking 
out over the beautiful lake.

"Hey sailor," Emily asked Junior, "did you get the number of that 
truck that ran over me?"

"No, I sure didn't.  But it was cumming for a damn long time!"  Junior 
teased.

Emily elbowed Junior and he danced away from her on the dock.

"Hey, smells like some pretty good cooking going on up there.  What do 
you say we go get some food?  You work up an appetite yet, sailor?" 
Junior said as he tried to keep out of reach of Emily's grasping 
fingernails.  Finally he let himself be caught and he 'suffered' under 
her painful pinches.  After they quit laughing, they walked arm and 
arm back to the lodge, up across the patio, and up the elevator.

"So did you guys like the pier and docks?" Carolyn asked with a leer, 
knowing that they'd gone into the sail shed for twenty minutes.  
"Perhaps you'd like to freshen up a bit," Carolyn pointed to the 
restrooms.  "I'll get two more drinks for your table along with menus.  
Okay?"

Junior and Emily nodded their agreement and went to freshen up.  Soon 
they were back at the table, where Carolyn had left fresh Lemonades a 
la Desiree for them, along with the menus.  Junior helped Emily with 
her chair and then sat in his place opposite her.  They sipped their 
drinks and looked over the menu.

Carolyn returned and explained the specials.  She made a few 
suggestions and made mention of their award winning dessert cart.  She 
left to let them decide.

"You hungry for a steak or something like that?" Junior asked.  "You 
could have what ever you want.  How about one of those little six 
ounce fillets or New York Strips?"

"I don't care much for meat, red or otherwise," Emily replied.

Junior and Emily agreed on that and went through the menu together, 
talking about what they liked and disliked.  They eventually agreed on 
large fresh greens, onion, and tomato salads, French onion soup, and 
they'd split a large lobster.  Plus they'd share a large plate of cold 
cooked shrimp with a cocktail sauce dip for an appetizer.  Carolyn 
took their order and brought out the appetizer herself.

Laughing and giggling, the two lovers ate their way through their four 
course dinner.  Junior moved over to share the lobster.  They had fun 
dipping chunks of lobster into the melted butter and feeding each 
other.  Finally the table was cleared when Carolyn pushed up the 
dessert cart.

"Oh my God!  Just look at that!" Emily cried.  "I couldn't possibly 
eat all those calories!"

"Sure you can!" Carolyn said.  "You wouldn't want to make the dessert 
chef mad, would you?  He prepared these treats for you special.  He 
knew that you were coming tonight and made sure that every calorie had 
been removed from each dessert.  Besides, they're all ready paid for 
with the price of dinner.  And if you don't eat one, Junior won't 
either, would you sir?  See, so you owe it to the chef, to me, and to 
Junior to spoil yourself with just a small treat.  There's no hurry to 
pick or to eat.  Why don't I go get some coffee for you both and you 
can discuss it between yourself.  I know that some couples get a 
selection to share.  Each of you can get something the other might 
like and you split them.  Doesn't that sound good?  Okay, I'll get the 
coffee.  I'll be back in a few minutes with the java and take your 
order."

"Just look at that chocolate mousse!" Junior pointed it out.

"Nice," Emily replied, "but it looks stale compared to that strawberry 
cheesecake!"

"That triple layer German chocolate cake looks like a chocolate 
lover's delight!"

"I haven't had good apple pie in ages.  Look at this fat piece!"

"Maybe they could heat it up and put a scoop of ice cream on it?" 
Junior suggested.

"What's this?  Apple strudel?" Emily asked.  "No, looks more like a 
cobbler.  That's it, apple cobbler!"

"Right you are!" Carolyn agreed with Emily as she set down the coffee, 
creamer, and sugar.  She set out their cups and saucers, the coffee 
pot, the spoons, and the fixings.  "Let me tell you all the names of 
our goodies."

Carolyn named and described all the desserts, including the apple 
cobbler.

Junior was diplomatic, "What do you recommend Carolyn?"

