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Date: Wed,  4 Apr 2001 00:10:08 -0400
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	Midnight At The Oasis
	by Ann Douglas
     (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part One

	Ethan Connor walked down Third
Avenue, enjoying the late summer night.  The dark
haired eighteen year old had finished his shift at
the Woodrow Avenue Market well over an hour
before but was in no hurry to rush home.  He was
sure the minute he walked through the door he
and his father would just pick up their argument
right where they left it off this afternoon.
	Their disagreement had been going on for
almost two weeks now, ever since the night Ethan
had surprised his parents with a surprise
announcement at the dinner table.  Since he really
wasn't sure what he wanted to do with his life, he
announced, it was really a waste of time for him to
start college in the fall.
	Surprisingly enough, his father agreed with
him, at least on that part of his sudden declaration.
It was his additional announcement that he was
planning to make his summer job at the
Supermarket permanent that Roger Connor took
issue with.
	If his son wanted to take a year
off to find himself, that was fine.  But
the elder Connor would be damned if he wasted it
working as a minimum wage grocery clerk. Not
when the family's discount appliance business had
just expanded to a third store over on the west
side of town.
	Since he'd been working the late shift the
last two weeks, Ethan wasn't the least bit tired,
despite the lateness of the hour.  He'd tried calling
Jimmy King, his best friend, before leaving work
to see if he wanted to go to a club or something.
Jimmy's mother had told him that her son had
gone out to the movies with Peggy Dean.
	Ethan had found it funny when Mrs. King
had referred to Peggy as that nice Dean girl.  It
didn't take much to score with Peggy, a fact that
Ethan had first hand knowledge of.  He might not
have a wealth of experience with girls, but Peggy
had been part of that experience.
	"If I know Peggy,"  Ethan laughed to
himself, "she's in the back seat of Jimmy's car
right around now, with her legs spread wide."
	An image of the two of then and the
memory of his own backseat adventures with
Peggy brought a touch of regret to the teenager as
he crossed over to Baker Street.  It'd been a
month since he'd even gone out on a date with
anyone.

	A few blocks further down, Ethan looked
across the street and saw the Oasis bar.  It wasn't
a place he'd ever actually been in, but his cousin,
Martin, had told him an interesting story about it.
The twenty-one year old had gone to the bar one
night with his older brother.
	"You wouldn't believe this place,"  Martin
had said once night when they were hanging out in
Ethan's backyard.  "There's all these old ladies
there looking for young guys, and man oh man,
are they hot to trot.  There was this one redhead
who came on like gangbusters.  She even gave me
a blow job right there in the parking lot."
	If Martin Connor told him that the Sun
was going to come up in the morning, Ethan
would want to see it for himself.  Not that he'd
call his cousin a liar, but he'd learned the hard way
that he had what might be generously be called an
over active imagination.
	Thinking he had nothing else to do and a
cashed paycheck in his pocket, Ethan decided to
take a look at the infamous bar and at the very
least have himself a beer.  If nothing else, it would
be worth it to be able to bring it up to Martin the
next time he told his story.

