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If you are not of the age of consent or if stories of
a sexual nature offend you, please read no further. 

Please note: No animals were injuried during the
creation and editing of this story.

As with any author, I would like to hear heaps of
praise. However, if you would let me know how you
liked the story - one way or another - it would be
most welcome.

Bobbi Johnson


 
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Trained for True Love
By Bobbi Johnson

"You know James, there are times I could just slap you. God, how
you can piss me off sometimes." Betty glared at him as he looked
down at his shoes.
"I'm just not sure I feel like a party that's all." James knew he
was sniveling, but his heart was still broken. Betty should
understand that. Hell, they'd known each other since high school,
gone to the same college and now worked in the same office. She'd
always been there for every important moment of his adult life.
"James, you know I'm pushing you for your own good. It's boring
to watch you mope. Face it, Susan left you; and in my opinion you
should have dumped her long ago. She was, no IS, a conniving
self-centered bitch. She's been gone for, what, over six weeks
now." Betty's eyes were still blazing, but softened as she went
on. "We've been friends forever. I'm always there when you go
head-over-heels over a new woman and I'm always there to help you
pick up the pieces when she leaves you. That's what I'm doing now
and this party will be perfect. It'll be fun and you can get out
of your head for a few hours. Besides, I'll be there and can
protect you if need to be protected."
"But costumes?"
	"Don't think costumes, think theme. It's like time travel.
You'll go back in history to Regency England. You can be Mr.
Darcy, like in Pride and Prejudice. Who knows, maybe you'll even
find Miss Elisabeth Bennett." Her eyes were twinkling now. "I
have some friends at that little theater across town and they
have a costume waiting for you."
	"Betty. I don't know..."
	"Quit whining. It'll be fun, I promise. Besides, you'll look
fetching in those button-up pants and cutaway coat. If only you
rode..." Betty was laughing now and James joined her. He couldn't
help it. She was that kind of a friend.

-----*-----

And James was enjoying the party. People were mingling, drinking,
talking, and dancing. Period dances. Betty had dragged him out on
the floor and taught him the basics and it was fun. As he
wandered toward the bar, he saw a woman that looked out of place,
or at least her costume did. It looked like it belonged in a
French period-piece movie, not here in Regency England. As he
reached the bar, the woman half turned and, looking over her
shoulder, made eye contact with James. He felt a bolt shoot
through him as she half smiled and turned back away.
"Red please," James said to the bartender. Turning and finding
the woman next to him, he raised his eyebrows in question and
added, "And a white for the Lady."
"Merci." She looked him directly in the eyes and again he was
thunderstruck. Her eyes were a bright green, her face an oval,
and her skin like alabaster. And her accent was faintly French.
"Are you enjoying the party?"
"Yes, but I thought the costumes were supposed to be Regency. You
stand out like a gem in a pile of gravel."
"I suppose so, but my costume is authentic for the period. I'm
the cousin from France, don't you see? Visiting my English
cousins   bringing light into their drab world." Her laughter was
like bells. "I am Helene, and you are..."
"James, and it is truly a pleasure to meet you." And he bowed.
She tilted her head in acknowledgement and studied him, just as
he was studying her. "Are you really from France?"
"No. I am from Quebec." She pronounced it Key-beck. "But I've
been living here for sometime. I like the climate here, warmer in
the summer and much warmer in the winter. How long have you been
here?" And so on.
They chatted for quite a while. James liked her soft accent and
the way she made eye contact. It wasn't really flirting, he told
himself, just light chit-chat. That is until he asked what she
did for a living. She tilted her head, looking at him again very
intently, before replying, "I am a trainer."
James laughed, "Corporate or lion?"
She smiled, "Em-m-m-m-m, maybe a little of both. Actually I do
all types of training. Whatever someone is willing to pay for, as
long as I find it interesting and a challenge. Oh, my cell phone
is vibrating, I must take this call. I'm so sorry." She turned
and left for the balcony.
James watched her go. She had to be wearing a corset under that
dress, or else she had the tiniest waist on the face of the
earth. She did look like a character from a movie   the dress was
white and gold, huge shirt (hoops underneath?), pinching waist
and delectable open bodice showing off the swell of her breasts.
He wondered if the small mole by the corner of the mouth was real
and what color her hair really was. She was obviously wearing a
wig, piled high and dusted with some white powder. 
James's mind refocused in the now and saw that Helene was looking
at him and talking on her cell phone. She nodded and then smiled.
As she snapped the cell phone closed, she winked at him and
headed back in his direction.
"All's well I hope?" James asked. "More wine?"
"No, no more wine, but yes the call was most satisfactory. It is
unfortunate, but sometimes my professional life intrudes on my
personal life." She gave him her hand and he lifted it to his
lips and bowed over it.
"How wonderfully period you are." Her voice took on that musical
quality again. "I'm afraid I must go. It has been a more
enjoyable evening than I expected."
"Maybe we could meet again," he laughed, "you know in the here
and now. Maybe for coffee?"
"Perhaps." She pulled her cell phone out, opened it and said,
"Give me your number and I will think about it. I will call you."
He gave her the number. With a snap of the phone and a brief
smile, she was gone.
James went back to the bar and was just getting his wine from the
bartender when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and
found Betty.
"Where did you disappear to? And please don't tell me you fell in
love again tonight."
"Well, not love. I mean we just met, I don't even know her last
name and she wouldn't give me her number."
"Oh God! James, James, James. What am I going to do with you?"
"Come on Betty, give me a break. I'm not that bad. How about
another dance?" And with that he led her away to the dance
floor.

-----*-----

	James looked up from the piles on his worktable. Betty was
walking toward him, her heels clicking. That was what had gotten
his attention   the sound. For not the first time he appraised
what he saw. She was a tall woman, with long wavy dark brown
hair. She had a generous figure, he used to joke that she'd never
suffered from anorexia, but she wasn't at all fat. Her eyes were
like pools of melted dark chocolate; her mouth full and sensuous.
Her skin had a darkish olive tone.
	"What?" she said stopping in front of him.
	"Betty, how come we've never gotten together?"
	"We're together all the time. We see each other every day here
at work and almost every weekend we spend ..."
	"No," he interrupted, "personally. Why didn't we ever get
together personally?"
	"Timing has always been wrong, we're too good of friends and
don't want to fuck that up. Hell I don't know." She was a bit
flustered. "What brought all this on? Your new Little Miss Fluff
hasn't called?"
"Jesus, sorry I asked."
A sigh. "No, it was me   I'm getting heat and passing it on.
How's the project going?"
"Thanks to the party, I'll be finished tonight or tomorrow. Noon
at the absolute latest. Go tell Ron he can pull the wild hair out
of his ass and get off your back."
Betty just stared.
"Okay, I didn't say anything before but the party really broke up
the log jam in my head. And don't gloat! Wipe that smirk off your
face! Anyway, after the party, everything just fell into place. I
mean it was almost orgasmic in its intensity. I mean all of a
sudden everything fit, exactly the way it needs to and I'm
running sims now and will have it all wrapped with a bow. Thank
you for making me go." His voice had actually risen in pitch with
his excitement.
"I knew you'd get it done and ahead of schedule." Betty smiled.
"Maybe you should take some time off; you've got lots of time
you'd been saving..." Her voice trailed off.
James laughed and finished her thought, "... time so you could
spend an extended vacation with the self-centered bitch. Don't
worry I'm well now, Dr. Betty. Maybe I will take some time off
after this is packaged."
"Then I'll let you get to it." Betty turned and started back down
the corridor.
"And," James said a little loudly. Betty turned and looked over
her shoulder at him and he mouthed, "You have a great ass.
Absolutely the best!"
Betty arched one eyebrow, a genetic thing James had read
somewhere, laughed lustily and went on her way.

