It’s déja-vu all over again

When you die and go to heaven you’ll have to change planes in Atlanta.

That was an old saying in the south. Everything went through Atlanta.  Now with direct and non-stop flights you don’t have to fly south to go north. The wait in Atlanta was sometimes hours. Rumor has it the some guy was there so long that he started getting his mail there. It’s just a rumor. That was back before they built Hartsfield International. The planes are still late to arrive and leave but it’s alot nicer waiting for them. 

The problem was I wasn’t in Atlanta. I was sitting in Raleigh, North Carolina. For everything that was bad about the old Atlanta airport, when you got to Raleigh it was literally the end of the line.  Even being the state capital and having three major universities it was still felt like a small town.

This was in 1969 and here I found myself sitting in some cramped plastic chair waiting for the last flight from Atlanta. Of course it was delayed. For some reason Alice always flew the old National Airways whenever she could. They weren’t the best but they were even friendlier then Delta most of the time. 

The nine PM arrival was pushed back to 9:45 which really meant ten. I cursed my stubbornness at not calling to check but I needed this time. I had to think. I used to know what a normal life was but now I wasn’t so sure. 

Years ago I was looking forward to a nice quiet bachelors life. Even after Alice, my girlfriend of several years left I was still happy to do my thing. Life goes on as they say. After all I had a house that’s mostly mine, a good job and a few friends. I knew my neighbors and we even help each other, not like some places in this country.

It all would have been fine except for a certain five-year-old that came to stay. She was my brothers daughter and was considered, I guess, excess baggage when her dad took a job out of town and mom went back to a job, which had a lot of traveling in it.   Jennifer was okay the first year and even most of the second, but now? What was I going to do now?

For all intents my live in niece was also my live in girlfriend. She announced that to me one afternoon. I tried to blow it off as a kid thing, but it didn’t work. I didn’t mind it much because we liked the same things. So everything was cool, except for the fact she was almost eight and going into third grade.  She acted in every way like an almost eight year old. She had no clue as to sex, except what she learned on the play ground. Which was okay with me. As far as I was concerned it was still uncle and niece.

The only problem was that she was very jealous of her new found role. Don’t ask me why. She could be so open and funny one minute and a switch could be flipped when she saw someone as a threat. Her hazel eyes grew dark and the mini she-devil was loose. I guess it was because she was only six. Or it could have been in her genes or just the fact she was female. I couldn’t figure any of them out.

All this was going through my head as I sat at the gate waiting for my former girlfriend, Alice, to arrive. She had promised four days of mind-blowing sex. The exact phrase she used was, “I just want to use your body.” After years of self-abuse I was ready for some real sex. Even with the differences in our relationship and how we broke-up, sex with Alice was always great. 

 I thought back to the last time that we were together.  Like they say in stories, it was a dark and dreary night.

It was the night Alice left left to go back to Chicago. I thought it was going to be a normal Friday night. We had supper at Chris’ and drove our cars back to my place. I thought I was looking forward to a weekend with her. She had just finished her Masters at UNC-Chapel Hill. It was time to celebrate and turn loose. I had plans but Alice had her own.

That night it wasn’t the best sex I’d ever had. Hell, it wasn’t even sex. We had gotten each other worked up as usual and Alice climbed on top of me. I can still feel her slide down on me. Then she just sat there and wiggled a little. I was stroking her hips wondering when she was going to start, when she climbed off me and the bed.

As I was lying there wondering what was up, I watched her get dressed. “I can’t do it Gene. I have to go.” She said, while pulling up her jeans. “I’m leaving for Chicago.”

“What's the rush?” I was stunned. I really didn’t get it. “There’s no flights out this late,” I was talking to her back as she put on her blouse.

“I’m driving home. The cars packed. I’m leaving Chapel Hill. I’m leaving the south and I’m leaving you. You’ve been fun Gene but I need more. I’m sorry about leaving like this. I thought one last night...one last fuck. But I can’t. I really have to go.”  Before I could say anything else she walked out.

The whole time she got dressed she never looked at me. I didn’t even believe it until I heard her car pull away. Even when Jennifer and I saw her at Chris’ it seemed like last night.

“National Flight 1821 from Atlanta arriving.”  Well just damn, 9:35.

I knew she would be one of the first off the plane. She had been flying first class so long that even in a 727 she would be in the first couple of rows. And she was.

