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	Most Valuable Player
	by Ann Douglas
         (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

	The din of the crowd around alley five dropped to almost a
whisper as the tall, long haired blonde picked up her ball and
advanced to the foul line.  The championship for the Blackwood
County Mixed Winter League had come down to one final game
between the Ashford Rockets and the Clayville Bluejays.  With only
the bottom half of the tenth frame left for the Rockets to bowl,
the score was still too close to say for certain which team was
going to walk away with the trophy.

	All eyes were on Dana Craig as she stood motionless for a
moment, then sent her bright green ball toward the ten pins only
sixty feet down the lane.  A last minute substitution for Carol
Smith, who injured her wrist in the semi-finals last week, most of
the focus on Dana could be attributed more to her dress than any
particular skill with the ball.  She had taken the team T-shirt and,
not only cut off the sleeves, but knotted the bottom as to expose
her midriff.  What remained of the shirt, which was also at least a
size too small to begin with, strained against an ample bust that
threatened to spill out at any moment.

	A few low groans came from the crowd as only three pins
fell.  A total that was only one less than Dana had knocked down
with her second ball.  With the score as close as it was, every pin
counted.

	"Tell me again why we agreed to let her play," Georgia Wood
said to her teammate, Moria Cassidy as she waited for the
automatic pin setters to do their work before heading up to the
line to take her turn.

	Moria's silent answer was a glance over her shoulder to the
tall, equally blond haired man that Dana now had her arms around.
Timothy Carpenter was considered by many to be the best bowler
on the team, if not the league. It was his insistence that made his
girlfriend the team's sixth player, rather than just taking the
blind score in Carol's stead as the league rules allowed.

	"Oh yeah, right,"  Georgia grinned as she followed Moria's
gaze and watched Timothy give Dana a kiss as a reward for her
performance.

	Three inches shorter and twenty-five pounds heavier than
Dana, Georgia knew that most of the attention that followed her
up to the line was due to skill rather than her appearance.  It was
something that she took a great deal of pride in.  Gifted with
brains, skill and a man who appreciated all of her charms, Georgia
didn't need to put her boobs on display to feel justified.

	Eight pins went down with her first roll, with the second
picking up the spare.  Six more pins on the extra ball added to the
still rising total.  Heading back to her seat, she shot Dana a smile
whose sarcasm was unfortunately lost on the airhead.

	Nate Johnson followed Georgia.  The forty-two year old
black man had been bowling since his teens and the strike and nine
pick up pins drew a loud cheer from the crowd.  With only forty
points now separating the two teams, it was Moria's turn.

	Shorter than both Dana and Georgia, Moria stood only five
one and had a compact body that matched her height.  Cute as a
button was a phrase the supermarket clerk had heard all her life,
but it was an accurate description nevertheless.

	A 7-10 split turned the recent cheer back to a groan, but all
was not yet lost.  The diminutive redhead managed to pick off one
of the two, but had so wanted to get them both.

	"It was a good try,"  Joseph Kirby said as she sat down next
to him.

	"Thanks,"  Moria said with a small smile, thinking that at
least she hadn't gotten a field goal and missed both of them.

	Quiet returned as Tim Carpenter walked up to the foul find
and took aim.  With an air of certainty he went into his delivery
and without even waiting to watch them fall, knew that all ten pins
had fallen.

	Waiting for his ball to roll back onto the ball return, Tim
turned to look for Dana, only to find her not in her seat.  A quick
glance around the alley found her standing up by one of the racks,
engaged in conversation with one of the onlookers.  At least she
seemed to be engaged, the tall, muscular twenty-something young
man she was talking to, seemed to be more interested in the
oversized globes that Tim could see, even from this distance, had
finally exceeded the limits of her tattered shirt.

	The bowler took a step in her direction, but was held in
check by Nate Johnson handing him his ball.  Shaking his head
slightly, he turned and once more sent it hurling down the lane, now
anxious to get the game over with and take Dana out of here.

	A loud gasp from the crowd filled the air, causing even Dana
and her admirer to look up.  Instead of the expected clean sweep,
six pins still stood.  It was the most he had left standing all night.