-----*-----

	James was tidying up his work space when the phone rang and he
picked it up, "Hello."
	"James?" Soft accented voice. Helene.
	"Yes, Helene. I figured you'd forgotten about me."
	"No. Somehow I erased your phone number from my cell. But I
asked a few people about you and finally found where you work."
	"I'm surprised. Almost no one at the party even knew me."
	"Oh, I just asked about the wonderful Mr. Darcy and eventually a
client called me back and gave me your work number. I don't know
all the details, but here we are. I would have called sooner, but
I've been working and just finished negotiating another contract
and would love a cup of coffee. You know Java Heaven?"
	"Sure, great coffee. And it's an interesting building. Not too
far from my place, when would you like to meet?"
	"What is a good time for you?"
	"Anytime; as a matter of a fact, as of five minutes from now,
I've got the next three week or so off."
	"Good."
	"When's good for you?"
	"I can be there in an hour or so. Please order a press of Kenya
AA, it is my favorite coffee. Like drinking wine with a bit of a
jolt."
	"Great, I'll see you then." He waited until she'd hung up. What
had she meant by 'good.' And who cared. As he walked from the
office, he realized he had no idea what she really looked like.
Oh well, he'd find out soon enough.

	He was sitting at a corner table when she walked in and he had
no doubt. He smiled and waved. As she walked toward him, he took
her in. She was wearing a dress, a floral print in green and
fuchsia, probably silk by the way it moved. Buttons up the front,
but open enough to offer a hint of cleavage. Her pumps matched
the fuchsia in her dress and she was wearing dark hose. Her eyes
were still that vivid green and her hair, cut in a short bob, was
a thick auburn, the reddish highlights glowing. No mole and, she
even though she had a small waist now, she had to have been
wearing a corset to the party. Her lips were full and lush, plum
colored lipstick he decided. And her skin was pure alabaster, an
almost translucent white. He felt a thickening in his loins.
	As she sat, he poured her some coffee. "You look lovely."
	She laughed her musical laugh, "Of course I do. Do you think I
wouldn't take care before I saw you again?"
	"I wasn't sure if we'd ever see each other again. It has been
weeks."
	"I know. And I said I was sorry once   please don't try to make
me say it again."
	"No. No, of course not."
	"Good. And I'm going to be very frank with you. I think maybe we
could spend some time together, but maybe we won't make the fit.
And I am very tired of the dating "bullshit"   is that the right
word?"
	"Bullshit   oh yeah."
	"Well, anyway, I don't want to waste our time. So I make a
proposition to you   we sit here tonight, drink coffee and you
tell me everything about yourself. Leave nothing out. Then I will
decide if we shall proceed."
	"Why you? Don't I get a say in this?"
	"Silly boy, do you really think men have any real say in the
affairs of the heart? Or the body, for that matter. No! It is
always the woman who can see clearly and makes the decisions.
They may not be the right decisions, but she makes them none the
less." She looked him directly in the eyes, "So, what do you say?
Is it worth the chance?"
	Almost hypnotized, he slowly nodded, "Yeah, I think it just
might."
	"Good. A little more coffee, please. Now I will tell you some of
my story and why we're going to do this my way." And she did. Her
loves, her heartbreaks and her near misses with disaster. "And
then I became a trainer and found my strength. I have been
focusing on my business, building my client list, 'doing lunches'
  God how I hate that phrase   when necessary. I may want a
relationship now, we'll see. And you?"
	So James told her. From his first girlfriend in middle school,
through high school, college and right up to Susan. His long sad
string of broken hearted romances. He explained how he had given
and given, but it was never enough.
	"You are feeling sorry for yourself." He winced at the accuracy
of her remark. "But there are two things that have been missing.
Total giving and the right woman. Was that Susan that you came to
the party with?"
	"God no! That was Betty, she's my best friend." And James went
on to tell her about Betty, and, when she interrupted his story,
answered a few questions. No, they'd never had sex; yes, they had
comforted each other when there was a breakup; yes, she knew him
probably better than anyone.
	As they finished their second press of coffee, Helene said "I
think this will work out quite nicely. If you'll do as I ask, I
believe we can build for you the relationship of your life. This
is what I propose, I am going to train you to give yourself to a
woman as she truly needs you to. It is a theory I've worked out.
You have three weeks off, no?"
	He nodded that he did.
	"Good, we'll probably need a little less than that, so that
should suffice. Now, you will turn yourself over to me   do
exactly as I say   immediately   or I will punish you. Don't look
so frightened, I will not draw blood or cause any more pain than
you could take. At any time either of us can say 'NO' and we'll
walk away. You must not talk to your friends and you must not
sexually relieve yourself."
	James grimaced at this last bit. "But..."
	"No mon amie, it is for focus. And I can promise you ecstasy if
you'll do as I say. The right giving to the right woman   it will
be bliss." And Helene gave him a smile that dazzled him and
melted the cold finger of fear.
	"Here is an address. If you are willing to try my ideas, come to
this address tomorrow at ten. Otherwise it is adieu." She then
rose, pecked him on the check and walked out.

-----*-----

	James opened his eyes to the early morning. He should be
sleeping in; he had three weeks off. Helene. His first response
had been to reach for his cell and call Betty. But Helene had
said no contact with friends. Last night he awakened three times
to find himself in a sweat, his fist wrapped around his cock and
visions of plum colored lips on the edges of his memory. What had
she said? "You must not sexually relieve yourself." Christ this
wasn't going to be easy.
	He got up, started coffee and took a very hot shower. He really
wanted to dance with Rosey in the shower, but refrained. He made
peanut butter toast, retrieved the paper, poured coffee and sat
on his balcony for breakfast. The early morning sun felt good. He
checked the time   plenty yet   poured more coffee and finished
the paper. Relaxed. Not a care in the world. The picture of
tranquility. He was sure he'd hurl over the rail at any second.
	Later, with his coffee, he was standing in front of his open
closet trying to figure out what to wear. Both the Mr. Darcy
costume and cutoffs and flip flops were out. He finally settled
for khakis, a blue button down shirt, and loafers with no socks.
Casually dressy? Preppy? Fuck it, he thought, it's comfortable. 