Alice came bouncing through the door first and she was definitely eatable.  Long blond hair that wasn’t tied back for a change. Light pink top, a hint of her nipples and full red lips. However it was the mini-skirt that caught my eye and every other male at the gate. She had on a tie-dye masterpiece about the size of extra large handkerchief.  It almost covered her upper thighs. With every step in her heels the damn thing bounced-UP. You gotta love a girl like that.

Her smile turned up one hundred and twenty percent when she walked toward me. Before I could say anything she had her arms around me and was holding on with everything she had. If Alice was wearing a bra I couldn’t feel it. Her nipples were grinding in my chest and her leg was searching for my crotch. But it was that first kiss that got my attention. The pressure of her lips and her tongue running across my teeth found a way in and it was over. She drove her tongue in my mouth as far as it would go and started dueling with my tonsils. 

I remember telling Chris the story years later and I really couldn’t tell him if I took a breath or not. But I do remember after Alice stopped raping my mouth she was looking at me and smiling. “No underwear?”  All this time her leg was between mine rubbing up and down. “Is that a 2x4 or are you just glad to see me.” It was something a mutual friend said once.

“I never wear them on the weekend. You know that.” 

For that remark I received the ‘someone in this room is stupid’ look and it isn’t me. “Its Monday, lover.” From thirty-three to seven they all had that look down pat.

“Pretend its Sunday night,” I quickly replied.  You do remember what happens on Sunday night?”

I could feel a slight shiver pass through her body, as she pulled closer. “Are you good for three times?”

“Three times?” Now I was curious. Sundays was usually twice. Three? Damn I was getting harder by the minute. If I didn’t stop her leg action on my erection, there would be a VERY embarrassing and very wet moment. I looked over her head and saw the rest of the passengers were giving us room in our little corner of the gate. But the eyes, gasps and chuckles were enough to convince me to take it somewhere else before security arrived.

“Did you bring real luggage or did you just bring a case of the hornies?”

Alice finally looked around and giggled as her fellow passengers continued to walk by. “I suppose draping me over one of these chairs and screwing me is out of the question?”

“Not unless you want to make the news on all three channels.” Well double shit, I thought, I might kill the Olds but I’d get her to the house in record time.

“Let’s go get my luggage, sailor.” She broke our embrace and was walking away. She stopped about ten feet away and turned around. Alice gave me one of those eyebrow things like Spock (Mr not DR) and walked back.

“When a woman says she’s going to fuck you, three times before the sun comes up you follow, so I don’t get distracted, understand?” Alice whispered in my ear. She was looking in my eyes as I took her hand and placed it on my crotch.

Her fingers raked the length of my totally hard erection. Alice kept smiling at me. But little beads of sweat were on her upper lip. “Can’t walk, huh? It’s a wonder you haven’t passed out from lack of blood.”

She slowly lifted her arms around my neck and pulled me close. It wasn’t another mouth raping but she wasn’t helping my problem. After she broke that kiss she whispered, “I’ll get my bags. When you’re presentable you can get the car.”

She turned around and started to walk away. Over her shoulder in a voice just loud enough for everyone to hear, “You should have worn underwear.”

In a voice even louder I replied, “Iron underwear wouldn’t have done a damn thing.”

“All I heard was her laughing down the concourse and applause from her fellow passengers and ground crew.

As I watched her bounce down the concourse I looked real hard, along with all the guys and even some of the women.

Was SHE wearing underwear?

XxXxXxX

When Alice finally slid into the front seat there was still a smile on her face. “Took you long enough? You couldn’t have stayed hard that long. Why did you shut off the car?”

The grin must have given it away. I shot her the piece sign. You know the one.  Where you invert the peace symbol and stick your thumb through it. It was really popular at the bars I use to go to in the Mediterranean. “A couple of guys at the gate asked for your phone number and then asked if you had a sister. One in particular”

“No shit? The cute one with the Beetles cut?” She was looking for some kind of reaction.

I shook my head. “Not even close. I guess you don’t want to know what the ground crew said.

It was Alices turn to shake her head. “Show a little and every Andy and Barney gets the hornies.”

Still smiling I said, “Do you remember the guy sitting across from you on the plane?”

That made her stop for a second. “Sure, older businessman from...Durham, I think. Why?

I reached into my shirt pocket and pulled out a neatly folded new fifty and handed it to her.

“He wanted to express his gratitude for giving him the best flight he’s ever had. He must of been almost sixty. Did you flash him?”

