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Twenty-Five Pairs
by T.S. Severe

Copyright 2007-2008 Rachael Ross/T.S.Severe all rights reserved.
Intended for adults only.
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm comments: T.S.Severe@gmail.com
Story Codes: MF+/f {TG}, Rom, Incest, [Teen TG] Oral, Anal, Mast,
Petting, SciFi/Fantasy
Synopsis: When 13 year old Jenny moves with her family to Harden Utah,
the girl discovers friendship, romance, and the excitement of being
something more than just different.

BFG Productions in association with Severe Discipline presents...

Twenty-Five Pairs
by T.S. Severe

Chapter Sixteen

Cambridge Massachusetts - Richmond Virginia  2019 - 2022



    I was at Harvard for less than two weeks before I had a new boytoy
to go with my new life.

    "Professor Pinchbeck?" A man's voice drew my attention and I
looked up from my desk.

    "I keep forgetting to close my door." I said, mostly to myself,
and I meant it. "I'm Doctor Pinchbeck."

    "Right, Doctor." He cleared his throat. "Sorry."

    "Well?" I asked, because I was a little tired, a bit frustrated,
and a lot out of patience. Harvard was a lot like Grand Central
Station after spending so many years closeted at Horace Tufts.

    "I'm Cory Schiller." He smiled and that made him look even younger
than what he was, which was probably about twenty six, I figured.
Older than my 22 years anyway.

    "What can I do for you?" I asked, without much of a smile, I'm
afraid.

    "I'm, uh, looking for a sponsor..." He cleared his throat. "...For my
doctorate, I mean, and..."

    "Are you an MD?" I narrowed my eyes.

    "Yeah, I just I finished interning at St. Mary's, in Boston, and
I'm working on my PhD in...in biochemistry, so..." He shrugged and smiled
and he was unbearably cute, I had to admit. He probably got away with
murder, smiling like that.

    "Right." I sighed. "First thing, I'm not a teacher. Second, grad
students don't go around knocking on doors..."

    "I know..."

    "Thirdly..." I sat back and held out my arms, "...Why me?"

    "Cause, I read a paper of yours and..." Cory blinked.

    "I'm not published." I frowned. "Try the truth."

    "Okay, uh...Doctor, I want to take you to dinner." He licked his
lips. "And a movie?"

    "Oh." I looked at Cory, kind of up and down.

    He was smaller than I usually like in a man, nothing like Josh or
James, but small and pretty. He reminded me of Ron, actually, although
they were not very much alike. It was a vulnerability maybe, a look in
the eyes that suggested Cory wanted someone to hold him. I don't know,
whatever it was, I found myself attracted to it just then. I liked his
green eyes and dirty blonde hair, almost brown at the scalp and
lighter as it curled near his collar. He was fair skinned as well,
almost pale, and again I thought of Ron and sighed inwardly.

    "I don't like movies." I said and he looked hurt.

    "But you eat, right?" Cory asked and I kind of shrugged, looking
around my desk.

    "My interest in biochemistry is largely nucleotide metabolism,
DNA, RNA, and protein synthesis." I said. "Are you any good with any
of that?"

    "Pretty good." He nodded. "Yeah."

    "Alright, you can prove it over dinner." I agreed. "I'll give you
an audition, no tap dancing though. Okay?"

    I stood up, taking my jacket off the back of my chair, and Cory
was smiling like something was funny.

    "What is it now?" I asked him.

    "It's, um, only a quarter to nine." He said, looking at his watch.

    "So?"

    "In the morning." He laughed lightly.

    "And your point is?" I shook my head, "Let's go, I'm hungry."

    "Okay." Cory nodded happily.

=-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "You know, Jen, you don't have to take the publish or perish thing
so seriously." Lois Ashton smiled at me over her desk and I was just
there to relax, as much as anything.

    "You're complaining?" I sipped my coffee. She liked designer stuff
from Jamaica and I wasn't used to anything but instant, it was pretty
good.

    "You've written six papers, good ones, in four months." Lois was
the research lab's director and so she was my boss, everything went
through her. "I just don't want to see you burned out."

    "No, I'm not." I smiled. "I feel good, all that stuff was just in
the back of my head. The new stuff is still in the office."