	Angry, Tim let his frustration get the better of him and
rushed his next shot instead of taking a few breaths to calm
himself down.  The result was even worse than before as, for the
first time in years, his ball sailed by without touching a single pin.
With the Bluejays still ahead by seventeen points, it looked like
the trophy would be going home to Clayville.

	Every eye on the Rockets turned to Joseph Kirby, the last
man on the rotation.  Only an average bowler, the forty-eight year
old had the lowest average of the three men on the team.  He ran
his hand across his close cropped brown hair and flashed a smile
that said he would do his best.  Just before he rose to his feet,
Moira leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

	"For good luck," the twenty-six year old said.

	Joe took a long breath as he lined up his shot, then sent his
cobalt blue ball down the lane with a silent prayer.  Not so much a
wish that he'd save the game as much as a plea that he didn't
screw it up.

	His eyes never left the ball as one by one, pins fell in every
direction until only one remained.  The number four pin refused to
follow the rest, but it was good enough for him.  Unlike Tim, Joe
carefully lined up his next throw and a roar came from behind him
as the number four finally fell.

	It all came down to the next ball, they would win with eight
and lose with seven.  Joe looked over his shoulder and saw looks of
encouragement from Nate, Moria and Georgia.  Tim and Dane were
having a heated discussion over on the side and seemed to have lost
interest in the outcome, thinking their loss a forgone conclusion.

	A conclusion that Joe proved wrong as only two pins
remained after his final roll.  He stood there stunned, just staring
at the scoreboard as the computer tallied up the totals and
declared the Rockets League Champions.

				-=-=-=-

	"I can't believe they gave Tim the MVP award,"  Moria said
in disgust after the League Coordinator finished giving out the last
of the trophies and the post tournament party began to wind down.

	"Well he did have the high score,"  Joe replied, still working
on only his third beer of the evening.

	"Big fuckin' deal,"  the slightly intoxicated woman objected.
"If it weren't for you, it wouldn't be the Rockets name that
they're going to be engraving on the trophy."

	"I'm just glad we won,"  Joe smiled. "Besides, I'm sure that
little piece of plastic means more to him than it ever would to me."

	"It's still not right,"  Moria insisted.

	"What's not right?"  Georgia asked as she came up from
behind the two of them, her husband at he side.

	"That they gave that selfish prick, Tim, the MVP,"  Moria
repeated.  "It was bad enough that we let him stick us with his
bimbo girlfriend.  I think that they should add her score to his and
then average it out.  We would've been better of with..."

	"I think you'd be better off with a couple of cups of
coffee,"  Georgia cut her off, never having been one to hesitate
saying just what was on her mind.  "We won girlfriend, lets just
enjoy that.  Next year we'll have Carol back and all will be right
with the world."

	"Still not fair, Joe here deserves the trophy,"  Moria went
on, refusing to let the matter drop.

	"Well be that as it may, what's done is done,"  Georgia said,
refusing to let her teammate spoil her own victory celebration.
"Me and Harry here were just coming over to say goodnight.
We're going to take our party home with us were we can celebrate
in private."

	"The two of you have a safe trip home,"  Joe said, shaking
Harry's hand and giving Georgia a friendly kiss on the cheek.

	"It might not be a bad idea to call it a night as well,"  Joe
said after the married couple had left and he noticed that Nate
and his wife were also already gone.  "It looks like aside from us
the only one's left are Tim and Dana."

	Moria looked over to the front of the bar where a crowd of
well-wishers were still buying Tim victory drinks, or where
gathered around Dana to admire her outfit, or lack of it.

	"Want to bet she's on her knees blowing one of those guys
before the nights over?"  Moria said in a sarcastic tone.  "It
wouldn't be the first time."

	"I wouldn't know,"  Joe said, never having been much for
prying into the private lives of people.

	"Are you really leaving?"  Moria asked, changing the subject.

	"I guess so."

	"Then I guess I am too,"  the redhead replied.  "I'm
certainly not going to hang out with this bunch."