She smiled and tucked the bill in her top right between her breasts. “We just talked but you know how it is on those airplanes. I really liked the conversation and well. I moved the arm up so I could see him better.”

“So you did flash him?” I loved her game.

“Well, ya I did. So, no problem and we made fifty bucks?”

“The problem is Mrs. businessman is going to have her sleep disturbed any time now.” I replied. I was looking down were her mini-skirt barely covered her butt. 

“I hope he keeps her up all night. Now can we drive so I can keep you up all night?” 

As I pulled away from the curb Alice pulled her blouse out of her skirt. Pulling the mini a little higher. “Keep your eyes on the road, sailor.”

“Are you wearing underwear, Alice?” I could see a little brown hair poking out from under the skirt. Double shit it was hard to drive at night.

“Yes I am, nosy.” Then she giggled. “Keep your eyes on the road.”

Alices' hand slid between my legs. After a few strokes over my jeans she looked over to me. “What happened? Where did tiny go?”

“I thought it was a 2x4?”

“Awww, don’t worry sailor. It will be again and again.” For some reason I started to get worried. The words were right. From the tone in her voice, she was having way too much fun. “ I just want to do something, okay?” Just keep your eyes on the road. And for gods’ sake keep it below the speed limit. 

Her hands went to the zipper and worked it down. Her hand snaked its way down my stomach and found what it was looking for.

“Lift up Gene. It’s stuck.” 

“It’s not stuck, Alice. It’s getting hard again.” I lifted a little while going around the entrance ramp to 40. The right tires hit the edge. Alices head came up.

“Gene, please keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the steering wheel.” In the darkness of the highway I couldn’t see her eyes but her voice sounded different, impatient. “ Get off on Wade and head downtown. You can slow down, I’m in no hurry.”

Not in a hurry? What the shit was she talking about? No real sex for years. Clean sheets on the bed. Jennifer tucked away at Marys house for at least two nights. And she’s grabbing for my Johnson. 

“If I don’t hurry, Alice, I’m going to have to clean the upholstery tomorrow. Why go downtown?” It was getting harder to drive.

Alice pulled my cock out and slowly stoked it. “You know I really missed this.”

I didn’t know if she meant being with me. Maybe she was remembering the usual playing around we use to do. She totally ignored my question.

As we merged into the flow I figured about twenty minutes before I got the Wade Avenue exit. I looked around and didn’t see any other cars.

Slowly Alice bent over to my side of the seat and put her head in my lap. I could feel her breath on my hard cock. “Make sure you don’t close your eyes. What ever you do don’t get stopped by the cops, okay?” she whispered.

Before I could say anything her lips circled the head of my penis and she lowered her head. The warmth I felt was incredible as her mouth swallowed everything I had. She had deep throating down to an art.

As she pulled back up along my cock, her teeth lightly scrapped the sides. But it was her tounge that was driving me crazy. It felt like she was trying to wrap it around my shaft as she plunged back down.

I slowly closed my eyes as I got lost in the feeling of Alice’s mouth on me. A car coming up in the next lane opened them back up again. After my heart resumed its normal machine gun pace I felt her teeth dragging on my very hard cock. 

Normally this might have been a turn off but not tonight. With Alice sitting sideways as she swallowed me, she turned her head slightly to the side. As she pulled out she lightly dragged her teeth along my length. Gods it felt great.

In the glow of the dash lights I could see her wiggling in her seat. Her thighs rubbing together. Her head was bobbing up and down in time to the tremors that pulsed through my body. Her breathing was getting louder as she tried to force more air in her lungs. With all of her effort Alice’s hair was starting to stick to the side of her face. 

I dropped one hand to her head and stroked back the hair that was covering her. The sight of her bobbing down on my lap coupled with seeing the head pushing against her cheek hurried the inevitable orgasm.

I could feel it starting deep between my leg and I could only smile. “Alice? I’m almost there. Shit this is great.”

All she did was a quick nod of her head and a “hum hum”. Her mouth never left me. She doubled her efforts and added a hand at the base of my penis as she stroked the bottom half. Her mouth teased the tip.

As my sperm rushed up and into her mouth, I looked down the head I continued to stroke. The dark hair was matted over her ears and down the back of her neck. I started to laugh like I hadn’t in ages. It was so incredible. 

My eyes went back to the road just to make sure we weren’t headed for the ditch.