    "Well, I'm not going to complain." She laughed lightly. "You're
making me look like a genius for hiring you. A lot of people, uh...They
weren't too sure about you."

    "I bet." I shrugged.

    That wasn't news to me. I'd been too young for the job, and would
be until I was forty probably. Doctors are as egotistical as anyone
and age counted for a lot, which makes no sense, but it's true.
Bringing in a kid of twenty-two to do pure research, to just sit in
her office and think stuff up? That was pretty much unheard of. Lois
knew some people though, she was an immunologist and a few phone calls
was all it had taken.

    "Anyhow, you're blowing us away with this stuff and I want to make
sure you're okay." Lois nodded. "I also...Uh, well, since you are
published now...How about giving some lectures?"

    "Lectures?" I shifted in my seat.

    "We are a medical school, Jen." She laughed. "It pays the bills.
You might even like it, especially since you have a grad student...
Which, I'm not sure how you arranged."

    "Cory?" I giggled. "God. I don't know, it just...Happened."

    "Right." Lois grinned. "He is something."

    "Hmmm..." I smiled and we shared a look. Lois wasn't very old for
her position either and a boy like Cory did catch a woman's eye.

    "So how about it? One lecture a week?" Lois wondered. "I'll send
you a schedule and you fill in the blanks."

    "On anything? I asked.

    "Well, try to be relevant." Lois laughed. "Don't hurt the kids."

    "Yeah." I shrugged. "Sure, one lecture a week."

    "How do you like Kessler?" Lois asked, referring to a professor
from Bonn who was very much into my work.

    "He's okay." I nodded. "He's got some good ideas."

    "He loves you." Lois grinned. "The man calls me every week, 'Mein
Gott! Wass ist she doink? I must be thinkink more harder! Ach!'"

    Lois did a fair impression of the German's guttural accent and I
laughed.

    "Yeah, he calls me too." I said. "We're trying to fix the brain
and immunodeficiency. His sister has MS, did you know that?"

    "Yeah." Lois said. "I heard."

    "So, I have muscular sclerosis all over my blackboard." I sighed.
"It likes to jump on those B Cells, and if I could just get the
secondary response jumpstarted..."

    I let out a deep breath and blinked with a laugh.

    "Sorry, I was slipping away for a second. I better get back to
it."

    "Okay." Lois nodded. "Just...Have fun, right? Don't go crazy down
there."

    "Nah, I'm..."

    "I'm serious, I've seen it happen." Lois was standing up. "You
gotta relax sometimes. Make your grad lad do some work too."

    "Yeah." I smiled. "I will."

=-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Come here...Lock the door." I giggled and it was time to put Cory
to work. "I have a lecture in about twenty minutes."

    "Mmmm..." Cory grinned, looking sexy in his khakis and a forest
green sweater that lit up his eyes like you wouldn't believe.

    I turned in my chair, pulling up my modest skirt, because modest
was the only way a professor could dress at Harvard. I pulled that
beige skirt up and rubbed the swollen bulge of my semi-hard cock
through the lace of my black panties. I watched Cory come close,
licking his soft lips and smiling, slipping to the floor of my office
and kissing the insides of my smooth creamy thighs.

    "Yeah...That's it, make it nice for me, baby." I sighed.

    "Uh-huh." Cory agreed between kisses and then he was pressing his
face against the silk, letting my cock rub him through that teasingly
thin material.

    It had been easy seducing him, or letting him seduce me really. My
cock had come as a surprise, of course, but he didn't say no. Between
the wine and the music and the soft light...And my pheromones...Pretty
Cory hadn't stood a chance and I'd had him on hands and knees before
noon, begging for my cock while he pouted over his shoulder. I'd
started thinking I should have more dinner dates at nine in the
morning, if they were going to work out that well. Cory was a good
cook and a fine lover.

    "Go ahead," I urged him, "I want to watch you eat my cock."

    "Oh God." He sighed, pulling my panty down slowly so that my
erection sprang free, long and thick and already wet with precum.

    "I want to cum in your mouth, baby." I whispered, putting my hand
on his head. I did love talking dirty to that boy.

