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Subject: {ASSM} Karma, Chapter Four: A story in Nick Scipio's Summer Camp Universe
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Karma
A story in Nick Scipio's Summer Camp Universe
(c) 2006 by Wine Maker

Summer Camp characters and universe (c) 2006 by Nick Scipio.
All Rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are
either the product of the author's imagination, are used fictitiously,
or are used with the kind permission of Nick Scipio, and any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments,
events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

This story is fan fiction. It's also a short story of only five
chapters. I've tried to write it in enough detail to explain at least
the minimum needed for the characters to make sense, but it is a story
based on someone else's written work with a pre-established history
that would take too long to cover in full detail. If you want more back
story, I suggest you read Nick's excellent Summer Camp series. Even if
you don't want more back story, I still suggest you read Summer Camp.

The main character in this story is Regan Thomas, a minor character in
Nick's epic. She's rich, self-centered, and one of the major factors in
a seriously bad time for Nick's protagonist, Paul. They were in college
in the 80's when that happened and this story is set twenty years
later.

My incredible editor, Jo Beller, saw something redeeming in Regan while
many other readers condemned her as a bad seed. Jo finally convinced me
that there was more depth to her that should be explored. I pondered
Regan's Karma and this story is the result. I give credit to Nick for
creating characters to fire our imaginations and Jo for believing in
this story. And, of course, to my wife/editor, Mrs. Wine Maker, for all
her support. My writing is a tribute to her.

-----

Chapter Four: A leap of faith

I woke up slowly, luxuriating in comfortable warmth. Then I realized I
was half-sprawled across someone. A man - Tony - my suddenly awake
brain informed me. His scent filled my senses with my face buried in
his hair, my lips brushing his neck.

The rest of my body began reporting in and the news went downhill from
there. My thigh was resting on an obviously aroused cock and his arm
was between us, cupping one of my breasts through my tee shirt.
Unconsciously I began gently moving myself against him. Then my
forebrain caught up with my hindbrain and froze my hips. This was not
what I wanted.

Liar.

I lifted my head a little to look at his sleeping face. I wanted to
kiss those soft lips again and I couldn't keep fooling myself about not
wanting him. Now, with that out of the way, I just needed to decide if
I would give in to my desires or not.

I was still wrestling with myself when the phone rang. Tony's eyes
popped open and we stared at each other from a few inches away. I could
see his eyes flicker with surprise at the sudden realization that I was
lying mostly on top of him. Then the alarm as he realized that he had a
nice morning erection rubbing my inner thigh and my breast in his hand.
I felt my nipple stiffen against his palm through the cloth of my tee
shirt.

The phone rang a few more times while he got his brain in gear, pulled
his hand away from my breast, and answered the phone. A murmur told me
it was our wakeup call. When he hung up, I started to swoop in to take
a kiss but he beat me to it, kissing me softly and pulling back from
me.

"Sorry," he said, rearranging his briefs as he stood up. "I didn't
intend to grope you." He looked embarrassed and I realized that he took
his promise to behave very seriously.

"We were asleep. You didn't do anything I'm objecting to," I said
softly. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Tony, I want you.
And that scares me."

The spark in his eyes was impossible to miss. "Don't be scared. The
feeling's mutual. However," he said regretfully as he climbed out of
bed, "we have to get a move on or we'll be late."

With a nod, I slipped out of bed. "Do you want to shower first?"

"We could shower together," he suggested softly, pulling me closer with
a hand on my hip.

"Not and get to the funeral home on time," I said, regretfully. "Go
shower."

I brushed my teeth and sat on the toilet listening to him shower while
pummeling my brain on how to proceed. The speed and force of my
emotions were making me feel out of control again. I probably shouldn't
have told him that I wanted him. That gave him power over me and I
didn't know if any man could be trusted with that kind of control.

Tony turned off the shower and climbed out with water streaming down
his body. His wet hair clung to his neck and shoulders and he looked
like some kind of Greek god. The Regan of twenty years ago would have
thrown him against the wall - at least she would have if he had been a
woman - funeral service be damned. But I'd learned to restrain myself.
Most of the time. Restraint still didn't stop the wave of lust that
rolled up my body and lit me on fire, though.

Pulling my eyes from Tony, I stepped into the shower. The ritual of
washing myself brought me some control and I felt much better by the
time I climbed out and dried off.

