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Love At First Sight Part 1 By Jeremy Spencer Copyright 2004
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   Author's Note: The following is a fictional story.  In it, fictional
characters have hot, sweaty, unprotected, fictional sex.  They live in a
fictional world without fictional diseases.  You do not.  Be careful.  All
characters in this story are old enough to know what they're doing.  Now,
on to the show!
   *****
   Love at first sight.  Say the phrase and many people scoff, claiming
it's simply lust disguised as longing.  A false sense of belonging.  A
product of hormones and pheromones in some sort of crazy dance.  They say
love is more than visual, and of course it is, but still...
   Talk to the rest of the world, the people who know what love at first
sight really is...  and you'll get an entirely different response.
   I am in the second group.
   Love at first sight exists.  Sometimes it even works out.
   Who was it in my case?
   It was Emily Hubbard.
   I saw her for the first time the day I graduated from junior high.  She
was shy and pretty and pale and beautiful, and I knew I had to get to know
her.
   I knew the boy she was standing with was her brother Kyle, and assumed
the two adults off to the side were their parents.  I knew Kyle enough to
know his name, but aside from that we had probably talked less than a
handful of times in our eight years of schooling.  That didn't slow me down
in the least.
   "Kyle!" I shouted across the courtyard, drawing some stern looks, no
doubt, "we made it!" I reached him as he was closing in the punch bowl,
where four or five of his friends had also gathered.
   "John, right?" he asked, undoubtedly confused as to who I was and why I
was so excited to see him.  I nodded.
   "Yep, high school next year.  Gotta love that, right?"
   He gave me a look, but nodded at me.  He quickly turned and began
talking with his friends, a mob of adolescent boys standing next to the
punch bowl.
   This wasn't going the direction I had hoped, so I played my next card.
"Those your parents over there?" I asked, jerking my head toward where his
family was standing.  Subtlety was never a strong point with me.
   He looked to where I had motioned.  "Yeah...  Damn.  It's almost time to
go." I looked again and they were indeed making the general
hurry-up-we-have-to-go-or-we're-going-to-be-late gestures.
   "What are their names?" I asked, hoping.  Hoping he would say...
   "Do you want to meet them?  You could.  My dad is the coolest." Turning
around, he addressed the group of friends he was abandoning.  "You're in
charge of the punch, got it?  Make sure everyone has a good time."
   He leered as they gave him knowing looks.  It wasn't until that exchange
that I saw the thin silver flask being passed from hand to hand, just out
of sight of the chaperones.  A good time indeed.  Distracted, I wondered
just how drunk an entire group would get on such a small bit of alcohol,
when I noticed Kyle standing there.  What was he waiting for?  Oh!
   "Uh...  yeah, sure.  I'll meet your parents." And your sister!  I
silently shouted to myself.
   We walked over to where his parents and sister were standing, a little
bit back from the rest of the reception.  As we drew closer, I was able to
hear Mr.  Hubbard, a man I would grow to despise, chastising Emily,
although for what I wasn't able to tell.
   "Now you will not let this happen again.  Not today, not ever.  Do you
understand?"
   Emily nodded her head.
   "I didn't hear you, Emily.  Answer me when I ask you a question.  And
look at me.  Always look a person in the eye when they're talking to you.
Do you understand?" Emily raised her head, and I could see her eyes were
puffy from crying.
   "I understand."
   "Good.  Boys!  Congratulations.  Kyle, who's your friend?  I don't know
if we've met." Kyle went through the introductions, and I shook Mr.  and
Mrs.  Hubbard's hands and accepted their congratulations.  If they wondered
why they were suddenly being introduced to me, after Kyle and I had been in
school together for so long, they were tactful enough to not mention it.
   When it came time to meet Emily, Kyle simply waved his hand and muttered
'this is my sister.'
   "Emily," she provided, smiling at me and reaching out to shake hands
with me.
   Suddenly my mouth was as dry as a desert.  It was all I could do to
squeak out a very unmanly "hello," while all the blood rushed to my face.
   Damn puberty!
   To my horror, I quickly realized not all the blood was heading north, as
a fair amount appeared to be heading straight to my dick.  I felt my pants
grow tight and my face grow hot as I realized the power Emily already had
over me.  The simple act of seeing her smile, hearing her voice and feeling
her soft hand in mine had given me an erection!
   Emily giggled, whether from my predicament or the sudden octave shift in
my voice, I don't know.  Happily she said nothing, and no one else seemed
to notice.
   Suddenly her father turned on her.  "God dammit Emily!  What did I tell
you?  I work too hard for this family to stand around empty handed and
hungry.  Margaret," he added, turning to his wife, "why don't you teach
your daughter some responsibility for once?  Go get me and Kyle some food."
   Suddenly the gracious host, he turned back to me, "Did you want
anything? John, right?  It wouldn't be any trouble."
   I admitted I'd already eaten a plate, but would be more than happy to
help Emily get the food, 'so you and your wife can talk with Kyle.' This
got me a funny look and the assurance that Emily would be more than happy
to get everything by herself, but before he was finished I shot after her,
earning a look of gratitude and a quiet 'thank you,' that I alone could
hear.
   Glancing back I saw Mr.  Hubbard and Kyle giving me odd, unsettling
looks, but I ignored them.
   *****
   "Thanks."
   "For what?"
   "For helping out with the food, and getting me away from my dad.  He can
be pretty mean sometimes."
   "It was no problem.  I'm glad to help." This again earned me a dazzling
smile.  If it hadn't been love at first sight, I would have surely been
smitten after this.  I was awestruck.  She and I talked while waiting in
line, and I learned she was eleven to my fourteen, and would be starting
junior high in the fall.
   As she talked about her friends, I looked her over more closely and
began noticing the small details.  A wisp of hair slightly out of place. 
The way her pony tail covered, but managed to accentuate her long, elegant
neck.  How when she was listening to me talk she would never look directly
at me, instead glancing out of the corner of an eye.  How the dress she was
wearing, a simple spring dress, hung on her.  She was still very much a
girl but beginning to blossom into a woman.  From the slight bumps of her
new breasts to the way the dress curved when it hit her hips, to the way
the smooth fabric clung to and accented her round buttocks, I was in love.
At least in as much love as a fourteen year old boy can be.
   As Emily and I were nearing the first table of food, an elderly lady
ahead of us suddenly lurched backwards, nearly colliding with the two of
us. Emily took a quick hop back, and I put a hand out to steady her.  To my
dismay, as soon as we touched, I realized that the blood had again rushed
to my penis, and when I felt the soft pillows of her ass brush over my
crotch, I immediately had a full blown, very embarrassing erection.
   This time I knew she noticed, as her eyes grew wide in surprise and I
saw her quickly glance at me, but there was no outrage in her eyes, only
faint amusement.  Glancing around to see if anyone was watching, she took
her hand and cupped it over my engorged penis, gently squeezing with her
fingertips.  The feeling was electric, and I involuntarily pushed back,
enjoying the illicit contact.
   Sliding my hand down her back, I eventually let it rest on her hip,
sliding up and down as far as the first hint of the swell of her firm ass.
   I was fascinated with her dress.  At first it had appeared to be a
simple gray linen material, but as my hand slowly moved over her hip and
ass, I could feel it was much smoother, almost like silk.  I also noticed
the material had a subtle sheen to it, so while I was cupping her buttocks
in my hand the color appeared to move from gray to silver to almost black.
My heart was pounding and I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, but
Emily didn't cry out, instead pushing herself closer to me, continuing to
rub my still hard cock.
   Soon enough, however, the line cleared and we quickly pulled our hands
away.  Before we grabbed plates to bring back to her family, she again
looked back and quickly kissed me on the cheek.
   "Thanks, John." She blushed slightly, as I looked down on the top of her
head, not sure why she was thanking me.  Assuming she was grateful for my
help with the food, and that she simply didn't want to cause a scene about
my erection, I answered slowly.
   "Um...  no problem...  you're welcome."
   As we walked back to her parents and brother, I heard my name called out
and turned to see my parents walking up.  I quickly introduced them to
Emily, explained what we were doing with the plates, and found out that we
were just about ready to go.  I walked back with Emily and handed her
mother the plate I'd been carrying.  I quickly said my goodbyes to Kyle and
his seemingly distracted parents, and went back to my mom and dad, and the
three of us quickly headed off to our car.
   As we were driving back through the parking lot, we happened to pass
nearby where Emily and her family were standing.  I again heard her father,
and Kyle too, chastising her about something, the food no doubt.  As she
turned away from them, tears again filling her eyes, she saw me looking out
of the back window of our car.  I waved and gave her a smile.  She gave me
a small wave, blew a kiss my direction and turned back to her father.