-----*-----

He may have been dressed to look comfortable, but James was
anything but comfortable as he mounted the steps of the three
story brick townhouse and rang the bell. If Helene owned this
house, she had some money, or good credit. The house was a copy
of some of the historical houses in town and this was becoming a
fashionable area. The area had never been run down so the prices
weren't bargain basement low, but then rehab costs were lower
too.
"Please come in and take off your shoes in the hall." The voice
jolted him out of his musings. "I'll be down in a moment."
As he now stood in the entrance hall he thought about that voice.
It was almost better than physical sex. Actually better than some
he'd had. At a hint of a sound he turned in time to see Helene
coming down the stairway. She too had dress for comfort   knee
length denim skirt and a rose-colored bulky sweater. The sleeves
were pushed up. Very casual and homey. But her eyes were sharp
and penetrating as she looked down on him.
"Are you ready?" He nodded and she smiled, "Good, so am I. I
think our adventure will be delicious, don't you? Come with me."
Helene led him into a comfortable room and motioned for him to
sit on the sofa. When he did, she perched on the other end and
tucked her feet under her. After regarding him long enough to
make him want to squirm, she said, "Jamie, I want to start by
pointing some things out to you. Oh, do you mind if I call you
Jamie?"
Only Betty called him Jamie and it seemed like an invasion into
their relationship to allow someone else to call him that. But
before he could say any of this those plum lips spread in a big
smile and she said, "Oh, I am so glad you don't mind. It will be
special between you and your special woman." With that she leaned
forward and gave him a kiss on the mouth. Not a hot sloppy
passionate kiss. Not a kiss that sucked the breath from your
body. But a kiss that promised all of that. Before she moved all
the way back, she held his gaze. As she broke it, his eyes
dropped and he could see the tops of her breasts. The scoop neck
of her sweater was hanging down, just a little. And he had that
quick glance breast and lacy bra before she sat all the way back.
And his face was actually burning.
"Are you embarrassed for peeking down the front of my sweater?"
"Ugh , ugh ... um I um..." Why was he so embarrassed?
"Oh Jamie, you are so cute right now. I did that to you on
purpose. I needed to make a point. And I enjoyed the kiss." Her
expression turned serious.
"Do you remember me telling you that it is women who really
control the pace and direction of a relationship? Well, that is
what I've been doing. I waited to call you when I wanted. I
didn't lose your number. I told you to get me coffee and to wait
for me. I told you very little actually about my past, but had
you tell me in intimate detail about your past. I told you I
wanted you not to masturbate, and you didn't, did you?"
He indicated he hadn't.
She went on, "I told you to be here at ten. I told you to take
off your shoes when you entered and to wait for me. And all of
this you did. You have never once questioned me. So you see, that
is how it works. Always has, since Eve told Adam to taste the
apple. The problem is people, and men specifically, set limits
for themselves which are arbitrary and limiting. And I believe
those limits are the reasons that keep men from giving themselves
to women fully. And sadly, keep women from realizing when a man
is trying to do just that. That is why you and I are going to
have this adventure. I'm going to teach you how to give yourself
fully to your special woman."
James stared at her, not quite sure he was taking all this in,
and afraid maybe he was. A wanting to taste her plum lips again.
"Um last night you said either of us could say no at anytime and
walk away, right?"
"Yes."
"I don't want say no, but can I occasionally ask why?"
"Of course you may ask. I'm not going to gag or make you bark
like a dog."
"Why do you keep referring to yourself as 'my special woman,' why
not just say 'me'?"
"Because today, at this moment I may want to be that special
woman, but maybe I'm not. Plus it is mental conditioning." His
eyes widened at this. "No silly, no brain washing. It is like
practicing a repetitive physical move. A tennis serve. You do it
over and over and develop what is called muscle memory. The swing
becomes instinctive because your muscles know what the movement
should feel like. This is like mental muscle memory, little
things like this allows your subconscious to train itself."
"Okay, now what?"
	"Some talk, some touching, some looking, time apart, time
together." As she spoke she rose to her knees and reached out and
put her hand in the center of his chest. Slowly, her eyes locked
on his, she slowly moved her hand up and down and around his
chest. Very lightly. "We have no need to rush and that is what
ruins so many relationships. We won't make that mistake with
you."
	James felt his heart pounding. He wanted to reach out and pull
Helene into his arms and ... what? Ravish her? Definitely kiss
her. Touch her.
	"Jamie, do you want to touch me or do you want to be inside me
right now?"
	"Both." His voice sounded hoarse and clogged even to him.
	"Good, but I knew that." Looking down at his crotch, she smiled
and said, "And I can plainly see evidence of the second."
	Before he could speak, her eyes were back on his. Holding them,
pulling him into a bright green pool where nothing else existed.
And her hand kept moving slowly, lightly across his chest.
	"Please stand for me Jamie, and take off your shirt. I would
like to see you; I would like to see if the flesh looks as good
as it feels."
	He stood, their eyes still locked, and slipped out of his shirt.
He could feel her eyes on his even as he pulled the shirt over
his head. To hell with the buttons he had thought, just get it
off quickly. As he dropped the shirt on the couch, Helene rose
and ran both hands over his chest. Fingers brushing his nipples,
feathery light. He started to reach for her.
	"No." His arms dropped. "This is my time to explore, not yours.
Your time will come."
	He thought he caught a smile, but he wasn't sure and his eyes
wouldn't, couldn't, leave hers. He thought of birds being
hypnotized by snakes. Was he being hypnotized?
	Helene broke the eye contact and leaned into his chest and
flicked her tongue across his left nipple. James felt a jolt of
current shoot through his whole body. What was this? The spell
was broken by Helene's laughter.
	"You must breathe Jamie. I don't want you to turn blue and fall
over." Her arms circled his waist and she hugged him. "Put your
shirt back on, but leave it out and unbuttoned. You would look
very sexy that way. Come let's get some coffee."
	He followed her into the kitchen, unbuttoning his shirt and
slipping it on. Had he been hypnotized? Certainly mesmerized.
They sat quietly, with mugs of coffee, and he stared off
absently.
	"You know Jamie, on of the biggest problems men have is they try
to figure and order everything out. Put everything in its place.
What you just did was you gave me my wish; I wanted to touch you
and you wanted me touch you."
"Yeah, but I wanted to touch you as well. And you wouldn't let
me. What about what I want?"
"Jamie, please listen to me. Not just hear the words, but hear
what I'm telling you. This is the very basis of what you need to
understand if you're ever to unite with your special woman. Will
you listen?"
"Yeah, sure."
"No, Jamie. You must listen. Please."
James closed his eyes and took a deep breath and let it out.
Softly he said, "Yes. I will listen and try to understand."
"Good. Jamie there are woman who could make you do exactly what
they want by their sheer force of will, or by the force of their
whips. And there are men who need and enjoy that. There are men
who pay to be treated that way. But that is escapism; that is not
what you are looking for in life. And certainly not what is
wanted by your special woman."
"Jamie I wanted to look at your body. I asked you to show it to
me. I wanted to touch it, feel the texture of your skin, smell
you, and taste your nipples. And you wanted me to do those
things. But the real essence of the giving to me was that you
wanted to give yourself to me because it would make me happy. Not
the tactile sensations, though they were wonderful, but the very
act of giving itself. Too often, all too often, men think they
are giving for all the right reasons, but underneath that is the
base line of all male thinking   I want to stick my cock in your
pussy. And don't look shocked or pretend to be."
"Well ... ugh ... um ..."
"Quite so. Men can't help it, and trust me a nice cock feels
wonderful, but if you want to have your special woman, your cock
 no matter how wonderful   is not going to be enough. So you need
to give not for returns, but for her pleasure. Then you'll find
you get pleasure from her pleasure. The warmth from her pure
pleasure will wrap your being as tightly, and warmly as her pussy
does your cock."
James said nothing. His brain seemed to shut down.
"Come stand in front of me Jamie." He rose and stepped to her.
"You have such lovely skin. I wanted to touch it once more before
you go." She reached up with both hands and caressed him, sliding
her hands beneath his open shirt.
"Hmmmm, oh yes. You have very lovely skin." She leaned forward
and kissed him just above his navel. "Now you really must go, I
have some training sessions to plan out."
His disappointment was palpable. "Must you? I thought we
could..."
"Jamie, Jamie, Jamie, don't think! Not now anyway. You have time
off and I still have to work. I'm spending today planning and
trying to rearrange my schedule so we can have more time together
while you're off. Go home, lie down. And put your hands palm
down, under your bottom and leave them there. No playing with
yourself. And think, or better, meditate on what I told you about
giving. And don't talk to anyone else."
James felt  - what? Empty, unfulfilled, disappointed? Yes, yes,
yes.
"Button your shirt now," she looked up at him and her full-force
blazing smile was back. "Go home and make sure you're open for a
late dinner tonight. I'll call you."
And like that James found himself on the sidewalk walking away
from Helene's house and wondering, maybe not for the first time,
what the hell just happened. But he went home, lay on the couch
and drifted. All day.