Tony was putting his tie on when I came in and laid out the dress I'd
picked for the funeral. I sat down and reached for my makeup, but
stopped when I saw how badly my hand was trembling. If I tried to apply
makeup while I was shaking like this I'd look like an extra from a
slasher movie. I couldn't look like that in front of Mother. I couldn't
disappoint Daddy.

Tony put his hands on my trembling shoulders. "You can do this," he
said. "Take one step at a time and put one foot in front of the other."

I smiled wanly and nodded. "It's going to be the hardest thing I've
done in a long time, but with you behind me I might live through it."

He kissed my cheek and backed off. "Get dressed and we'll go. Are you
hungry?" I shook my head and slipped into a fresh bra and panties. "Not
really."

He left me in silence to apply my makeup and dress. The familiar
rituals calmed me and I felt almost human when we walked out to the
car.

-----

Mourners packed the funeral home. The service didn't start for half an
hour, but now we had local notables and family friends to add to the
volatile mix of relatives and me. I probably should've been here
earlier. I'd no doubt hear all about my failings before the service
ever got underway. At least after the funeral, I would only have to
deal with Conrad for one more day. Once the lawyer read the will, I
could be on my way back to LA. I glanced at Tony and realized that I
might not be heading to LA just yet, but I'd still be away from family.

Conrad was waiting for me. Someone must have tipped him off that I was
here, and he was ready to plaster me before I even had a chance to
catch my bearings.

"It's about time you decided to show up," he said, staring down his
nose. "You should have been here over an hour ago to meet the family.
And where's my SUV?"

I didn't even slow down and he had to leap aside to avoid me bouncing
him into the wall. "Yesterday you told me to be less involved. Really,
Conrad, for once in your life, show some spine and make a decision.
Which is it? You've been hogging the limelight and I'm happy to let you
have it. Choke on it. As far as the SUV, I left your stupid toy here in
the parking lot."

The expression on Conrad's face left no doubt I'd confused him, so he
switched tactics. "I don't want him here," Conrad said, sliding back in
front of me and walking backwards. "He threatened one of my guests, and
he has no business here while I'm burying my wife. He goes. And you're
lying because my SUV certainly isn't in the parking lot."

I stopped and made him walk back to me when he didn't stop when I did.
"Well then, we're even; I don't want you here, either," I assured him.
"Once again, you think you're in control of me and my friends. Disabuse
yourself of that idea right now. I do as I damned well please; and no
one tells one of my friends that they have to leave my mother's
funeral." I stepped up into Conrad's face and forced him back a step.
Inside, a quiet part of me marveled at my reaction. Margot called me
"the bulldog" when one of my friends was threatened. Again, it
illustrated to me how Tony defied all my expectations and fit into my
life anyway.

Thinking of Tony, I lowered my voice so as not to give Conrad another
scene. "Rod was being an ass and deserved to be thrown out of my room,"
I continued without pause. "And if you don't want to be thrown into a
hearse, you'd better get out of my way. If I make a stink and someone
calls the police, I may not get my way, but I will guarantee you a
three-ring circus that'll make you wish you'd never been born. As for
your SUV, maybe it was towed, or better yet, stolen. I say 'good for
the crooks' though it can't be worth much, as cheap as you are."

His face paled as he snarled and dithered.

Before I could see if he had a pair or not, Daddy stepped into the hall
with Melissa beside him. Daddy was frowning like a thunderhead, and
Melissa was shooting cold daggers at me with her eyes. I guess she'd
hoped for a late-night meeting with Tony. She was ambitious; I had to
give her that.

"Young lady, I am shocked at your behavior," Daddy growled. "I don't
know what you're thinking, but threatening a guest of mine is
inexcusable. So is running off to have an all-night orgy with a man you
just met the night before your mother's funeral." He shifted his gaze
to Tony. "I shouldn't have expected any better from the likes of you.
Leave. You're not wanted here."

Tony didn't seem at all bothered by Daddy's disapproval. Or Conrad's.
He looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

I shook my head. "He stays. Whether or not I slept with him is my
business, Daddy. I don't tell you or your wife who you can or can't
sleep with, so I'd appreciate the same courtesy. What happens in
Vermont stays in Vermont, you know, unless the two of you would like to
change the rules?"

Melissa flushed and her cold eyes heated with rage.

Daddy's expression didn't change. "Don't try to change the subject.
We're speaking about you and your unacceptable behavior."