"Actually," Carolyn whispered in a conspirator manner, "I really like 
two that aren't on the cart.  They're on the menu, but they don't put 
them on the cart because they aren't really big and impressive.  One 
is an absolutely divine peach cobbler.  Fresh peaches baked in a 
homemade flaky crust.  I'm a southern girl and I really love it!  Heat 
it up and put a spoonful of ice cream on the edge.  It's my favorite.  
The other is a key lime pie.  I'm kind of a lime freak and I really 
like the cool, tart taste of key lime pie.  We actually use real key 
limes from the Florida Keys and an old recipe from a native conch cook 
from old Key West."

"Hey, they sound good!" Junior said and looked to Emily for approval.  

Emily nodded her head vigorously and Carolyn went to get the treats.  
Junior poured the coffee.  His with cream; Emily's with cream and 
sugar.  They sipped their coffee and looked out over the lake where 
the sun was streaming across the rippling water in a beam into their 
eyes.

"Looks like we're going to have a smashing sunset!" Carolyn said as 
she served the pie and cobbler.  She fished out four forks and laughed 
when she told them to share.  She backed out and left them to their 
coffee and desserts.

Junior was still sitting on the side, across the corner of the table 
from his lover.  Their knees bumped nicely under the table as they 
held hands and delicately forked up some hot peach cobbler.

"Uhhhhhhmmmmmmm!" they said together, tasting the sweet peaches and 
fresh baked crust.  They took another forkful, this time Emily fed 
Junior and he fed her.  Giggling they sipped coffee, ate their treats, 
and watched the sunset.

Next they tried the Key Lime pie and decided it was wonderful too.  
Carolyn was correct; the two desserts weren't big and impressive; they 
were simply delicious!

All to soon the desserts were all gone and Carolyn had picked up the 
plates.  Junior poured more coffee, swallowed hard, and turned the 
conversation to his confession.

"First off Emily, please understand that my lies were to protect you 
from my foolishness.  I don't mean to hurt you.  I love you and never 
want to hurt you.  I was going to tell you all this after you met my 
Mom and Sister; they're a big part of this.  But after your confession 
to me over the phone on Sunday, I cannot continue my deceptions.  
Here's the first one.  Bob is my long, lost uncle.  His Father was 
sired by a man who was the brother to my Dad's grandfather.  Now I 
didn't know all this two weeks ago and it wasn't verified until this 
past weekend."

"Bob?  You mean Doctor Wentworth?  Our Doc. Wentworth?"

"Yes, the very same one."

Emily took that well and there was no yelling or name calling.

Junior then explained that he'd learned all about sex from his Mom and 
Dad when he was ten.

"You mean you've had sex with your Mom?"

"Yes.  And I still do!"

"Well, I guess I'm going to meet my competition on Friday."

"Oh, Mom isn't competition.  She's my teacher, along with Maryann and. 
. . . "

"Your Sister?"

"Yes, and my Dad too!"

"Your Dad?  But that's. . . . that's bi!. . . . er. . . . bi-sexual!"

"Yes, it is!

"How long has this been going on?"

"Like I said, since I was ten or so.  About nine years."

"My, you do have a lot of lovers!"  Emily said cautiously, waiting to 
see what else Junior might say.  "Is that all?"

"Well, no.  We have a small group.  They're the ones who sent all 
these flowers.  Steve, he was Dad's roommate in college, and his wife 
Sylvia.  And Kelly and her husband Bill.  And Billy Joe, he's 
Maryann's new boyfriend.  He's really much older, but he's joined our 
little group now too.  That also includes Bob and Patty, after this 
past weekend."

"Do you mean when they said they were going out of town for the 
weekend, they went to your house?"

"Yup!  Spent the whole weekend too.  My Aunt Louise and her daughter, 
Heather, drove down from the mountains on Saturday too, to meet Doc 
and Patty.  The went through our stuff and found an old Bible and 
photographs that trace our family line back to before 1900.  I think 
it's pretty neat.  I'd never had an Uncle before or an Aunt like 
Patty.  Nor had I seen Aunt Louise or Heather for over ten years.  
She's the same age as you and Maryann, eighteen.  You'll get to meet 
them on Wednesday.  They're staying at Bob and Patty's house.  Oh, 
Aunt Louise and Heather are in our group too."

"Junior, do you mean that they're the ones whom Patty wants me to 
meet?"