    "Mmpphh..." Cory made wet muffled sounds of agreement as he opened
his mouth wide, taking the head of my cock into his always willing
mouth.

    "Play with my balls too..." I giggled. "...Don't be shy. You know what
I like."

    Cory did exactly that, taking my heavy scrotum in his left hand
while he used his right to jerk me off in time with his bobbing head.
My ball sack was soft and pink and freshly shaved just for him and
Cory had the softest hands, a wonderful touch as he rolled my testes
gently. His tongue moved around my cockhead, washing it all over,
tickling the underside and then playing with my piss hole. He
swallowed noisily and made funny slurping noises to fill my office and
make my body tingle.

    "Sexy boy..." I breathed. "...Suck it good, make it special for me,
Cory."

    He was a pretty good cocksucker now, after being with me for six
months and we did this a lot. Sometimes I sucked him, or let him fuck
me, but mostly I liked to observe our teacher-student relationship and
keep Cory where he belonged. On his knees worshipping my cock. It was
a little strange, as I'd never felt the urge to take the male role
with anyone before, except perhaps Ron, but Cory was very much my
little bitch and that was a term he liked a lot, actually.

    "Ummm, suck my cock, bitch...That's it...More...More, go on, don't tease
me!" I chided him playfully, knowing he didn't stand a chance of
taking more than half of my prick.

    "Yeah." Cory breathed, lifting his mouth briefly so he could
swallow and lick his lips.

    He stroked my wet cock slowly, working his hand up and down the
shaft while he kissed the head and finally took me back inside. Cory
was seriously addicted to my cum, which was another reason I got so
much head from him, he loved sucking my dick and when I came, Cory was
ready to eat every drop.

    But not today.

    "That's enough..." I groaned, not wanting to stop, but I had to be
upstairs in five minutes and I kind of liked teasing the both of us
this way.

    "Mummph umph..." Cory pushed his mouth down harder, gagging slightly
as the smooth head of my cock tried to force itself into the boy's
throat.

    "Yes it is..." I giggled weakly, feeling my balls tight and I really
did want to cum.

    I managed to get my cock away from him finally, Cory kneeling on
the floor between my legs looking decidedly unhappy. I leaned over,
holding his face with both of my hands and I kissed him hard,
promising Cory that later, as soon as I was finished with my lecture,
we'd finish what we'd started.

    "Don't jerk off." I whispered, licking his ear. "Transcribe my
notes and think about baseball. I'll be back in an hour."

    "Fuck...Jenny..." He was red faced and his eyes glazed with lust. It
was a familiar look I'd grown to love, since seeing it for the first
time in Josh's eyes so many years before.

    "Uh-huh...I'll fuck you." I giggled. "I promise."

    It may not have been exactly what Cory had in mind, but he
wouldn't complain about that either. There's a certain thrill to
bending a grad student five years older than myself over my desk and
fucking him hard in the ass. Especially when it's such a nice pert ass
like Cory's. I loved his butt and he loved my cock. We were perfect
for each other.

    I fixed my face and tried in vain to tuck my cock away, but it
wasn't going soft. Thankfully I had a loose skirt and my notes to hide
the indecency of my arousal as it threatened to make a tent between my
legs. I'd had a lot of practice hiding it though and I had a podium to
hide behind in any case. I'd just have to be careful using the big
whiteboard and I could get one of the students to do all the writing
anyway.

    The fun part was watching some forty or fifty male students squirm
uncomfortably as their bodies reacted to the pheromones. I walked
right down the center of the room, squeezing past and between them.
The boys didn't know why they were suddenly so horny, why their cocks
were swelling and that female student sitting just in front of them
looked like she was ovulating, but they felt it. The urge to procreate
was in their blood and it was amusing. Some of the girls reacted as
well, a surprising number, and my lectures were always popular.

    "Down's Syndrome...Keep up now, we're talking aneuploidy today. An
abnormal chromosome number. In Down's this is trinomy 21, an extra
chromosome 21 that causes mental retardation, congenital malformation,
and a bunch of other bad stuff. Let's take it apart..."

    I was going to lose some of these kids quick, they were only in
their second year, most of them, but I was looking for the one or two
who would already know what I was talking about. They'd be the ones
trying to catch my eye and give me a sign that they were hungry for
more. I really did like that part of it and Lois had been right, it
was good to get out of the office once in awhile.