He didn't seem surprised when I said Melissa cheated. Interesting, but
irrelevant.

I smiled sweetly. "But Daddy, I'm just being a good little daughter and
following in your footsteps. All I've ever wanted was to be like you.
If you don't want your philandering or your wife's sleeping with people
like Rod to be brought up, then leave my sex life out of this."

"I don't sleep around, and neither does Melissa," he said in an almost
apoplectic rage.

His denial about his own behavior fell flat for anyone who knew him. As
for Melissa, who knew what he believed? A better question was who
cared?

"You've pushed me as far as I'm willing to go." He leaned in and I had
to force myself to stand my ground. "That trust fund of yours and the
settlements from those men you used and dumped might keep you in a
comfortable house, but I know you want more. You want to be rich. I
know your mother left everything to Conrad. If you continue to
humiliate me this way, I'll cut you out of my will, too." His voice
dropped to a harsh whisper as he wound down.

This wasn't the first time he'd played this card to good effect. I felt
my heart rise into my throat. He thought using his money as a threat
was what would motivate me. He never seemed to get that it was his
approval that made me do what he wanted. I had to make the choice now
between pursuing a relationship with a man, one that would probably end
in disaster, and making Daddy happy.

Daddy's hard glare told me I didn't have the luxury of time, either. I
had to make that decision right here and now. Should I follow my heart
or my mind? Was there really a choice? As always, he held all the
cards.

Then I remembered what Tony said yesterday. The past defined us, but we
could choose to break the cycle. If we were willing to accept the pain
and start again. Karma or redemption? Right now, I was at the cusp of
two very different futures. One with Daddy's approval and one without
any close family at all. I took a deep breath and made the most
important decision of my life.

"Take your inheritance and shove it, Daddy. I never wanted your
stinking money. I wanted something you can't give me. Come on, Tony."
My voice was astonishingly level and somehow I wasn't shaking like a
leaf.

Daddy looked stunned and Melissa looked triumphant as I pushed past
them and into the funeral home. Conrad looked gay but that was probably
natural. Now I noticed all the people around that had been staring at
the confrontation, and I couldn't decide if the fact it would spread
like wildfire was good or bad.

I went to the front row and sat down with Tony next to me, staring
straight ahead.

What had I just done? Was I right? Wrong? Stupid? All of the above? I
felt my breathing start to speed up and the tears threatened to
overwhelm me.

Tony took my hand in his, and I looked at him through my unshed tears.
"I'm so proud of you," he said quietly.

I stopped a maniacal laugh in my throat through brute force. "I've just
walked away from the only family I've ever known."

He nodded. "Just like I did. Now you don't have to fit into the mold of
what they expect and demand. You can be who you want to be now."

That brought a small smile. "I already have a reputation for doing what
I want in spite of the consequences."

"I didn't say free to do what you want, Regan. That's not the same
thing as being free to be who you want to be."

I pulled a tissue from my purse and wiped my eyes. "I guess I don't
understand the difference yet."

"We've got years to figure that out," he said confidently.

"We? Planning on being around for a while?"

"For a while," he agreed with a smile.

Conrad came up and sat stiffly down the bench from me as the minister
walked up to the podium to start the funeral. I finally noticed that I
hadn't seen Rod. I worried about where he was and what he was doing
when I couldn't see him.

Nothing could be done about that now. Giving my attention over to the
service, I ignored Conrad, though I felt his gaze on me several times.

-----

I cried through the funeral, but it went as well as that kind of thing
can go. Many people got up and spoke about all the good things my
mother had done, and how she had blessed the people around her. Some of
it was real, but the rest of it was well-meaning tripe and posturing.
All too many people said the right thing only so they could be seen
doing it.

Near the end, I stood up and made my way to the podium, cutting off
Conrad before he could walk to the microphone for the final eulogy.
Conrad sat back down abruptly and glared at me.

Since I'd decided before the funeral not to speak, that must have
surprised the minister but he took it in stride. I suppose he'd seen it
all at these sorts of things. Looking out over the crowd, I felt the
rising tension. They expected something bad to happen. I imagine that
meant that word of my telling Daddy off had already made the rounds.

I smiled at Conrad and then at Daddy for a moment. Then I focused on
the crowd as a whole. "Everyone's spoken about all the good works my
mother did in her life, but I don't think they've touched on the core
of who she was. Let me tell you about my mother. She was a flawed
woman."