"Yes, it's rather complicated, but I'll explain a little bit so you 
won't be caught flat footed when you meet them.   Aunt Louise is a 
herbal healer, one of a long line of Wentworths descended from Healer 
Ester and her husband Doctor Wentworth.  She's teaching Heather, 
handing down the knowledge Mother to Daughter.  One of the reasons 
they're coming here is to meet you."

"What?  To meet me?  Why?" Emily asked.

"Well Patty brought up the idea that you might make use of 'Mother's 
Blessing', Heather's herbal contraceptive.  Heather has been using it 
for many years and says it really soothes her cramps, PMS, and 
regulates her period like clockwork.  It also begins to work 
immediately; you don't have to wait several weeks or through a full 
cycle for it to become effective."

"Really?  Everything I've read about contraception says that I'd have 
to wait at least one week to be safe, more often a full cycle like you 
said.  How does it work?" Emily asked.

"That's why you need to meet Aunt Louise and Heather.  They can 
explain it.  Patty is also very interested.  I'm not sure, but I think 
she's started herself on 'Mother's Blessing'.  I know that Doc 
Wentworth is interested too.  He's working with Patty to set up a 
clinical study, but I'm not sure if they can do it without an FDA 
approval."

"Why do they want FDA approval?" 

"All the women this weekend, including my Mom and Sister, thought that 
the lack of side effects, common with the 'pill', would make 'Mother's 
Blessing' a very valuable and wonderful alternative.  They are all 
thinking of switching."

"Are you telling me that Patty, and perhaps your Mom and Sister are 
going off the pill and onto this herbal remedy?"

"Yes.  That's exactly what I'm saying."

"Hmmmmm," Emily said as she thought things over.  Then she asked, "So 
you're bi-sexual?  With your Dad, Doc Wentworth, and all those other 
men?"

"Yes," Junior replied.

"I see," said Emily.  "Does this mean that your Sister *and* your 
Mother are bi-sexual too?

"Yes," Junior replied, "and so is Patty and Doc. Wentworth, and 
everyone else in our group."

"My God!  What about the disease?  What do they call it. . . . ah. . . 
. ?"

"STD's," Junior helped her.

"Yes, STD's!  What about them?"

"STD's are a problem, but not in our group.  We've all been thoroughly 
checked out by Doctor Steve, and are checked each month regardless of 
our sexual activity.  Of course, one foolish casual sexual contact 
could infect the whole group within weeks, so we have a code of 
conduct of sorts.  No one has a sexual contact outside the group 
without first checking with the other members, the last contact would 
be Doctor Steve.  If his clinic had no information, they'll call other 
physicians until they got a clean bill of sexual health, a dirty bill 
of health, or no knowledge.  We in the group *expect* all of the 
members to follow this simple requirement: if you can't verify a 
potential partner's clean sexual health, don't get involved!

"Oh, I see." Emily said as she digested this bit of information.  "Am 
I going to have to be 'checked out' by this 'Doctor Steve'?"

"Yes, I'd like that if you want to join our group.  Do expect to want 
multiple sex partners?"

"Well,. . . . I ah. . . . I'm not sure if I ah. . . . "

"Okay, I'm not sure either!" Junior agreed.  "Why don't you wait until 
you can talk to Patty, Aunt Louise and Heather, and my Mom and Sister 
before  you decide.  If you do decide to join our group, there is a 
Doctor here that will test you and certify you.  He's Doctor Charlie.  
The same guy that's letting us use his membership at this club to have 
dinner!"

"Oh my!" Emily said again.

"One more thing," Junior said.  "Whether or not you want to join the 
'group', I still love you.  You make me very happy.  Our time together 
is very special to me.  I think you are a very special person.  I love 
you!  I know that I've deceived you and I apologize; I ask your 
forgiveness.  I ask that you accept my apologies, accept me as I am, 
and accept my love as genuine and true!"

"My darling Junior, I accept you as genuine and true.  All this other 
stuff I'm no so sure about."

"Then let's forget the other stuff and just be in love," Junior 
suggested in a moment of brilliance.

"Okay," Emily said.  "Well, lets just be us!  I'll deal with Aunt, . . 
. .whomever, on Wednesday and, her daughter, and with your Mom and 
Sister on Friday!  If I can't get a good idea about all this stuff by 
then, then I'm not deserving of you!"