   That was the last I saw of Emily for seven years.
   *****
   Like for many kids, high school was pretty much a blur.  I remember the
first day of school, finding out that Kyle's family had moved out of state
a couple weeks after graduating middle school, and of course that meant
that Emily was also gone.  No one I knew was good enough friends to even
know where they had moved, so Emily, at least for me, was gone forever.
   I don't know what I was thinking would have happened, even if they'd
stayed.  Kyle and I were not that close as friends, and I don't know how
long I would have lasted pretending to be buddies, if it was only to be
around Emily.  And because of our age difference, we wouldn't share a
school building until my senior year.  I'd be eighteen, and she would be
fifteen.  So I convinced myself it was for the best, although I never
stopped thinking about her.
   In addition to the first day of school, and the sadness at learning
Emily had moved away, I also remember the last day.  The excitement, the
anxiety, and more than anything the elation.  It was almost beyond my
comprehension that I would no longer have to sit in a homeroom class, or be
forced to attend study hall, or take all the stupid classes "they" thought
I should take, in order to be a well-rounded individual.
   In between though, it was a lot of late nights, studying just enough to
get by with grades my family would accept, and good friends.  Mostly good
friends.  I was not, and never have been a womanizer, and because of the
sudden disappearance of Emily from my life, I believe I shied away from
dating even more.
   I had good female friends, and we would hang out, and on one memorable
February in the middle of a snowstorm, I had my virginity willingly ripped
away from me by a good friend.  We were doing each other a favor, and it
was most definitely nothing to write home about!  But I had a good solid
support system in place, and they were kind enough to mostly ignore me when
I pined for the girl that got away, and gentle enough to not pressure me
when I decided drugs and alcohol were not for me.  I was young and carefree
and one day in June, I became my own free self.
   So what did I do, to show my newfound independence?  What did I do, now
that I was free of any education requirements?  Absolutely correct...  I
went to college.
   I didn't have much of an idea what I was going to do with my life, only
that it would be noble and important, probably dangerous, and would
undoubtedly lead me to fame and fortune, piles of money, respect and love.
Obviously the hubris of the young.
   But off to college I went.  My nod to my parents' wishes was to attend a
four-year school, instead of a 2-year technical or vocational institution.
It would mean more money on tuition, but they were chipping in and they
felt it important to receive a liberal arts education.  Again with the
well-rounded line of crap.
   College also started out similar to high school.  My first semester I
met my best friend Caleb, and his girlfriend Mary.  They were a sweet
couple, and constantly badgered me, good-naturedly of course, about my
seemingly celibate and woman-free lifestyle.  I swore it was by choice, and
for the most part it was, but in the back of my mind I was still nagged by
the thought of fifteen minutes I'd spend with a pre-teen more than four
years ago.  I couldn't get Emily out of my head.
   But I kept busy, involved in extra-curricular activities, which is where
I met Stacey.
   *****
   Stacey and I met our second semester in an introductory music class
required of all liberal arts students.  I'd had some music background
before, but Stacey hadn't, and as luck would have it she needed tutoring,
and I volunteered.  We became good friends, and started dating later that
spring.  Nothing serious for either one of us.  I refused to commit myself
emotionally, and she claimed to have a high school boyfriend back home.
   We were exclusive enough that it was comfortable for each of us.  We
were a ready companion, so neither of us felt any pressure to find a date
for the big event, but we were always friends first, so there were no hard
feelings if something didn't pan out.
   We kept in contact during the summer, something I'd never done before,
never having had any kind of pen pal through my growing up years.  When our
sophomore year started we picked up as we'd left off.  Comfortable enough
in our own skins to be there for each other, without being needy or pushy.
   As Thanksgiving came around we found that we were very much in the
minority on campus, most of the student population having gone home for the
long weekend.  I was in the middle of a falling-out with my parents and had
no desire to live with them, even for a long weekend.  I was tired of my
mom telling me everything she thought I should be thankful for, while my
dad sat and glared at me over his newspaper, so I stayed on campus.
   Stacey would have loved to go home, but her on-campus job wasn't
providing enough hours or money for much spare cash, and she was unable,
and her family unwilling, to buy a plane ticket to the opposite coast, for
a simple two day vacation.
   So as it happened, the two of us, along with a couple athletes, had the
entire dorm to ourselves.  In a way it was nice.  We enjoyed each other's
company and for that I could truly give thanks.
   On the big Thursday we tramped through the snow to the dining center,
which was thankfully open over the holidays.  While I'm not sure the
original pilgrims ate a meal of turkey loaf, mashed potato flakes and
processed cranberry sauce, the meal was a passable facsimile of what I'd
grown up eating on Thanksgiving, so I was happy.
   After stuffing ourselves, Stacey and I planted ourselves on the couch in
my suite.  As is now customary, Thanksgiving marks the official first day
of Christmas season, so there was plenty of holiday entertainment to watch.
"Miracle on 34th Street" was first, and then "It's a Wonderful Life."
   As soon as the film started, I began thinking of Emily.  In the movie,
as everyone knows, James Stewart plays a man who falls for Donna Reed, a
girl barely a woman when George Bailey is home from college.  I thought of
where Emily might be now, and how old she'd be (I was 20 so she would be 16
or 17), and then immediately got mad for not letting her go.
   Stacey must have felt my mood shift, and commented on it.
   "Are you okay John?  You seem a bit out of sorts."
   "I'm fine, it's just sometimes the holiday...  you know." Not my best
lie, but hopefully effective.
   "Yeah, me too.  I hate being alone, but this year we have each other,
right?" She smiled hopefully at me.
   "Yep, that's right," I agreed.  I smiled back and she slid down the
couch beside me and buried her head in the crook of my arm, which had been
thrown up over the back of the sofa.  Seeking to comfort her I brought it
down around her shoulders, giving her a quick squeeze.
   As we watched the rest of the movie, and as George's angel finally got
his wings, I realized that her hand, which had squeezed mine, was still in
my lap and was moving in lazy circles on my upper thigh.  I also noticed
for the first time that as she burrowed into me for warmth, Stacey was
thrusting her tits into my chest, and thru our thin t-shirts, I could feel
the nipples quite clearly and wondered if indeed she was wearing a bra.
   The moment I thought this my cock sprung to action, and it wasn't long
before Stacey noticed.  With her proximity as a start, and since we'd both
changed into sweat pants and t-shirts after lunch, there was little I could
do to hide my arousal from her.
   "Mmmm...  someone's a bad boy.  Aren't you?" She giggled at my
discomfort, but I knew she was playing.
   "Guilty as charged, ma'am.  I do apologize if I have offended," I
offered my most humble apology, all the while grinning and blushing madly.
   "There's no reason to be sorry, John.  I like it." With that her hand,
already dangerously close to brushing against my balls as she drew her lazy
circles in my lap, slowly rubbed my hard member.  Without conscious thought
I pushed my cock upward, pressing it more fully into her hand, which she
closed gently as she started a slow up and down motion.  "No reason to
apologize at all.  I think I may be a bad girl before this is over."
   Feeling a bit uncomfortable, as the two of us had never behaved this way
before, I took my arm from around her shoulder and pulled her chin towards
me, so we were looking at each other.  Seeing only a deep longing in her
eyes, one which I'm sure mirrored my own, we silently nodded and leaned in
close.
   We made love together for the first time on the couch, and it was as if
I was sitting above, watching us as we kissed and touched and moaned our
desires.
   Like every first kiss in my life it is always a brilliant surprise when
my lips touch another's.  This was no different.  Even before the kiss my
lips began to tingle and I could feel them swelling a bit, as blood rushed
where it is needed.  I felt Stacey's breath on my face as we neared each
other, each exhalation prodded me on as my own pulse quickened.  Finally we
touched and there was the familiar charge of electricity, made even more
arousing, as her hand was still stroking my erection.
   We kiss deeply, tongues touching and playing, until we have to breathe.
When we break the kiss, our breathing is rapid and ragged.  I can still
feel her hand on my cock and the other on the back of my head, drawing me
in for another kiss, but I need to explore.  With one hand I gently pull
her t-shirt from the elastic band of her sweats and pull it tight.  I can
easily see the outline of her nipples, still unsure whether they're
contained in a bra, but when she leans in again for a second kiss, I feel
them push against my chest, the little pebbles burning hot, even through
our clothing.
   Finally I reach under her shirt and my hand begins its slow journey up
her body.  I begin by splaying my fingers out and gently caressing the skin
between her sweat pants and her belly button.  I can feel silky soft hair,
and as I tease it can feel her abdomen twitch in response.