=-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "I've heard good things about you." Mr. Fox was smiling over
dinner in Boston.

    "I feel good." I smiled back at the man.

    "And you look ravishing as well, Jennifer. I was remiss not to
mention it sooner." Mr. Fox sat back as a waiter poured us champagne.
"I saw your paper in the New England Journal last month. Multiple
Sclerosis...Interesting. How did you decide on that?"

    "I can help people." I shrugged. "A colleague of mine, his sister
is dying from it, so..."

    "Ah." Mr. Fox nodded. "That's very good then. It reminds me..." He
pulled an envelope out of his suit. "...I was asked to deliver this."

    "What is it?" I asked, taking it slowly.

    "An invitation to lecture at the National Academy of Science, I
believe." Mr. Fox shrugged. "They like that sort of thing."

    "What's that?" I read the letter quickly.

    "Pretty young doctors." Mr. Fox chuckled.

    "I see." I smiled at him and set the letter aside. "I thought you
were here for something sinister."

    "Sinister, is it?" Mr. Fox shook his head. "No, I just want to see
you again. I'm getting old, there's so much to do and so little time."

    "Yeah." I agreed, sipping champagne.

    "I would..." He smiled apologetically, "...Like to send you some data,
just for you to look at."

    "No." I shook my head.

    "You don't know what it is." Mr. Fox said.

    "I can guess and I don't want to see it."

    "Ebola-Karachi." He said softly. "The outbreak five weeks ago,
have you seen it?"

    "I heard about it." I cleared my throat. "Jeffrey called me."

    "He called me as well." Mr. Fox nodded. "Would you do him the
favor?"

    I narrowed my eyes.

    "Not for me, but for the General." Mr. Fox said. "Just look at the
data and see what you think."

    "Nobody is going to engineer Ebola." I said. "It's impractical. I
told Jeffrey that already, I don't have to see the data."

    "We'd like to be sure, Jennifer." Mr. Fox said.

    "Fine." I swallowed hard and told myself it was just once, just a
favor for my old friend. "Send it to me, I'll look."

    "Do you want samples?"

    "No, I don't want samples. Just show me the stains." I said.

    "Very well." Mr. Fox nodded and he wasn't gloating, I pleased to
see, but he always was the very best at what he did. It was sometimes
easy to forget that.

    "So..." I had more champagne. "...How's Mrs. Fox?" I asked, not even
knowing if there was one.

    "She's very well, thank you for asking." Mr. Fox smiled and his
grey blue eyes were unchanged. I had no idea if he was telling me the
truth or not. I never did.

=-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Congratulations." I smiled and it was two years later, sipping
champagne in that same restaurant, and this time I was happy.

    "Thank you." Cory smiled and I lifted my glass, toasting his
success.

    "So, now that you've got your PhD, professor," I giggled. "what
are you going to do with it?"

    "I, uh..." Cory set his glass down and leaned over the table. "...I
want to go to Horace Tufts."

    "Why?" I put my glass down as well.

    "The data we get, the reports and the work." Cory shrugged. "I
like it. I think I'm good at it."

    "It isn't the same thing, Cory." I sighed.

    "The director called me..."

    "General Palmer?"

    "Yeah, the General." Cory agreed. "He called and offered me a
job."

    "I see." I frowned at that news.

    "I can do good things there. I can get into the field, you know?"
Cory's innocent green eyes searched mine. "I want to get my hands
dirty."

    "Is that what you want?" I closed my eyes and the man had no idea
how dirty he could get in that business.

    "Yeah." He nodded. "You were out there, you know what it's like,
right?"

    "Cory, you're doing good right here. Doing research." I told him.
"I can talk to Lois, she'll keep you, believe me."

    "I know." He shrugged. "I just...I like it. Hands on virology, Jen.
It's who we are, don't you think? The stuff you could be doing..."

    "You don't want to know what I've done." I sighed, looking down.

    "I know." Cory agreed for the wrong reasons. "You can't tell me,
it's all secret, but you still work for them. We get the data every
month, so...Why not go out there?"

    "People die out there." I told him. "For no good reason at all."