-----*-----

	That night James found himself at a small table in the dim
alcove of Le Doufou, a wonderful French bistro. Helene had called
during the late afternoon to tell him she would be free early
enough for a late dinner together and that she'd made
reservations for them. And so, here he was waiting for her. He
had ordered a bottle of wine and was sipping some when she came
in the door. Another look.
	She wore a black business suit. It would have been called severe
had the skirt not been pleated and swinging to and fro just above
her knees. She was wearing a blouse that was a bit lighter than
her lipstick, but it was the same shade of plum. Her legs were
sheathed in black hose and her shoes were classic pumps. Betty
would call them "Joan Crawford Come Fuck Me" pumps. And hitting
him like a beacon were those green eyes.
	He stood and held her chair as she approached the table. "You
look absolutely stunning," he whispered in her ear as she sat.
"You take my breath away."
	"Jamie, you are so sweet. I could almost skip dinner and nibble
on you all night, just for saying that. It was what I needed to
hear."
	Helene insisted on ordering   "I am French, after all!"   and
they ate slowly, talked about her day, very busy and productive,
his day, not busy and maybe productive, and just enjoyed each
others company. 
	After coffee, Helene picked up the bill   "No, No, this is my
treat."   and they walked out into a pleasantly cool evening.
	"Let's walk to my place through the park."
	To James it sounded ideal. She slipped her arm through his and
they walk slowly, sometimes chatting about nothing in particular
and then lapsing into comfortable silence. When they reached
Helene's house, they stopped at the door while she found her keys
and unlocked it. Then she turned and placed a hand on his chest,
holding him back. She raised up on her tip toes and kissed him
full on the mouth, slid her hand down his chest to his groin and
squeezed his cock.
	"Hmmm, what you men would call a 'nice package' and I totally
agree. Come tomorrow morning at 9:30." She gave him a last peck
on the lips and said, "Goodnight." And slipped in the door, shut
and locked it.
	James turned to go home, more confused than ever. And keeping
his hands off his cock tonight could require a straight jacket,
or at least hand cuffs.

-----*-----

	As James approached the door at 9:30 the next morning, he saw an
envelope attached to the door just above the bell. It was
addressed to "Jamie." He tore open the envelope and found a note
and a key.

		Dear Jamie,
		I am so sorry but I was called out very early
this morning and won't be back until sometime
late in the afternoon. Use the key and the house,
the pool is secluded enough for nude sunbathing,
and I'll see you when I get back.
H

	James pocketed the key and reread the note. He decided he needed
some time alone and away from Helene's world. He drove across
town to a coffee shop and sat outside and enjoyed the sun and the
coffee. He completely emptied his mind and focused on the warmth.
Betty always told him that the emptying the mind trick was
something only men could do. "There's hardly anything in there to
begin with so emptying it isn't hard." Maybe he should call
Betty. But Helene had said she wanted him for herself the next
couple of weeks. And so James made up his mind.
	Two hours after he'd left, James was letting himself into
Helene's house. He relocked the door and walked through to the
kitchen. He made a pot of tea and took it out onto the patio and
realized the note had been right. The back yard and pool area
were actually secluded enough to strip and sun or swim. So he
stripped, taking time to fold his clothes, and stretched out on a
lounge and sipped tea. He spent the afternoon sunning and
swimming and just lazing. Betty had been right, he thought, he
had needed some time to just unwind and relax. So he did, all
afternoon. He was almost asleep when he felt a hand on his
cheek.
	"Jamie, you are so beautiful like this, but I don't want you to
burn."
	He shot off the lounge, blushing red under his slight sunburn.
"God, you almost gave me a heat attack." Then realizing he was
nude and she was dressed he dropped his hands to his crotch.
	"Jamie," Helene laughed, "there is no need for modesty. I would
have taken time to undress from my meeting, but you looked like
you might burn. Besides, I wanted to see you and I must say I
like what I've seen so far. Back in a moment." And she walked
back in the house.
	Christ, he though, my heart's still pounding. The tea had gone
cold, but he sipped some anyway. He was zoning out again when he
heard her coming through the kitchen and out onto the patio. He
watched her approach; she wasn't nude, like he was, but wearing a
one piece. A one piece, which on her was more sexually suggestive
than if she had been naked. And he was also struck by how much
she looked like Betty. Not looked like so much as had a similar
body   same build, height and pretty much the same walk.
	"What? Your eyes just went away for a moment, where did you
go?"
	James's mind snapped back to the present. "I was just struck by
how much you look like a good friend of mine."
	"That is not what a woman who might be your 'special woman'
wants to hear. Who is it? That Beatrice friend you told me
about?"
	"Betty, yes. I'm sorry, I misspoke. You don't look alike, but
you "seem" alike, movement that kind of thing. Christ, I'm just
making things worse and I don't mean to. And I was startled at
how devastatingly beautiful you are. You're the first person I've
ever seen make a one piece swimsuit look so exotic and ..." He
trailed off.
	"Jamie, I don't know if you are always this clumsy or not, it is
almost endearing and would become very tiring quickly. But it is
early and we shall forget about it. Come stand before me."
	As James stood in front of her, Helene took out a bottle so
sunburn lotion and squirted some into the palm of her hand.
Rubbing her hands together she said, "I don't want you to burn."
And she slowly started rubbing the cream onto his chest. Her
hands traced the muscles and slowly circled his nipples, lightly
brushing them with the palms. She got more of the lotion and
moved her hands down his chest to his stomach and lower.
	James was having trouble breathing and realized he couldn't move
if he wanted. At her insistence, he turned around and she started
again with his back. Down to his waist, then linger on his
buttocks. Softly she squeezed his cheeks, separating them, and
then squeezing them again. She moved down his legs, first one
then the other, working the lotion into his skin and feeling the
muscles beneath tremble. James was trembling by the time she told
him to turn around again and started working her way up his
legs.
	"We don't want to damage this skin, do we Jamie? Your special
woman wouldn't want to see you burned." She had now touched and
creamed his entire body, except for his cock which was pointed
out from his body, directly at her. With a last squirt of the
lotion, she gently slid her right hand over his cock and cradled
his ball with her left. She lightly massaged both and looked up
into his eyes and said, "Especially here."
	James felt his ball pull up and knew he was going to spurt any
second; and so did Helene. She stopped. "There, you'll be fine
now. We don't want any accidents, do we?"
	Accident hell, thought James. His whole body was trembling with
excitement and frustration. Why tease him? God he wanted her.
Now!
	Helene stood, stepped to him, and took his face in her hands.
Looking deeply into his eyes she said, "Oh Jamie, I want you too!
But you, no we, must wait. When you give yourself totally to your
special woman it must be wholly and completely." And with that
she kissed him, fully and passionately. "Now is not right. I want
to spend some time with you today, but I must work and need to go
out of town late and won't be back until day after tomorrow. Can
you please wait for me?"
	"Yes," James's voice held little conviction. "I'm just a
little..."
	She hushed him with a finger on his lips.
	"Jamie, I told you I want to take my time with this. I need to
make sure that you are ready for your special woman. Do you think
I'm prolonging this for my own enjoyment? No. I assure you it is
only so that this relationship will be total and complete."
	"You have a wonderful body. I wonder if you'd do something. It
might go a long way to preparing you   teaching you what total
giving really means. Except for here," she stroked his cock, "you
have little body hair. Would you shave your hair? If your body
were completely smooth, it would feel so nice."
	"You said I could ask you a question, when will I get to see
your body? I haven't yet and I ..."
	"Are dying to, I know. I must get to work now and you must
leave, but ..." 
	In a swift move she removed her swimsuit. Her breasts were full
and didn't sag. Her nipples were rosy buds and made her mouth
water. As he stared at her, unable to move, he realized her body
was hairless. Smooth as a baby's, except for a little strip of
hair on her pubic mound. He was about to drop to his knees and
attack her with his mouth when she pulled the suit up and smiled
at him.
	"Jamie, you must go home. You must not rush this process. Think
about what I said. Come back day after tomorrow late in the
afternoon and please shave all your body hair. Your special woman
will be so pleased."
	He dressed and turned to go. She walked him out to the front
door and as he started down the walk she said, "Oh, Jamie?"
	He turned, hope in his eyes and stepped back toward the door.
"Yes."
	"Please, remember to include your legs." She smiled at him and
blew him a kiss as she quietly closed the door.

