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Bloomers
a Story by Varkel

Spring, 2007



"Sean McLief," said the very blond and remarkably pretty young man on 
the second row, raising his hand as directed.

On the first day of the new school year, Associate Professor Jenny 
Towley, age 39, was surveying the freshmen in her American Lit 101 
class.  She had already noted this new student and awaited his response
with more than ordinary interest.  She checked his name off the list but
into that portion of the mind marked "Keep Handy."

She didn't talk with the boy personally until a few days later when he 
stopped her after class.  "Professor Towley," he said, "I'm Sean 
McLief."

"Yes, I know."

He blinked and smiled as if surprised.  "You do?"

"I've been waiting for you."

"You have?"  He blinked even more.

"You seem very young," she remarked.  "I expected you to need help with
this assignment."

He said defensively, "I'm seventeen, Professor Towley.  I skipped a 
grade in middle school."

He appeared to be younger than that: tall and well filled out but still
boyish.

She was surprised at her fascination with this boy, certain that sexual
attraction could not be a component.  She had never felt a sexual 
stirring, much less with a sexual partner.  Were she religious, she 
would have become a nun years earlier.  She decided that it was 
esthetics; he was simply pretty, though hardly a paradigm of 
masculinity.

"Report on something by Saul Below," she said, "perhaps his short story
_Seize the Day_.  It's about the relationship between a man and his 
father.  Write what you think about it."

"I've never had a father, Professor Towley."

"You weren't plucked from a tree, Sean."

"I never knew him.  Mom got knocked up in high school.  I was raised by
my grandma."

"I see.  Well, for this assignment imagine you have a dad who annoys 
you."

"I'll try, Professor Towley.  I'll come up with something."

Jenny gazed at his rosy cheeks that had never felt a razor.  He 
possessed a delightful mouth, and his blue eyes were piercing.  He was 
so thoroughly blonde!

"What do you read for pleasure, Sean?"

Unaccountably he blushed, his pale skin flooding crimson.  She felt a 
reaction in her chest.

He finally produced a weak, deprecating laugh.  "I don't notice the 
authors' names."

"You should for your own benefit.  Few authors are content with one book
published.  If you like one, you could seek out his others."

He said as if in surprise, "That's true!"

She sniffed.  "You're putting me on, of course.  What else do you do?"

"I like video games but the dorm doesn't allow my Playstation."

"You didn't skip a grade with video games."

"N-no."

His eyes reminded her of a scolded dog's.  "Look," she said with a 
throw-away gesture, "this assignment helps you learn format and content
requirements.  Report on some book you like."

"Yes, ma'am."  His eyes sparkled.  "I do remember one: _Lady 
Chatterley's Lover_."

She chuckled.  "Well, I did say, 'some book you like.'  But this isn't 
high school, you know.  Your report is due tomorrow."

He looked stricken.  "I'd better get on it."

"Call on me any time, Sean," she said as he turned away.  "I'm here to 
help."  She watched him leave the classroom, squeezing her labia by 
tightening her thighs.  That was moisture between her legs!  Was she 
becoming incontinent?


* * *


Sean McLief began staying after class frequently to talk with Jenny.  
She found herself looking forward to the encounters, though her crotch 
felt moist after each.  He wanted to talk of literary themes and 
techniques, demonstrating that he was learning.  He was an untypical 
student.

She noticed that his forearms were virtually hairless, although his 
stature was almost fully adult.  She came to realize that this boy 
stirred her in a way beyond her experience, a way she was reluctant to 
name.

"I'm almost forty!" she exclaimed aloud to herself one evening in her 
house.  "How could I let a mere lad get to me like this?"

Jenny, a highly educated woman with a Ph.D. from the University of 
Chicago, was very well read in theoretical sex.  That topic suffused the
novels and stories that she taught and wrote about.  Until Sean she had
never felt a stirring or wetness between her legs.  She took pride in 
that and regarded herself as a superior creature not given to animal 
urges.

But Sean had changed her.  She couldn't get him out of her mind.

"What's it like living in a dorm?" she asked him one day.

"It's loud," he said.  "The guys are sometimes gross."

"It must be very distracting, Sean.  I suppose you flee to the library 
to read."

"The library is quieter, Professor Towley, but it's so ...  I don't know
how to describe it."

"Austere?"

"Yeah.  That's a good word.  I've never used it."  He grinned boyishly.

"You're young.  As many words remain for you to use as things to do."

"I guess that's true."  His eyes dropped but quickly rose.  "I'd sure 
love to do some of them."

Suddenly she was short of breath.  "What ... what would you love to do,
Sean?"

"Oh, some things."  He blushed slightly.

She reached a decision.  "You could read at my house, Sean.  It's warm 
there and it smells nice."

"Really?  I do need to get away from the dorm.  The guys are all right 
but I miss home."

"I'm sure you do.  I live just off campus."

Jenny jotted her address on a three-by-five card.  Her hand trembled 
while she wrote.

"This is so nice of you, Professor Towley.  I'm certain to improve."

"I hope so."  She smiled.  "You will find fewer distractions, I'm sure."

"When may I come?"

"How about this evening?"


* * *


Having never done so, Jenny did not masturbate.  But after a dinner 
sandwich she lay naked on her bed and absently caressed her abundant 
breasts.  When the door bell sounded, she suddenly became wet.

She greeted Sean wearing only a bathrobe over her nakedness.

"Is it all right?" he asked, nervously, eyes on her cleavage between the
robe's long collar pieces.

"Yes, Sean.  You're right on time.  Come on in."

Sean dropped his book bag next to the couch and sat at that end.  Jenny
did not dare to sit beside him.

"Do you want a Coke?" she asked.

"Yes, please," he answered with an innocent smile.

Jenny, conflicted, wanted to kiss the pretty face, but then what would 
she do for an encore?  She went into the kitchen and returned with a can
of pop.  He accepted it and drank thirstily.  She took a seat facing him
and crossed her shapely legs, knees superimposed in the feminine manner,
careful to keep the robe closed above them.

Over his pop can Sean asked, "Did you ask me here because you think I 
need to study?"

She licked dry lips.  "Not really.  Presently you have a 3.7, you know.
I just want you to maintain it."

"I think I will, with this kind of help."  He waved at the tastefully 
furnished room.

"Does my den please you?"

She watched his eyes linger on a large Botticelli print of nudes 
cavorting in their bath.  "Oh, yeah!" he agreed.  She smiled secretly.