	"How are you getting home?"  Joe asked out of concern.

	Moria looked up at the taller man and smiled, appreciative of
his concern.  "Well I'm not going to drive, if that's what you're
worried about.  I might be a little plastered but I'm not stupid.
I'll leave my car here and call a cab or something."

	"That's good,"  Joe replied, visibly relieved.  "But how about
I just drop you off myself.  There's no telling how long you might
have to wait for a car this late on a Friday."

	What he didn't mention was his concern that an
unscrupulous driver might take advantage of the younger woman in
her current condition.  Old habits died hard, he told himself.

	"You live over in Scarborough, right?"  Moria said,
remembering that Joe had once mentioned his house in the nearby
suburb.  "Even at this time of night that has to be at least
forty-five minutes out of your way."

	"I don't mind,"  he said.

	"I do,"  Moria answered. "You're a nice guy, but I think too
many people take advantage of that."

	"It's not taking advantage if you're doing it for me,"  Joe
countered, changing track.  "I'll sleep better knowing you got home
okay."

	"In that case, I accept,"  the short redhead finally gave in.

	"Good,"  Joe smiled.  "Just let me make a quick visit to the
little boys room and I'll meet you by the front door."

	As Joe exited the bar out of the back door and headed for
the restrooms, Moria gathered up her things.  She took one final
look at the thinning crowd at the bar and noticed Dana paying
particular attention to one good looking young man who couldn't
have been more than nineteen or twenty.

	"Yup, I'd bet the rent that he's going to be the one,"  she
told herself as she also headed for the door.  "And I'd also bet
that Tim is so busy having smoke blown up his ass by his fan club
that he doesn't even notice she's gone."

	Joe was waiting by the front door when she got there,
taking her bowling bag to carry with his own.  Together they
walked out into the parking lot were his truck was parked.  The
cool night air hit Moria full on, helping to bring some clarity back.
She'd had more than a few beers after the game. but even so was
never as drunk as people took her to be.  She just liked to ride
with it and let her inhibitions out for a while now and then.

	Pulling out onto the boulevard, Jim turned on the radio,
filling the front cab with light music.  Wordlessly they listened for
a few blocks, then Moria broke the silence.

	"I hope I didn't embarrass you back there because I got so
pissed about Tim getting the MVP,"  she said.

	"Not at all."

	"There's just something him that ticks me off sometimes,"
she expanded.  "He's such an asshole."

	"Is that just a general observation or is there a particular
reason you feel that way?"

	"The way he thinks he's God's gift to women I guess,"
Moria said off the top of her head.  "Not that I'd ever want to
defend Dana, but he's such a hypocrite the way he comes down on
her for paying attention to other guys."

	"So I take it that Tim has a roving eye as well?"  Joe said,
not really that interested but making conversation.

	"A lot more than a roving eye,"  Moria laughed.  "Twice this
year alone I had to point out to him that my ass wasn't his bowling
ball."

	"I wish you'd told me that before,"  Joe said, now both
interested and concerned.  "I'd have had a little talk with him
about it."

	Moria turned and looked at the older man.  From the look on
his face and the tone of his words, she had the feeling that more
than words might've been involved.

	"It's okay, I finally convinced him that nothing was ever
going to happen and he stopped."

	"How did you do that?"  Joe asked curiously.

	"I told him I was gay.  After that, he pretty much lost
interest,"  Moria grinned.  "In fact, I think he went out of his way
to keep his distance after I also dropped some hints that I found
Dana pretty cute.  I think he was worried I might be after her."

	"Are you,"  Joe asked, thinking that he'd never seen Moria
with a guy or ever even heard her mention one.  "gay I mean."

	Moria took a moment before answering, thinking that the
question hadn't been judgmental in tone, just curious.

	"Nah, tied it once or twice back in high school,"  she grinned.
"It was an interesting experience, but not for me.  Besides, if I
was I'd like to think I'd have better taste than to be interested in
someone like Dana.  No, I like men, just not assholes like Tim."

	"Okay,"  Joe simply said.