-----*-----

	It was only hours before he was due at Helene's. James had spent
the whole of his "free" day mulling over his situation. What the
hell was he getting himself into? Finally he had taken a very hot
shower and, taking his razor, he had shaved his body. His chest
was practically hair less anyway. He had shaved his armpits and
with some deliberation had tackled his legs. But he hadn't shaved
his crotch.
	"What the hell would Betty say?" he asked his reflection in the
mirror. He could almost hear an answer, "Have you finally lost
your fucking mind? Are you truly that pussywhipped?"  And why was
he worried about Betty? Wasn't Helene his future? Wasn't she his
"special woman?"
	He looked at his reflection again and decided to do his crotch,
but not shave it. He got out his electric trimmer, actually a dog
trimmer for Susan's dog, and started buzzing off the hair around
his cock and balls. The buzzing was giving him an erection. God,
he hoped Helene would accept him tonight. His balls were so blue
they almost hurt all the time. He needed some release and if she
didn't, he'd just take care of it himself tonight.
	Two hours later he was ringing the bell at Helene's house. The
door opened and he was captured again by those green eyes. They
were penetrating his very being.
	"Oh, Jamie, I am so happy to see you. Have you kept your promise
not to cum?" She was leading him into the back of the house. As
he nodded, unable to speak, she said, "I'm so glad. Very soon you
will make the special woman of your life a wonderful present.
Would you like some wine?"
She led him again onto the back deck where he saw a bottle and
two glasses between the deck chairs. She poured the wine and
said, "Let's just sit quietly for a few minutes. I just got home
not long ago and I would like to settle myself a bit."
"Sure," was his weak reply.
They sat quietly as dusk settled around them. He found he was
relaxing. His frustration, so rampant earlier, mostly gone. He
topped up their wine glasses and they sat in silence for maybe an
hour.
"Jamie?" Her voice startled him out of the dreamland he'd
ventured into. "What have you been thinking about?"
"You know, I have absolutely no idea. I know I was thinking, or
guess I was, but just being here in the quiet seems to have been
all I was aware of. Just us and the quiet."
"You know Jamie, you always say just the right thing. Your
special woman will be so happy. Now, I must see if you did what I
asked. Please stand and disrobe for me."
He got to his feet and slowly took off all his clothes. He was
surprised to find he wasn't embarrassed as he had been the other
day. Then he became aware of the slightest of breezes on his
mostly hairless body and his cock leapt to attention. That
embarrassed him.
"Oh Jamie, you did just what you were told. I'm so proud of you.
I want to reward you, but you must control your emotions. Stand
very still."
He stood like a rock, rooted to the deck, as she stood and
reached behind her neck and unclasped the dress she was wearing
and let it drop to the floor. The sight of her took his breath
away. She was naked underneath her dress and beautiful. A picture
of Betty flashed in his mind. Betty in a bikini, at the beach.
There had been an office picnic and Helene's body was a mirror
image of Betty's. Round full breasts riding high on her chest, no
sag at all. Trim flat stomach, gently swelling hips, and long
muscular legs. Her pubic area was completely bald except for a
neat line of hair down the center. He didn't know about Betty's
pubic hair, but the rest ... And he kept all thoughts of Betty to
himself.
"You are breathtaking. I have never seen a more beautiful woman
in my life." He was sure that was the right thing to say and was
rewarded with a heart-melting smile.
"Oh, Jamie."
They stood like that for a moment they she stepped forward and
put a hand on the stubble around his crotch. He wanted to take
her in his arms, but stood stock still.
"Jamie, follow me." She turned and leaving their clothes on the
deck, walked toward the house. James followed her without
question. "We must do something about that stubble."
In the kitchen she stopped and turned to face him, "Give me your
hand." Taking it she let his fingertips lightly touch her bald
pubic region. "Feel how smooth I am? That is because I have
waxed, not shaved. I want you to be this smooth." She dropped his
hand and continued further into the house.
They went upstairs and into one of the bedrooms. It was sparsely
furnished with only a bed, a dresser, a small night table and an
armoire. The floor was carpeted with a thick pile and they were
silent as they walked in. 
"Please sit," she said motioning to the bed as she passed on to
the armoire and opened it. Inside he saw what looked like a crock
pot on a shelf along with some gauze. She reached into the bottom
and took out a bag and returned to the bed.
"Jamie, please lie down. I am going to wax your body, then rub
you with scented oils. But I must do this first."
As he lay back, he saw her remove what could only be restraints
leather cuffs with chains. Without a word she secured him to the
bed. The cuffs had a soft lining and the chains hooked to
something at each corner.  Again without a sound she removed a
leather hood from the bag and approached him.
"Jamie, this hood is for two reasons. First it is to prove your
trust. For you and your special woman that is the most important.
The second is for your pleasure. When you lose your sight all
your other senses are heightened. This will be a most erotic
experience for you, I promise. You might even get to cum." She
smiled at him and he melted. "Maybe."
He raised his head as she started to pull the hood down over his
head. "Jamie, you will be able to hear somewhat, and breathe of
course. Your trust is making me very hot." Her words were
somewhat lost as she buckled the hood in place.
"Jamie, can you hear me?"
"Yes,' was the soft reply.
"I want you to open you mouth, just a bit."
As he did he felt lips on his mouth and he was engulfed in a very
hot kiss. He felt her tongue explore his mouth and silently
cursed his bound hands. He hungrily kissed her back. Then the
lips were gone and he thought her heard a whispery "WOW."
"Jamie, please open your mouth wide for me." When he did, he felt
a ball slipping between his lips. "Jamie don't worry or fight it.
It is only a ball gag. If the waxing hurts, you can bite it and
not hurt yourself." Then all was quiet. For a very long time.
Hands started at his chest and roamed over his entire body. Nails
flicked his nipples and fingertips glided down his torso. One
hand cupped his balls and the other encircled his engorged penis
and gently stroked it. Then the hands slid down his legs,
squeezing his thighs and calves.
"Jamie, I think your special woman is a very lucky woman. You
have a beautiful body. Nice and firm all over. And very hard. And
soon, very, very smooth. I will start with your legs." She
started with his left leg, laying on strips of gauze, working
from ankle to knee.
"You need to relax. I'm going to start putting the hot wax on
now. I think you'll find it not so bad." And with that James felt
an excruciating burning on his leg.
My God, he thought and fought his restraints. He wanted to cry
out. He wanted ... then he felt her hand cupping his balls again.
And he realized that the heat wasn't really that bad and never
had been. His expectation of the heat far exceeded the reality of
it. Then the hands were gone and he felt a gentle kiss on his
chest.
"See Jamie. Take away your sight and everything else works
overtime, even your imagination. The wax has cooled enough." And
having said that he felt her grip one of the strips and quickly
pull it from his leg. Followed by another and another and ... Her