At the swift inhalation of breath, I smiled a little deeper. "Yes,
flawed. As flawed as we all are. Some more flawed than others." I
spared a glance at Conrad without being obvious about it. "In spite of
her own flaws, she loved me in spite of my flaws. She loved me, and I
love her, still. Maybe that seems a little off topic from all the grand
stories here this morning, but it's what's important to me. Despite our
personal failures, we could love one another in our own ways. I'll miss
you, Mom."

Wiping my face, I resumed my seat. Tony slid an arm around me and held
me reassuringly close while Conrad walked stiffly to the podium and
made the most pompous speech, seeming to focus more on him than her.
Typical.

The minister closed the service and thanked everyone for coming. That
seemed to cut loose the crowd and I again broke the rules and walked to
my mother's casket one last time. I kissed her face and whispered
goodbye. Then I walked out with my back straight and my head held high.

Outside, I'm sure Conrad would have done something nasty if I'd
bothered to stop and try to speak to him. But I blew past him without
pausing. Daddy and Melissa were already in the parking lot and he
stared at me for a moment before deliberately turning his back and
climbing into his car. Melissa's grin was predatory as she followed
him. I tried to pretend it didn't hurt as Daddy turned his back on me.

"Come on," Tony said, leading me to his Rover through the dispersing
crowd. People avoided me as if I'd caught the plague. "Time to go get
roaring drunk."

"That sounds like a grand idea," I agreed with a sigh. "Drive on,
MacDuff." I was glad I wouldn't be flying back to Knoxville for the
burial. After all that had happened, I just couldn't bear to go and see
her put in the ground. I just couldn't. Perhaps that is why she
insisted that her will be read here tomorrow morning. Maybe she knew me
better than I knew myself.

-----

Stopping on the way back to the hotel, I managed to find a bottle of
Fran�ois Villard St. Joseph Blanc 1996 and Tony snagged a bottle of
Basil Hayden's Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey. That beat the hell
out of the crap in those stupid mini-bars.

When we made it to our room, we saw the light blinking on the phone.
"Get that, will you?" Tony asked as he set the bottles on the counter.

I dialed the desk and asked for any messages. The perky female voice
that answered set my teeth on edge, but I just asked for the messages.

"No messages, ma'am. We had a package delivered for your room," she
said.

"A package?" I asked, surprised. "What kind of package?"

"It looks like a box of clothes," she said cheerfully. "A man left it
for your room this morning."

"I'll be right there," I said and hung up before she could respond. "I
think we need to shift hotels."

Tony shrugged. "That's fine. You go get the package. I'll pack and pick
you up in the lobby in ten minutes. Just check us out."

With a nod I left him packing and walked to the office. The woman
looked just as disgustingly perky as she sounded.

I presented my ID and room key and she handed me a cardboard box.

I took it and opened the lid to glance inside at the contents. It
looked like my clothes and small personal effects. On top was an
envelope with my name on it. I tore it open and scanned the short note.

Neither you nor your friend is welcome in my home any longer. Don't
come back to my property. - Conrad

I crumpled the note. "We're going to be checking out early."

Unperturbed, the cheerful clerk nodded and processed us out. I stepped
outside and went through the box in detail while I waited for Tony.
Under all the clothes was another of Rod's vials. I gritted my teeth in
rage, poured it onto the ground, and scattered it with my foot. Then I
crushed the vial under my shoe. That asshole.

A minute later Tony pulled up and I climbed in. "Where to?" he asked.

"The Hilton," I said. "If I'm going to be disowned, I can at least
celebrate in style. And they have rooms with a Jacuzzi tub."

He shook his head and smiled at me. Without another word, he drove to
the Hilton.

-----

The Hilton and I had a real history. If you looked at it from the right
perspective, that history was both good and bad. At least one incident
had been both at the same time.

I shook my head and scattered the gathering thoughts. Tony was right.
The past was the past and I couldn't choose to undo those long ago
events, even if I'd wanted to. To be honest, considering how blissfully
happy Gina was now, I wouldn't change that night one bit, even though I
regretted the pain I'd help cause that night.

In the end, that strength and independence of Gina's was worth all the
pain she'd endured, even if I was sometimes mystified at her taste in
husbands. Still, he made her happy and if that's what she wanted, it's
what I wanted for her. I didn't have to understand. I just needed to
love her. I did envy the happiness she'd made for herself, though.