	"I just thought of something,"  Moria said, changing the
subject.  "Are you sure your wife won't mind you're going so far
out of the way to drop me off.  I have my cell in my bag if you want
to give her a call."

	"It's kind of late to call her,"  Joe said in tone that Moria
found unusual as it had been one she'd never heard before.  "It'll
be all right, don't worry about it."

	"I was really surprised that she didn't come tonight to
watch the championship game,"  Moria added.  "I know you said she
really didn't like bowling after she came to the first few games
but the finals.  I know I'd have been there even if a guy I was
seeing played a sport I really hated."

	"Well Gina wasn't feeling too well either,"  Joe said, giving
Moria the impression that he was making excuses.

	"Shit!"  Joe exclaimed as he realized that he'd missed a stop
sign that was ill lit and partially blocked by a large overgrown bush.

	The intersection had been empty, but his infraction hadn't
been unobserved.  Multi-colored lights came to life on a white
cruiser that had been parked in the corner gas station and a quick
blast of a siren called for him to pull over.

	Joe opened his driver's side window, then brought his hands
up to where the approaching Police Officer could see them.  He
waited patiently for the patrolman to ask for his license and
registration, which he quickly produced.

	"Have you been drinking tonight?"  the officer whose
nameplate read Logan asked.

	"I had a few beers, but well under the limit, officer,"  Joe
offered, surprising Moria whose attitude as far as cops were
concerned was not to answer anything you could avoid.

	"Would you mind getting out of the car, sir?"  Logan asked,
his hand automatically moving just a noticeable closer distance to
his service revolver.

	"Certainly, no problem,"  Joe replied, motioning for Moria to
stay where she was and that he would take care of everything.

	Moria watched as Joe followed the officer back to the
patrol car, thinking that they were going to ask him to take a
Breathalyzer test.  Then, unexpectedly, the officer called over to
his partner, who had been keeping position on the other end of the
truck.  The older officer  walked around and took the wallet the
first had taken from Joe.  He took a quick look, then  said, first a
few words to Joe, then to his younger partner.  Finally, the older
officer shook Joe's hand and the two cops climbed back into their
car and took off, without even writing him up a warning.

	"What happened back there?"  Moria asked as Joe slid back
into the truck.  "I thought for sure I was going to have to find
another way home."

	"They just decided to cut me a break, that's all,"  Joe said
as he started up the engine and reached for the shift.

	"Somehow I don't buy that,"  Moria said, thinking that Joe's
tone when he said that matched exactly the one when he talked
about his wife.  "You didn't give them money or anything, did you?"

	"No!"  Joe automatically replied.

	He sat there for a few seconds, then turned off the car
again.  Reaching into his pocket, he took out his wallet for the
second time and handed it to Moria.  When she opened it, she
found a small gold shield.

	"You're a cop?"  she said in surprise, thinking that when he'd
joined the team he'd told everyone that he worked at the local tool
depot.

	"Was,"  Joe corrected her.  "I've been retired fifteen
months.  They were just passing along a little professional
curtsey."

	"Where were you a cop?"  Moria asked, handing back the
wallet and badge.

	"I had twenty-nine years on the NYPD,"  Joe explained,
"until I had a little problem with cancer that forced me to put in
my papers.  After that, I moved down here."

	"You have cancer?"

	"Well they tell me that they got all of it,"  Joe said,  "but I
still get checked out twice a year.  Until they tell me different, I
don't worry too much about it."

	"I guess that's the best attitude to have,"  Moria said,
thinking that she had just learned more about his past in the last
ten minutes than she had in the last three months.

	Joe started the car again, pulling out onto the county road.
They went a few more minutes, passing a small diner just off the
road.  That gave Moria an idea.

	"You know, maybe Georgia was right,"  she said.  "Do you
think we could stop for a cup?"

	"Why not,"  Joe replied as he made a U-turn and headed
back.

				-=-=-=-

	"Oh that's much better,"  Moria said as she finished off her
first cup of coffee and signaled for a refill.

	Joe was still working on his first cup, but the waitress
refilled it anyway.