"Oh sweetheart, you're deserving.  Don't get a big head now, but we're 
hoping that you'll accept us!"

"What?" Emily said, a bit confused.

"Well, they all know about my deep love for you.  You're my first 
love, outside my family.  And remember that Patty and Bob were with us 
at the lake.  They know you too and spoke very highly about you to the 
group.  That's why, I believe, they all sent flowers.  They're showing 
their support of my love for you and, as a group, want to please you.  
They want to make you happy and wish our relationship to grow and 
bloom into deep love."

Well, they sound like a nice bunch of people.  When can I meet them?"

"It will have to be after I get back from Hawaii.  You know Bob and 
Patty.  You'll meet Aunt Louise and Heather on Wednesday.  Then on 
Friday you'll meet Mom and Maryann.  You can ask my Mom anything, or 
Maryann; she'll be with you all weekend.  I'm thinking that maybe 
Billy Joe, Maryann's guy, and I could drive down on Saturday evening 
and we'll all go dancing together.  I'll talk to Billy Joe and by 
Friday I'll know if he's interested.  He's an excellent dancer.  If he 
agrees, we can call you on Saturday morning and ask you two out.  
After you meet Maryann and spend an evening with her, you may not want 
to see us.  Perhaps you two will have such a good time, you'll want to 
party alone without us.  So we'll call on Saturday morning and asked 
you out on a date.  Okay?"

"You're being silly," Emily said with a smile.  "I'm going to want to 
see you on Saturday night, you may as well commit to it now!"

"I don't know about that?" Junior replied.  "But I do know my Sister 
pretty well and she can be really devious.  Eighteen hours with her 
and she may convince you that you don't really love me and that you 
should blow me off!  She might want to keep my sperm for her and Mom!"

"I'll scratch her eyes out!" Emily exclaimed, showing her long 
fingernails.

"Hey, your guardian is coming on Thursday.  Do you know when and if 
he's bringing his wife?" Junior asked.

"His jet is scheduled to arrive at 4:15 and, yes, Dr. John is bringing 
Susan."

"That's good news!  Did you and Patty talk about the Faculty Club?"

"No," Emily replied, "what about it?"

"Doc. Wentworth has reserved a room for a small University welcome for 
your Dr. John and Susan," Junior explained.

"What?!!!  Why are they doing that?  He's coming here to see me!"

"Oh, don't get your panties tied up in knots!  Doc. is only being 
sociable and making sure that they understand how much the University 
appreciates their star pre-freshman student!"

"I don't know if Doctors John and Susan, she's a Doctor too, are going 
to like that!" Emily complained.

"He said it was okay, as long as it didn't take too long.  So Doc. 
reserved the room for only an hour and a half, 4:45 to 6:15.  They've 
set dinner time for 7PM at their house.  Also, Dr. John and Dr. Susan 
are going to spend the night at the Wentworth's home.  They've 
canceled their reservations at University Inn."

"How come you know all this?  How'd this get set up without me 
knowing?  And what's this about me being a 'star pre-freshman 
student'?"

"I know because Doc. told me to rent the car by 4:00 so I could pick 
Doctors John and Susan up at the airport.  Doc. knew because Doctor 
James' secretary called him and told him the ETA and the one and a 
half hour time for the welcome reception at the faculty club.  And 
when Doc. explained who Dr. John and Susan were and why they were 
coming to the University to see you, Doctor James spoke to all your 
Professors about you and discovered that you're doing 4.0 GPA work in 
all your courses and you'll be an honor roll student as a  pre-
freshman."

"Oh My God!" is all Emily could say.

"Yes, and you better be on your best behavior.  All your Professors 
will be there as well as the Dean of Chemistry and Dean Stevens, the 
Dean of Biology."

"Who is Doctor James?" Emily asked.

"Doctor James is the President of the University."

"Awesome!" Emily cried out loud!  "And I'm the star?"

"Now don't swell up and bust your bra!" Junior laughed.  "If your 
guardians weren't international VIPs, then all this may not be 
happening.  That's why, when Doc. found out about your Doctors John 
and Susan and who they were, he told Doctor James.  He's the one who 
talked to Dr. John and their secretaries shared the information about 
their arrival."