hand slid over the smooth skin and he couldn't believe how
wonderful it felt.
"As soon as we are completely finished, your body will be rubbed
with lotions to help soothe the waxing and moisturize the skin.
Your very special woman will be very happy. You are giving of
yourself so freely and more deeply than you knew you could."
James lost all sense of time. His whole being became lost in the
process of waxing, touching, kissing. His cock stayed hard and
his balls tight against his scrotum. She even had him roll over
so she could do the back of his legs. And then around his ass.
Then on his back again for what was left of his pubic hair. He
felt her lay the strips around the base of his cock and on his
ball sac. Felt the wax and the fiery shock and the cooling and
the removal. Always in silence. His mind in a place he didn't
know even existed; a place he could never describe.
"Jamie, roll over again. I want to start the lotion on your back.
And raise your arms so I can do your arm pits."
As he rolled over, James suddenly realized the cuffs were no
longer attached to the chains which had held him in place on the
bed. And the gag was gone. When had that happened? Then the
sensation of a warm thick creamy lotion was on his back and hands
working the lotion into his skin and his mind left him for that
place again. He was on his back again. Lips on his, hot and
passionate, a gentle hand on his arms holding them in place. The
lotion and massaging on his chest, stomach, ankles, legs, and
finally his groin.
"Jamie, keep your hands where they are. Don't move a muscle.
OK?"
"Yes." His voice croaked and broke, a whisper trapped in the back
of his throat.
And he felt the creamy hands massaging the skin around the base
of his cock, moving to his balls, a fingertip grazing over his
sphincter, and then back to the base of his cock. And then   YES
 he felt hot breath on the head and the tip of a tongue dipping
the drip of precum from it. Velvety lips on the head, slowly
sliding down his entire length. A tongue wrapping around him, his
entire cock buried in that wonderful mouth. Slowly the mouth
pulled back and gave him a kiss on the very tip.
"Oh Jamie." A breathless whisper. "Thank you for not coming yet.
You taste so good."
James just lay on the bed stunned. No drug could have knocked him
this senseless. He wasn't sure he could even breathe. A hand took
his.
"Jamie, come with me. You have another test, I was going to wait,
but I think your very special woman needs you to pass this test
right now." She led him into another room and taking his
shoulders positioned him just so. "Kneel for me Jamie."
James knelt and waited. He thought he heard bedsprings creak, but
wasn't sure. The hood still blocked some of his hearing.
"Jamie, put your hands behind you back. Come forward, yes a
little more. Please don't use your hands. Now make love to me
with your mouth."
He could smell her musky scent and just followed his nose. His
cheek brushed her thigh and his kissed it, nipping the skin
between his teeth. He heard an intake of breath, a sigh. He
followed her thigh heavenward and found the center of his
universe. Or so it seemed.
He took her swollen lips between his teeth and gently pulled.
Then glued his mouth around her mound and sucked her lips into
his mouth, tonguing them, separating them, stroking them. He
pulled back a fraction and ran his tongue upward, opening her
lips, tasting her nectar and in the end finding her clitoris. He
rolled it with his tongue, feeling the shiver in her body. He
guided her clit between his lips, scraping it lightly with his
teeth before sucking it. He remembered the hot mouth on his cock
and wanted to return the favor. He wished he could use his hands
or remove the hood so he could see her face. But he couldn't so
he sucked on her with his whole being.
She started rocking her hips and tightening her thighs on his
head. He took that as encouragement and continued sucking. Then
he stopped. By God he could tease her too. He moved his lips
above her pussy and kissed the silky skin just above, nuzzled his
nose into the little strip of hair, then down her thighs. Her
skin quivered under his lips. He felt hands guiding him back.
Starting at the bottom of her slit, he thrust his tongue into her
and slowly, oh so very slowly, licked his way back to her clit,
tasting her all the way. God, she was so wet and tasted so good.
Then he was back and sucked her clit back into his mouth again.
He realized her clit was bigger and longer than Susan's had been.
He could actually work it with his tongue. It was bigger than any
he had known. Maybe this was why he felt so attracted, it was the
pull of a magic wand, so to speak. And suddenly, hands were on
his head and thighs almost crushed his skull. She was swept by a
mighty climax. He covered her completely with his mouth, tongue
lapping her cum as fast as he could. He began to think she was
going to crush his skull when she let go of him and must have
fallen back on the bed. He slowly continued licking, cleaning her
climax. She rolled away from him and he faintly heard "wait."
After what seemed hours and was probably only minutes he heard
her voice at his shoulder, "Jamie, take off the hood. Wait,
before you do I should tell you that you were incredible. Wait!"
Lips lightly brushed his. "Wait! Alright now, stand and remove
the mask."
He did and blinked, even though the light was low. He turned and
looked into those green eyes. The eyes held him, suspended in
time. Then the spell broke and Helene laughed lightly.
"Mon Dieu, you were absolutely wonderful. Your very special woman
wants you in her life and in her body. That is why we must wait
for just a little while longer. It will be Friday in a few
minutes. I want you to go home. Please do not touch yourself or
make yourself come. I must do some things tomorrow and will send
you information on where to go Saturday. It will be special   a
night of gift and consummation with the very special woman in
your life." She turned those green eyes full force on him again.
"You will do that won't you? You will wait?"
His voice still hoarse he replied, "Of course."
He took his clothes when she handed them to him and noticed that
his underwear was different. He just dressed and was aware of how
the new boxers felt sliding over his now smooth body.
"They are silk. Don't they feel wonderful? I bet they are making
you hard all over again."
"I never stopped being hard, not for the last week anyway."
Helene looked at him, studied him. "Jamie, don't be like that.
All is ready. Saturday is the day, but if you start pouting ..."
"No," he answered quickly, "Not pouting or whining; just a
statement of fact. It wasn't a complaint, just ..."
"You want me to know the extent of your gift to the very special
woman in your life."
"Yes."
"Go now. I must get some sleep and be well rested, and so must
you. I have work to do tomorrow and plans to get into shape. When
you get home, shower, not too hot of water, and rub some lotion
over the areas we waxed."
"May I have some lotion to take with me? I'll buy more
tomorrow."
"Jamie, you have nothing to worry about. There is lotion in your
bathroom and your bedroom." He stared at her; she'd never been to
his place. "Oh, I had someone take some over. They also removed
your old underwear and replaced it with silk garments. Now run
along and remember the lips you felt tonight and the place you
went tonight. You'll hear from me Saturday. Good night Jamie."
James let himself out of the house and quietly walked to his car.
He got in and drove home. All on auto-pilot. All he could hear
was her voice, over and over in his mind, "'remember the lips you
felt tonight and the place you went tonight.'"