	"I am keeping you way too late,"  Moria said as she started
on the second brew.  "I really think you should call your wife, she
might think you've had an accident or something."

	"Gina went home to New York two months ago,"  Joe finally
admitted.  "She's not coming back."

	"Oh I'm sorry,"  Moira said a little shocked.

	"It was a long time coming,"  Joe went on, "moving down here
away from all her friends was just the final straw."

	"Why didn't you go back with her?"

	"Nothing really back there for me,"  Joe answered.  "We
never had any kids and frankly, I kind of like it down here."

	"Well I'm glad of that,"  Moria smiled, finishing off the last
of her coffee.  "I like having you for a friend."

	"Me too,"  Joe smiled.

	Almost an hour passed as, the small falsehoods out of the
way, Moria and Joe had possibly the longest discussion they'd ever
had.  He told her of life back in New York, and she talked about
growing up in Blackwood County.  The better times with his wife
also came up, as well as a few of Moria's relationships.

	"So  I told him to pack his stuff and get the hell out,"  Moria
said as she finished the story of her last relationship.  "That was
six months ago."

	"Well from what you tell me, I think that was the right
thing to do,"  Joe said as the waitress returned to the table to tell
them they were about to close up.

	"I guess we should be going then,"  Joe said as he dropped a
few bills on the table to cover the bill and the two bundled back up
to head back out into the night.

				-=-=-=-

	It was just about half past midnight when Joe's truck pulled
up in front of the small three family building in which she lived.
She led him to a side entrance, and then down to the door of the
basement apartment.

	"It's not much, but then I've never needed much,"  she said
in way of apology as they entered the small studio apartment.

	"I think it's a lot better than some of the places I've lived
in over the years,"  Joe replied, thinking that while small, it was at
least clean and comfortable.

	"Can I offer you something to drink,"  Moria asked as she
closed the door behind her, "beer, coffee?"

	"I think I've had enough of both for the night,"  Joe
answered.

	"How about a blow job then?"

	"Excuse me?"  Joe said as he turned around, sure he had
heard Moria wrong.

	"That was pretty crude, I have to admit,"  she said as she
closed the small distance between them,  "but to be honest, I
haven't been able to think of anything else for the last hour."

	"I'm not sure I understand,"  Joe said, thinking that was the
truest thing he'd said all night.

	"I..."  Moria said, choosing her words slowly and carefully,
"have had a thing for you almost since the first day I met you.  You
are everything that I admire in a man and if it wasn't for the fact
that I knew you were married, and that you're not the kind of man
to take that lightly, I would've tried to jump your bones a long
time ago."

	"Moria, I'm touched, I really am,"  Joe said, the look on his
face showing how stunned he was.  "I like you too, I really do.  I
think you're an exceptional young woman.  If things were
different, if we were different, well..."

	"Why, because I'm young enough to be your daughter?"  she
cut him off.

	"Well that's one thing."

	"Newsflash, I'm not your daughter, so why should that
matter,"  Moria quickly retorted.  "And it's not like I'm some
wistful teenage girl just out of high school trying to come to grips
with an older man fixation.  I might not be as old as you, but I'm
hardly a virgin.  I've been around the block a few times.  So now
that we've got that out of the way, what else do you have?  And
don't say I've had too much to drink because right now I'm
probably more sober than you are"

	Joe had to take a deep breath.  In one spurt, Moria had
blown right past his strongest argument.

	"What would people think?"  he weakly offered.

	"Well I think not a few of them would say, look at that old
guy with the young babe on his arm,"  Moria grinned,  "I wish I
were him.  As for the rest, fuck 'em, who cares what they think
anyway?"

	Moria was now close enough to Joe to put her arms around
his neck, pulling him close enough to press her small breasts
against his chest. Pressing her leg between his, Moria knew that
while his words might've been hesitant, his body had already made
up its mind.

	"Any other objections?"  she asked as she pulled his mouth
to hers and kissed him.

	"I haven't done anything like this is quite some time,"  he
said in capitulation as their lips came apart.