With a start he snatched up his book bag.  "I have a couple textbooks."

She nodded.  "Think of my den as a less austere library."

"O_kay_!"

For the next two hours Sean read his textbooks while Jenny frequently 
glanced at him from her chair.  She studied his pretty face, focused on
his hairless forearms and to her amazement wondered about the size of 
his penis.

After he left, having been assured of a future welcome, Jenny took to 
her bed and masturbated for the first time in her life.  She screamed 
without inhibition at climax, thinking she might pass out.

She fantasized about Sean constantly.  It was like an addiction.  During
class the next day, she had to force herself not to stare at him, 
because others would certainly notice.  He stayed after class.

"Let me thank you again for last night, Professor Towley.  I finished 
the Dreiser there.  I'm sure my report was a lot deeper than usual."

"I'll let you know.  You said you miss home.  Your grandma's cooking, 
maybe?"

"Yeah, the food here at school sucks!"

"I'm a rather good cook, Sean.  Would like to come earlier tonight and 
join me for supper?"

"Do you mean it, Dr. Towley?  That sounds great!"

"Come around five," she said.  "We'll have a long chat."

After returning home, Jenny took off her prim attire and dressed in her
scantiest sleeveless halter and shorts, exposing herself not for the 
heat of mid September but to entice the pretty boy.  Though aware of her
motive, she carefully did not examine it.

Sean arrived on time, also wearing shorts.  He was distant and nervous,
having pondered the unusual invitation.  That Dr. Towley, a respected 
professor, so much older than he, might care about him was dismissed as
preposterous.

"I see we're both dressed for the weather," she said at the door.

They tried not to stare at each other's smooth, sexy thighs, but she 
smiled as he ogled breasts that bulged beneath her halter.

He sniffed appreciatively.  "Sure smells good in here!"

"It's a meaty casserole I think you'll love."

"'Meaty!'" he repeated with a look close to a leer.

"Definitely meaty."

This time she sat beside him on the couch and tilted her head curiously.
"I remember your first report was on _Lady Chatterley's Lover_.  That's
not a recent book, Sean.  How did you come across it?"

"On grandma's bookshelf."

"Truly?"

"It was grandpa's.  Grandma called it a dirty book that she never 
opened."

Jenny grinned.  "Perhaps it was.  Did the Anglo-Saxon words shock you?"

He chuckled.  "Indirectly.  I went to ask Grandma what they meant and 
she slapped me."

"Really!"  She chuckled.  "How old were you?"

"Nine or ten."

"How could you understand it at that age?  Ah.  You read it again, 
didn't you."

"Several times."

"It showed.  I gave you an A on your report."

"Yes, ma'am.  Thank you."

She leaned back.  "That novel concerned the sexual arrangements of 
mature and experienced people.  They knew what to expect.  Lawrence had
a deft touch, don't you think?"

They soon segued into more general erotica.  She asked, "Did you read 
Nabokov's _Lolita_?"

"Um.  Yeah."

"A forty-ish man and a girl of ... about fourteen, as I recall.  How did
you regard that combination of immaturity and age?"

He grinned.  "I could identify with the stud better than the fox."

She nodded.  "So could Nabokov.  I always thought the girl was a 
cipher."

"She had what it takes."

"Oh, we all have that!"

"Yes, ma'am!" he agreed enthusiastically and blushed.

She took a breath and stood up.  "You forgot your bookbag."

"It's Friday."

"So it is.  Why don't you look over my bookcase while I go check on the
food?"

* * *

He ate hesitantly, minding his manners, complimenting her often on the 
food.  Together they almost finished the casserole.  Satisfied, they 
returned to the den, leaving table and kitchen in disorder.

"Sean," she asked, sitting beside him on the couch, "do you have a girl
friend?"

"Not really," he answered.

"Why not -- you're such an attractive young man?"

"I am?"  He blinked and smiled.  "Thank you.  I think the girls want 
beefier guys."

She raised her chin disdainfully.  "Girls!  They don't really know what
they want.  Perhaps you set your sights too low."

"Too _low_?"

"In terms of maturity.  Do you know what Goldie Hawn, Mary Tyler Moore,
Susan Sarandon and Elizabeth Taylor have in common -- beside being 
actresses?"

"Um.  They're all older women?"

She studied him thoughtfully.  "You've heard of Susan Sarandon at 
least?"

"Um.  I'm not sure."

"Those famous women all prefer much younger men -- and vice versa."

"They do?"

"My point is, some young guys get tired of self-centered bimbos and 
choose tender and attentive women with some maturity."

"Wow, I guess they would!"

He seemed sincerely enthusiastic.  She took a deep breath, which also 
lifted her impressive bosom.  "Have you ever felt a woman's breast, 
Sean?"

His face reddened and he shook his head.

"Not even as a baby?"

He looked away.  "I'm told I drank from a bottle."

"That's a shame, Sean.  According to the authorities, men of all ages 
love the female breast."

"I ... I guess they do."

"Do you love them, Sean?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am!"

"Then it's terrible that you've never known one, isn't it?"

"I'm used to it, I guess.  That is, I mean ..."

"If you had the chance, would you feel one?"

"If I had ...  Oh, god!"

She caught his wrist and pressed that hand to her nearer breast.  His 
eyes widened in a shocked, almost frightened expression.

"It's all right," she said hoarsely.  "We're friends.  Squeeze it 
gently."

The boy smiled weakly and fondled the considerable flesh yielding 
beneath the scant blouse.  Unweighted by motherhood, it was still firm 
and high even though tonight she wore no brassiere.

"It's so soft!" he exclaimed.

Still holding his wrist, she leaned forward and slipped his hand under 
the loose cloth over the other breast.  He gasped and trembled.

"Would you like to see them?" she asked.

"God yes, Dr. Towley!"

"Call me Jenny when we're alone."

She shrugged out of her halter, exposing both generous breasts, full 
fleshed and laced with faint blue veins, capped with lumpy small 
nipples.

The excited boy fell upon them with both hands but hesitated, regarding
her with apprehension.

"They're not fragile," she said encouragingly and smiled as his hands 
dug deeper.

She pulled his head to her chest.  "Suck on them."

She sighed and leaned back, closing her eyes.  "Oh, baby!" she murmured
in delight.

For the next fifteen minutes Sean suckled and kneaded the soft flesh.  
His mouth left her body only when she asked, "Do you like them, Sean?"

"Oh, god, Dr. -- ah, Jenny!  They're wonderful!"