    "I don't know what that means, but maybe I could do something
about it." Cory said and he didn't understand anything.

    "Do what you like." I decided, not wanting to be his mother or his
wife, or even his sister. It was up to him, not me.

    "Jen..." Cory frowned and he knew I was unhappy, but not why.

    "Let's eat." I breathed. "Where's that waiter?"

    Cory was right, about some things at least. We were doing a lot of
work for Palmer now. I got the data every month, a package hand
delivered by a courier from Bethesda and I looked at it. My one time
favor had become a full time job and I enjoyed it. That was the
problem. I was good at it, picking apart viruses and finding the
things other people missed, even without a hot sample under a scope.
I'd look at the pictures and read the numbers and I could tell when
something was wrong, maybe not exactly what it was, but something.

    "This is wrong, Jeffrey." I said into the phone. "You couldn't get
me to come back, so you're taking my assistant? Is that it?"

    "Jennifer, that's not it at all." General Palmer assured me, but I
didn't believe him.

    "He's just a kid." I said. "He's a thirty year old boy scout. You
told him he could save the world."

    "I told him we could use him and we can." The man said. "I need
someone in your old office, someone good and you're a good teacher."

    "See? I knew it." I laughed unhappily.

    "A better one than you know, Jen." Palmer continued. "You should
be proud..."

    "I feel like I just got knifed, Jeffrey." I told him bluntly.

    "Well..." The General cleared his throat, "I'm sorry you feel that
way."

    "Me too." I sighed because I liked the General. I trusted him and
I just didn't want Cory to be hurt like I'd been.

    "How about..."

    "What?" I asked.

    "There's an opening at CDC, they need someone in the field."
Palmer said slowly. "It's the IDSR job..."

    "I saw it."

    "It's clean work, Jen." Palmer said. "They won't take Schiller,
not by himself, but if you wanted..."

    "If I want to go back to work for the government?" I sucked my
lips.

    "It's all survey and response." Palmer told me unnecessarily. "You
can treat people, put some of that good stuff to work."

    "I don't know..."

    "And bring your boy with you. He wants to get out, you can hold
his hand." The General suggested. "I'll tell him I don't need him,
I'll let him go."

    "Why are you so anxious to get me out there?" I asked, feeling my
suspicions rise for no real reason.

    "I'm anxious to see you happy." Jeffrey said. "I'm your friend.
You've been in that office for what? Three years? It's time to move
on, Jen. People like you don't sit in one place for too long, you know
that."

    "Yeah." I swallowed hard. "I do know that."

    I was itching for something else, but I didn't know what. Or more
probably I did know and just refused to admit it. I liked looking at
real world data and Cory's idea of getting out and doing field work
was almost intoxicating, but...

    "How clean is that job?" I asked, because Palmer would know.

    "You could eat off it, Jen." He told me. "You'd liaison with World
Health Organization, okay? We don't go near it."

    "So it's a front for you guys." I laughed.

    "Uh, this phone..."

    "Yeah, yeah." I nodded. "I get it, General. Someone has to wear
the white hat."

    "That's it." Palmer agreed.

    "Okay, give me a name and a number." I said. "I'll take a look."

    "Good."

    "You just forget about Cory, alright?" I told him.

    "I'll give him the bad news tomorrow morning, Jen." Jeffrey
promised. "But you know...He'll be mad."

    "I know." I shrugged. "That's why it's called tough love."

    "Right." The General chuckled. "Night, Jennifer."

    "Good night, Jeffrey."

    The job was a good one, I knew that. Working for CDC as part of an
international response team to infectious disease outbreaks. It had to
be clean because it was high profile and only the best were on it. It
was important and exhaustive work, emotionally and physically, as you
were right there watching people suffer and die. The potential rewards
though, the idea of stopping a viral outbreak like Ebola before it
killed some town in West Africa...That was worth it. Facing the monster
and perhaps slaying it, not in a laboratory where it was safely caged,
but hand to hand in the real world. I found myself wanting it very
much suddenly and I had a hard time sleeping that night.

    "...You're kidding right?" Admiral Reynolds, the CDC Director was on
my phone.

    "No, I'm not." I said. "Is the job still open?"