Alice was lying on my legs as she swallowed all my cum. Through the wisps of brunette hair I could see her cheeks and throat as she swallowed. That alone almost made me hard again.

We stayed like that until her tongue started to tickle the head. Finally she raised up and tucked me back in my pants. Her eyes were down on my crotch but the grin on her face was priceless.

Finally she sat back in her seat. Alice had the same smile as she looked at me through her blond hair. “Thanks for letting me do that, sailor.” 

There was a slight pause as if she wondered if she should continue. I looked at her and had a few thoughts of my own. First was that was the best orgasm I’d had since Alice left years ago. If I never got it up again I’d die a happy man. The second was that Alice was a blond not a brunette. True it was out of a bottle. Still she had been blond ever since she was fifteen. I really needed to get my eyes checked. Then again it probably was the streetlights.

In the few seconds that took I looked over to were Alice was sitting. Her eyes were still locked on mine. “That was fantastic, Alice. I’m not complaining but why now?”

Alice looked at me with the same grin. “It’s another fantasy.  I’ve always wanted to try. Growing up daddy always insisted I use cabs or his limo. I never had the chance to park and neck like most kids. Everyone went down to Lincoln Park or the North Shore to make out. Me? I stayed home or went to the theater or was the trophy daughter on his arm at some party. Later at Northwestern it just never happened. College kids use the dorms or some apartment. Sluts used cars.”

“Do you have any more fantasies?” As I said that my own imagination went into overdrive. It seemed she still had more fantasies than I had.

“Just a couple, sailor. You took care of most of them years ago.

“Sex in the snow?” I replied. That was a particular fun and dangerous one. Not only was it on a ski trip to Beech Mountain but the temperature was in the high twenties. We didn’t move far enough off the slopes and we almost got run over by a beginner. Of course he almost hit a tree watching us.

“...And in the, in the ocean, on the kitchen table, and in that little park in Cary,” Alice finished my thought. “That flight we took to the islands, was great. If we do that again lets pick a larger plane. The bathrooms are larger on 707’s ”

“You already check them out.” It wasn’t a question.

“Of course,” Alice replied. “A girl has to keep her eyes open for any opportunity.” 

Right now her eyes were on me. I had gotten my rocks off but Alice was still squirming in her seat. Work, work, work I thought. 

I got off at Wade Ave. and looked back at my ex girlfriend “Where are we going, Alice?”

“Down to the hotel the company uses on Fayetteville Street.” Alice’s eyes sparkled as we went under a street light. “Daddy made the arrangements for the trip and I upgraded them. I think you’ll like the changes.”

“Why bother with the hotel? We use to have a lot of fun at my place, remember?”

Alices' hands went back to my lap but her eyes stayed on me. “Several reasons, sailor. First daddy made the arrangements and he’ll check to see if I stayed there. Second he’s still not happy with you for dumping me.”

“I didn’t dump you...” I tried to set the record straight.

“Yes you did, Gene McGuire. You panicked and refused to go with me to Chicago!” 

I sensed an argument coming on. It was time to dodge the bullet. “Any other reasons for not going to my place? Jennifer will be at Mary’s for a few days and I don’t have to be to work till noon tomorrow.

“Just three,” Alice replied. I’m horny, the hotel is closer, and we have a king size bed.” Alice looked at me for a reaction.

I couldn’t fault her logic, considering I had a queen size at my place. Besides her hand was still on my lap.

As I turned toward downtown, there was a nagging thought in the back of my head.  I couldn’t get a handle on it but it seemed to be important. We had spent so many years together we could finish each others thoughts most of the time. The other half of most thoughts were X-rated. 

That was it!

“So tell me Alice, what about these negotiations with Jennifer? What's your half of the deal?” As I said it I started to get a chill. The creepy kind. The Ann kind of creepy.

The smile on her face disappeared as she looked at me. “It’s not anything like that, Gene.” 

“So what does Jen get for you getting four days of sex with me?” The hairs were standing up on my arms now.  I knew I wasn’t going to like this. 

“Don’t get mad at Jennifer, Gene.” There was a sad puppy look in her eyes. “It was my idea. It really was. Besides you guys need a break from each other. She said you were starting to get a little bitchy.”

“Bitchy?” It seemed my Jennifer had learned a new word, double shit.

“Sorry, she said grumpy or something like that. Bitchy is the grown up version.  Any way she asked for some help,” Alice answered a little too quickly.