   I lean down to kiss her breasts through the shirt as my hand gently
pushes up the front of her body.  I move until I feel the back of my hand
lightly brushing against the bottoms of her breasts, and begin sliding
against the tender flesh.  She is wearing a bra, but it feels smooth and
soft, like her skin, and is hardly constraining her.
   "Ohh," she moans into my neck, "keep touching me like that.  It's been
so long, and you're so gentle."
   Feeling my passion peak, I suddenly pull my hand from under her shirt,
ignoring her whimper of disappointment, and reach both hands around her
back.  Grabbing at the sway of her hips, I pull her on top of me, her legs
straddling mine, and I find that her tits are now easily accessible to me.
   Still waiting her to stop, I look once more into her eyes.  "Is this
what you want?" I ask.
   "Oh God, yes,"
   With that I slowly start pulling her shirt over her head.  Realizing she
will need to relinquish her grip on my cock, she releases it and pulls my
own shirt off as well.  I see her bra now, and as I draw her close for
another kiss, I toy with the thin straps, running my fingers under and
around, but never quite touching what she wants touched.  Finally I give in
and pull the straps off her shoulders, baring the smooth skin underneath,
and touch my tongue and lips to her shoulder.  Her skin is hot to the
touch, and I can see the moisture left behind from my kisses quickly
evaporate.
   She is more incessant now, rubbing my cock more quickly, and I worry
about lasting, so I gently pull her hands away and put them around my neck.
Leaning towards her, I lower my head and make love to her tits.  First with
my hands and then alternating between the two, teasing and nipping at her
nipples until both pink buds stand tall, engorged with blood and more
sensitive to my touch.  Finally, groaning with the sensations, she pushes
me away and stands up, quickly pulling off her sweats and panties.
   I can see she is already moist, and the hair around her pussy is
beginning to mat from her secretions.  I realize I can smell her, more
clearly than I've ever smelled a pussy before.  Tart, earthy, the scent
goes to my head and I lean down to swipe her slit with my tongue, dragging
up as much of her slick lubricant as I am able.  She shudders with the
contact and quickly kneels to help me remove my sweats and shorts.  In the
position she's occupying, when my shorts finally clear my erection, my cock
bounces once or twice, nearly hitting her cheek.  I try not laugh at her
surprise, but she sees the look on my face and giggles anyway.
   We look at each other, naked and exposed.  The desire must be painfully
evident on our faces.
   "You're beautiful."
   "So are you."
   Sitting back on the couch, I position myself near the edge and lean far
back.  She carefully sits down on me, trapping my cock between our bodies,
and we lean in for another kiss, grinding our bodies together, enjoying the
hot feeling of her skin touching mine.  My hands, which until now had
concentrated on her breasts, slid around back and down to her ass, each
hand grabbing hold of one wonderfully soft cheek.  As we continue to push
against each other, I can feel our bodies begin to grab hold of a rhythm,
as we mimic the act without being joined.
   Bringing one hand from her ass to her front, I began playing with her
slit, gathering moisture from the bottom of her pussy from behind and
passing it up to the front thru her legs to my waiting hand.  I slowly drop
my hand through the crevice between her cheeks, gently dragging a
fingernail over the pucker of her ass.
   She gasps at this, but only thrusts harder at my hand, causing my finger
to go partially inside her tight hole, causing her to shudder in pleasure.
   "Oh God, that feels so good.  Keep touching me.  Keep touching me." I
continue pleasuring her hot pussy, dragging her own moisture through the
labia and coating her clit with her juices.  She is beginning to lose
herself to the pleasure now, and her movements and breath become less
controlled and more ragged.
   Knowing she is close, I grab her by the hips and lift her up.  It's
obvious she is ready for me, so with a nod from her, I position the
distended lips of her cunt over the dripping head of my cock and let her
guide herself down.
   Mewling with contentment, she begins riding my cock, up and down in my
lap.  I continue to hold her by the hips, tweaking her nipples as they
range into my view.  I can feel her thrusts getting more and more anxious
and know she is close.  Suddenly she grabs hard around my neck and pulls me
close.  I first feel a rush of new juices coating my cock and balls, and
then the inside of her cunt flutters against my shaft, nearly bringing me
to my plateau.  As she comes down, limp in my arms, I lower us to the
couch, and we lie together, face to face, her legs intertwined with mine.
   Giving her time to relax, I wipe her damp forehead.  "Stacy, I need to
turn you around now." Not waiting for a response, I pivot her in place, the
cheeks of her ass now fully encasing and caressing my cock, still wet with
her juices.  Lifting her right leg, I reach for the point of our joining,
and slip back inside.
   I take my time now, slowly sliding in and out, enjoying the sensation of
softly pushing against Stacy's soft ass cheeks, and I look over her
shoulder and watch as, with each thrust, her breasts quiver from the
movement, and her mouth opens slightly.  I can hear a low moaning coming
from each time I withdraw my cock, and small sound of contentment every
time I fill her up again.  We go on like this, slow but insistent.
   Feeling my own imminent release, I pick up the pace on my thrusting.  I
can feel her arousal growing around me, and as I draw close, I reach around
and grab a breast with each hand, feeling her hot nipples in the palm of my
hand.  I thrust again and again, and finally all my nerves, my entire being
is focused in the seven inches inside her hot pussy, and suddenly I am
gone. I spurt rope after rope of sticky semen inside her and slowly the
pressure drops and my explosion slows and dies.
   I stay hard in her as long as I am able, and she works in inner muscles
to keep me aroused, but finally I grow limp enough that I pop out of her
warm sheath.  Quickly, before we stain the couch, I grab my t-shirt and put
it between our bodies to catch and wipe off our combined juices.
   We shift around to get more comfortable, me on my back and Stacey
leaning against me, one beautiful leg thrown up over mine, so I can still
feel the furry hairs on her mound brushing against my leg.  I gently caress
her back and bottom as we slowly drift away towards sleep.
   *****
   The next morning was uncomfortable, to say the least.  I awoke to the
unfamiliar feel of another person sharing my bed, and slowly the afternoon
came back to me.  I smiled at the memory.
   "What?" a voice beside me asked.  I started, and quickly looked at
Stacey.  She was awake and had propped herself up on one elbow.  The sheet
had slipped down her torso, exposing her breasts.  I reached out and slowly
filled my hand with her pliable flesh, enjoying the heat and feel of her.
   "I was just thinking that I hope this wasn't a big mistake.  I enjoyed
it too much for it to be wrong."
   "Mmmm...  no mistake here.  Keep touching me like that." She took her
free hand and threw off the rest of the bedding, revealing our nudity. 
Kissing the tips of her breasts, I slowly worked my way down her body,
tonguing her belly button and drawing a throaty laugh from her.  Nearing
her sparse bush, I pushed my chin town hard into the top of her mound,
drawing a sharp breath from her as she began heating up, and lightly kissed
the pale skin of her abdomen.  I continued my journey south.
   "No.  Stop.  We need to talk." I looked at her in mild surprise.  It
wasn't totally unexpected, though.  I knew there were many things we would
have to discuss at some point.  I was just surprised it was while I was
eating her out.
   "Please...  stop now before I...  oh God.  Stop.  Stop!"
   I stopped licking her clit long enough to pout at her, before getting
off the bed and offering a hand to help her up.
   Still naked, she sat on the edge of the bed, trying to look prim and
proper, and for the most part succeeding.  She sighed and looked up at me.
   "What happened last night?" I must have had an odd look on my face, as
she continued.  "No, don't get me wrong, I loved it.  It was wonderful, but
where do we go from here?  Are we friends anymore?  More than friends?"
   I knew exactly how she felt.
   "I know.  It was unbelievable.  No one has made me feel like that
since...  since a long time ago.  But you're right, if last night ends up
coming between us, I'd regret it.  I love you as a friend, and don't want
that to change."
   "Can we be more?" She looked scared now, more a little girl than the
woman I knew her to be.  "I've always felt like we belonged together, and
last night...  wow."
   I nodded, I felt the same way.  She brightened immediately and hopped
over to where I had propped myself up in the doorway.  She leaned in for a
good morning kiss.  Our tongues again played together while my hands
grabbed her ass, squeezing the meaty flesh, before she put a hand on my
chest and pushed herself away, grinning.
   "Nope, none of that this morning.  You need to ask me out on a proper
date first!  What kind of girl do you think I am, anyway?" She laughed at
the expression of disbelief on my face.
   "Besides, I really need a shower."