"So let me understand this, you're going to pick them up and. . . . "

"We're going to pick them up!" Junior interjected.

Okay, we pick them up, drive to campus, go to the faculty club for 
this welcome with my Professors, Deans, and the University President. 
. . . ."

"And you and me and probably Patty too," Junior interjected again.

"And then go to the Wentworth's and have dinner with us, Doc. and 
Patty, and John and Susan."

"Don't forget that Aunt Louise and Heather will be there too!"

"Who's going to cook while we're all at the reception?" Emily asked.

"The girls from Dean Stevens' house.  You don't know about them.  Dean 
Stevens is a gay woman and her sorority is too.  She has seven girls 
living with her, just down the road from the Wentworth's house, that 
cook, serve, and keep house in exchange for rent.  They're going to 
prepare the meal, serve it, and clean up afterward. "

"Wow, this is getting really complicated." Emily said.

"All for you!"

"I didn't want this!  It's all so much!" Emily complained.

"Don't worry.  It's far beyond your ability to stop.  Just go with the 
flow, and enjoy it!  I'll be with you every step of the experience."

"Am I going to sleep over at the Wentworth's too?"

"I'd plan on it," Junior explained.  "They have lots of bedrooms.  You 
can check it out when you're there on Wednesday.  Just leave your 
overnight bag there and find a room for me close by that I can sneak 
out of to sleep with you.  Wouldn't that be neat!"

"That would be wonderful.  But all those people?  Someone might see!"

"Well, Bob and Patty expect it, as well as Aunt Louise and Heather.  
The only ones to worry about is Dr. John and Dr. Susan." Junior 
pointed out.

"Hello again!" Carolyn said as she came back in and checked on them.  
"Are you finished or do you need more coffee?"

"Goodness, I forgot all about the time," Junior said.  "It's near your 
closing.  Please bring the bill and I'll sign.  We'll get out of here 
and let your people go home."

"Not to worry.  They've all left.  And you don't have to sign the 
bill.  Doctor Charlie called ahead and made arrangements.  That 
includes very generous tips for the valet and doorman, not to mention 
me and the wait staff.  Just take your time and enjoy!"

"We need to leave, Carolyn.  I really appreciate your fine service." 
Junior told her.

"Yes, this has been a wonderful evening!" Emily added.

"Thank you," Carolyn replied.  "I hope you'll let Doctor Charles know 
that we've treated you well.  I do have one question, if I may be so 
bold.  What do you want us to do with all these flowers?  We can put 
them in your car, or we can send them to a nearby rest home where 
they'll cheer up a bunch of old folks."

Emily turned to Junior, "Do you think that we can get all these into 
the back seat of that big car?"

"Sure!" Junior agreed.  "We can try!"

"Good!  Let's take them to the dorm," Emil y said.  The girls would 
love them!"

"All right!" Carolyn replied.  "I'll have your car brought around and 
we'll put them in the back seat!  Do you have your ticket?"

Junior gave her his valet ticker and Carolyn left.  Within a few 
minutes, the flowers began to disappear as busboys grabbed them up.

"We'd better be going." Junior said.

"Okay.  This has been a wonderful evening!" Emily replied.

Junior, not one to rock the boat, agreed and they stood to move toward 
the exit.  It was obvious that they were the last customers; no other 
customers were there!  They said good bye to Carolyn and went down to 
the door and their car.

"Look at all those flowers!" Emily said as they approached the car and 
the waiting valet.

Flowers filled the back seat.  As Emily got in the car, Carolyn dashed 
up with an open cardboard box.

"You almost left these behind!" she said.  She'd put a plastic bag for 
a liner and set the half emptied bowl of floating roses on top, with 
wadded up newspaper keeping the bowl from sliding around.

"Get in honey and we'll put this on the floor in front of the seat," 
Junior instructed.

Emily got in and slid over to the middle and Junior put the box on the 
floor.  He closed the door and turned to Carolyn.

"Thanks again," Junior told her as he kissed her hand.  "We really 
appreciate it!"

"Come back again.  It was a pleasure serving you!" Carolyn replied.