Visions of me balls deep in Alices’ best friends’ ass flashed in my head. Alice and Ann had negotiated a deal for the use of my body. Ann got ass fucked by me and Alice was the audience.

Suddenly I started going blind as lights and sirens started going off in my mind. I lost control of the car as Alice screamed. “GENE! WAKE UP! It’s not like that. It’s not like Ann, I told you that.

As my head cleared we bumped over the curb. I swerved back onto the road. “You’re damn right it’s not like Ann.” I was really pissed off now,  “If it’s remotely like Ann, you’re on the next plane. I’m not going to have sex with Jennifer. I told you that. Ever!”

Alice’s voice was a lot calmer than mine was. “I know you told me but did you tell her?”

“Her who?” What the hell was she talking about?

“Jennifer, you stupid long dick, redneck refugee from Mayberry.” Alice sounded like she was having a lot more fun than I was. I was really afraid now. “Did you ever tell Jennifer that you wouldn’t have sex with her? I bet you didn’t.” Even in the glow of the streetlights I could see the start of another smile on her face.

“Of course not. How do I tell my almost eight year old niece that I won’t have sex with her. Hell, she doesn’t even know what sex is.”

Remember the phrase, Say anything but that? Alice had one of those moments.

“Are you sure?” She asked.

 “Look Alice, I’m really damn sure. After that night we were in Chris’ and all that talk about fucking, and what ever, she asked me, “what's fucking”? She had absolutely no fucking clue.” I was still pissed at Alice but now I wasn’t so sure. “Besides I don’t think things could have changed a lot in less than a week,” I added.

“Sailor, you’d be surprised. What a week can do.” Alice was grinning now. Her incredible white teeth reflecting the light.  “So tell me Mister man of the world, I know you told her you love her, but have you kissed her on the lips?”

TRIPLE SHIT!

“No!”

“”No?”

“I said no, Alice.” 

“I saw your lips move but you didn’t say anything. I lived with you longer than any other guy. I know you Gene McGuire. You did, didn’t you? I can see it in your eyes.” It wasn’t a question.

What the hell was I to do? So I confessed. “After I picked her up at Linda’s place we were on the couch and the next thing I know she is kissing the palm of my hand, telling me I don’t have to kiss her back. Then she tells me she loves me. She fell asleep and I put her to bed. While she was sleeping I kissed her on the lips. She never woke up.”

“So what's this secret kiss thing?”

Alice must have heard the sigh as I tried to get my head on straight. I wondered if they were conspiring against me. How long had they talked?

 “That was something I started when she announced she was going to be my girlfriend.” I was totally lost. “I tried to dodge kissing on her lips so I made up that secret kiss thing.”

Alices laugh broke my concentration on the road. “Well it’s not a secret anymore, sailor. She told me that last night. The kiss on the palm was really sweet, though. All she could do was talk about how she felt after.”

“Thanks a lot Alice,” sarcasm was just dripping from my voice. “You’ve been a really big help. Wait a minute.” I had a light bulb over my head moment. “You called Jennifer last night?” I hadn’t heard the phone ring.

No you dope. She called me at the hotel. You left my number on the table. We had a really great talk. Good thing you work for the Phone Company. Your bill is going to be huge this month. We talked every night last week, after you went to bed.”

I really needed to check on my Long Distance.

“ Let me get this right. My Jennifer called you to get tips on being a girlfriend?”  I was getting deeper and deeper in hog waste. “So what is your half of the deal?” I had no idea what it could be but it had to be pretty big. 

“Jennifer asked for me to take her to Chicago for a visit. That's all.”

” That's all?” I mumbled under my breath. “Into the fucking lions den.”

“If it’s what I think you said, yes, that's all, Gene.” I could see the smile still on her face. “When you’re pissed off you’re really going to have to learn to speak up.” 

I hate it when she has this much fun.

XxXxXxX

Alice checked in as I helped the bellhop unload her bags.

“You guys sure do have a lot of stuff.” The young bellhop, whose name tag read “Sam”, said as he piled bag six or seven on the cart. 

“This stuff is all hers,” I replied.

“No shit.” Suddenly his head came up. “I didn’t mean to say all that. It’s not my place.” 

“That's okay. Miss Cunningham always packs like this.”

“ If you don’t mind me askin’, you from around here? I know the lady is a Yankee but you sorta sound like a local,” He asked as bag eight or nine was stacked on one through four.