   *****
   During the next days and weeks and months, Stacey and I saw more of each
other.  Intellectually, I realized it was silly to hold a place for a girl
I'd known, years before, for half an hour, but it still felt strange to me,
as Emily, or at least my idealized memory of her, was very important to me.
   Stacey and I had much in common.  Our love for music, politics,
literature.  Our love for each other.
   Things were looking up for me, for us, and I had never been happier.
   The summer after our sophomore year was wonderful.  Her father had taken
a new job, one that involved more money and less travel, and everyone had
moved to a town within fairly easy driving distance of school.  So I spent
a large chunk of my free time traveling between college and her parents'
place.  I had a job near campus that paid for my new apartment while
allowing me to save some spending money, and while my week was spent
slaving over a chopping board and grill in the kitchen of a small family
restaurant favored by locals, my weekends were spent with Stacey.
   It was 4th of July weekend, and this year the holiday fell on a
Saturday, and somehow I'd been fortunate enough to have an entire four days
off in a row, leaving my hair net and apron behind until the following
Monday.
   Stacey didn't know I was coming, and neither did her parents, so it was
a big surprise to them when I pulled my car into their driveway at around
one o'clock in the afternoon the day before the big celebration.
   "John!" Stacey shouted, and jumped off the porch into my arms.  "What
are you doing here so early?  I thought you worked today.  What happened?"
   "I'm not really sure," I answered truthfully.  "I showed up for the
lunch shift and Mac met me at door, asking if I had someplace better to be.
I told him I was planning on visiting you this weekend, and he told me to
take off, my shift was covered."
   "That is so cool.  Wait 'til my parents see you're here early." She ran
inside, and soon the whole family was gathered at the door.  Her younger
brother grabbed my suitcase and carried it into "my" room, and I greeted
her parents.
   "What do you youngsters have planned this evening?" her father asked. 
"Me and the little lady are heading into town to the dance at Legion Hall,
and little Andrew is spending the night with his cousin and will meet us
tomorrow afternoon in the park and we'll watch the parade together.
   Stacey and I looked at each other.  I don't know what she was thinking,
but the only thought going through my head was 'empty house empty house
empty house' and by the look on her face, she must have had similar
thoughts.
   "Um.  If it's okay with you guys, I think John and I might just hang
around the house this afternoon.  It's not a long drive from school, but
I'm sure John's not interested in hopping back in a car right away." I
nodded gratefully to her and she gave me a smoldering look I'm glad her
parents didn't see.  "So, we'll probably just watch TV downstairs, and
maybe cook some steaks out on the grill, if you wouldn't mind."
   Her mother nodded once.  "I think that would be lovely.  Honey," she
said, looking at Stacey's father, "did you want to take Andrew now?  We
could do a little shopping in town." She looked over to where Stacey and I
were standing, arms around each other.  "Give these two a little space?"
   Her father got a little grin and nodded.  "I think that would be fine.
Andrew!" he shouted into the house, "get your stuff together.  Your mom and
I are almost ready to drop you off.  Scoot!" Thus said, he turned and
headed to the garage.
   "Now, you kids have fun tonight.  If you decide to grill, be careful
with the coals.  It's been a real dry summer, and I don't want you lighting
any fires, understand?" She saw our looks of understanding and then she too
headed off.  We heard her call for Andrew once more as the screen door
closed behind her.
   Soon enough, the rest of the family was off to various destinations, and
Stacey and I were left alone for the next seven or eight hours.  I hoped we
could find something to keep ourselves busy.  Unfortunately, it wasn't
readily apparent where she had gone.
   "Stacey...  where'd you go?" I called downstairs but heard no response.
Thinking she may have gone to her room I checked down the hallway, but
found no one.  As I was about to head up the stairs, I saw a flash of
motion off to the side and suddenly a squirming, naked Stacey was in my
arms.
   "Hey Lover," she said breathlessly, kissing me roughly and making my
lips tingle and my mind go temporarily numb.  Through my cotton pullover I
could feel her breasts pushing against my chest, and the subtle grinding of
her cunt against my thigh had my cock instantly hard.
   "Hey yourself." I brought my hand down in a slap against her ass cheek.
"You're a bad girl again.  I couldn't find you."
   She pulled herself out of my arms and pouted, putting on a contrite air.
"I'm sorry.  If you give me another chance, I promise you I'll be good."
   "How good?" I asked, grinning.
   "Mmmm...  very good." She giggled a little and batted her eyes at me. 
Gently pulling on her own nipples, she gasped slightly at the sensations
she was causing.  "But maybe just a little bad."
   "I like that.  Come here." I held my arms open to her, but she quickly
spun away and ran down the hall.
   "Nope.  You have to catch me first!" She ran into her parents' room,
laughing.  "I promise not to make it too hard." She flopped onto the bed
and brought her left hand up to a breast, running her fingertips lightly
over her hardening nipples, while her other hand dipped softly into the
obviously moist folds of her pussy.
   Quickly pulling off my shirt and pants, my cock tenting my shorts, she
dropped to her knees.
   "Ooh...  I can see I already made it hard.  Don't move."
   Slipping off the edge of the bed, Stacey dropped to her knees in front
of me and swiped her tongue the length of my tumescent cock, nibbling on
the head.  Looking up at me, she blushed.  "I've been trying this on my
own, but I don't know if I can yet." Saying this, she opened her mouth and
tried to inhale me.  Gagging a bit as the crown of my cock touched the back
of her throat, she coughed and quickly backed her head away.
   "Almost," she said with a grin.  "Let's try again," and down she went.
   She tried for almost five minutes, alternating long licks with her flat
tongue with short kisses around my shaft and balls.  Reaching around me she
stuck her right index finger up my ass, teasing my prostate and making me
even harder, if possible.
   "Mmm..." was all she could get out as her lips and tongue attacked me
again, drawing a gasp and several small moans, before I jerked away, not
wanting to cum too soon.  Pulling her to her feet, I kissed her hard on the
mouth, tasting myself on her lips and, dropping my hand to her pussy,
slowly inserted a finger.
   Finding her already dripping wet with desire, I spread the slick oils
around her cunt and added a second finger.  Enjoying the sounds she was
making as her passion rose, I jabbed into her again and again, feeling the
muscles in her pussy clamping around my invading digits, trying to hold
them in place.  I felt the suction as she tried to keep them trapped within
her fluttering walls, the groan as they slipped out of her tight slit, and
the moan of appreciation when I quickly thrust into her, rubbing the heel
of my hand against her erect clit, peeking out from under its hood of skin.
   Quickly her movements became shaky, and aware that her orgasm was
immanent I increased my pace, at last being rewarded with a torrent of
juices coating my hand.  Gasping she threw her arms around my neck, drawing
herself close for another hot, passionate kiss.  I kept my hand moving in
her pussy, feeling her body come again to the brink, and pushed her over
with a quick flick of my thumb on her clit.  I felt her legs turn to jelly
and slowly lowered her to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.
   As she recovered, she looked at me shyly.  "It's never been like this
with anyone before.  I feel alive with you, it's incredible." She blushed
now, "you bring out the wild woman in me."
   I grinned at her.  "And the bad girl?  Is that my fault too?"
   "Nope.  She's all me."
   Laughing, I pulled her down to the bed.  With a little start, I realized
where we were.  Sitting up I asked, "do you want to go to your room?  This
is your parents' bed, you realize?"
   Now she laughed at me.  "Who cares?  My room is just down the hall. 
Trust me, as often as I hear them fucking at night, they won't notice
anything different!"
   "They'll notice if we're still going at it when they get back, though,
so let's get to it."
   "Ooh...  I like your ideas, mister."
   Grabbing me by the ears, she pulled my face to hers.  As our tongues got
reacquainted with one another, my hands weren't idle, grabbing at her tits.
I could feel the blood pumping again to my penis, which had become somewhat
soft while we talked.  She felt it harden as it poked against her hip and
pulled away from me.
   "Before, I almost got you down my throat.  You want me to give it
another shot?  My mom always says if you don't succeed, try and try again."
She gave a coquettish smile as she leaned down to once again attempt to
suck my cock as deep into her mouth as possible.
   "Uh uh," I admonished "I have a better idea."
   Guiding Stacey to her back, I slipped between her legs and found myself
face to face, so to speak, with her hot pussy.  Smelling the arousal on
her, I licked the length of her dripping slit, gathering her moisture on my
tongue and using it to further lubricate her.  Concentrating first on her
outer lips, I nipped at them with my teeth, gently probing my tongue as far
into her tight hole as I could, all the while stroking the soft white
insides of her widespread thighs with my hands.