	The inside of the Oasis was pretty much
like any other bar Ethan had been in, not that he'd
been in too many of them either.  The
establishment had been built back in the 1940's
and the decor hadn't really changed much since
then.  A fact that only seemed to make it more
popular as the years went by.  He walked up to
the far end of the L-shaped bar and took the last
seat.  Scattered across the room where various
two and three seat tables which gave a bit more
privacy than just sitting at the bar.
	Looking down and across the room at the
other patrons, he did notice a few older women,
two of them even talking to younger men.  Yet he
saw even more people the same ages conversing
as well.  Not exactly how Martin described it.
	To hear his cousin tell it, he imagined
people doing it down in the halls leading to the
bathrooms.  Another Martin Connor myth shot to
hell.
	"What'll it be, kid?"  a tall bearded
bartender asked as he approached from the
working side of the bar and wiped the area in
front of Ethan.
	"Just a beer,"  Ethan said.
	"Gonna have to see some ID,"  the
bartender said.
	"Sure, no problem,"  came the young
man's calm reply as he pulled out his driver's
license and held it up.
	The bartender took what Ethan considered
a long look at the ID before deciding it was real
and grunting an okay.  In actuality, the card,
which showed him to be of legal drinking age, was
as bogus as the birth date on it.  It had cost him
his entire first paycheck to have it made, but it
hadn't failed him yet.
	Ethan had finished half his drink when a
forty-something red haired woman dropped into
the empty seat next to him.  He only gave her a
glance before turning back to his beer, but had a
good enough look to notice that she had a set of
boobs to beat all, a rack barely held in check by a
low cut black dress.
	"Buy a lady a drink?"  she asked, getting
his attention.
	Ethan turned his head back in her
direction, figuring that her question gave him the
right to take a better look.  On more careful
observation, Ethan would put her age at the far
end of forty, with that red hair definitely coming 
out of a bottle.  Her facial features were pretty
nice for a woman that age, he decided, and that
big bust was a major attraction.
	"Well, sugar?"  she asked in reference to
the drink.
	Ethan looked up to find the bartender
standing once more opposite him, waiting to see if
he was indeed going to pay for the woman's
drink.  Figuring he'd come this far, he nodded to
the bartender who poured out another of what the
lady had been drinking.
	"I'm Carolyn,"  she said as she brought the
drink to her lips.
	"Ethan,"  he replied, lifting what was left
of his beer as well. "Ethan Connor,"  he added,
wondering as soon as he said it why he had given
his full name.
	"I think you're really cute, Ethan Connor,"
Carolyn, who hadn't bothered to volunteer her
own last name, said.  The slight slur in her speech
gave credence to the fact that the drink in her
hand was far from her first of the night.  "Cute
enough to just eat you all up."
	"Thank you,"  Ethan replied automatically,
not sure of how else to respond to a statement like
that.
	"Would you like that?"  she further asked
after draining her drink and wiping a drop of
liquid from her lips by running her outstretched
tongue across them.  "Would you really like it if I
just ate you up?"
	Without giving Ethan a chance to answer,
Carolyn leaned over far enough so that the young
man could have a much clearer look down her
dress.  From that vantage point, he could see the
edges of her dark nipples against her exposed
skin, peeking out from a half-cup bra.
	"I bet,"  she whispered into his ear as her
tongue tickled it as well, "that whatever little girl
you date, doesn't even let you come in her
mouth."
	Again without giving him an opportunity
to respond, the older woman slid her hand
between Ethan's legs and groped his now half
hard cock.  An act that almost made him jump off
the seat. Something he might just have done had
Carolyn not been practically sitting in his lap.
	"Oh that feels nice,"  she said in reference
to the hardness against her hand.  "I bet it'd feel
even nicer up inside my pussy."
	Almost any guy would've had the same
physical reaction to this woman given the
circumstances, and Ethan was hardly going to be
the exception.  Yet at the same time, he was
aware of the fact that in addition to arousing him,
Carolyn quite frankly scared him a little too.  He'd
never dealt with anyone so forward or direct
before.
	"I ... err..."  he stammered as he pulled
back to the edge of his seat, now almost falling off
the cushion.
	"I hope you're not going to tell poor
Carolyn that you're queer or something,"  she said
as she removed her hand in response to his retreat.
	Ethan jerked his head upward and looked
around, wondering if anyone was watching what
was going on.  To his surprise, not a single other
customer in the crowded bar was paying them the
least bit of attention.  The bartender seemed to
have noticed some of it, but he just seemed to
chuckle and turn his attention to another drink
order.
	"Come on, baby,"  Carolyn said, this time
her voice a little louder.  "Don't you want to have
a real woman for a change?"

	Thankfully, a sudden interruption
eliminated the need for Ethan to give some kind of
answer.  Another woman, this one with short pure
white hair and possibly even a few years older
than Carolyn had stepped behind the two of them.
Dressed in a pair of black slacks and a light blue
blouse, she was both a few pounds heavier than
the redhead and not as well endowed.
Nevertheless she presented a much better image
than the slightly intoxicated woman sitting next to
him.
	"Excuse me, but isn't your name Ethan
Connor?"  she asked, much to Carolyn's
annoyance.
	"Yes, it is,"  Ethan answered, wondering
who this woman was.  He was positive he had
never seen her before in his life.
	"I knew it,"  the standing woman  said
with a broad smile.  "I was sitting at that table
over there and was just saying to myself, isn't that
Ethan Connor over at the bar.  I'd just hate myself
if I didn't go right over there and say hello."
	"Well now you've said hello,"  Carolyn
interrupted, the venom in her voice giving clear
notice that she didn't appreciate the interruption.
	The new arrival ignored the comment and
continued talking directly to Ethan.  An act that
infuriated Carolyn even more.
	"Now Ethan, you're not going to sit there
and act like you don't remember me are you?"
the white haired woman said with a small measure
of disappointment.  "Jackie ... Jackie Rutherford."
	Sure that something was way out of
whack here, but realizing that it was a way out of
the little predicament with Carolyn, Ethan took
advantage of it.
	"Oh course,"  he said in a surprise filled
voice, acting as if he had just remembered her
name.  "Your hair was different then,"  he added
on, padding his part.
	"Yes, I decided to let it go natural,"
Jackie said in an obvious reference to the poor dye
job on the redhead.  She leaned over and gave
Ethan a kiss hello.  A kiss that insinuated that they
were more than just casual friends.
	The intimacy of the brief kiss wasn't lost
on Carolyn, who seemed about to say something
to Jackie.
	"I'm sure you won't mind if I join you,"
Jackie said as she eased herself onto the empty
chair that had opened next to Carolyn.
	"Well I really think ..."  Carolyn started to
say.
	"You're too kind,"  Jackie said, cutting
her off.