She was pleased at his devotion, but what was next?  She checked the 
front of his shorts, wondering if the apparent tenting was what it 
seemed.  Repressing a nervous chuckle, she recalled the famous Mae West
line, "Is that pistol in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?"

The mouth working her hard nipple was soaking her panties.  She took a 
breath.  "We can do more than this, Sean."

"We can?"

"Oh, I think so.  We could ... undress."

"B-both of us?"

"May I undress you, Sean?  I want to discover your body."

She bent her head and kissed his lips, a brief, prim buss, and returned
his shoulders to the couch back.  He lay passively, which suited Jenny,
now increasingly driven by curiosity.

Though inexperienced with male clothing, she opened his belt readily, 
but was surprised when the short pants still hugged his hips.  Oh, yes,
the zipper!  It sang briefly and his jockey shorts were revealed, 
definitely tented.  Removing his shoes diverted her momentarily.  He 
lifted his feet from the carpet long enough for his short pants to pass
over them.  He was a hairless blonde, even on his calves.  His thighs 
were smooth.  She took a deep breath.

She murmured with an element of surprise, "You get me excited, Sean," 
adding under her breath, "for the first time!"  Aloud she said, "Raise 
your arms."

She removed his T-shirt to reveal a hairless but nevertheless masculine
chest.  "How nice!" she murmured indulgently.

Now he was naked except for the jockey shorts.  Biting her lip she 
pulled them down.  An adult circumcised penis sprang forth, hardly two 
feet from her face.  She smelled the gymnasium odor that had always 
interested her.  Saliva filled her mouth.

Until recently she had never thought about the mechanics of sex.  She 
was unsure how to begin with the naked boy, though she had perused 
treatises on every form of sex.

The engorged organ beckoned.  Surmising that attention to the penis 
could not be far amiss, she sank to her knees between his hairless legs.
Her trembling hand enclosed it lightly.  To her surprise it felt like 
flesh over a bone, like a miniature forearm.  She lowered her mouth 
toward it.  The odor tightened her belly.  She looked up at the boy.  He
stared back, chin dangling, a wet tongue curling on his bottom teeth, 
seemingly holding his breath.

Taking a deep breath of her own, she fitted her lips around the swollen
knob and sucked it into her mouth.  He stiffened and gasped audibly.  
The knob pulsed larger in her mouth.  Releasing her suction, she let it
escape but then sucked it deeper, now taking half the shaft.  The skin 
behind the knob slipped freely inside tight lips.  How interesting!  She
warmed to her task, head bobbing, sucking the bulbous knob in and 
letting it slip out, rubbing it atop her tongue.

He gulped noisily.  Her eyes flicked up to his face, now contorted into
a grimace.  He grasped her head with both hands and emitted a shrill 
cry.  Suddenly her mouth was full of a cool, curiously tasteless liquid.
She almost gagged as he spewed into the back of her throat.  After three
such squirts his palms on her cheeks pushed her head back while he 
shuddered powerfully.  The twitching organ dribbled on the edge of her 
velvet couch.

She had inadvertently swallowed at least half the ejaculate.  She spat 
the remainder into a cupped hand and rose to her feet.  "Let's go into 
the bedroom."

"I can't stay long," the sated boy responded, looking away.

"This won't take long.  You can return the favor."

He lay on her bed watching as she kicked off her shorts and panties that
were indeed soaked in the crotch.  The sight of her bouncing breasts and
neat Mohawk trim restored his erection.

She flopped on the mattress and pulled him above her.  Looking up into 
blue eyes and pretty face, she guided the hard penis with a hand between
them.  At the moment it touched her both sets of hips thrust together.
She felt an awful pain as he ripped her, but the sense of fulfillment 
was more important, prompting her to caress the back of her young 
lover's head.  Succeeding thrusts also hurt her, though not so sharply.
She soon realized there would be no orgasm.  She pulled his head down 
and kissed his check, remembering that a man's second time was said to 
be slow.

"Sean, can you wait to finish?"

Stilling his hips, he raised his head and blinked.  "You want to quit?"

"Yes, please."  She forced a grin.  "But you're wonderful!"

"Oh.  Okay, Jenny."  He smiled proudly and backed away to a sitting 
position.  "Was it good for you?"

"Oh, yes!  But I remembered: you can't stay long."

"Oh.  Well, ah, what I meant was --"

"No, no!"  She threw a leg over him, caught his hand, tugged him off the
bed behind her and threw the sheet up over the bloody stain.  Smiling, 
she added, "I realized I mustn't be greedy, Sean.  I want you to come 
back often."

"Oh, I _will_, Jenny.  I love you."

"That's so sweet."

They kissed lingeringly, but when they parted she hurried him into his 
clothing and out into the night.  If he noticed the blood stains on his
member, he said nothing.

She went directly to the master bath, equipped with a ring of dressing 
table lights around its mirror, and studied the damage while propping 
one foot on the table.  The wound oozed watery blood and stung when she
inserted two fingers.  They penetrated to the knuckles, amazing her, 
which she found wryly amusing.  In rich irony she said aloud, "Welcome 
to womanhood, you dirty old cradle-snatcher."

According to some of her books, the man, having conquered, having 
destroyed the maidenhead, rode off in search of other flowers to pluck.
She sniffed, confident of seeing Sean on Wednesday when his class met 
again.

* * *

Many novels mention that newly deflowered females "walk funny."  Now she
understood it.  Experimenting with her medicine cabinet revealed one 
cream, applied to a sanitary napkin, which eased the pain of exertion.
The books said it would last only a few days.

The next day was Saturday.  In mid afternoon Sean rang her doorbell.  
For some reason his stringy hair, drooping shorts, oversize tennis shoes
and floating shirttails had lost every crumb of their boyish 
attractiveness.

"What brings you here," she asked, "as if I didn't know?"

"Oh god, Jenny, I can't stand it!"

The slim boy advanced on her as if his entry was assured, but she did 
not retreat.  "You'll have to stand it, just as I will."

He stopped one step below her.  "Wh-what do you mean?"

He actually exhibited a bulge in his shorts.  Despite her initial 
reaction of distaste, she recognized a further use for this malleable 
youth.  His next class with her was Wednesday, by which time the pain 
might be gone.  She glanced at her wristwatch ostentatiously.  "I'm 
going away for the weekend and will be very busy for the next few days.
I'll see you in class Wednesday."

His eyes widened in horror.  "Jenny!  Please!  I can't stand it."

"I'm sorry, Sean.  You know how to relieve yourself, don't you?"