   Digging in with my tongue I felt, rather than heard, Stacey's moans of
arousal, as she had clamped her thighs around my head so tightly it became
hard to breath, much less hear.
   Quickly bringing her to a small climax, I pulled my head away from her
boiling cunt, and quickly rolled her over to her tummy.  Grabbing a pillow
from the head of the bed, I slipped in under her hips, presenting me with
the beautiful picture of her sparsely haired pussy peeking between the soft
curves of her ass.
   Grabbing my now fully erect cock, I swiped the head through the bottom
of her slit, drawing groans from both of us.  Finally I could hold off no
longer, and plunged my full length completely into her tight pussy,
bottoming out and delighting in the feel of her soft ass cheeks as I rested
for a moment.
   Drawing a deep breath for control, I started plunging into the tight
heat of her pussy.  Groaning, Stacey raised herself to her elbows, and
turned her head to look into my eyes.
   "Faster, dammit.  I need it hard right now.  I want you to fuck me as
hard as you can!"
   Hearing her panting in need almost drove me to the edge right there, but
I concentrated and managed to not spurt my seed into her immediately, and
attempted to follow her request.  More quickly now, I bucked my hips and
savagely thrust my cock into her, again and again.  I pulled out until just
the head of my cock rested inside her pulsing sheath, before plunging back
down, drawing groans of pleasure from both of us.
   I knew that at this pace neither of us would last long, which was fine
with me, and thought Stacey wanted it that way too.  Reaching around, I
grabbed both of her swaying tits with my hands and roughly teased the cones
of flesh, pulling and twisting the nipples until she squealed.  Releasing
one of her breasts from my grip, I reached further forward, slipping a
finger into her panting mouth.  Feeling her tongue toying with my finger,
sucking on it like a tiny cock, was almost enough to bring me off, but I
had other plans.
   Once my finger was sufficiently wet, I pulled it out and in one quick
stroke, imbedded it completely in her anus.  She bucked once in surprise
and her head whipped around to stare at me.
   "You fucker!  Fuck me with your finger.  Jam it up my ass.  Oh God, I'm
coming again!"
   Realizing she was indeed close to coming, I matched the pace of my cock
with the finger in her ass, and soon felt both her holes spasm around me,
flooding my cock with more lubricants, although her pussy was still as
tight as it had ever been.
   Feeling myself close to the brink, I pulled my finger out of her ass and
grabbed both hips with my hands, speeding the pace of my cock.  Thrusting
half a dozen more times, I again felt my world concentrate on my cock.  I
felt my balls contract, sending the sperm rushing up my shaft and out of my
cock, coating the insides of her pussy.  Spurt after spurt shot out of me,
until I was spent, and collapsed onto her back.
   *****
   In order to most efficiently clean up her parents' room, we decided to
split the duties.  We quickly stripped the sheets off the bed, and Stacey
ran them downstairs to the laundry room.  I picked up all our assorted
clothes and deposited them in our respective rooms.  Back in her parents'
room, I opened the windows to help circulate the air, which was thick with
the combined musks of our arousal, and decided that a quick spray of room
freshener wouldn't hurt.
   Satisfied that our tryst wouldn't be readily apparent I closed the door,
reminding myself to go back later and close the windows, and met Stacey in
the kitchen.
   Walking up behind her, I pressed myself to her back, surrounding her
body with my arms and gave her a tight hug, cupping her chest and enjoying
the weight of her breasts in my hands.
   Not wanting to get her worked up again, I broke the embrace and stepped
away.
   "Dinner?" I looked at her hopefully.  In truth, I hadn't eaten since
breakfast, some nine hours before, and I was starved.
   "Humph.  Typical male," she snorted, swatting my arm with a dish towel.
   It was then I noticed what she had been doing, as I finally saw the
plate of steaks and an aluminum pouch which must have been filled with
fresh vegetables.
   "Ah, Stacey, you're a doll, you know that?" Kissing the back of her
exposed neck, I let my hand rest on the swell of her hip.  "You truly know
the way to a man's heart."
   She laughed, wiggling her ass under my fingers.  "Right.  Is it the food
or my pussy you like so much?" she asked me, teasing.
   "Both of them.  All of it, it's more than just that.  You're wonderful."
She beamed at me.  "Now, let's get the steaks on the grill."
   "Yes sir!" she mock saluted me and we quickly marched out to the grill
and started the coals.  As we waited for them to burn down to white hot
embers, we sat together on a piece of deck furniture and shared a beer
Stacey had stolen from her dad's stash.
   Turning and looking at me, Stacey gazed into my eyes.  "Do you know what
you do to me?  No one has ever made me feel this way before.
   I nodded.  "I know.  I feel like a better person when I'm with you." I
leaned in and whispered into her ear, "and you know I love your pussy."
   She squirmed a bit in the chair, grinding her pussy against my hardening
cock.  "You certainly do say all the right things."
   We sat there a little longer, just enjoying each other's company, until
the coals were ready.
   As we watched the steaks cooking, we again melted against one another in
the chair.  Finally dinner was ready, and it was just as I liked it. 
Hearty, simple and delicious.  There wasn't an awful lot of cleanup to this
meal, and soon we were relaxing on the couch, watching a little television.
   One thing let, as it often does, to another, and soon we were at each
other like animals, grasping at various body parts, and thrusting our own
together.  As we were reaching the point of no return, Stacey suddenly got
off the couch and ran down the hallway, yelling behind her, "stay there. 
I'll be right back!"
   I waited a few seconds until she returned, holding a tube of something
and a bath towel.  She swatted my arm gently.  "Get up for a second." I
did, and she quickly spread out the towel on the couch.  "Wouldn't want to
explain any unsightly stains," she joked.
   I started shucking my clothes as quickly as possible, and sat there in
rapt attention as she did a slow strip tease in front of me.  I felt my
cock harden at her seductive show, and she noticed too, as I saw her glance
down at my lap and smile in approval.  Finally naked in front of me, she
dropped to the ground in front of me, inhaling my cock.
   I felt myself slide in almost to her tonsils, and groaned at the hot,
wet sensations running the length of my prick.  Then, with a sudden jerk I
felt myself slide further, and I was completely in her mouth, her nose
resting against my pubic hair and my balls laying against her chin.  I
heard her make a grunting noise which I took to be a sound of triumph, that
she'd finally deep-throated my cock, and then her tongue began to move
against the underside of my shaft.
   Alternating between gentle licking and hard sucking, Stacey quickly
brought me off, and I shot my load down her throat.  She continued her
assault on my softening prick and almost had me hard again, when I gently
pulled away from her mouth.
   "Enough," I groaned.  The sensations were too much and my cock too
sensitive to continue.  "That was wonderful, but why the hurry to get me
off?  We have plenty of time." I looked at her inquisitively.
   She blushed a little.  "Um...  I wanted you to cum now so you'd last
longer.  I want to try something different tonight and don't want you quite
so...  trigger happy."
   I noticed again the tube she had brought in with her, getting an inkling
of what she wanted.  Glancing at her and raising an eyebrow to her, she
grinned.
   "I've always wanted to try it up my ass," she explained.  "I found the
lube in my dad's sock drawer and thought now would be a good time to try
it."
   "And don't I get a say in this?  Who says I want to stuff my cock up
your dirty hole?" She knew I was joking though.  The quivering mass of my
cock protruding from my lap made it difficult to pretend otherwise.
   "You're a guy.  No explanation needed," she laughed.
   "Yep.  Guilty." We broke into laughter, stopped only when she reached
for the thin tube and uncapped it.  Squirting some of the gel into her
hand, she turned away from me so I could watch as she spread it around the
rim of her sphincter.  Unprompted, my cock jerked once as I saw her insert
her finger deep inside her anus, spreading the lubricant deep inside
herself, giving me a slippery path to plow.
   "You have to go slow," she commanded, spreading lube around the head of
my prick and down the shaft.  She handed a condom to me and I rolled it on,
understanding what I might run into in her ass.  Again she warned me, "I've
never had anything bigger than a finger up my ass, and you're a lot bigger
than that!"
   "I'm not that big," I said.
   "You're big enough for me," she replied.  "It's going to be slow going
and if you go too fast it's going to hurt, so go slow, okay?"
   "Promise," I said, crossing my heart with a finger.  I was serious
though, and she knew it.  The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.
   Taking a deep breath, she climbed onto the couch beside me.  Spreading
her legs and cocking her hips so I could see her crinkled hole winking at
me, she began playing with her pussy.  Getting her own juices going, she
began spreading her natural lubricant around her ass, further adding to the
slickness already present.