Junior went around and got in the car.  After getting on his seat belt 
and checking Emily's, he put the big Cadillac in gear and they rolled 
off down the long drive toward town.  The car stunk with the several 
hundred flowers in the back seat.  Junior had expected to get sexy 
with Emily in the back seat, but not with all those flowers.

The radio played classical music on the way back to campus and Emily 
lay her head again on Junior's shoulder.  Finally she spoke up.

"Do you think I can take 'Mother's Blessing' and then we can fuck?"

"That's what Heather and Aunt Louise say," Junior replied  "I think 
that all my family and the group know that sex is important and 
remember when they were virgins.  Don't let yourself be railroaded 
into taking MB, that's my own short name for Mother's Blessing.  You 
should carefully quiz Heather and Aunt Louise.  Aunt Louise said she 
was on the pill up until six months ago.  She's had a lot of 
unprotected sex while using MB and hasn't gotten pregnant.  Heather is 
in fact obvious evidence of her Mom's fertility."

"Heather has never been on the pill; she started on MB without her 
Mother's knowledge.  She kept her sexual activities secret for nearly 
two years, using MB.  Heather found reference to it in Healer Ester's 
'Book of Healing' and, when she made one of her regular trips to the 
deep mountains to buy herbs for their business, she spoke to women and 
found that they still use it on themselves and their daughters as they 
grow through puberty.  The women showed Heather the herbs and she 
bought them.  Heather prepared them herself following the mountain 
women's instructions and medicated herself.  After five or six years, 
she's still very un-pregnant."

"Junior, this is fantastic!  If this is true, it could be a wonderful 
way to get rich!"

"Yes, it could be.  However, we need to run clinical trials with FDA 
approval."

"Oh, the FDA," Emily said.

"Well, here we are!" Junior said as he pulled up in front of Emily's 
Dorm.

Junior helped Emily out of the car and together they went around to 
the passenger side to get the box with the floating roses bowl.  Emily 
carried it and Junior carried two of the splays of flowers.  Inside, 
Junior put down the two splays and turned to get two more.

"Honey, go on up with that box.  I'll bring the other splays in.  Meet 
me back down here and we can decide what to do with them."

Emily went up and, though it was late, several girls on the floor 
ooo'd and ahh'd over the floating roses.  Emily unlocked her room and 
found that her roommate wasn't in!  She'd left a note and explained 
she'd gone home for a late change fitting for a bridesmaid dress.  
She'd be back in the morning!  Emily put down her purse and happily 
went back to meet Junior in the lobby.

"Hey lover!" Emily greeted Junior with a big kiss.  "I missed you!"

"Great!  I love to be missed!" he replied.  "Now where can we put 
these splays of flowers?"

"Let's put one here in the lobby.  How about this one, next to the 
desk.  Okay?"

The girl assigned to the desk came out and smelled the flowers and 
said "Thanks!  They're beautiful!  Everyone will love them!"

"We've got five left.  What about one on each floor?"  Junior 
suggested.

Emily giggled, "There's only four floors, Junior!"

"All right, what's your idea?"

"Let's put one on the second and one on the fourth, then put the 
others on my floor!"

"Okay, let's take these two on up.  Come on, I'm not going onto the 
floors.  You can slide it to where you want it.  I'll stay in the 
stairwell!" Junior said.

They distributed the flowers and put three splays on Emily's third 
floor.  As they put one near Liz's room, she came out in a T-shirt 
with only panties on underneath.

"Well, here's the two lovers.  How was dinner?" Liz asked.

"It was great!  Dunk and eat shrimp, big salads, French onion soup, 
and a giant lobster that we split.  The sunset over lake Orion was 
fabulous!"  Emily told Liz.

"Lake Orion?  Lake Orion?  I've heard of that!  That's where that 
fancy private club is located.  I remember that they had a Department 
meeting out there and the college got mad at how much it cost.  What 
was the name?  Just a minute, let me think.  Rosco's?  No.  Ricardo's?  
No.  But it was something like that!"

Emily laughed and told her, "Richard's!"

"That's it!  Richard's.  Was it good?  Hey, where did you guys get all 
these flowers?"

"Junior's family and friends.  Aren't they wonderful!"