-----*-----

	Friday was a trance for James. He showered and rubbed himself
with lotion. He massaged his ball very gently; he couldn't
believe how tender they were. Still, he didn't even consider
relieving the pressure. Then he slept the sleep of the dead. And
slept-in Friday morning.
	When he awoke, he showered and lotioned himself again. He
couldn't get over how sexually charged he felt when he touched
his waxed body. He dressed, Helene was right the silk boxers felt
amazing, and went out for coffee. He took his laptop to the same
coffee shop where he had met Helene and had coffee and surfed the
Net aimlessly, then checked his email. He laughed and deleted all
the spam advertising "penis enhancement drugs" and fake Viagra.
Christ, if someone could bottle Helene they'd make a fortune.
	"Hi James, want a refill?" A willowy co-ed barista named Mandy
was standing in front of him.
	"Yeah, a top-up would be nice." They had circled each other for
a long time, while he was with Susan, but had never acted on
their mutual attraction. As she walked back to get his coffee he
watched her nicely rounded bottom and the sway of her long blonde
hair. But he realized he had no desire for her. That had never
happened.
	She brought his coffee back and leaned over the table to talk.
"Haven't seen you for a while? Been out of town?" Her pale blue
eyes were wide and guileless. And he could see right down her
shirt to her pert pink nipples. He raised his eyes back to hers
maybe they weren't quite so guileless.
	"Nah, I've just been hangin' around the house, and thought I'd
treat myself to a coffee and some lovely company." He realized
his flirting was easy and pointless; he wouldn't react if she
stripped naked and begged him to fuck her right on the table.
	"Sharon said she saw you talking with someone last week and that
you haven't been around since then. Even Betty was in and asked
me if I'd seen you around. She seemed worried that I might be
trying to comfort you about your breakup with Susan."
	"Betty's my oldest friend; we go way back."
	"Maybe you should call her and relieve her anxiety." She
continued the perky nipple display, and then realized it wasn't
going anywhere today. She straightened, "I gotta get back to
work. Call me if you want another refill."
	James turned his mind back to his email. He marched through all
the spam   Nigerian cams, stock tips for energy companies in
China, inquires as to his interest in
meeting/visiting/dating/marrying Russian women, notices of his
new found fortune in various European Lottos, and so on. When he
was finished, he found that he had a total of twelve emails from
Betty. The first was of the "Do you want to hang together?" and
the last almost sounded panicked, "Where the hell are you? Write
back, right now!!!" He felt guilty for ignoring his friend and
causing her to worry. But Helene had asked (told, not asked) him
not to contact her until his very special woman was sure of his
ability to give totally.
	He closed his laptop, grabbed his coffee, and walked home. When
he turned the corner he saw Betty's car in his driveway and his
front door open. He retreated to the corner and walked away. He
was sure he and Helene were that close to the ... what? He wasn't
sure, but he was damn sure gonna find out. He ducked into a
bookstore and lost himself in the aisles.
	Later that afternoon, he peered around the corner and saw that
his driveway was empty and there were no lights in his house. He
opened the door and walked in and through to the kitchen. A note
was propped up on the table. Even in the dim light he found he
could recognize the handwriting as Betty's. Even if he hadn't
known she had been in his house he'd have recognized the
distinctive script.

		Jamie	
		I don't know where you've been keeping yourself
or why you haven't answered my emails, but I
want you to know I'm worried about you. You
are my friend and have always been special to
me. I have to go away for the weekend, but when
I get back, I'm going to find you and we're gonna
have a talk. You need to remember who cares for
you. I'm not taking my cell phone, so don't call.
		Love
		B

	He reread the letter and felt a wave of guilt. But he knew Betty
would understand. He went to his bedroom, stripped, and looked at
his naked smooth body. His erection grew as he watched. He
realized he had been semi-erect all day. He was suddenly very
tired. So he showered and rubbed his body with the lotion. And
gave his cock one very slow stroke, from base to head (quick
squeeze) and back to the base.
	Aloud he said, "I'm saving myself for my very special woman."
And he fell into bed and for the second night   dreamless sleep.

-----*-----

	James lazily awoke Saturday morning about 9:00. He got up,
showered, lotioned his body, gritted his teeth and didn't stroke
his cock, and went down to fix himself breakfast. He realized he
had eaten little for the past week and was starving. Wearing only
his silk boxers, he tied an apron on and fried bacon and eggs. He
had two English muffins with jam and was relaxing when he thought
he heard his mail flap snap shut. Looking at the clock he
realized it was too early for the mail, so he got up and went to
the door. He peeked out the window and saw no one about. Then he
saw the envelope on the floor.
	Picking it up, he went back to the kitchen to open it while he
finished his coffee. Thought he recognized Helene's neat script
he felt no anxiety. He poured more coffee and slit open the
flap.

		Jamie
		Please pack a small bag. All of your silk boxers,
casual slacks and shirts for a week. Two pair of
casual shoes. No socks needed. Then shower and
lotion your body. A car and driver will pick you up
at 11. Today you will join your very special woman.
And I, for one, can't wait.
		Helene

	All pretense of calm was gone. James figured he had forty
minutes before the driver would arrive. But he was showered
(again), lotioned (again), and packed and standing by the front
door ten minutes before the car arrived. Except for the tent in
his khakis caused by his erection, he appeared quite calm.
As the driver approached, James stepped out, set down his bag,
and turned and locked his door. The driver picked up the bag and
said, "This way, sir" and led James to the rear of the car. Not
really a limo, but close.
Settling into the plush leather seats, he waited until the driver
was in and had started out of town before he asked, "Where are we
headed?"
"Not far sir."
Not much of an answer, thought James. But he took a deep breath
and decided it would just have to be an adventure. Soon he was
lulled to sleep and started when the car stopped. He sat up and
looked around.
He saw a nice cottage surrounded on three sides by forest. Beyond
the cottage he could see the ever present haze of the shore. The
driver, already carrying his bag, opened his door.
"We have arrived sir. If you'll follow me." He turned and walked
to the cottage. He opened the door, set James's bag inside, and,
as James approached, reached in his coat and pulled out an
envelope. "This is for you sir." And he walked back to the car
and drove away.
James tapped the envelope on his palm. He turned and stepping off
the porch, circled the cottage. The location was perfect. It was
isolated with a gorgeous view. It probably couldn't be seen from
the beach as it was set back from the overlook. He returned to
the porch, stepped inside and closed the door.
"Honey, I'm home." No answer to his clich. He walked through to
the kitchen, sat and opened the envelope.

Jamie
You must be tired of all these notes. I promise
you this is the last one. Please go upstairs, it is
one big bedroom, and strip. When you see what
is on the bed you'll know what to do. That will
be your greatest gift. You will be joined with
your very special woman.
Helene