   After a few minutes, although it seemed longer to my throbbing dick, she
was satisfied, and with another admonition to take things slow, she pulled
me close.
   My first thrust, by habit, almost went into her sopping pussy.  She
moaned into my ear at the contact.
   "God that feels good, but that's not where I want you right now.  Try
lower."
   I did, and found a nearly impenetrable wall of resistance.  I tried once
more, attempting to slowly force my way past her tight barrier, but to no
avail.  Groaning with the effort, I told her, "you're going to have to
relax somehow, I'm getting nowhere here."
   She nodded, her face tight with effort, and I felt her body as it
noticeably relaxed, but wasn't sure it her relaxation carried through to
her ass, not normally used to giving entrance to anything, much less my
hard-on.  Suddenly, her tight muscle relaxed and I felt a new kind of
tightness envelope the head of my cock as I slipped past the ring of her
sphincter, feeling the blood circulation nearly cut off.
   We both groaned at the new sensation.
   Stacey was practically quivering with the effort underneath me, and I
stopped my forward movement to give her time to adjust.  Stroking her back
and thighs, I tried soothing her with my touch.  "It will be okay," I said,
hoping I was right.  "I'll take all the time you need."
   Stacey nodded gratefully, still breathing heavily.  We rested for a few
moments, as Stacey got used to the invader in her anus, while I was
suddenly grateful for the blowjob minutes before, as I surely would have
shot my load already, if not for the added control.
   I was jolted back from my reverie when I felt her hips start to slide
beneath me, pushing back against my cock.
   "Start moving," she gasped, "I'm ready for more."
   Not wanting to hurt her more than she was already, I put steady pressure
into her, and felt my cock slip another inch into her tight heat, thankful
for the lube she had applied to both of us.  Again I stopped as I felt her
tight walls compress around my cock, waiting for her spasms to subside.
   Hoping to provide her with some amount of pleasure I reached underneath
her and began stroking her pussy, finding her hand already there, busily
frigging her clit.  We diddled her in tandem, and I was shocked when my
cock slipped another couple inches in with little resistance.
   She gasped out, "you feel so big in me.  Give me more.  I'm ready for
it."
   Pushing ahead once again, I felt her loosen around me noticeably, and I
pushed the rest of the way in.  The heat and pressure were immense, and I
stopped moving, taking a couple deep breaths, before asking if she was
ready.
   "Almost.  It doesn't really hurt that bad.  If we ever do this again,
we're definitely using more lube though.  There's no way I could do this
again without it.  I feel so full with you in me like this!" I felt her
body heaving with the exertion, and slowly withdrew my cock from her ass,
feeling the walls of her anus grasping against me, trying to expel me more
quickly.
   Stopping so the head of my cock was again held tightly by her sphincter,
I started pushing my way back in, feeling less resistance this time.  I
heard Stacey moan again, this time more in pleasure than pain, and repeated
the process, pulling out slowly and pushing in even more slowly, reveling
in the sensations.
   Even as recently as I had climaxed, I knew I was going to have to stop
soon or I would fill my condom in the next few strokes, so I stopped
completely, asking, "how are you doing?  Should I keep going?  I'm real
close and don't know how much longer I can hold off." Stacey just nodded at
me and thrust her hips back at me roughly.  I was buried to the hilt in one
fast stroke, and she cried out, whether in shock or pleasure I don't know.
   "Keep going, keep going." she repeated her mantra.  "Fuck me fuck me
fuck me."
   Taking her at her word, I started a steady pumping action, pulling out
halfway each time and thrusting back quickly.  As I'd predicted, I lasted
no more than a dozen strokes before feeling my balls pull up against my
body and the sperm rushed out, filling the tip of my condom.  Stacey may
have had a small orgasm, I don't know.  She was thrashing around too much
beneath me for me to be sure.
   Feeling the sweat on her body, I reached around and with little effort
brought her off quickly, teasing her clit with one hand while stroking deep
inside her cunt with two fingers, enjoying the feeling my own hand was
causing me.  I could feel my fingers through the walls of her pussy,
pushing against my still erect cock.  Groaning at her release, she
collapsed to the couch.  Exhausted from the exertion, I fell into a deep
sleep, still buried inside her.
   *****
   I woke up sometime later with the strange sensation that I was being
watched.  Aware that only a tiny quilt was covering the two of us, I slowly
turned my head towards a small sound, in time to see the door to the
kitchen softly close.
   What time was it anyway?
   I glanced at the clock above the fireplace and felt my stomach rise in
my throat.  Eleven o'clock.  We were so busted.  That had undoubtedly been
Stacey's mother or father, and only the fact that they hadn't tossed me out
of the house as I was meant there was any chance I wasn't in serious
trouble.  You just don't anally violate a young woman in her parents' house
without those parents having serious issues with you!
   Gently shaking her shoulder, I whispered to Stacey that it was time to
wake up.
   "Huh?  Whazzat?" She was drowsy, but slowing coming to her senses. 
"Where did you find this quilt, John?"
   I froze at the question.  I had assumed she had rose while I was
sleeping and covered us.
   "You mean you didn't get it?  I didn't get it.  Shit, it must have been
one of your parents."
   She looked up at me, eyes wide with fear.  "My parents are back?  What
time is it?  We're so dead."
   As she was about to jump up, I caught her by the shoulder and held her
close.  I realized that during our sleep we had remained joined, and didn't
want her to pull either of us the wrong way as she leaped to her feet.
   Gingerly I pulled my now wilted cock past the tight sphincter of her ass
and heard it release with a plop.  She groaned with the sensation and I was
sure she would be sore the next day, if not the rest of the night.
   Unrolling the condom, I found my cock wilted and shriveled after stewing
in my spunk for the past few hours.  I wrapped the used rubber in a tissue
and threw it in the trash.  Pulling myself off the couch, I first grabbed
my underwear and jeans, and then brought Stacey's clothes to her.
   She had pulled herself into a little ball on the couch, and was
fearfully looking down the hall towards her parents' room.
   I held my hand out to her and slowly helped her get dressed, carefully
adjusting her panties and trying to stay away from bumping into her sore
bottom.
   "I think we might be okay," I offered, somewhat hopefully.  "Your
parents must have seen the two of us on the couch and covered us up.  I
don't know how much trouble we'll be in." I said this last as more of a
question.  Stacey certainly knew her parents better than I did, and if she
was worried, I should be doubly so.  She shrugged at me, not sure, but
willing to at least hope along with me.
   The lube!
   I don't know why it occurred to me, but it did.  I looked around the
living room for the tiny tube, but saw it.  So whoever had covered us up
had silently taken it back.  Maybe we would be all right after all.
   As Stacey finished dressing, I quickly straightened the mess we had
made. Looking around the room, and deciding everything was pretty much as
it had been, before our tryst, I took her hand.
   "Are you ready to face them?" I asked.
   She sighed and looked at me.  "I guess," she answered in a small voice,
her upper lip trembling a little.
   As she started towards the kitchen, I pulled her back.  Giving her a
quick kiss on the cheek, I hugged her fiercely.  "It's going to be fine, I
think.  If they were pissed, your dad would thrown me out on the lawn,
naked or not.  They know you're growing up and I'm assuming they realize
you're sexually active, right?" She nodded in agreement.  "So it's decided.
They probably weren't expecting to find me buried in your ass, asleep on
the couch, but they expected us to be up to something this weekend.  That's
why they left when they did.  They all but said they were giving us time
alone."
   "I guess," was her response, still not convinced.  She thought about it
for a second though, then started giggling.  Then she blushed.  "Did they
see the lube on the magazine stand?" I told her it was now gone.  Again she
started to panic.
   "Hey," I told her, "don't worry about it.  Remember who it belongs to?
Why do you think they had the lube in the first place?" She started
laughing along with me.  It was going to be fine.  We hoped.
   Hand in hand, we went to face whatever might be waiting for us.
   *****
   As it happened, our panic was unfounded.  We found her parents sitting
at the kitchen table, eating ice cream.  It turns out they were only
disappointed we hadn't been a little more discreet about our activities,
and warned that if Stacey's brother ever walked in us like that, then there
would be problems.
   To say we were relieved would be an understatement.
   The rest of the weekend was wonderful.  Stacey and I spent most of it
locked at the hip, but did take time to ride into town for the festivities.
I spent more than twenty dollars on a ring toss game trying win a teddy
bear for Stacey.  I have never been athletically inclined, and the poor
carnival barker, who had been getting quite a laugh at my expense, finally
just gave me a prize.  Stacey was delighted, and her response was worth the
wasted time and money.
   Sunday night, as I was preparing to drive back to campus, Stacey's
father pulled me aside for a "chat."