A glance and a smile back at Tony reinforced how life sometimes took a
left turn and tossed all our plans and expectations on their heads.
Maybe I needed to reevaluate my opinion about Gina's husband, since I
had to re-examine everything in my life. Even knowing Tony as little as
I did, he and Gina's husband seemed to have a good bit in common. They
were both in good shape, but more importantly, they had a similar
strong self-assurance. I found the similarities a bit disconcerting and
just a little bit ironic.

With a laugh that drew a surprised look from Tony, I walked quickly
into the lobby and straight up to the desk clerk.

"I need a suite with a Jacuzzi," I said, sliding my ID and credit card
over.

-----

An hour later we were safely ensconced in a nice suite and sitting
naked in the Jacuzzi, sipping on our drinks. Well, he was sipping and I
was closer to gulping. I expected him to tell me to slow down or
something, but he didn't. After the first glow hit me, I slowed down
and watched him from beneath my eyelashes.

"Aren't you afraid I'll drink myself into a stupor?" I asked.

"I wouldn't say 'afraid', but I am worried about it," he admitted.

"Then why aren't you stopping me?"

He smiled and shook his head. "If anyone deserves to get falling down
drunk tonight, it's you, and I won't stop you. If you do, I'll make
sure you get safely to bed, so don't worry about it."

"Does that involve more gentleman-like behavior?"

"Yep," he said, sipping his drink. "I won't take advantage of you while
your defenses are down."

I set my wineglass on the side of the tub and slid over to him in the
hot water. Surprised, he barely had time to set his drink down before I
was sitting in his lap and pulling his arms around my waist. I ran my
hands across his chest, feeling the hard muscles under soft skin.

"Well, my defenses aren't down right now, or at least they're up as far
as they need to be. So, what if I want you to take advantage of me?" I
nipped his earlobe gently. "What if I want you to make love to me right
now? I don't understand why I feel so close to you, much less so
quickly, but I don't want to fight it anymore. Do you want me, Tony?"

A slow smile spread on his face as I felt him rise to the occasion
until he was firm against my thigh. I moved and allowed him to unbend
himself. Then I rubbed myself against his erection. His eyes lost focus
a little at that, and he pulled me against him and kissed me deeply.

I melted into him as the emotions that I'd been holding in check were
suddenly rushing through my mind. This was like making love to Gina or
Margot, but somehow not quite the same. I kissed him back with an ardor
that surprised me. I was suddenly hungry for him in the worst way.

The world shrunk to just the two of us as his hands found my breasts.
The sweet mixture of pleasure and pain when he bit my nipples made me
gasp. I felt so hot inside that the hot tub felt cool.

He stopped me when I reached down to guide him inside me. "No, let me
make love to you."

Surprised and confused, I nodded and stood up uncertainly. He pulled me
out of the tub and dried me thoroughly. The soft caress of the towel
drove me crazy, and he seemed to know right where to touch me.

He dried quickly, led me slowly into the bedroom by the hand and sat me
on the edge of the bed. I watched him curiously to see what he had in
mind.

Taking my face in his hands, he kissed me slowly and deeply. I felt
that kiss down to my toes. Then he let his lips travel all over my face
and neck, kissing and gently nipping my skin. Gasps and moans escaped
my lips as he continued his slow torture.

His hands cupped my breasts. He licked and nipped my neck, his hands
gently squeezing and twisting my nipples in ever-growing sharp twists.
He quickly discovered that I liked my nipples treated roughly.

My eyes watched him lustfully and I tried to pull his head back up to
kiss me. That got his hands to capture my wrists and hold them pinned
at my sides.

"Oh, no," he whispered hungrily. "I'm going to kiss every inch of your
body before we make love. No shortcuts." That fired a jolt of pure lust
through my body. I was instantly drenched inside. When he let go of my
hands, I forced them to remain at my sides as he resumed his slow
progress.

I was breathing heavily by the time his mouth captured my right nipple.
I sucked in my breath, and my back arched convulsively. He licked, bit,
and sucked it until my hips were thrusting rhythmically. I moaned at
every gentle nip of his teeth. I don't remember tangling my fingers in
his hair but this time he didn't complain. The sensations had far
surpassed anything I'd ever felt with a man before, and I began to
think I was going to come just from his lips on my breasts.