"You, you mean jerk off?"

She smiled widely.  "Unless your backbone is extremely flexible.  We'll
talk further on Wednesday."

She closed the door on his sputtering.  Half an hour later she backed 
her car out of the garage and drove to a motel.


* * *


He glowered at her throughout Wednesday's lecture and was waiting 
sullenly, lower lip protruding, outside her office as she approached.  
Happily aware that walking no longer stung her tender flesh, she ignored
his uncooperative expression.

Smiling, she demanded in a low voice, "How about supper at my place?"

His face lit up and his body straightened.  "Oh, wow!"

"Be there at six o'clock."

"Okay, Jen--  Yes, ma'am."


* * *


In anticipation of the need she had driven her car to school.  He was 
waiting on her stoop when she arrived shortly before six.  He stood up 
but only watched as she parked in the garage.  Two minutes later she 
unlocked, stood back in robe and slippers for him to enter and took him
into her arms as her heel closed the door.  After a slobbery kiss she 
pulled away and leered at him.

"Did you miss me?"

"Oh god, Jenny!"

She chuckled.  "I guess that's a yes.  Come on back before supper gets 
colder."

"Colder?"

He followed her into the kitchen and found a large boxed pizza sitting 
on the dinette table between two place settings.

She pointed at the box.  "I didn't know your preference so I only 
ordered extra cheese.  Sit down and get started.  Will you drink beer or
coke?"

"The s-same as you."

By the time she poured two pilsner glasses and took her own seat, he had
finished the first slice and begun the second.

After chewing her first bite, she smiled at him.  "I like carry-out 
pizza.  It's the perfect temperature for eating, don't you think?"

"Uh-_huh_!" he replied enthusiastically, adding despite his mouthful of
food, "What did you mean about a flexible backbone?"

"I apologize for that, Sean."  She smiled.  "Departures always turn me 
off.  I take it you like cheese pizza?"

"It's great!"  He verified the claim by consuming six slices while she 
ate two.

She pushed back her chair, stood up from the table and shrugged out of 
her robe.  "Take off your clothes."

His eyes widened hugely.  "Okay!" he agreed, also standing up, attention
fixed on her torso.  "Oh, god, Jenny, I love you!"  When he had stripped
off the last garment, he straightened for her inspection.

She chuckled throatily.  "I see you did miss me."

"Oh, god, Jenny!" he repeated with a sigh but added, "I still haven't 
figured out what you meant about my backbone."

"Have you never heard of autofellatio?"

"Of _what_?  You mean sucking my own cock?"

"Of course."

His mouth fell open crookedly.  "Is that possible?"

"Some say so.  Do a search on the web.  Now let's take a shower 
together."  She snickered.  "And I'll show you again how it would feel 
if you could."

Under the warm water his hands roamed over her breasts and belly, with 
and without benefit of soap.  To prove her recovery she put three 
fingers into herself before giving him similar access.  After a 
perfunctory touch his hand returned to her breast.  She caught it and 
returned it to her crotch, asking after a moment, "Feel that?"

"What?"

"Stoop down and look."

He blinked but sank to his heels.  Her body shielded him from the shower
water.  She parted her labia.  A thick stream, pale from the beer, 
splashed his chest.

His eyes widened.  "You're pissing on me!"

"You didn't have a sister.  Aren't you interested in the female way?"

"Oh, god, Jenny!"

He bent close enough for the spray to touch his chin.  "Wow, that's 
awesome!"

She chuckled throatily.  In three novels she had read of young men's 
fascination with female waterworks.  Her fictional men drank from the 
flow.  She decided against suggesting it because of unreadiness to 
return the favor.

After helping him stand she pumped his penis briefly with soapy fingers.
When he began to shudder, she desisted, hopeful of again tasting his 
juice.  She stroked his back, shoulders and chest, liking the play of 
muscle under her hands.

They dried each other.  He shuddered again when the towel touched his 
manhood.

"Are you near to climaxing, Sean?"

"Oh, god, Jenny!"

She sniffed.  "Didn't you masturbate?"

"It didn't really help."

"Come on into the bedroom."

She turned her padded chair sideways to the dresser mirror and pushed 
him into it.  After throwing pillows on the floor before him, she sank 
to her knees and took him in hand.  Squeezing the organ gently, she 
chuckled at his slack-jawed expression.  "You do look ready, Sean."

"Oh, god, Jenny!  It's so hard it hurts."

"Think of me as your safety valve."

With eyes cut around to observe her reflection she closed her lips 
around the shaft and sucked the knob into the back of her throat.  It 
discharged immediately in a powerful squirt.  The pressure on her uvula
gagged her but she suppressed the upheaval by sheer willpower and 
retained the organ, letting her cheeks balloon around the subsequent 
spew, holding her breath and accumulating the fluid.

The young man sagged limply into the chair.  She grasped his hips and 
prevented a withdrawal.  Further suction produced a weak dribble.  
Silent until then, he groaned, shuddered strongly and cried out, "Oh 
god, oh god!"

Backing away to the nearby corner of the bed, she swirled her mouthful,
registering its faintly musky taste.  His hand enclosed his organ 
protectively but his eyes fixed on her working mouth.  "Did you ... did
you ..."

She opened wide and let him see his white effluent.  His eyes widened.
With a nasal chuckle she put her lips together and blew him a bubble 
before ostentatiously swallowing and thrusting out a clean tongue.

"Good god, Jenny!  I love you."

She laughed.  "Prove it."

He blinked.  "How?"

She scooted backwards until she lay fully atop the bed, knees drawn up.

He stood, looking down at her speculatively.  "You want to ... fuck?"

"I want you to lick me."

He hesitated.  "Are, are you sure?"

"Not squeamish, are you, Sean?"

"N-no."  He approached, bending towards her cautiously.

With a giggle she rose up, caught his head in both hands and fell 
backwards, pulling his mouth into her groin.  She ground his face side 
to side and up and down.  "Now lick me, damn you!  You know it's clean."

He finally put out his tongue and found her clitoris.  She found that 
forcing his attention stimulated her even more than a penis in her 
mouth.  She giggled with the rising pleasure.  He reacted to that and 
her tossing hips by licking faster and firmer.  She soon reached a 
climax of unbearable sweetness and pushed him away with a peal of 
laughter.

Wiping his mouth, he asked with a grin, "What's so funny?"

"Happy ... not funny."  She gasped breathlessly.  "Come on up."

"I like your giggle.  You mean you want to fuck now?"