   "John, you know Stacey really likes you, right?" I nodded.
   "I like her too, sir."
   He looked hard at me for a long moment, and then slowly nodded his head.
"I know you do, or I know that you think you do, but I just want to be
sure. Stacey's first boyfriend was the love of her life, and I know she
still has feelings for him.  He promised her the world, but turned out to
be a real creep.  She was hurt badly and didn't date until she met you. 
You seem to have swept off her feet, and I think it's wonderful.  I want
you to be careful with my baby though.  Right now she's more in love than
I've ever seen her, but if she gets hurt again, I don't know what could
happen to her.  Understand?"
   "Yes sir," I answered as seriously as I knew how.  "I don't know what
will happen between the two of us, but your daughter is very important to
me, and the last thing I would intentionally do is hurt her."
   "Then that is what I wanted to hear.  Have a safe trip home, and
whenever you feel like it, stop by, you're always welcome here." We shook
hands and he went back inside the house, to let everyone know I was about
to leave.
   I got a huge hug and kiss from Stacey, another handshake from her father
and one from her brother, and a quick hug from her mom.  Another hug from
Stacey, and I was on my way.
   *****
   The rest of the summer went by quickly.  Knowing Stacey would be on a
family vacation for much of August, I spent as much time with her as
possible before their trip.  I'd been thinking about something in the back
of my mind, but wasn't sure how Stacey, or more importantly her parents,
would react.  I knew mine wouldn't care.  After a blowout with my dad, over
something so inconsequential I don't now remember what it was, we weren't
talking.  I stayed in college, they kept the tuition checks coming.  Simple
enough.
   Finally one evening on the phone, a few days before Stacey and her
family left, I broached the subject.
   "Uh, Stacey, I've been meaning to ask you if you've gotten your dorm
assignment yet."
   I could hear her moving papers around on her desk.  "Just a sec... 
yeah, I'll be in Nelson Hall this year," she responded.  "Why do you ask?"
   "Well, I was thinking about you and how you always seem to spend so much
time at my place during the school year.  I'm in a two-bedroom apartment,
and I was wondering if you'd want the other one."
   She paused for a moment.  "I don't think so."
   I was stunned.  I had planned on having to talk her parents into this,
not Stacey.  "Why not?"
   "Because," she giggled, tired of playing with my emotions, "I'd rather
stay in your bed, if you don't mind."
   I sighed in mock exasperation.  "Sometimes you're just too much.  But
that's great.  Now, do we need to convince your parents, or will they be
cool with it?"
   "Let me do the explaining.  I don't think it will be too hard.  I'm not
sure how they'll react, so I think for now I'll tell them about the spare
bedroom, if you don't mind.  No need to tell them everything...  they are
my parents, after all, and I need some secrets from them."
   "Excellent.  I'll leave you to it then.  Have a great vacation, and let
me know what happens, okay?"
   She agreed.  "This is going to be such a fun school year!  I'm going
now. I love you!"
   I know I froze for a second.  This was the first time either of us has
professed something as serious as love to the other.  How should I react? I
liked her an awful lot, we both knew that, but was it that big?  I think it
was.
   "I love you too," I replied, after my short pause.
   "Bye."
   "Bye."
   I hung up the phone, a bit out of breath.  I truly had meant to offer
the second bedroom to her, and she had caught me by surprise by wanting my
bed instead.  Not that I was complaining, I just wasn't sure if I was ready
for things to move in this sudden direction.  Fucking is one thing, but I'm
not sure how domesticated I am.
   I went for a walk that evening, to sort things out in my mind, since
Stacey seemed pretty well set in her decision making.  I came to the
conclusion that although Stacey was really my first serious girlfriend, I
liked and respected her enough to know that I really did love her.  It was
more than the sex, although that was wonderful.  Stacey was just a good
person all around, and I would be foolish to not jump at this opportunity,
whatever it might be.
   Satisfied I had made a good decision, I went home.
   A couple days later, the day Stacey and her family were to head out on
their trip, I received a short phone call from Stacey's mom, wanting to
check on some details about the apartment.  It was apparently fine with her
parents if she stayed with me, as long as she rented the room from me.  I
tried to tell her it was already paid for by my father, but she insisted on
some payment, which I grudgingly accepted.  Quickly setting up a time when
she and her family would bring Stacey's stuff to school, I wished them a
happy vacation and said goodbye.
   *****
   The beginning of school came and went.  I found myself falling more and
more in love with Stacey every day.  I believe she felt the same.
   Having never had a female roommate before, much less one I was sleeping
with, I had worried that it would be a bit awkward.  It couldn't have been
less so.  I became used to various bits of hose and underwear hanging in
the bathroom, and to her credit Stacey was very forgiving when I forgot to
put down the toilet seat.
   We quickly grew into a routine of cleaning and vacuuming, and laundry
and dirty dishes also found a place in our shared housekeeping.
   In short, in no time at all I felt like part of an old married couple.
   Or a very old married couple on the occasions when we argued and fought.
It was at those times when I was glad to have the second bedroom, or it
certainly would have been the couch for me.
   Christmas neared, and Stacey and I had the thought of having a holiday
celebration at "our place" this year.  Her parents were invited and gladly
accepted; mine were invited but claimed prior plans.  Whatever.
   The week before Christmas was hectic to say the least.  Final exams were
late this semester, and school didn't let out until the 21st of December,
leaving us only a couple days to get ready for Stacey's family.  They would
be arriving Christmas Eve and staying through the 26th, so time was scarce.
   Gifts were wrapped, food was prepared, and the entire place cleaned in
record time.  We felt we were ready, but still we panicked over each small
detail.
   We worried in vain, however, as her parents and brother were more than
appreciative of our efforts, complimentary to a fault, and the festivities
went off without a problem.
   After walking her family to the car, we waved as they drove down the
street, and then hurried inside to the warmth of the living room.  We made
love on the carpet in front of the tree.  Our personal gift to each other.
   That spring went very much like the fall.  We were in love and everyone
around us knew it.  Caleb and Mary, two of our best friends, teased us
unmercifully.  Caleb had proposed over Christmas break and of course Mary
said yes, and he told me he was sure we were next.
   In truth, I had thought of looking for a ring, but decided it could
wait.
   Unfortunately, good things have a way of being evened out by bad things,
and our lives were no exception.  In April I found out my father had
developed a brain tumor and was in the hospital.  He went into surgery to
have the marble-sized lump removed, and things were looking up for him, but
something went wrong and he slipped into a coma.  Feeling guilty, I visited
from time to time, but quickly tired of seeing his lifeless body as it
wasted away in a thin gown, tubes stuck in wherever they would fit.
   Around the same time, Stacey's mother had a health crisis of her own. 
No doctors could say for certain what was ailing her, but her energy
flagged, she found herself weak and tired constantly, and eventually had to
leave her job.  She was constantly depressed and was at a loss as far as
how to get better.  She continued to get worse.
   After finishing our junior year, I dropped the lease on the apartment,
packed my belongings, and headed home to watch after my mom, at least for
the summer.  Stacey did the same.  We promised to talk over the summer, and
planned on getting another apartment together the next fall, if not a
house.
   *****
   As often happens, life has a way of taking over.  Stacey's mom was not
improving and Stacey was forced to make a decision between family and
school, and family won, at least temporarily.  She called me one afternoon
to tell me the bad news.  Stacey and her family had talked things over, and
she had decided to take off the first semester from school, possibly the
entire year.  Her father was a representative for a small farm implements
company, and spent much of his week on the road, so it was becoming
increasingly difficult for him to care for his wife.
   Stacey volunteered to help, an idea immediately dismissed by her
parents. She kept pressuring them, and they finally relented, on the
condition that once her mother's health improved sufficiently, Stacey would
start school at the earliest opportunity.  She agreed, and the decision was
made.
   I was disappointed, of course, having been looking forward to seeing
Stacey the rest of the summer, but I understood her reasoning.  My own
father's failing health had given me a new respect for my mother and her
inner strength, and I felt obligated to help out as much as possible. 
Thankfully, my aunt and uncle lived close by, and would watch over things
when I was away, so I started school as planned.
   To be honest, I wasn't quite sure what to expect.  Because of the rising
costs of my father's health care, I was back in the dorms for my final
year. I was fine with that.  The only real drawback was having to share
three washers and dryers with an entire floor.  But I also didn't pay
utilities, so it was okay.
   My roommate was no one I knew.  Because I was so late in signing up for
the on-campus housing, I was assigned a student at random.  His name was
Mike, and he was a nice guy.  Maybe a little more of a party animal than I
would have liked, but I'm sure I was a real downer for him too.