    "It's open until I hang up this phone, Doctor Pinchbeck." The man
said and I knew him by reputation only, as he knew me. "I have some
very good names on a very short list, but..."

    "But?" I asked, knowing what he was going to say.

    "You did it!" My door suddenly opened and Cory was frowning at me.
"You called them, didn't you?"

    "But you're at the top of the list now." The Admiral said while I
held up my hand and tried to shush Cory. "What do I have to do to get
you down here?"

    "Why would you do that to me?" Cory demanded.

    "I'd want to pick my own assistant, Admiral." I said, frowning
hard at Cory and practically shoving my hand in his face. "My guy from
Harvard, Doctor Schiller. Can I bring him down to meet you? Take a
look around?"

    "Who are you talking to?" Cory asked, finally lowering his voice
at least. He'd finally heard what I was saying.

    "Absolutely." Reynolds agreed. "Do you need a ride?"

    "No, we can manage. Umm..." I looked at the calendar on my desk.

    "Who's that?" Cory asked and his green eyes were big, like a
puppy's, and I smiled at him.

    "...Thursday, will that be alright?" I asked.

    "Perfect." The Admiral agreed. "I'll look for you then, Doctor."

    "Good. Thank you for taking my call, Admiral."

    "Heh...Anytime." The man chuckled.

    "So?" Cory blinked at me as I hung up the phone.

    "We're going to work for CDC." I shrugged, trying my best to play
it down. "Infectious Disease Survey and Response...Unless you're not
interested."

    "Uh..." Cory cleared his throat and nodded slowly. "...I can do that."

    "Yeah." I smiled at him. "Now what were you yelling about a minute
ago?"

    "Oh, that? Nothing." He licked his lips. "I was, uh...I have to get
down to the lab and, uh..."

    "That's what I thought." I laughed, watching him leave and I knew
he was going to be whooping it up someplace, hopefully outside.

=-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Can I drive?" Cory grinned and he looked sweet in his old faded
jeans, ripped t-shirt, and a Red Sox warm-up jacket. He had an old
Texaco ball cap on his longish blonde hair, green like his eyes.

    "Not a chance!" I laughed. "Nobody drives my baby."

    "I thought I was your baby." Cory grinned, getting into the front
seat of my old Eldorado convertible.

    It looked brand new, black and shiny, and she was beautiful with
that big engine purring like a hungry lioness. I didn't know much
about cars, but I loved them anyway, like a secret passion. Not the
fancy sports cars either, but real automobiles like they hadn't built
in sixty years. Big comfortable machines of steel, not fiberglass or
plastic, or the latest synthetic polymer that they used on space
shuttles. Who wants that stuff?

    "Hey." I looked at him. "Got a stethoscope?"

    "A what?" Cory blinked at me.

    "What kind of doctor are you?" I laughed. "Go get a stethoscope, I
want to be in Richmond by tonight."

    "Why?" Cory asked but he was getting out and I had to wait five
minutes until he came back with a plastic bag, like he'd been to the
mall or something.

    "What's all that?" I asked, backing out of my parking space.

    "Uh...I didn't want you sending me back for anything else, so..." He
grinned at me.

    "Good, we can check your blood pressure later." I nodded, eyeing
the contents and Cory had raided someone's little black bag. "I like
to drive fast."

    "Great." Cory laughed, taking his hat off before it blew away.

    Boston to Richmond is about five hundred miles, through some of
the worst traffic imaginable. Even going a hundred and ten on the open
freeway wasn't making up for the times we had to crawl around the many
cities in our path. Still, it was pretty fun just being with Cory and
going slow gave us some good opportunities to try new things.

    "Keep doing that and I'll make you take it out." I giggled and
Cory had his left hand under my skirt, jerking me off slowly as we
tried to get around Allentown.

    "Too bad the top's down." Cory grinned. "I'd have it out already."

    "I didn't know you were so shy." I laughed. "Go ahead, I won't
complain."

    "Oh yeah?" Cory's green eyes widened as he looked around at the
trucks and busses and high riding SUV's. There weren't as many as
there used to be, not with the price of gas what it was, but still...

    "I dare ya." I stuck out my tongue.

    "Double dare?"