"Oh boy, do I ever!"

He crawled atop her.  Again the books were right: if his organ had 
flagged at climax, it was now turgid as ever.  It slipped into her 
easily.  A new, more internal pleasure swelled in her belly.  She caught
his butt cheeks and urged him to slide forward and backward, reveling in
the intermittent contact between his pubic pad and her highly sensitized
clitoris.  She began to giggle again.

He giggled also, letting his chest down upon hers, hands slipping around
her arms to cup her butt cheeks in mimicry.  He kissed her neck.  The 
vaginal odor on his breath stimulated her to another climax, beginning a
series.  She giggled and laughed helplessly.  Her vision darkened.  
Muscles tightened in the fiercest orgasm of her life.  She could see 
only colorful pinpoints of light.


* * *


Thereafter Sean pestered her for sex every day.  At first she welcomed 
him, enjoying his beauty and a physical pleasure more powerful than she
could have imagined.  Once she even let him spend the night, but as she
grew sated his callow youthfulness became insufferable.  Aside from sex
novels and video games he had no conversation.  His attraction for her 
was exactly as deep as the length of his erect cock.  When not in bed, 
he was boring, and even there he exhibited a bourgeois antipathy to 
experimentation.

She also worried about being found out.  Two weeks into the affair, 
Jenny decided to end it.

"We can't continue, Sean.  It's too dangerous," she told him in her 
office.  "I could lose my job."

He blinked.  Apparently this was a new concept.  "Why?  I'm 17."

She sniffed.  "Age of consent is not the issue.  It's professor and 
student, I'm afraid."

"Then, then ..."

"Why did I let it start?  You're an attractive young man, Sean, and you
even speak good English.  You must know how rare that is among 
teenagers.  Have you ever heard the expression, 'swept off her feet?'"

"N-no."

"Well, it applies to me in this case.  Literally."  She sighed 
theatrically.  "But it was fun."

"_Was_ fun?"

She looked at him solemnly.  "_Was_.  Now the time has come to be 
adults.  You must realize that nothing serious can develop between us."

His eyes widened.  "Well, yeah, Jenny, but --"

"No 'buts.'  It's over, Sean, and from now on I'm Professor Towley."

"But what about me?" he whined.

"Find yourself a girl your age, Sean.  You're pretty enough to trick one
into bed.  Use your imagination."

"But we had so much fun together!  You said it yourself!"

"Sean!" she said sternly.  "It's over.  I intend to find a husband."

The boy stormed out of her office.


* * *


Padrik O'Brien, of Irish descent, was chairperson of the English 
Department.  Recently divorced, the handsome forty-five year old was 
known for his taste in administrative assistants.  A new one appeared at
the desk before his office door every year or two.  It was whispered 
that his wife had objected to the one of last winter.  The absence of a
replacement this fall was thus the more surprising.

While walking across the quad, Jenny let him catch up to her.

"Hi, Jenny," he said in his resonant baritone.  "May I stroll with you 
on this fine fall morning?  I love the sun-sparkle in your hair.  The 
trees will have to exert themselves to outdo you."

"Oh, my, how extravagant!  But then, you're sensitized, aren't you?"

"Sensitized?"

"No honey pot in your front office."

"'Honey pot?'  Aha!  You think that helps me appreciate fall colors?"

"And other things.  Where _is_ this year's pretty assistant?"

"We have fewer freshmen this year," he said, wrinkling his lip.  "We 
can't hire a new assistant, no matter how pretty she is."

"You won't hire a pretty girl?  That's not you, Paddy."

"You're so right, darling.  It's the budget."

"So all you need is a cheaper assistant?"

"Do you know one?"

"Perhaps I do, depending on the assistance required."

They walked a while in silence.  Jenny realized suddenly that O'Brien 
was her next target.  Sean had awakened her sexually, but Paddy was a 
luscious, older man who could take care of her and give her something 
special that a young boy would never imagine: intelligent conversation,
for example.

"What are you so pensive about, darling?" he asked.

"Indeed I am pensive, Paddy."

"What's on your mind?"

"I was a virgin until a month ago."

"You don't say!"

For a moment they both stopped.  She grinned up into his astonished 
eyes.

He continued, "That's absolutely remarkable!  A late bloomer, were you?
Tell me: was it fun, I mean, afterwards?"

"Oh, yes.  Deflowerment is a wound that heals quickly."

"Then you are reconciled to your new state?"

"Oh, much more than that!  I'm delighted."

"That's wonderful.!  I don't suppose you could say who ..."

"Who did it?"

"What a lucky fellow, whoever he was!"

"I'm not sure he noticed.  He was a very pretty, hairless boy.  It stung
at first, but yes, he was most pleasurable after the fourth try."

"So, your first time!  With a hairless _boy_?"

She chuckled.  "Don't look so shocked.  He's 17, above the age of 
consent.  I may be a cradle-snatcher but I'm not a pedophile."

"No, of course not.  Wait, wait!  You'd gone all these years without 
sex?"

"Yeah, Paddy.  I'm like a sixteen year old who's had an ignorant boy 
fuck her for the first time."

"Remarkable!  You must be ..."

"Must be what -- wondering what a real man can do?"

He coughed.  They had arrived at the library.  She proceeded 
unhesitantly through the arch, leaving him blinking on the bricks.


* * *


He came into her office during the afternoon break.  "I'm not so 
ignorant, Jenny."

"I know that, Paddy.  Let's talk about us."

"Not here.  How about a date?"

"Agreed.  Do you know where I live?"

"Um.  I don't think so.  But my apartment is in the Blue Towers, Suite 
503."

She looked up at him thoughtfully and nodded.  "I'm sure your place is 
more private.  When should I come?"

"Tonight at seven?"

She grinned.  "So soon, Paddy?"

"Too soon?"  He grinned slowly.  "You know what?"

"You're interviewing an assistant then?"

"I meant to say, 'I can't wait.'  But maybe you're right too."


* * *


He closed the door, slipped an arm around her and immediately palmed a 
breast though her jacket.  "I know you want to talk, Jenny, but let's do
that later."

She glanced around with a faint sneer.

He said, "Oh, yes, American Anonymous.  My wife got the house.  Come on
through."

While undressing, they remained silent but studied each other with 
approval.  Naked, they came into each others arms for a bout of ardent 
kissing before seeking the bed.  O'Brien was a very well-hung man who 
knew how to please a woman.  He delivered two loud exciting orgasms to 
Jenny before he released her.