	Almost totally ignoring the now angry
woman between them, Jackie and Ethan
exchanged meaningless chit-chat back and forth.
Even inebriated, it didn't take Carolyn long to
realize that her plans for the evening had just gone
bust.  In a fit of pique, she got up and left.
	"Gee, I hope it wasn't anything I said,"
Jackie said in mock concern as she slid one stool
closer to Ethan.
	Ethan watched as Carolyn moved to the
other side of the bar, her unsteady walk adding to
the sway of her ass.  Once she disappeared in the
crowd, he turned his attention back to Jackie.
	"I don't really know you, do I?"  he asked.
	"No,"  the older woman laughed,  "but
you looked like you needed rescuing."
	"I guess I was in a little over my head,"
Ethan admitted with a sheepish grin.
	Their conversation was interrupted by the
appearance of a new bartender, this one shorter
and clean-shaven.  He'd spotted the new arrival
and had come over to see what she was having.
	"Gin and Tonic,"  she said as she opened
her purse to take out a twenty,  "and bring the
young man another beer."
	She paused for a second than asked Ethan
if he'd like something a bit stronger.
	"No, another beer would be fine," he
answered, thinking that this was the first time he'd
ever had a woman buy him  a drink.
	The bartender quickly produced the drinks
and went back to another thirsty customer.  Ethan
has just tasted the second beer when it suddenly
occurred to him.
	"How did you know my name?" he asked
Jackie.
	She took a few moments before
answering, enjoying her drink.  Then simply stated
that the first bartender was a friend of hers and
she had asked him.  He in turn had remembered it
from the long look he had taken at his driver's
license.
Ethan took the answer at face value, thinking it
made sense.
	Over their drinks, and a second round that
Jackie ordered, they chatted for a while.  The
older woman provided a sympathetic ear, listening
to his problems with his father and even offering a
perspective of his father's views that he hadn't
considered.
	Ethan suddenly realized the time as he
noticed the credits rolling over the late news on
the bar's television.  He had only meant to stay
out long enough for his Dad to have already
turned in for the night.
	"Shit,"  he muttered, "I didn't realize it
was so late already."
	"Are you going to be in trouble going
home this late?"  Jackie inquired.
	"Nah, they don't really care if I even come
home at all.  I've stayed out till the morning
before."
	"That's good,"  she said with a smile,
"because I was wondering if you might like to
come back with me to my place.  It's not that far
from here."
	The suggestion took him by surprise, then
he realized that Jackie had sat down next to him
with the same goal in mind as Carolyn.  It was just
her style that was vastly different.  More a soft
seduction than a blatant proposition.
	It seemed funny to him that his father's off
repeated words about letting an opportunity slip
by suddenly came to mind.  Thinking that this was
hardly what he was considering when he offered
that advice, Ethan broke out in a broad grin and
said he'd love to.

	Leaving part of her change on the counter
as a tip, Jackie took Ethan by the arm and led him
down the long hallway that led past the restrooms.
She said that she was parked in the lot behind the
bar and it was easier to reach it out the back door
than through the increasing crowds out front.
	Exiting into the midnight air, Ethan
followed Jackie as she let go of him and reached
into her purse for her car keys.  A noise from
behind them gave him pause as he turned to see
what it was.
	There, hidden from casual view by the
large green dumpster was a black guy about his
age.  He was leaning against the wall with his
pants down around his ankles.  Kneeling in front
of him was a woman in a dark dress, totally
involved an act of fellatio.  The headlights of a
passing car momentarily illuninated the two of
them, just long enough for Ethan to realize that
the woman with the cock sliding in and out of her
mouth was Carolyn.
	"God-damn!"  he slowly exclaimed under
his breath before he turned and hurried to catch up
to Jackie.
	As he climbed into the passenger side of
Jackie's car, he couldn't help but think that
could've been him behind the dumpster.
Whatever awaited him at Jackie's apartment had
to be better than that.
	A second thought filled his mind as they
moved through the mostly empty streets.  From
the way Martin had described the women in that 
bar, and Carolyn seemed to confirm it, Ethan
figured they'd all be horny old ladies grateful for
the chance to do the nasty with a younger guy.
	Yet there was no way that Jackie filled
that description.  If anything, he had the feeling
that she had been in total control of the situation
from the moment she step up behind him.  To his
even greater surprise, he found that thought to be
very exciting indeed.