    "Oh yeah." I nodded, biting my lip.

    "Okay, I'll show you." Cory giggled like a schoolboy. "Just don't
get pulled over."

    "Ohhh no..." I shook my head, adjusting myself as Cory leaned over
in that big bench seat, pulling my skirt all the way up.

    "Ummm..." He sighed happily and I gave a little shiver of excitement
as I felt his mouth enclose the swollen head of my penis.

    "Oh fuck!" I grinned, honking the horn just for the hell of it. I
was getting a blowjob in my car!

    "Like that?" Cory asked, holding my dick tight and licking along
the shaft.

    "Yeah, don't stop." I told him. "You do it nice and maybe I will
let you drive."

    "If I drive you gotta blow me too." He laughed and I promised I
would.

    He went back down on my cock sweetly, his mouth hot and wet, soft
too, like you wouldn't believe. That boy was made for sucking my cock,
or so it seemed to me, and if I wasn't completely in love with Josh I
could have had a real thing going with Cory. He wanted it, I knew
that. Cory loved me and I kept waiting for him to demand something in
return, some promise of real affection, a commitment, but he never did
and I loved him for that most of all.

    "Is this it?" Cory asked and I shrugged.

    "I hope so." I told him. "That says 1712 right? And this is Ayers
Way, so..."

    I knocked on the door, feeling a little nervous, but excited too
and when a large, dark haired man opened the door I swallowed hard.

    "Hello." He smiled at me, looking a little confused maybe, as 25
year old blondes in miniskirts and wrinkled blouses probably didn't
ring his doorbell too often, especially at eight thirty in the
evening.

    "Hi." I smiled. "Is Dana here? Is this the Connors residence?"

    "Uh, yeah..." He agreed and Dana was coming anyway.

    "Jen?" She grinned and pushed her husband aside. "Jen! God! What
are you doing here? Look out, John...God, let them in!"

    "Hi." I giggled and hugged Dana back, letting her kiss my cheeks
and then my lips. "Cory, this is my sister, Dana."

    "Wow! He's cute." Dana widened her eyes with a giggle and she was
seriously happy that I'd introduced her as my sister, like I knew
she'd be. "Hi Cory, this is my husband, John...and that...Come here,
Steve, meet your Aunt Jenny."

    "Aunt Jenny." I giggled while the two men exchanged handshakes.

    "Well, that's who you are now." Dana smiled and her son was
coming.

    "Wow, look at you!" I dropped down to look level into his face and
give the boy a hug. "You're so big now! I haven't seen you since you
were little."

    "He's three years old." Dana sighed. "Say hello, Steve."

    "Hello." He said shyly and then ran to hug his dad's leg.

    I tried to tell Dana that we had reservations for a hotel, but she
wouldn't let us go, of course. Their house wasn't overly large, but it
was comfortable and I liked it. Dana and John put us up in their
little guest room and he seemed like a good man. A fireman. That was
pretty cool, I thought, helping people.

    "God, this must be nice." I sighed, lying on the hideaway bed with
Cory and we both wanted sex, that was obvious. I was stroking his cock
with my left hand while he jerked me off with his right and we'd been
kissing, softly, but deliberately for awhile. Just working up the
courage to find out how noisy that rickety bed would be.

    "What's that?" He whispered.

    "Having a house, a family." I shrugged. "Being a mommy, that has
to be pretty nice."

    "Yeah." Cory agreed, putting his mouth on mine again and I
welcomed his tongue eagerly, moaning softly and rubbing my thumb over
the slippery head of his cock.

    "You ever have a real girlfriend?" I asked him a little later. "I
mean someone you really thought about settling down with?"

    "Oh..." Cory turned towards me on his right side. "...I had a
girlfriend, we were sorta quasi-serious, I guess. We talked about it."

    "Oh yeah?" I turned onto my left side and let him go so we could
hold each other close, his hard cock pressing against mine.

    "Then, I saw you." He laughed and I thought he was teasing me.

    "Yeah, right." I giggled softly.

    "No, really." He nodded. "You know, I didn't even want..." he
cleared his throat, "...I was gonna be a pediatrician."

    "What?" I narrowed my eyes in the thin light.