After rolling off her body and leaning down to watch his semen ooze from
her vagina, a quirk of his, he said, "That was marvelous, darling.  I 
knew it would be."

"Yes it was, Paddy."  She stretched sensuously.  "You said it: not so 
ignorant."

"Am I a good missionary?"

"You know it."

"What else will you tolerate, Jenny?"

She cocked her head.  "I've thought about that.  Though I've yet to try
more than a few, I know about a lot of positions.  I think I'd love 
anything that doesn't hurt."

"That's a wonderful attitude.  Why is it so rare among women?"

She smiled lazily.  "Has that been your experience, Paddy?"

"I should say, among wives."

"You know the old advice: 'If at first you don't succeed ...'"

"'Just keep fucking?'  I'm trying."

"I meant 'just keep marrying.'"

He ignored that.  "Let's see how you like being in control."

"You mean you want me on top?  You aren't ready to go again."

"I can be with your help."  He flopped on the bed.

"I don't have much experience at this," she said, kneeling between his 
legs.  "My clueless youth loved it but he didn't need it."

"Experience is not important.  All you want is to make it hard.  Just 
suck."  After a bit he added, "Wouldn't hurt to fondle my balls."

Indeed the fondling didn't hurt.  Soon she was squatting atop his hips,
sliding forward and backward and squealing in climax after climax.

When she rolled off him at last and regained her breath, she said 
dreamily, "Oh god, Paddy!  Sean never sent me to the moon as you just 
did."

"Sean?"

"My callow youth.  Are you ready to talk now?"

"Can you possibly refer to Sean McLief?  Darling, we do have a lot to 
discuss!"

"What do you mean, Paddy?  You sound serious."

"Would you be shocked to learn that I enjoy boys on occasion?"

"Well!"  She smiled widely.  "We have even more in common!"

"Even more?"

"Than the English curriculum and our unmarried states."  She waved a 
hand magnanimously.  "I'm not judgmental about such things as young 
boys, Paddy."

He nodded with a grin.  "No, I suppose you're not.  The point is that I
seduced Sean McLief last week, and he complained about an older woman 
dumping him a few weeks back."

It was her turn to show astonishment.  "My Sean McLief?"

"I think so.  He's 17, very blond, very pretty and hairless below the 
ears."

"That's Sean.  Good heavens, Paddy!  You seduced him?"

"Yes, quite successfully.  I only had to wink once.  For three days 
running we sucked and bucked.  Such an eager lad!"

"Oh, yes!"  Jenny laughed in true mirth.  She slapped O'Brien's shoulder
then kissed his cheek.  "And such an improbable coincidence!"

"Perhaps so, Jenny, but you left him in serious need.  He squirted the 
moment I took him into my mouth."

"Yes," she agreed dryly, "I noticed his impetuosity."

The man chuckled.  "Which is not so dismaying to a male partner.  It 
hardly interferes with anal penetration."

"I wondered if 'bucked' referred to that."

"He took to anal intercourse like a duck to water."

She clucked her tongue.  "What a cliche from the English chairman!"

"Um, you're right.  Say like a cat to a mouse."

They laughed but the man grew serious.  "The question is, what are we 
going to do about it?"

"Do about it?  I'm very fond of Sean, Paddy, but I want to marry you."

He blinked at her.  "Let's not yet talk about marriage, darling."  He 
added a laugh.  "I may have turned queer."

She nodded at his limp wet organ.  "Certainly not exclusively."

"That's true," he admitted, following her gaze.

She said, "He's a couch potato, you know.  One thing I thought of when 
he was in my arms is how much like a girl he is, a prepubescent girl 
without hair."

"Aside from genitalia."

"Aside from that.  Maybe his girlishness bears on your attraction and my
alienation."

"Well ..."

She took a deep breath.  "Queer or even unmarried, Paddy, I want your 
baby.  I don't have much fertility time left."

"Nowadays the woman controls that.  I'll knock you up, Jenny, if it's 
really what you want.  But what about the boy?"

She stared at him.  Her eyes developed a twinkle.  "Now that's something
very interesting to discuss, Paddy."

"You mean ... you're not totally alienated?"

She grinned.  "Well, I wouldn't call Sean a whole man, but I'm willing 
to try a one and a half."


* * *


Sean stepped off the elevator and hurried eagerly to the door.  It was 
his fourth visit and his erection was already growing.  He knocked three
times, paused and knocked twice more: Professor O'Brien's code.  Not for
the first time he wondered if the well-hung man had a different code for
his other boys.  A familiar jealousy rose in his chest.

He heard a voice beyond the door.  A moment later it opened on a 
familiar and smiling but totally unexpected face.

"Good god!" he cried.

Female eyes twinkled.  "Is that a divine revelation?"

He stared at the door number and said it aloud, "503?"

She laughed.  "You're at the right place.  Do come in, Sean."

Professor Towley caught his arm, pulled him into the room and closed the
door.  Her arms entangled him.  Over her shoulder he had a glimpse of 
O'Brien's smirking face.  Then she was kissing him with her tongue.  
From the corner of his eye he saw O'Brien approach.  The man put arms 
around them both.  A sandpapery cheek scraped his as a third tongue 
entered his mouth.  That led to an interesting tongue chase.  The 
suction of two mouths was definitely stronger.

The woman's mouth tasted different somehow.  He felt her hand depress 
his belly, slide his sagging shorts down his hips and cup his genitals,
squeezing and stroking.  He backed away to look down.  Man and woman 
wore belted housecoats.  O'Brien's belt was untied.  The woman held an 
erect penis in each hand.

"Hey, hey!" she murmured huskily.  "What a nice surplus!"

Sean's astonishment exceeded even his sexual tension.  He gaped at Jenny
and asked stupidly, "Are you gay too?"

Both adults laughed.  She said, "In the original sense of the word, you
bet!"  She licked her lips.  "Paddy, I saw _Doctor Love_ on your shelf.
Do you recall his description of having two women at once: three-way 
kisses and boobs all over him?  Well, I want cocks all over _me_!"

"When Mae West felt that way," the man said with a grin, "she invited 
the whole Princeton football team."

"Isn't that eleven guys?"

He laughed.  "On the field at once, yeah."

She said pensively, "I wonder how she managed eleven."

"Three at the time?"

Jenny shivered.  "I've read of that."

"Have you?  I mean, anything plausible?  I get the impression men write
most tales on that subject."

She grinned at him and licked her lips.  "Shall I start a journal?"