"Hey Em, are you going to introduce me to your man?" Liz asked.

"Oh!  Yeah sure!  Come on down here.  Junior, come meet my friend Liz.  
Liz, this is Junior."

"Hi!" Junior said.  "You must be Emily's shower buddy!

Liz bristled a bit, realizing that Emily had told him about their 
showers together and probably a lot more.  She decided to tease back.

"Emily has told me about you.  She said you have a groovy way to eat a 
chocolate eclair!"  Liz giggled.

"Did she show you her preferred way to eat a deviled egg?" Junior 
retorted.  "Maybe not.  It's something she may be keeping close to her 
chest!"

Emily turned bright red and elbowed Junior.  "Stop it!  Just stop it!" 
she insisted.  "Liz, be nice!  Quit blabbing my private life!"

"Okay," Liz said.  "Sorry.  I was momentary dazzled by this hunk of a 
man."  Liz moved in close so her tits pushed against Junior's upper 
belly.  "My, you are a big one!"  Liz turned to Emily, "He's cute 
too!"

Emily laughed and grabbed Junior's arm, pulling him down the hall.  
"Good night Liz!  I'll see you tomorrow and tell you all about the 
restaurant, the sunset, and the flowers.  Say goodnight Liz!"

Liz laughed and said "Goodnight!" and went back into her room.

Emily pulled Junior to her room and then inside, closing the door 
behind them.

"Where's your roommate?" Junior asked.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you!" Emily showed him her 
roommate's note.  "She's gone!  She went home overnight.  Isn't that 
too bad?"  Emily giggled as she took off her jacket, followed closely 
by her skirt.  She tossed both onto her roommate's bed.  Junior got 
the idea and began to strip too.  Emily beat him striping down to her 
underwear, but Junior beat her getting naked; he wasn't wearing any 
underwear!

They met in the middle of the small dorm room, standing under the 
glare of the ceiling light, and began to hug and kiss.  Junior 
unhooked her bra and pulled it off so he could feel her chest against 
his.  Between kisses he noticed that the window drapes were open.  He 
quickly moved to the window and pulled them closed.  Emily reached her 
favorite candle and lit it.  She lit several other tapers and set them 
around the room.  Junior clicked off the overhead light and the room 
became a romantic lair.  Emily took her clothes off of her roommate's 
bed and lay them over the back of the chair.  Then she went to the 
door and locked it, jamming a anti-entry wedge under the door.  She 
turned and walked on her knees to the edge of the bed.

"Okay big guy.  Come over here and sit down.  I'm going to reward your 
fine behavior tonight with a number one fantastic blow job.  I'm going 
to suck all the cum out of you.  I want my dessert!  My *real* 
dessert.  Now quit standing around and sit down, right here!  Mister, 
I want your cum!"

Emily attacked Junior's hardon with the skill of a hooker.  Her newly 
found confidence in her cocksucking abilities was only exceeded by her 
lust to please her lover.  She licked up and down his swollen 
erection.  She paused to smile up at Junior, licking her lips and 
winking at him like a slut.  She laved her tongue around his cockhead 
and when she was sure she had his attention, she ovaled her lips and 
went down on him until the cockhead was stuck in her throat where she 
swallowed down on it several times.

"My God!" Junior gasped as his body shuddered with the pleasure.

Back up the cock she moved, pausing to tease the sweet spot under his 
cockhead, then off his cock to wash the head with her tongue and then 
down on the outside to search out the rubbery orbs inside their 
wrinkled sac.  She'd learned a new trick; at least new for her.  She 
pushed the balls around for a while then gently took one entire ball 
into her mouth, sucking on it sweetly.

"Shit!" Junior groaned, curling his toes with the sexy sensation.

Emily did the same to the other ball then moved back to the cockhead 
to get serious about her cocksucking.  She began her pull-up-the-cum 
strokes with her hand and mouth.  Her spit had the cock slicked up so 
that both her hand and mouth moved easily and smoothly.  Down and up, 
swirl her tongue, then again down and up, swirl her tongue across the 
sweet spot.  Each time she caressed the sweet spot, Junior shivered 
and Emily knew she was getting to him.  She pulled off after ten downs 
and ups, looking up at Junior.