Picking up his bag, he climbed the stairs to one wide open room.
The note was right; the entire loft was a bedroom. He avoided
looking at the bed; dropping his bag in the closet, he toured the
room. The bath was interesting   a whirlpool bath and a glass
block shower with at least six showerheads at different heights
and angles. Then there was the deck. It ran the width of the
cottage and overlooked the beach and surf. Floor-to-ceiling
windows on three walls flooded the room with soft light.
He told himself that he'd put it off long enough; he stepped away
from the deck and stripped. He folded his clothes, took a deep
breath and looked at the bed. It was a four-poster standing in
the middle of the room and attached to each post was what looked
like loops of velvet rope. And in the middle lay a leather hood.
It had an opening for his nose and mouth. Beside the hood lay the
ball gag. Again the note was right; he knew exactly what to do.
As he slipped his first foot into the loop, noticed a slide near
the post. If he left it where it was he would end up
spread-eagled, but he would be able to slip his foot out. If he
slid the loop down, it would be the same as the cuff. His
decision. He slipped his other foot into the other loop and
reached out and brought the slides down to his ankles. He lay
back and checked out the loops for his hands and found more
slides. He reached them and slide them as far as he could, so
that he could still slip his hands into the loops before he
finished bringing the slides down tight.
Sitting up, he took the mask and placed it on his head. He
secured it in place and opened his mouth for the ball gag. It was
a bit harder to fasten, but when he had, James lay back, found
the loops and secured his hands by bringing the slides down to
his wrists. It was then that he thought to try to release them.
Ooops! No can do. He was here, maybe, forever.
If he felt any fear, it certainly didn't seem to affect his cock.
It may have been harder than at any time in his life. He waited.
He though he could almost hear waves on the beach, but probably
couldn't. Must be his imagination. It seemed he was waiting for
an eternity. Then he realized he'd drifted to that place where
there was no time. What had brought him back?
He heard a car door slam. He must have heard the car drive up.
Then he heard the click of high heels downstairs. She was walking
through the cottage. Helene, his tonight. Then he thought, 'No!
My Very Special Woman.' Then the clicking came up the stairs.
She never spoke. He thought he heard (dreamed) the whisper of a
zipper. He jolted where lips touched his and a tongue snaked its
way around the ball gag in his mouth. Suddenly his heart was
pounding. A hand touched his chest, a fingernail drug slowly
across his nipple. A hand cradled his balls and the other held
his cock, not moving, just holding it like a prize.
He wanted to cry out, to pump his loins, but he lay perfectly
still. A hot moist mouth swallowed his cock in one fluid motion;
and just as quickly pulled back to be replaced by the hand again.
Some fumbling and something was tight around the base of his
cock. A cockring! Now his cock wouldn't go down, it might even
get harder. But he couldn't come either. He though he might have
whimpered.
She had moved away and James was left with his thoughts again. He
could feel his cock swelling; it must be because it had never
felt so ...
The hands were back, rubbing his body with oil. The oil made his
skin feel warm and tingly. The massage started on his chest;
hands and fingers squeezing and gliding over his muscles.
Fingertips softly circling his nipples. First his right nipple
was pinched, and then the left. Slight tugs. The hands moved down
his stomach. Then his body jumped as if hit with a jolt of
electricity   his right nipple was sucked in a hot mouth and
scraped between teeth as the mouth pulled away. The left nipple
received the same treatment and his body reacted the same. He
could almost hear the smile on her lips.
Her hands were back with more oil and focused on his hairless
pubic region. Squeezing the mound at the base of his cock,
massaging his balls, a fingertip slipped into his ass, and then
both hands working his cock. Stroke after agonizing stroke.
Slowly working his cock. He thought his balls would explode. Then
nothing   she was gone.
He wanted to thrash back and forth. The frustration was killing
him; under the mask he could feel tears leaking from his eyes.
Suddenly the ball gag was released and a finger was on his lips.
The message was clear   say nothing. He felt her get on the bed
and move around. Then he caught her scent.
Opening his mouth, he extended his tongue and found her outer
lips as she lowered herself onto his mouth. He parted them and
savored the heavenly taste of her very essence. As she slowly
rocked her hips back and forth, his tongue licked and separated,
delved and caressed. With his tongue buried in her as deeply as
he could, he closed his lips around her and sucked her into his
mouth. As he started to bite at her lips, he felt her weight
shift and her clitoris virtually popped in his mouth. At that
same moment he felt as though all the air in his lungs was sucked
from his body.
Her mouth closed around the head of his cock and slowly,
teasingly, slide down the length of his cock. Her tongue worked
him as she sank his cock into her throat. Soon only her tongue
was working him and his brain snapped and he sucked on her clit
as if his very being depended on it. She trembled. Her hips
twitched faster and faster, in time to his sucking. Yet through
it all, her mouth stayed wrapped around his cock.
Then she came. There was a cry and she sat bolt upright on him;
her cum flooding his mouth. His cock was forgotten by both. He
tried to hold onto her clit with his teeth while sucking her
juices; then gave up. He just sucked her entire pussy into his
mouth and jammed his tongue into her, licking and sucking out
every last drop. He felt her collapse onto his body and they both
just lay still, gasping for air.
She recovered first. Her tongue skated across his waxed pubic
area, circling around the base of his cock. Occasionally her
cheek brushed against it and it would jump. He tried to return
the caress, his tongue flicking her clit as it traveled the
length of her slit. But she lifted her body off his face; he
could still smell her scent and feel the heat of her sex on his
face, but couldn't reach her.
She shifted her body to the side and brought her mouth around his
cock so she had access to his balls. Her mouth moved slowly over
and around his sac; she took one ball, then the other and finally
both balls into her mouth and sucked. An involuntary moan escaped
his lips. She smiled around the mouthful of his balls. She knew
without a doubt, he was hers.
He felt her release his balls and shift until she was straddling
him; his cock in her hand. She was teasing him he knew. Slowly
sliding the head back and forth along her slit. He could hear her
breath catch every time his cock head bumped her clit. Finally
she stopped, the cock head just barely inside her. He held his
breath and she lowered herself down onto his cock in one motion.
God, it was ecstasy for both of them. They remained perfectly
still. The she squeezed him, and relaxed. Squeeze and relax.
Squeeze and relax. Squeeze and relax. She brought him to the edge
using just her muscles. Squeeze and relax. Squeeze and relax.
Finally she sat very still with his cock buried in her.
She started to slowly rock her hips   back and forth, back and
forth, back and forth. He held perfectly still, afraid that if he
moved he'd blow   cockring or no. She started to lift and settle,
all the while continuing that slow rocking. He joined in, rocking
his hips. A thrusting movement time with her lift and drop.
James was stunned at how perfectly their rhythm together was. And
with sudden clarity he knew that this was his Very Special Woman
and he was hers forever. He wanted to raise up and kiss her and
hold her and look into her eyes. As if in answer to his thought,
she leaned forward. Her erect nipples were dancing over his
chest. Her breath warm on his face. And always the rocking,
lifting and thrusting   their perfect rhythm.
"I'm going to remove the hood." Her voice was a husky whisper
through the leather of the hood. "Keep your eyes closed, until
you know it is the right time to open them."
James nodded his understanding. The hood came off. She rose back
up, keeping the rhythm going, her hands on his chest for support.
Somewhere in his mind James understood this was infinity. And
suddenly the pace changed.
He felt the tremor in her whole body. He was still thrusting, but
she was only rocking back and forth, rubbing her clit against his
public bone. Their breath was coming faster and faster. Both were
panting when she reached between them and snapped off the
cockring. He raised his hips to her and she ground against him,
her whole body trembling.
"MY GOD YES!" Her scream released him and his cock exploded into
her. A week of abstinence flooded her as her orgasm flushed
through her whole being.
"Oh Jamie," she gasped as he opened his eyes and looked into her
pools of melted dark chocolate. "I've wanted you for so long."
James could only marvel at how completely he loved Betty right
now and probably always had.

-----*-----

	"I wanted you to hold me, but your cock wouldn't go down and I
couldn't concentrate of getting your hands free." Betty was lying
back on a pile of pillows, bathed in the morning light coming
through the open French doors. "I wanted to feel your hands on my
body, on my breasts, holding my face ..."
	"And that is exactly what I did when you released me. I held
your face in my hands and cried. I had no idea what love was
before that moment." He handed her a coffee and taking his as he
slipped into bed beside her. "But now that I know my heart won't
burst, I have a question."
	"Why Helene?"
	"Yeah, what was that all about?"
	"Jamie, I've loved you from the moment we met. But I knew you
didn't love me, not the same way. I watched you fall in and out
of love, nursed your broken hearts, and tried to be your friend.
Susan was the last straw. I saw that coming apart even before
Susan knew. Then I met Helene at that conference I went to in
Dallas. She was at another conference at the same hotel."
	"That was over a year ago!"
	"Duh. How many times have I told you, you had your head up your
ass? All your life. Anyway she told me what she did and one thing
led to another and a plot was hatched. We only had to wait for
Susan to dump you. That would have been sooner if you hadn't been
so blind."
	"I think I should be offended."
	"Come on. Anyway, the party was Helene's idea. It took me half
the night to maneuver you over to the bar alone so she could size
you up and decide if she could 'work her magic.' Do you remember
the phone call? That was me and we made the deal at that moment.
We put it off for a couple of weeks to build the mystique and
..."
	"And here we are." He leaned over and took her nipple in his
mouth and she set her coffee cup on the nightstand. He breathed
in deeply of her scent. "And God I want more." And slid his mouth
down her body. She grabbed his hair.
	"I haven't showered yet."
	His "I don't care" reply was muffled as he ran his tongue the
length of her slit and locked his lips around her clit.
	"Ohhhhhhhh!" was all she could say.

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