Sean had arrived expecting another homosexual romp with the man whose 
wiry body he had come to enjoy enormously.  But he still retained fond 
memories of Jenny and actually dreamed of her more often.

He stammered, "Wh-what's happening?"

"We're going to have three-way sex," she said, squeezing his testicles.
"Lots of it."

"L-lots?"

Her other hand encircled the man's testicles.  "I love it: both hands 
full of balls!  And over the next week or ten days, during my fertile 
period, one of these sets is going to impregnate me.  I don't care 
which."

The lad's eyes widened hugely.  "But I ... I can't support a kid!"

She laughed and gave his penis a fast shake.  "I'm impressed you thought
of that, Sean."

O'Brien beamed at his two lovers, thinking himself a very fortunate man.
"Let's get into the spa.  I've got first dibs on a dick."

His condo had a wide balcony, made private by large potted plants at 
either end, equipped with a heated whirlpool tub.  Sean sat on the wide
lip, leaning back against the stucco wall, while Paddy knelt in the 
swirling water with the lad's entire organ in his mouth.  Jenny sat 
beside him, one leg in the water, leaning close to watch in fascination.

"Can you do that?" she asked, looking up at the youth, who failed to 
answer.  His mouth sagged slackly and he was shivering.

"Obviously not right now," she answered herself dryly.

He moaned and a spasm shook his body.  The shaft emerged spurting from 
the man's wide mouth.  Semen oozed down the chin.

"That's good seed wasted," she complained.

Paddy sat back, swallowed, licked his lips and grinned in 
accomplishment.  "I'm surprised you didn't notice if you let him fuck 
first he takes half an hour to regain interest."

"Mmm.  Now that you mention it ...  But how is sucking him off 
different?"

"In a blowjob the cocksucker has control.  The trick is to let go of his
dick at the first squirt."  With a splash the man's hand snapped 
forward, caught Sean's wrist and prevented his touching himself.  "Then
he's ready to go again in a minute or two."

She made a face.  "That sounds like cheating!"

"You think so?  Who gains and who loses?  Anyway, we'll have enough 
juice left for you, darling.  Sean and I shall compete to knock you up.
Tomorrow you can go shop for baby clothes."

"Ooo, how delightful!"

Sean and Jenny immersed themselves in the water and submitted to Paddy's
scrubbing.  "God, I love it," he exclaimed: "a handful of balls and tit
at the same time."

Sean immediately indulged himself in the same experience.

"Who cares about boobs?" she asked rhetorically.  With arms around their
hips while they knelt, she mouthed one penis, then the other and 
stretching, finally both together.  "God," she said afterwards, "if I 
had a snake's jaw, I could suck off three at once."

"A snake?" asked Sean, blinking.

"Snakes can dislocate their jaws."

"They can?"

"For the same reason."  She grinned.  "To swallow something bigger than
their mouth."

"Wow, three dicks at once!"

Man and woman laughed.

Unperturbed, Sean continued, "A while ago you asked me something just as
I started to squirt."

"Paddy had your whole cock in his mouth.  I was wondering how he managed
it.  Then I wondered if you could do as much with his.  Are men's 
throats deeper than women's?"

Paddy explained, "It comes with practice.  You probably haven't sucked a
cock half a dozen times."

"Well ..."

"And neither has Sean."

The air was too cold outside the tub.  After drying each other, they 
retreated to the adjacent bedroom.  Jenny lay on her back, legs parted 
expectantly.  "Who's got first dibs on a vagina?"

"Let's give Sean first dibs with a tongue."

The lad blinked.  "How's that?"

"We'll give her a 169."

"A what?"

"You do the 69 part."  He caught the woman's calves and pulled them off
the side of the bed, throwing them over his forearms.  "Get over her on
all fours, Sean, and lick her clit.  You did show him how, didn't you, 
Jenny?"

"You know it.  He's good, lots of enthusiasm."

"Hear that, boy?  High praise!  Okay, I'll fuck, Jenny sucks and you 
lick _and_ suck."

"Huh?"

"Start licking.  Get her juices flowing."

Paddy inserted his fat organ into the woman beneath the boy's nose.  
Sean turned his head sideways to permit licking male and female.

After several strokes the man said, "Now you can suck."  He withdrew 
from the woman, freeing his penis to pop up.  Sean slurped it into his 
mouth.  After a few strokes there the organ withdrew.

"Put me back in her," he ordered.

"Wow!" said Sean when he had complied.  "This is hot!"

Shortly the lad froze, grunting nasally.

Paddy chuckled.  "Coming again, are you?  Ah, the advantages of youth!"

He continued to thrust into the woman, curious if she would remember to
cease her own suction.  Apparently she did for the lad soon relaxed, 
resting his cheek on her outflung thigh.

Paddy thumped his head.  "Unh-uh!  Keep licking."

Man and boy together provided the woman with an enduring climax that 
peaked when she felt Paddy's ejaculate within her.

"Put a pillow under your ass so it won't run out," he told her.  "Sean,
go open us all a cool one."

"You thought it was hot, did you?" she asked the lad when he returned 
with the drinks.

"Oh, god!"

She winked at Paddy.  "Everything's a religious experience for Sean.  
Tell us why it was hot."

"Your tongue ...  Paddy's dick in my mouth ...  Your pussy smell ...  
Oh, god!"

Swallowing his wine, the man said, "I admit it sounds hot."

She said thoughtfully.  "So a cock in the mouth is stimulating to either
sex."

Paddy grinned.  "A first deduction for your journal.  But you should 
substitute _can be_ for _is_."

"Why?"

"Lots of people are horrified at the thought."

Sean giggled.  "And you can guess what they think of one up your ass."

Jenny eyed him.  "What do they think?"

The lad stared back.  After a moment he said, "I don't care what they 
think."

Paddy chuckled.  "I didn't realize you loved one there."

"Well ..."  Sean grinned.  "Actually I love to _put_ one there."

"Yes, you do!  But first we ought to please our dick-less companion.  I
propose that we alternate between top and bottom.  Give her a dick to 
hold in her mouth while the other fucks her pussy.  What do you think, 
Jenny?"

Her face lit.  "Will you swap back and forth?"

"Exactly.  But all ejaculations will go to your womb."

"Oh, _yes_!"

Over the next two hours the two males fucked her three times each.  
During that intense experience, with Sean and Paddy frequently trading 
off, she found herself in an almost constant state of orgasm.  She lost
consciousness several times.  She was confident that one of their 
injections had done the job.  It was the right time of the month.