Groaning, I again tried to fight him for control. I wanted him inside
me and I wanted it now!

He easily pinned me back on the bed. "No, no, no," he grinned. "That
gets you two minutes in the penalty box."

"God," I groaned in frustration. "How can you stand this? Fuck me,
Tony. Please, fuck me!"

"Good things come to those who wait," he teased. "Patience is a
virtue."

I almost screamed, but he only laughed and went back to kissing my
inner arm, working slowly toward my wrist. With my arms trapped in his
hands I couldn't even touch myself. I writhed, attempting to rub
against him for relief. Tony laughed and didn't cooperate.

By the time he was working his way down my stomach, I was sure that I
was going to die. It felt like I'd been on the brink of a massive
orgasm for hours. Every minute was the most exquisite torture. As he
kissed my inner thigh, I felt the moisture of my arousal run down my
ass. I could only imagine the massive wet spot.

Then he started away from my sex and down toward my knee and I did
scream. "Oh, God!"

Tony laughed and kept kissing, licking, and nibbling me very, very
slowly. He made me bend my knee and kissed all the way down to my feet,
licking and sucking the arch of my foot. It was so close to tickling
that I almost kicked him, but it was also erotic in a way I'd never
imagined. When he sucked my toes and gave each one a miniature blowjob,
I felt it all the way up my spine and my eyes closed in pleasure.

He repeated that fantastic performance on my other foot, and started
back up my other leg. I knew what was coming now, and I was so ready
that I just knew I was going to cream all over him at the first touch
of his lips on my sex. Inch by torturous inch, he covered the distance,
seeming to slow down as he came closer to his goal. By the time his
nose touched my pubic hair, my hips were thrusting uncontrollably and I
was urging him on with soft groans and moans.

He settled between my legs and blew softly on my pussy. He pushed me to
the very brink of orgasm without having touched my sex even once. As he
leaned forward, I tensed in anticipation, the moment drawing out almost
painfully. Then, all of a sudden, he rolled me onto my stomach. "Time
for the back half," he said in that infuriatingly cheerful voice.

I lost it. I completely lost my marbles right there. I begged. I
pleaded. I threatened. I insulted. All that got me was more time in the
penalty box. Remorselessly, he started at my neck and worked his way
down my back. Goosebumps covered every inch of me, and I felt like I
was floating.

His teeth on my ass while his hands squeezed my butt cheeks made me
start grinding into the bed. He had to pull one hand back to pull me
away from the promise of gratification. That precipitated a war for
control of my hands again that I quickly lost.

"You're almost there," he encouraged me, his warm breath flowing along
the crack of my ass. "Just a few minutes more..." Then he gently spread
the globes of my ass and ran his tongue along my rosebud. Lightning
flashed through my brain as he proceeded to give me the rimjob of my
life. I'd usually been the giver of anal pleasure and now he was
driving me totally crazy with it.

I was almost too incoherent to feel it when he flipped me back over and
onto my back. Then he buried his face between my legs and split me with
his tongue while two fingers plunged inside me. I thought the world had
ended. I don't know how long he had kept me on the brink of orgasm, but
that pushed me over like a barrel over Niagara Falls. I was unstoppable
and he rode me in a frenzy of licks, sucks, and plunging fingers. One
after another, the orgasms rolled over me and through me like an
electric current as I writhed under his glorious torment.

-----

Groggily, I focused on Tony's grinning face that seemed to be floating
over me. I blinked and stretched languorously. "Dear God," I whispered.
"What did you do to me?"

"I like to call that 'around the world in eighty minutes,'" he said,
kissing me softly. He face was thoroughly drenched with my juices.

"If I had any energy left, I'd hit you for torturing me like that, you
bastard," I said with a sigh.

"You'd better have some energy," he smirked, "because the main event is
about to begin."

I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him on top of me, luxuriating in
the feel of his body against mine. Then, I rolled him onto his back and
broke our kiss. "After you calling all the shots, I think I need a
little cowgirl action. Lie back like a good boy and let me have my way
with you."

With a laugh, he surrendered and put his hands behind his head. "I'm
yours. Do your worst."

Hungrily eyeing his cock, I decided I wanted a little taste of him
first. Just enough to get him all wired to go crazy when I was ready to
fuck him silly. And I could get some more of that talented tongue of
his. I wasn't ready to say he ate better pussy than Gina did, but he
certainly knew his way around one.