    "Yeah, that thing about looking for a sponsor and all that, uh..."
He shrugged. "I wasn't ever gonna get a PhD, not until that morning. I
just wanted a good excuse."

    "Oh, I don't believe you."

    "I swear." He laughed. "You have no idea how much paperwork I had
to do in order to get enrolled before you found out."

    "You weren't a student?" I stared at him, thinking he had to be
kidding me now.

    "I was, once, but no I graduated in '17 and went to Boston to
work." He shook his head. "I was just back for some copies of my
transcripts, see my old Profs, you know, and then I was supposed to be
at an interview that afternoon."

    "A baby doctor, huh?" I giggled.

    "I hadn't looked at DNA since my third year at medical school."
Cory sighed.

    "Now look at you." I kissed him. "My prot�g�."

    "Is that what I am?" Cory kissed me. "That's...Good. There's worse
things I could be."

    "I want you inside me." I whispered.

    "Turn around." Cory grinned and we were soon spooning, Cory
sliding his hard cock into my ass from behind while I turned my head,
kissing him awkwardly.

    "What ever happened to the girl?" I wondered breathlessly and Cory
pushed inside me nice and hard and deep, making me bite my lip.

    "What girl?" He whispered, kissing my neck and reaching around my
to hold my tits while we fucked, knowing exactly what I liked in bed.

    I had my knees drawn up high, giving the man my asshole completely
and Cory didn't let me down. He finally moved, straddling my hip as I
stayed on my side, kissing me hard while he pumped his cock in and out
of my rectum quickly. I held him, our tongues wrestling almost
violently as I felt him thrusting into my body. God, how I loved that,
being stretched and opened by his thickness. I surrendered to him
completely, fucking him back as best I could, until his swollen
manhood spasmed in the depths of my ass. Cory was filling me with
sperm while we panted for air, red faced and smiling, licking our lips
and holding each other tightly.

    "You had fun, huh?" Dana giggled as I found her in the kitchen.

    "Oh." I shrugged and maybe even blushed a bit, but that was all
Dana and she never changed.

    "Who was on top?" She asked and I gasped, pinching her hip as I
sat down.

    "Be nice," I told her. "He'll be out in a minute. Cory's taking a
shower."

    "I am nice." Dana laughed and looked at her son. "Eat all your
cereal, big boy."

    "Morning." Cory came into the kitchen finally, damp and pink and
totally cute.

    "Hi." Dana smiled at him. "Coffee? How'd you sleep?"

    "Yeah, please...I'll get it, where's the cups?" Cory waved her back
down. "I slept great. Thanks."

    "Left cupboard." Dana pointed. "Good, cause, I know that hide-away
bed is kinda lumpy, makes some people toss and turn all night."

    "Stop!" I rolled my eyes.

    "What?" Dana grinned and Cory blushed. "It did wonders for John,
listening to you guys. He woke up in a happy mood."

    "Uh-Huh...Whoa, don't sit down yet." I looked at Cory. "Go get your
stethoscope."

    "What? Why?" He made a face.

    "Cause! Steve wants to be a doctor when he grows up." I grinned.
"He needs stethoscope."

    "Okay." Cory laughed.

    "Bring all that stuff, give Stevie a checkup." I grinned. "Now
that I know you're a pediatrician."

    "You are?" Dana looked at Cory and he shrugged.

    "I was gonna be." He sighed.

    "I seduced him to the dark side." I grinned.

    "What?" Dana looked at me. "You mean he works for..."

    "No!" I made a face of my own. "God no...He works for me and I don't
work for them anymore."

    "Okay, good." Dana nodded and we sat quietly for a moment,
remembering a past that was both good and bad.

    "Hey buddy, guess what this is for!" Cory was back, showing Steve
how a stethoscope worked and he was pretty good with kids. It was fun
watching them together.

    "You wanna listen to your Aunt Jenny's heart?" Cory asked.

    "Now you know why we brought that along." I giggled.

    "I hear it, mommy!" The little boy's blue eyes got big as he
listened to my heart beating.

    "I know you do." Dana grinned and clapped her hands. "Aunt Jenny's
got a big heart, doesn't she?"

    Dana kissed her son and I just smiled.





    End of Part 16
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