	"Don't worry, I'll be gentle,"  Moria laughed softly, knowing
full well that gentle was the furthest thing from her mind.

				-=-=-=-

	After a moment's hesitation, Joe returned the passion of
Moria's kiss.  Their tongues intertwined in his mouth as she took
hold of his hands and placed them against her small breasts,
inviting him to feel them.  As he squeezed her mounds, he could
feel her nipples grow stiff beneath the thin material of her
bowling shirt and the lace bra beneath.  All the while, their kiss
grew more passionate.

	Moria dropped her left hand down between his legs, running
her fingers up and down his erection.  He moaned into her mouth as
her hand pressed against his cock, feeling his hardness.  A
hardness she couldn't wait any longer for.

	Even as their lips parted, Moria's hands were already
undoing Joe's belt and the zipper below.  She pulled down his
pants, dropping to her knees with them.  Joe was stuck speechless
as Moria ran her hand across the not unimpressive prominence in
his boxers.  She leaned in and kissed the bulge, pausing only a
heartbeat before pulling down his underwear.

	"Wow!" she sighed softly as Joe's full hardness hung only
inches from her mouth.  The hair around his manhood might've
been a mix of brown, gray and white, but the seven inches
protruding from the multi-colored tangle would've made a teenager
swell with pride.

	Moria reached out again, with both hands this time, and ran
her fingers down the length of his shaft and up under his balls.
Closing one hand around his cock, she slowly stroked the hard
member a few times, then guided it to her waiting mouth.

	"OOOhhhhh!!!"  Joe gasped as he felt the silky wetness of
her lips slide over his skin, even as greater warmth wrapped itself
around his entire cock.

	Even if he had a clear head at the moment, which he
certainly didn't, Joe would've been hard pressed to remember the
last time his wife had taken him in this way.  Certainly it had been
more than ten years since they'd shared any real degree of
intimacy.

	Moria traced slow circles all around his shaft, running her
tongue back and forth.  She drew him again into her mouth,
tightening her grip around the base to keep him from climaxing too
soon.

	Her head bobbed back and forth as she pulled him deep
inside, then let him slide back.  The tiny tingles her tongue brought
forth grew in size, as did the pressures building within him.  Joe
moaned again as Moria continued to play with his cock and balls.
With a practiced skill that his soon to be ex-wife never developed,
the twenty-six year old soon brought him to the verge of orgasm.

	Moria was now sucking his cock with such vigor that he could
feel his need to climax in every part of his body.  Every lick of her
tongue, every time she mouthed him whole, Joe felt like he was
going to explode.  It was such a wonderful, and long absent, feeling.

	Finally, Moria released her hold on his balls and felt the rush
as her new lover erupted into her mouth.  She deep throated his
cock, catching every drop and savoring both the taste and the
knowledge that this was but the beginning of what was to come.
She held him tight until he had no more to give and only let go
when he grew soft and slipped from her mouth.  Wiping her lips
with her tongue, she relished the last vestige of his orgasm.

				-=-=-=-

	Rising to her feet, Moria kissed him again, bringing her
hands up and, starting with the top button, undid his bowling shirt.
Leaving it hanging open, she pulled up the T-shirt beneath to reveal
a still muscular chest only lightly covered with hair.  Spreading out
her fingers, the redhead ran her hands back and forth across his
chest, leaving a pleasing tingle in their wake.  Applying a soft
pressure, she walked Joe back toward the bed and down onto its
edge.

	Moria lifted his legs and pulled off his shoes and socks,
followed by the pants and underwear piled above them.  Joe smiled
as she kissed him again, before taking a few steps back and
reaching for the buttons of her own blouse.

	This time her hands moved slowly, undoing one button at a
time to expose the soft flesh beneath.  By the time she was a
third of the way down, patches of dark blue also appeared in the
form of a lace bra.  More decorative than supportive, the breasts
within were small but perfectly proportioned to her tiny frame.
Her black slacks followed, along with her sneakers until all she was
wearing was that bra and a matching pair of panties.

	"You like?"  she smiled at Joe, who had been content to sit
silently and enjoy the show.