With a quick twist, I slid on top of him and ground my pussy in his
surprised face while I used my hand slowly to jack his cock. "Get back
to licking me while I warm up the quarterback." My eyes grew heavy
lidded as he wrapped his arms around my ass and dove in tongue first.
Oh, yeah, this man would go far.

Licking my lips, I lowered my face to his cock and took the head of it
into my mouth. His masculine taste exploded across my tongue, and I
gloried in the velvety warmth of his cock. I wrapped my lips around him
and felt his pulse in the most intimate way imaginable. His heartbeat
thundered inside my mouth.

When he started thrusting his hips, I used my hands to foil him from
fucking my mouth. This was payback. I was going to torture him and then
fuck him after he lost his mind. Slowly, I built my tempo until I was
taking half his length at each plunge at the same rate of thrust he was
trying to use on me. As his oral technique suffered, I knew I was
having an effect on him.

As his precum became abundant, I pulled him out of my mouth and began
jacking him off. Every few jerks I'd lick his head completely. This was
when I discovered that instead of being the expected chore, going down
on him was exciting me far more than going down on men had in the past.
Even the taste of his precum was exciting.

Taking a deep breath, I changed my plans and plunged my mouth down on
his cock, inhaling and tying to suck him deep into my throat. I wanted
to caress him with my throat muscles. I'd never been fond of giving
head so, of course, I choked a little and backed off to use my lips and
tongue. Maybe Gina could give me some pointers.

Tony must have liked it, though. I thought he was going to throw me off
with the thrusting and it made me feel very pleased with myself. I
started sucking him as if I meant it. Usually, having a man come in my
mouth was a gift to him, but this time I greedily wanted to treat
myself.

I barely had a moment's warning when he arched wildly and his cock
began swelling in my mouth. I pulled back until only the head was in my
mouth and used my hands to stroke his length as he came. As his come
exploded across my tongue, I exulted. At this moment, I wanted his come
in my mouth more than I'd ever wanted anything before. One swallow and
then another, and he trailed off into mild twitches and moans.

But I wasn't done with him yet. It was payback time for earlier. Even
as he collapsed, I licked him clean and spun over him again. Before he
knew it he was balls deep inside me, and I arched my back and groaned
at the ceiling. My strap-on wasn't even in his league. It was good, but
a real man was much, much better. I hadn't been with a man at all since
my last divorce and I'd almost given up on anything but women; but now
I felt more alive than I had in years.

Leaning forward, I let my hair cover his chest. Then I started grinding
myself against him, bouncing slowly. I could tell it was a rough
transition for him. He was probably sensitive, and here I was forcing
him to ride out that feeling. What a bitch, I thought with a grin. I
was impressed that he didn't complain.

For a while, we ground together and I started having a string of small
orgasms while I rode him. That urged me on to a faster pace and soon I
was bouncing up and down so hard that I would've been afraid the bed
would collapse if I'd had the attention to spare.

At what I thought was the height of those orgasms, Tony rolled me over
and began thrusting himself deeply into me. Then I discovered I only
thought I knew how intense it could get.

I clung to him, unable to do anything but scream and writhe with my sex
jerking up to meet his fevered thrusts. My mouth locked to his and I
tried to suck his tongue down my throat while he built to a crescendo
on top of me. My entire body spasmed and I locked my legs around his
waist, moaning his name into his ear while I held him.

He pinned me to the bed with an incredibly deep thrust. I felt him
swell inside me, and then his cock convulsed as the hot, wet sensation
of his come filled me. I squeezed him repeatedly with my internal
muscles, milking him with the velvet glove of my pussy.

A hot, sweaty tangle of limbs, we collapsed together and whispered to
each other. It didn't take me long to get that this was more than hot
sex. I loved him. That emotional connection to him was there in a way I
could never have dreamed of with a man. I loved him. I'd thought I'd
thrown my life away, but I'd only just found it.

I finally realized that he was telling me something repeatedly. "I love
you." I knew men used it as a way to get what they wanted from women
but this time I somehow knew deep inside that it was real.

"I think I love you, too," I whispered dreamily back, shocking myself.
My mouth seemed to have developed a mind of its own. What the hell was
I saying?

I lay there thinking about it as he drifted off to sleep beside me. I
finally decided that I'd just have to trust my instincts and let sleep
drag me into the most wonderful dreams.

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