"Gonna cum for me stud?  Gonna splash my tonsils  with your jism?  
Come on, make me a happy woman!  Cum in my throat!  Okay Lover?" Emily 
pleaded.

Then again she pumped his cock with her mouth and hand, her free hand 
scratching lightly on the bottom of his ball sac.  It may have been 
her nasty mouth or it may have been her light fingernail scratching, 
but Junior moaned as he felt his cum stirring in his balls.

"God Emily, you're going to make me cum!"

Hearing the words she wanted to hear, Emily immediately took his 
cockhead into her throat.  She repeatedly swallowed down on him, five, 
six, seven times.  She pulled off for a breath, then back down on him, 
this time moving an inch or so, rubbing his cockhead with her throat 
muscles, swallowing when he was all the way in.

A good cocksucker always has her way with a hot man.  All too soon 
Junior was cumming.  Just like Emily wanted, she got the first shot 
down her hot throat.  The others she took on her tongue as she teased 
his sweet spot.

Junior groaned with his pleasure, trying not to grab Emily's head to 
force her to take him deep again.  It was all too wonderful; a 
fantastic blow job!

"Oh darling!. . . . Oh sweetheart!. . . . I love you! . . . . That was 
fantastic!" he could only say.

Emily sat back with a happy smile on her face and a warm loving heart.  
She got to her feet and moved over to her bed, striping off her white 
panties.  She pulled the  covers down and lay back on the white 
sheets, savoring the flavor of man cum as she licked her lips.

"Junior, you recovered?" she asked after a few minutes.

"Yes darling.  That was fantastic!  Thank you!" he replied.

"Okay, asshole!  All weekend you've been fucking and sucking.  Now get 
over here and make me cum.  I'm staying celibate for you so you'd 
better show me that you appreciate it!  Get over here and eat me!" 
Emily demanded.

Junior happily obliged and hopped over to her bed, crouched between 
her thighs and ate her out!

"Oh God!. . . . Oh My God!. . . . Eat Me! . . . . Eat Me!" is all 
Emily could say as Junior did his best for his lady love.  

Up and down her vulva he licked, teasing her clit, then moving to 
tongue-fuck her vagina.  Emily cried out in pleasure, then gasped as 
Junior pushed two fingers into her love tunnel to massage her G-spot.  
He used his shoulders to push her legs back, exposing her tiny 
asshole.  He dove in and used his tongue to thrill her there, while 
one hand pumped in and out of her vagina, and the other massaged her 
clitoris.

"Junior!" she wailed, as the orgasmic pleasures overwhelmed her.

Junior pushed a finger up her butt, then two.  He moved his mouth to 
her clit and sucked deeply, lashing with his tongue at her sex button.

With all her sex spots being pushed, Emily rocketed into orgasm.

"I'm Cumming!  I'm Cumming!" she yelled as her body shook and her head 
snapped back, her mind blanked out with the power of her climax.

Junior drank her girl cum and love juices, slowing his finger 
movements in her ass and pussy, letting her come down from her sexual 
high.  After a bit he pulled out his fingers and backed off of her 
over-charged pussy.  Junior sat up and smiled at Emily.  She relaxed 
her legs and Junior pulled the sheet up over her legs.

It took a few minutes until Emily fluttered her eyes and said: 
"Thanks.  I needed that!"

Junior patted her belly through the sheet and kissed her lovingly.

"Good bye darling.  I'll see you tomorrow.  Thanks for a wonderful 
evening.  I love you!"

"I love you too!  See you tomorrow." Emily replied as she drifted off 
to sleep.

Junior left her dorm room, make sure her door was locked, and went 
down and out to his rent car.  He checked his watch, saw that it 
wasn't too late to turn in the car, and drove over to get back his 
'heap'.  Then he drove home with a happy heart and a clear conscience, 
more in love than ever!

End Chapter 49

********************* My Dear Readers ***************************** 
Please remember that stories are just stories and not reality.  Do  
not engage in unprotected sex or the ugly reality of life in the 
21st century will rot your mind, rape your soul, and kill your body.
************** Thank You For Reading My Story **********************

Mrs. James Wentworth Preston 
Copyright 2001 


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