	"Most definitely,"  the older man replied.

	"Then why don't you do the rest,"  she added as she
retraced her steps and moved closer.

	More than willing, Joe reached up and around her, undoing
the clasp of her bra.  She dropped her arms to let it fall on to his
lap.  His eyes were drawn to the small, bright pink nipples that
capped each of her breasts, an observation not lost on Moria.  She
shifted position to bring those pert tips to his mouth.

	"Oh yes,"  Moria moaned softly as Joe's tongue washed
across her nipples, sending ripples of joy radiating outward.

	She ran her hands across his short hair, pressed him hard
against her flesh.  His touch bringing the fulfillment of many an
idle night's  dreams.

	Joe's hands ran down her back, massaging her flesh as he
worked his way down to her panty covered ass.  Slipping his thumbs
under the waistband, he pulled the cotton undergarment downward
until gravity did the rest.  Then his open palms pressed against the
soft cheeks, playing with them with equal vigor.

	"Oh Baby, you don't know how much I've wanted you these
past few months," the redhead moaned as she pressed her body
even harder against his.

	"I have to admit,"  Joe said as he paused and let her nipples
slip from his mouth,  "that I've grown rather fond of you these
have thought of you too, but I never imagined that you..."

	"Hush,"  Moria said as she placed a slender finger against his
mouth to cut off his words.  "We can talk all about that in the
morning.  Right now, I just want to fuck!"

	As much as part of him wanted to discuss the implications of
what a future relationship between the two of them might be, the
part of him more in control at this moment could hardly argue with
that sentiment.  Not that the smaller woman was even going to give
him a choice.

	She grabbed him again, her mouth meeting his in a deep,
hungry kiss.  Their tongues interlocked as their bodies rocked back
in forth in each other's arms.

	Kisses soft and sweet, alternating with long and deep passed
between them as Moria's now pulled off his shirts, exposing his
bare skin.  Dropping lower, she ran her tongue across his chest,
running the tip across his nipples, teasing them with its wetness.
Joe let loose with a pleasing moan of his own, enjoying her wild
abandon.

	Moria continued to move her mouth across ever inch of his
flesh, even as she undid the rest of his clothing.  In no time at all,
there wasn't a part of his body she hadn't partaken of.  In the
end, the fires within her were so out of control that she'd actually
ripped off his underwear.

	The intensity of her lust was almost disconcerting to Joe.
Certainly, it was far beyond anything his wife had ever exhibited,
even when they'd first been married.  It was hard for him to
imagine any woman could get so worked up over him.  Yet at the
same time, it was a pleasing thought indeed.

	Again using her hands, Moria stroked his cock with her
fingers, running them up and down his length and then taking hold
as she pumped it a few times, enjoying his hardness.  Joe watched
with anticipation as she leaned in and ran her tongue along the
underside of his cock, working her way to the tip and then back
again.  A motion she repeated two more times as Joe closed his
eyes and floated in the warm sensations his body was awash in.
Sensations that increased tenfold as she again took him inside her
mouth.

	"Oh God!"  Joe gasped as Moria slowly drew him deep inside
her, pumping the base of his cock at the same time.

	Her tongue raced back and forth, massaging his manhood to
renewed hardness.  Unlike her earlier effort, this time she just
wanted to get him ready for an even moister embrace.  One that
burned with expectation.  Her head bobbed up and down a few
times as she deep-throated him, her small mouth taking more of
him than he would ever have imagined.

	Letting his fully erect cock fall from her mouth a few
minutes later, Moria shifted her body so that she could rub its
length against that of her own sex.  The feel of him against that
most sensitive of places was enough to drive her over the edge.

	With a firm hold on the center of his shaft, she rubbed the
head of his cock along the length of her womanhood, soaking it
with the lubricating nectar their passion had produced.

	"Oooooooo,"  Moria cried out as she guided his cock inside of
her and her tightness wrapped around him.

	Joe echoed with a quieter, but nonetheless pleasing cry as
he shared their mutual delight.  It had been so long since he'd
been this intimate with a woman that he'd just about forgotten
how miraculous it could feel.