	The trip to Jackie's apartment took less
than ten minutes.  She lived in the basement
apartment of a three family house. Much of her
stuff seemed to be packed away in boxes,
indicating that she had either just moved in or was
getting ready to move out.
	"You'll have to excuse some of the mess,"
Jackie said as she cleared away some of the
obstructions.
	"No problem,"  Ethan said, thinking that
the place still looked more organized than his
room at most times.
	"Would you like another drink?"  she
asked, indicating a few bottles lined up on a side
counter.
	The last beer he'd shared with Jackie in
the bar had been one more than he normally
drank.  Feeling just a little lightheaded, he
declined the offer.
	"Well can I interest you in this then?"  she
said as she stepped closer to Ethan and pulled him
to her, their lips coming together forcefully.
	The kiss was as pleasing as any he had
gotten from girls his own age.  It was definitely
not what he expected from a woman older than
his mother.
	"Don't worry, I don't bite,"  she laughed
as their lips parted, "at least not right away."
	Ethan laughed at the feeble joke.
	"Oh my, you really are tense,"  Jackie said
as she rubbed both of his shoulders, "much too
tense for such a young man."
	"Ohhh,"  Ethan sighed softly as her hands
rubbed his muscles.
	"I bet a good massage would do these
tight muscles a world of good,"  she said as she
continued her manipulations.  "Would you like
that?"
	The louder sigh that passed through his
lips more than signaled his agreement. She let go
of him and walked across the room.  Jackie pulled
out a chair from the kitchen table and turned it
around. Then with a hand motion she called Ethan
over.
	"You know,"  she said as she took hold of
the shirt he was wearing and pulled it up over his
head,  "my ex-husband used to say that my 
massages were almost better then sex."
	A now bare chested Ethan's eyes opened
wide at that comment as Jackie ran her
outstretched hand across his lightly haired chest.
The touch of her fingers against his skin was 
electric.
	"I said almost,"  she grinned as she pressed
forward and kissed him once more.
	Jackie positioned Ethan in the reversed
chair, using his arms to form a cradle for his head.
Then she stepped out of his line of vision.
	Almost a minute passed and Ethan was
perplexed to hear the loud beep of a microwave
timer.  He started to lift his head to see what was
happening, but it didn't even rise an inch before he
felt Jackie's strong hands on his shoulders.
	Her hands were filled with warm oil that
she spread all over his shoulders and back.  As
before, the touch of her hands was fantastic,
working their way across his neck and shoulders
then down his back.  He'd never felt anything so
good.
	He felt her fingers move down his spine,
running along his waist and inside the band of his
pants.  Then up the sides of his back, tracing lines
in the oil she had just spread.
	The hardness of her fingers was
unexpectedly replaced by something soft and even
warmer than the now cooling oil.  It took a
moment for him to recognize the sensation as that
of flesh against flesh.  While the oil had been
warming up in the microwave, Jackie had also
taken off her blouse and bra.
	Rubbing her bare breasts against his back,
the white haired woman slid her still oily hand
around his waist.  With a practiced motion, she
opened his belt and undid the button and zipper of
his pants.
Nimble fingers reached down into his underwear,
caressing the hardness contained within.
	"Oh God!"  Ethan said aloud, thinking that
he had never felt anything so erotic in his young
life.  For a moment he feared that he was going to
come just from her touch.
	Shifting to give her greater access, Ethan
felt her hands slide up and down the length of his
fully erect manhood, with one hand going even 
further and cupping his balls.  The combination of
sensations produced by both caresses was intense,
and became even more so when they were joined
by the gentle pressure of her lips as they brushed
against the nape of his neck.
	As Jackie's tongue ran across the inner
edge of his ear, Ethan now understood why her
ex-husband had considered her massages almost
as good as sex.  That understanding brought forth
an even more interesting question.  How good
could sex be?
	It was a question he quickly got the
impression that he wouldn't have long to wait for
an answer to.  Jackie climbed on top of him in the
chair, her still covered bottom grinding against his
exposed cock.


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