“Born and raised here.” I replied.

“Your lady has a lot of class.” 

“More than a normal man can handle.” I replied. If he only knew the truth.

After that there wasn’t much else to say.

The three of us rode the elevator to the sixth floor in silence. Sam kept glancing at Alice. Taking in her looks and how she stood there. Alice just watched the numbers wind up to the top floor.

Sam unloaded all the bags in the room, collected his tip and closed the door.

Alice looked at me and said, “What was all that about?”

“What?”

“All that talking with the bellhop.” 

She didn’t seem to be upset, just curious. “Just two good ol’ boys talking about Grand National racing and purty women folk.” 

I guess my slipping into character amused her because she started to laugh. “Your such a liar Gene McGuire. You hate NASCAR, but thanks for the pretty comment.” 

I sighed as another bullet was dodged. “No harm done telling the truth.” 

I sat on the edge of the bed admiring the view. The room was real nice. Two rooms actually. The real view was Alice walking around the room checking out everything.

“Still, I didn’t like the way he undressed me with his eyes,” Alice said checking out a small bar there was a slight frown that turned off as she started to attack the piles of bags. “I only need to take two to your place. The rest can stay here till I go back.”

I looked at Alices back as she pawed though her luggage. I had a wonderful view of her exposed butt and the tops of her thighs. I was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing panties. “If you must know I did the same thing when you came off the plane,” I replied.

Alice looked over her shoulder and smiled. “I was hoping for that. It was all for you.  Why do you think Lurch and Gomez is doing so well. Even the hint of sex sells.”

“Well I’m sold. Just one thing.”

“Yes, sailor?”

“Your not wearing anything under that mini, are you?” I asked.

Alice slowly rose to her feet and faced me.

“”I told you I was, Gene.” Alice was smiling again. “Do I have to prove it?”

“I’m the one sitting down, I replied. “Why don’t you show me, slowly.”

“Why is it guys like strippers?” Alice asked as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Her hips swaying to some imaginary music.

“It’s the pervert in me, I guess.” I replied.  

“Back from your Navy days, I suppose? You’re going to love this. The smile was priceless. So were her fingers as the worked the last of the buttons on her shirt.  Under the shirt I caught a glimpse of a scrap of light blue material.

“That's some bra you have on, Alice,” I said.

“Glad you like it. The panties match, sort of,” Alice replied. The smile never left her face. “Now shut up and sit back.”

Sort of, I thought? I leaned back on the bed, resting on my elbows, as she moved closer, dancing to her own beat.  I could feel myself starting to get hard again. This was going to be good.

Slowly Alice lowered the shirt off her shoulders. The first glimpse of her breasts brought back a flood of memories. They were exactly like I remembered them.
All those nights after she left I relived the days and nights we spent together. Stroking myself, late at night, as I imagined sucking on her nipples. Kissing and licking the ticklish spot between her bellybutton and vagina. Then there was the smell of her arousal, as she became as excited as I was.

The pale blue bra barely held her breasts, as her blouse hit the floor. All I could do was smile like a horny teenager.

“That's a right purrty top you have on, mam.” I hoped the phony accent would relieve the nervousness I was feeling.  The other reason was to avoid shooting off in my pants. I was as hard as I was at the airport.

Alice still had that same smile. “You can knock off the awe shucks shit. I have you were I want you, sailor. Your all mine tonight.”

 Her hands went to the waistband of her skirt. Slowly Alice started to slide it down over her hips.  All I saw was flesh as her fingers stopped their descent.
There were several inches of skin between her bellybutton and the top of her skirt. It was just short of the promised land. If she was wearing underwear of any kind it was a lot smaller than what she used to wear.

“Still think there’s no underwear?” She asked.

“Sure doesn’t look like it, Alice”, I replied. I was still drooling watching her fingers playing with her skirt. In fact that's one hell of a all over tan you have. You didn’t get that in Chicago.

“Last winter in Nice, France and a lot of trips to California this year,” Alice replied. “I had to do something while my ex was playing house.” Her finger lingered on the waistband of her mini. “I thought you wanted to look, not talk. Don’t break the mood, Gene, just strip!”

I could take a hint.

I scooted back up against the headboard leaving a trail of clothes.

Alices’ eyes were focused between my legs as the private show continued. 

“I'm glad to see I still have your attention,” Alice said as she turned away and fingers pushed her skirt past her hips.