	"Oh baby,"  Moria gushed as she pulled him tighter, "I want
you to fuck me.  I want you to fuck me so hard that I can't take it
anymore, and then I want you to fuck me even harder."

	Joe responded with actions, not words as he pressed his
hands firmly against the small woman's ass and lifted her off the
floor.  Moria helped by wrapping, first her arms around his neck,
then her legs around his waist.  She added her own movements to
the older man's thrusts, driver him deeper with each repetition.

	"Oh yes," she cried out, a sentiment again shared by her new
lover as the fires deep within them continued to burn, multiplying
in intensity with each passing heartbeat.

	Faster, harder, Joe pushed his cock deeper into Moria as
she slammed her own body down to receive it.  Each repetition
blended into the next until the blur of movement merged with the
wondrous sensations they produced to bath both of them in warm
ecstasy.

	Unwilling to settle for the limits their upright embrace
imposed, Joe carried Moria to the edge of the bed where, without
missing a stroke, Joe bent down and laid her out across it.  She
unwrapped her legs from around him spreading them outward until
his hands closed around her ankles and lifted them higher and even
further apart.  All the while the bulk of his body continued to
press deep within her.

	Sweat ran freely down both their bodies, coupled with a
racing of hearts and a shortening of breaths.  Both could see the
finish line in their race of desire, a contest neither wanted to be
the first to cross.  In this case, victory would indeed be a tie.

	"Oh ... God, I'm ... going to ..."  Joe gasped in a breathless
voice, unable to spare the strength to finish his thought.

	A thought that Moria finished for him in word and deed as
she cried out the last word even as her body exploded in orgasm.
tremors ripping through her even as the walls of her sex closed
tightly around that part of Joe that had become one with her.

	Similar eruptions raced across his own sweaty form as Joe
felt repeated bursts of his orgasm rush from every part of his
body and filled Moria with the results of his desire.  A feeling that
made him feel like he was once more a kid just out of high school.

	Even after he had no more to give, Joe kept going until he
could feel the last tremors fade from Moria's quaking body.  Only
then did he take one last deep breath before falling exhausted
beside her.

	It took a long minute before he could again form words, and
even then they were short and uneven.

	"I ... I didn't think I still had that in me?"  he panted.

	"Actually,"  Moria smiled as she rolled her head to face his,
"I think it was me you had it in."

	Joe smiled at the silly joke.

	"I don't care what the league says,"  Moria added as she
reached out and ran her fingers across the matted hairs of his
chest.  "You're definitely the MVP, at least in my book, or should
that be bed?"

	"MVP huh,"  Joe again smiled, his grin growing ever larger.
"So does that come with a trophy?"

	"No trophy,"  Moria laughed as she rolled on top of him and
kissed him softly,  "but it does involve coming as many times as you
can handle it."

	"Well that sounds like a lot more fun that some little piece
of plastic,"  Joe replied as he returned her kiss, his arms wrapping
around her.

	"I think you'd be surprised how much fun a little piece of
plastic could be,"  Moria giggled as she reached down and gave his
semi-soft cock a playful tug.  "But right now, I think this is more
than enough of a trophy for me.  Ready to go a few more frames?"
she asked with visible enthusiasm.

	"I think I might need a little more time between games,"
Joe said reluctantly, hoping she wasn't too disappointed.  "My pin
setter doesn't reset the lanes as quick as it used to."

	"That's okay, there's more than one way to get this kitten
purring,"  Moria offered as she kissed him again, playfully slipping
her tongue in and out of his mouth.  "Why don't we just give you a
little handicap and see what you can do with your other assets to
make up the difference?"

	The tingle of her tongue against his left little doubt to what
assets Moria was referring to.  Shifting his body to bring those
into play, Joe couldn't help but think there were aspects to
bowling that he'd never considered before.  Still, he was sure that
with Moria's help, it wouldn't be long before he would be able to
add most improved player to his list of accomplishments.

	A goal that the young redhead seems more than willing to
help him strive for.

END


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