* * *


Jenny lay on O'Brien's bed the next evening, watching the man ream the 
pretty boy's anus in long strokes.  The males were in no hurry.  Smiling
often, Sean seemed to enjoy the experience though when she investigated
his organ was only about half hard.

"Doesn't it feel sexy?" she asked him.

"Not exactly," the lad answered after a moment.  "But it still feels 
good."  His smile reappeared.  "When I was a lot younger, bowel 
movements felt good.  It reminds me of that."

He was on hands and knees, buttocks raised and shifting forward and back
from the man's thrusts.  She slipped under the lad's belly and suckled 
his penis, working her tongue.  She desisted after a minute or two when
its state had hardly changed.

The man groaned and withdrew.

She eyed the dripping penis.  "I wanted that stuff."

He said, "You wanted to see anal sex."

"Why couldn't you have switched to me?"

"Maybe I will one of these days.  Sean, did you jerk off since you left
here?"

"No.  I slept like a baby."

"Then give Jenny a good load."

Without being told Sean began with cunnilinctus and slipped into her 
soaking vagina while her climax continued.  She had no objection to his
deep kisses although flavored with her urine.  O'Brien, having cleansed
himself, replaced the lad.  They took her in turn for about two hours as
on the previous evening in the sauna.  The repeated orgasms left Jenny 
delirious.

Thereafter her men inseminated her twice a day.


* * *


"I'm knocked up!" Jenny exclaimed gleefully to O'Brien a month later.  
"The test has come back positive!"

"I'm glad for your sake, Jenny.  It's what you want after all.  But I 
hope you're not thinking of marriage."

"Why not?"

"Sean is moving in with me."

"What's that got to do with marriage?"

He laughed.  "You're a wonder, Jenny!"

"May I move in too?"

"Baby and all?"

She blinked.  "I could afford an au pair."

"And I can get us a larger residence."  He kissed her cheek.  "Of course
you may join us, darling.  The three of us shall have a fabulous time.
And Sean wants to bring us another fellow much like himself.  It's not a
football team but it would give you three dicks at the time.  Hmm.  Have
you ever heard of a sexual practice called a Greek sandwich?"

Jenny had indeed.  She opened her mouth then closed it quickly.  He 
feared she was repelled until a leering grin appeared.  "I've read about
a lot of perversions, Paddy.  I want to try them all."


* * *


They settled into a routine.  With some exceptions they met Tuesday and
Thursday evenings and all day Sunday, agreeing emphatically that the 
pleasure they exchanged was more intense and enduring than any obtained
from recreational drugs.

Sean had to leave town over the thanksgiving weekend.  Jenny and Paddy 
went to the faculty dinner and returned to his condo afterwards.

"You're being pensive again," he said to her as they sat digesting on 
his couch before the gas log fire.

"I just realized they've noticed," she retorted, head on his shoulder.

"Us?"

"The dean's wife said she'd been wondering when we'd start to step out.
Then she asked where was our pretty boyfriend."

"Did she indeed!"  He chuckled.  "Did you pretend to misunderstand?"

"Yes, of course.  You do know that Sean is my student!"

"Mine too."  Paddy thought it over.  "How did she seem -- malicious?  
Accusing?"

"Hmm.  Arch, I'd say.  Quietly amused.  She gave me a word of advice."

"To swap him for another student?"

"In a sense.  We should also be seen taking other students to dinner in
the Student Union."

"What's it been: three times?  My god, does she eat in there so 
regularly?"

"_I've_ never seen her."  Jenny chuckled.  "She also warned me about 
you."

"_Warned_ you?  My god, who does she think she is?"

"The dean's wife."

He coughed.  "What exactly did she say?"

Jenny paused reflectively.  "She said, and I quote exactly, 'Did you 
know sweet Paddy's wife evicted him when she caught him with the 
paperboy?  No, I see you didn't, but you're not surprised.'  That's when
the quiet amusement appeared."

The man sighed.  "Yeah, she and Eileen were on friendly terms.  But ...
What else did she say?"

"'Tell Paddy I wish him the best.'"

"Hmm.  Did she sound sarcastic?"

"No.  I thought she was sincere."

He shook his head.  "I guess you had reason to be pensive."  He took a 
breath.  "Jenny, may I reverse myself on the idea of marriage?"

She grinned at him.  "I can't believe that's a proposal."

He smiled.  "The idea is suddenly more attractive.  You mentioned an au
pair because you do plan to keep that baby, don't you?"

"Absolutely."

"I hear nature favors babies resembling their fathers.  Marriage would 
be good for our son too."

"Do you think so?"

"My god!"  His eyes widened.  "What if it resembles Sean?"

She looked away.

"He had as good a chance as I -- perhaps better, with his youthful 
semen."

She said softly, "No, he didn't."

"Huh?"

She backed off his shoulder and said coldly, "My _daughter_ won't 
resemble either of you."

"How can you be sure?  Daughter?  Have you had an ultrasound?"

"Better than that.  I had them draw amniotic fluid a couple weeks ago 
and compare DNA with samples from Sean and --"

"How did you get samples of us?"

She laughed.  "With a cue tip up my bottom, how else?  You and Sean have
furnished so many samples lately!"

"Oh.  Of course.  What did the DNA tell you?"

"That she was female.  And to my surprise that neither of you fathered 
her."

"B-but ... how can that be?"

"You recall that I had broken up with Sean ..."  She chuckled, eyes 
lowered.  "I couldn't believe how much I missed him in just a few days 
-- his odor, his touch ... to be honest, his hard cock.  I told myself 
he didn't have the only cock in the world -- and proceeded to seduce my
car mechanic."

His eyes were wide.  "'Car mechanic!'"

"With broad shoulders, strong hands and a very nice cock, even if he did
come too soon.  You men are incredibly easy."  She sighed.  "Anyway, 
when the baby's DNA matched neither of you, I spread for the mechanic 
again and took his sample to the clinic.  Bingo!"

Paddy's mouth hung open.  "Good god, Jenny!"

She shrugged.  "Not that it makes such a difference.  You'll love her 
anyway; daughters tend to favor their mothers.  _Was_ that a proposal a
moment ago?"

"Y-yes."  He sat up straighter, arms extended toward her.  "Yes, it was.
Seal it with a kiss."

With her tongue in his mouth she giggled nasally and broke away enough 
to ask, "What did you just say?"

He repeated glumly, "I just hope to hell that mechanic wasn't black."


END

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