In one quick movement the mini hit the floor and I was staring at two beautifully tanned butt cheeks. Then I noticed a thin strip of material circling her hips. It was the same color as her bra. There was a second piece of colored cloth that reminded me of dental floss. It was running down between her cheeks of her ass and disappeared between them.

As Alice wiggled her ass at me she looked over her shoulder at me. ”See? I am wearing underwear.”

Have you ever seen a bulldog drool? If you took a picture of me right then, that was it. “I don't know what it is, but its not like any I’ve seen outside of a strip club,” I replied. 

Slowly she turned around and the blue strip around her waist was holding up the smallest scrap of material I’d ever seen. It was the same color except for the darker wet patch at the bottom. It was fantastic.

“That's one hell of a g-string you’re wearing.” For some reason my throat went dry at that moment. “I haven’t seen anything like that in years. Of course you make the last person I saw look like a starving little boy.”

All the years Alice and I were together I always liked how she looked and I told her often. Something about Mid-West girls and meat and potatoes or something. She had everything and a lot of it. Around here we call it being big boned.  She was five foot eight, around one twenty or thirty, great breasts and nipples that liked to be played with. The rest was, well, Alice. A pair of hips just meant to be held on too. Long legs with thighs that meant business if they wrapped around you. She broke a pair of my sunglasses on a ski trip to Beech Mountain, but that's another story.

All she could do was grin. Not smile, but like someone who just found out there really was a Santa Claus and he brought a steak.

I was dead meat. Happy dead meat but still dead meat. 

Alice kneeled on the bed and crawled between my legs. Her hands began stroking my stomach. “Wanna touch? It won’t bit you know,” she smiled down at me.

“I don’t know about that,” I replied as I reached down to touch what I’d only dreamed about for years. “I can remember a time or two...”

“I bet you can, sailor,” Alice interrupted. “Keep on doing what your doing and you’ll have a whole new set of memories.” Her hand slid down and her fingers wrapped around my very hard erection. We’re going to have a lot of fun this week.”

My fingers stroked the edges of the g-string. The bottom of the triangle of cloth didn’t quite cover the lips of her vagina. The floss like string must have been a little tight because every time my fingertips stroked the edges they grazed the folds of her pussy. The quick breaths and little moans told me she liked it almost as much as I was.

Alice looked down at me with that beautiful smile. “Keep those fingers going, Gene. I’m almost ready. I’m going to make up for the last time, okay?

 With someone like Alice you could love anything you did. In the years we lived together we went to some of the worst places in the Carolinas and loved it.  Even the dumbest conversations were fun. But the sex was just fantastic. We had grown to know each others bodies intimately. Not much talking, just playing, touching and stroking.

“Shhh, just come here and kiss me,” I whispered. I didn’t even want to think about the night she left, but of course I did. So did Alice.

“That was along time ago Gene.” Again I heard the same sadness in her voice I had heard over the phone. “Double shit, I wanted this to be a sexy fun night and here I go again,” Alice whispered.

I reached for her and pulled her close.  “The night is still early, we have all night,” I whispered in her ear. “Besides, it was my fault. I wasn’t a very good boyfriend. I let the best thing I had get away.”

“Yes you were. You just made a bad fiancee,” she said as she smiled at me. “Now I’m going to show you what we missed.”

With that Alice slowly slid her way down my body. Small kisses and quick licks marked the path of her descent. Small kisses around my chest. A lick and nibble on each of my nipples. They were already hard but the attention they received made them strain a little more.

“I see you remembered all of my spots,” I whispered.

Alice looked up with another smile on her face. “How can I forget? That was one of my memories. Do you know how hard it is to find a guy that likes his nipples played with?” 

Alice laid her head on my chest and idly stroked the nipples in question. “Most guys think it’s a little faggy if someone plays with their nips,” Alice continued. “The truth is, they’re as much a turn on for a guy as a girl. Same nerve ending and such.

“I’ve only found a couple of guys that like it.” Alice lowered her head and gently blew across them. They got harder, if that was possible. “You’re the only one who asked me to do it. I like someone who’s so open about that sort of stuff.”

That's me Mr. Open for anything.” I replied. The next thought was, time for the main event. 

Alice had the same thought.

I had goose bumps as she slid her lips further south over my stomach. I felt her breath, on my skin, as she continued to kiss around my navel. 

It seemed I wasn’t the only one who remembered what it was like. If I was right it was going to get very interesting. 

I finally felt her tongue licking on the head of my penis.  Her breath was disturbing the short and curlies between my legs. 

“Oh-h shit Alice. That feels great!” I mumbled, trying to look down at the top of her head.  

Alice didn’t even look up as she said, “It should, its what we’ve always done, remember?” With that I could feel her lips form a perfect O as she swallowed me.

Double shit, how could I forget that? Even the dreams weren’t this good. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed it. It was Alice’s turn for some fun.

Her lips and tongue swirled around my penis bathing it with her mouth. Just like I remembered, only better.

As she moved around between my legs her mouth never left me. Her eyes sparkled. 

Finally she slowly raised her head and my penis glistened as she pushed the g-string down her hips and down her legs. “Here you go Sailor, a late birthday present for you.”

She tossed the g-string to me. It was very wet. I saw what she had between her legs for the first time in three years. The moisture that coated material and her pubic hair was also starting to run down her legs.

Alice looked down at herself and smiled. “I was going to get you to eat me but I think I’m wet enough already.” 

Alice straddled my hips. There was intense concentration on her face. With one hand she pressed on my stomach and the other guided my penis into her. Her fingers spread her lower lips as the head sunk in.

Through half closed eyes she looked at me. I could feel her hips jerking up and down she worked more of me into her. “Gods, Gene, I forgot how great this is. Just a little more... ummmmm.”

It seemed like hours but I finally felt her resting on my crotch. There were a few tentative wiggles and then a giggle.

This is really weird Gene.” My ex was smiling again. Her mood was broken. “Your pubes are really ticklish.” 

I quickly bounced her up with my hips. She followed by raising her hips up. I pushed my hips back down as quickly and her legs collapsed as she followed suit. Her eyes widened as she bounced off my pubic bone. The little breath she took wiped the smile off her face.

Looking straight at me she raised up about half way. Then crashed back down.  She adjusted slightly, forcing my hard penis to slide on an angle. This worked for her, just fine. Alice continued to drop down on me faster and faster. Her breathing was getting shorter and shorter as her stomach muscles started to clench.

And me? Well as the old saying went, ‘The worst I’d ever had was just fantastic.’ This time it was about a thousand times better that fantastic. 
I had just finished going through the grocery list and was starting on picking a color to paint the house. It wasn’t working.

“I’m close, Alice.” Suddenly I realized my breathing was becoming a little ragged.  I put both of my hands on the tops of her thighs.

“Don’t wait on me, Sailor,” came Alice’s reply. 

Her voice had dropped a little lower. I knew that she had already had at least one small orgasm.

Alice had changed her pace. Now she was moving back and forth. As she tried to get the maximum pressure pulling the folds of her vagina against her clit.

 I closed my eyes and smiled. I felt the tightness in my groin. It was only a matter of time. A matter of seconds not minutes

“Now...would be...a good time...to cum,” Alice informed me. I looked at her abdomen as it clenched and relaxed. Only to tighten again.

The only thing I felt from the waist down was my cum as it spurted into Alice. All I could hear was my own breathing. I couldn’t help it but I had to laugh as I pumped load after load into her.

I was still dribbling into her as she collapsed on my chest. 

“It’s going to slip out like that,” I informed her. Already it was shrinking and sliding out.

I felt her breasts crushed on my chest.  “I don’t have the energy to move,” was Alices reply. “You really liked that, huh?”

“You could tell?”

“The laugh gave it away, sailor. You only do that when it’s really good.” 

Alice was quiet for awhile. “Where did all that cum come from?”

I thought she was crazy, but I didn’t understand the question. “Well sperm is made inside the male in the..”

Alice suddenly sat up laughing and thumped me on the chest. “Gods you’ve gotten stupid in the last three years. The volume not the biology, Gene. You blew a huge load down my throat in the car and now I’m leaking all over the bed. We didn’t even pull the spread off.”

“And I’ve fallen out,” I told her.

“Oh shit! Sorry Gene.” Alice seemed anything but sorry. “That's two. Let’s take a nap.”

“Two?” I replied. I guess I was still numb from the brain down.

“Remember? Three times tonight, not two. Are you up for it?”

“Well if you insist. But if you have a heart attack don’t blame me.” I replied. 

I got a another thump on my chest for that. “You’re the one who’ll need a doctor.”

Happy dead meat, I thought again.