   I talked with Stacey most weekends, when the phone rates were cheapest,
and occasionally during the week.  We discussed our parents, mostly. 
Nothing seemed to be changing with my father.  He was still in a coma, and
was slowly slipping away.  My mom had resigned herself to the fact that he
would soon be on life support, and then it was only a matter of time. 
Stacey's mother was still very much under the weather, but didn't seem to
be getting worse.  Some days were better than others, of course, but
overall she seemed to be holding steady.
   My class schedule was making it difficult to get away on weekends,
either to Stacey's house or to visit my mother.  As difficult as it was
being away from Stacey, we both realized it was necessary.  As the fall
semester progressed, it looked more and more likely Stacey would be back in
the spring, something that I was definitely looking forward to.
   *****
   One Friday in November, a couple weeks before Thanksgiving I was sitting
at my desk studying when Mike burst into our room.
   "John, get out of your damn chair right now.  We're going to a party."
   I looked up at his outburst and saw my roommate, propped up on the arms
of two girls I'd never met, a bottle of wine in his right hand and what
looked to be a pair of underwear in the other.
   I grinned at him.  "Looks like you've already been partying without me.
I think you're doing fine for the both of us." I turned back to my study
notes.
   "John, you don't understand," he looked at me imploring me to
understand. "Jenny," and he looked to the girl on his right, "thinks you're
a really cute guy.  I don't see it myself, but she's convinced Heather that
you have to go to this party with us.  Right girls?" They nodded, Jenny
looking into my eyes and licking her lips seductively.
   "Mike.  I'd love to, but I have a big exam in my practical applications
seminar and if I don't get any studying done tonight I'll fall behind."
   "Screw studying.  It's the weekend!" It was obvious Mike had been
drinking, he was slurring his words almost beyond recognition, and I could
see he was having trouble focusing, much less standing.  Knowing that in
his inebriated state he would keep begging until I gave in or he passed
out, I sighed to the inevitable.
   "Fine, I'll go, but just for a little while." I looked at the girl I
thought was Jenny.  "Sorry, I really do have to get some studying done this
weekend."
   A smile lit her face.  "Cool!" she practically squealed.  Rushing over
to grab me, she bumped Mike with her hip and sent him sprawling.  Realizing
what she had done, she froze, wanting to grab me but feeling obligated to
help Mike.
   "No problem.  My fault.  Sorry." Mike apologized to no one in particular
as Heather helped him to his feet.  "Thanks buddy," he slurred in my
direction.  "You'll have a blast at the party.  Jenny's the best."
   I saw Heather give him a little glare before smiling at me.  Mike didn't
notice a thing.
   Heather guided Mike out of the room, looking back at me, before pushing
Jenny towards me, whispering "Have fun you guys."
   "Wow.  So, hi.  I'm John and you're Jenny?"
   She smiled at me.  "Yeah.  You've got a really nice room.  It must be
nice being a senior, huh?"
   "I guess so, another few months and I'll be out of her and into the real
world.  When do you...  what year did you say you were?" For some reason I
found myself tongue-tied around this beautiful girl.
   "I didn't say," she giggled softly.  "I'm a freshman.  But I'm mature!"
She pouted her lips and cocked her hip, trying to look...  mature, I think.
It didn't really work, but it was sexy as hell.
   "So how much studying do you have to do?  Do you really not want to go
to the party?  I love parties and this one is supposed to be so cool!" She
was almost shaking with giddiness over how cool this party was, I really
hated to be such a wet blanket.
   "I really can't afford to take more than an hour or so.  It's a big
test, and I want to do well on it."
   I saw her face drop.  "But it's going to be such a good party, and I
really want to go with you."
   Not wanting to hurt her feelings too badly, I tried to explain.  "I like
parties too, but I'm here to get a degree.  Most weekends are good for me,
but this one really isn't.  But we could hang out here for a while, if you
want." I blurted it out before I realized what I said.  What was I saying?
What about Stacey?
   She nodded solemnly towards me.  She too was here to get a degree.
   As long as it didn't interfere with her parties, I thought to myself,
rather uncharitably.
   She looked around the room, thinking to herself.  Making a decision, she
got to her feet and closed the door.
   From the moment she had walked in the room, she looked familiar to me,
but I couldn't place her, and wrote off the feeling, assuming she must be
one of those people who have familiar faces.  As she sauntered back towards
me, I took the time to really look her over.  I couldn't shake the feeling
that I knew her from somewhere.
   The first thing I noticed was the tits.  I'm sorry to say it but in her
case it was true.  I know the proper thing to notice is the eyes.  And all
women are supposed to be so sensitive and funny and beautiful inside, but
there was no getting around it, Jenny had a big rack.  I'm no expert on bra
sizes, and it always amazes me that someone can look at a girl and
immediately go, 'she's got a set of 38D tits on her' because I don't know
it can be done, but any way you looked at it, Jenny was stacked.  Think of
a Barbie doll come to life, except not quite so front heavy, and I know for
a fact that Jenny, unlike Barbie, had nipples.  They were kind of hard to
miss, sticking out the front of her white tank top.  Obviously it was too
cold for her in my room.
   In addition to the tiny tank top, Jenny had on a tiny denim skirt and
knee-high leather boots.  'This girl is only 18?' I thought to myself.
   What made it more unbelievable was her ass, which I got a good view of
as she suddenly spun in front of me and bent over to unzip and remove her
boots.  The skirt rode up over the bottom of her cheeks, and I was faced
with the smooth moons, with only a thin strip of a yellow thong to preserve
her modesty.
   Suddenly she turned towards me, catching my look of embarrassment at
being caught peeking.
   "It's okay if you want to look.  I don't mind." So saying, she peeled
off her tank top, revealing what I had suspected.  She wasn't wearing a
bra, and her large tits swayed in the air with very little sag, nipples
pointing straight ahead.
   Seeing my look of approval, Jenny grabbed her tits with both hands,
squeezing them together.  "You like?"
   I could only nod, my throat suddenly dry and my mind going a thousand
miles an hour trying to figure out what was going on.
   I was so deep in thought I forgot Jenny was standing in front of me,
until she jarred me back to reality by dropping to her knees.  She began
stroking the insides of my legs, and to my horror I could feel the blood
begin pumping into my soft penis, filling and engorging it, and we both
watched as it twitched to life, tenting the loose shorts I was wearing for
studying.
   "Ooh...  looks like someone else likes my boobs too," she smirked,
reaching out with one pink-tipped finger and tracing a line down one side
of my cock, and gently squeezing my balls.
   I gasped at the contact and felt myself throb to my complete length, as
her hand slid up and down my hard shaft, on the outside of my shorts.
   Quickly tiring of this, she dragged me to my feet and yanked my shorts
and underwear to my knees.  Pressing herself against me, she grasped me in
her hot hand, rubbing my cock over her face and neck, kissing the head
softly, before inhaling my entire length in one stroke.
   "Oh God," I heard myself say.  She giggled at my reaction, and started
bobbing her head up and down my shaft at a furious pace.  My hips started
making involuntary little thrusts into her throat, but she didn't seem to
notice, so intent was she on her mission.
   I tried to grab her tits, hoping to give her some pleasure in this, but
she just slapped my hands away with a gentle shake of her head.
   Obviously intent on bringing me off as quickly as possible, she started
sucking on the head of my cock, lashing the tip and sensitive underside
with her tongue, while with her left hand grasped my shaft and began
stroking furiously.
   I knew I wasn't going to last long and tried to warn her of my impending
orgasm, but she just nodded slightly and increased the strength of her
motions.
   Suddenly I felt my balls tighten and the familiar contractions began and
within seconds I was shooting into her mouth.  It had been months since I'd
had any sex with Stacey, and this was so unexpected and exciting, that I
shot five or six large ropes of jism into her mouth, followed by three or
four more weak spurts.  My knees gave out and I popped out her mouth,
seeing a surprised look on her face as she quickly shut her mouth, and fell
back on my bed.
   As unexpectedly as it had started, the evening ended, because without
warning, and without another word, Jenny put on her tank top and boots, and
with one quick glance at my wall clock, she was out the door.
   Unbelievable.
   *****
   I found out the next day what had happened.  Needing to spend some time
alone with my books, I trudged to the library to get some studying done
away from my dorm.  My roommate Mike is a nice enough guy, but when he's as
hung over as he was this morning, he can be quite the grouch.  So I packed
up my books and notepads and was off.
   As I walked in the main doors of the library and nodded to the student
librarian, things started clicking into place.  There was Jenny!  I looked
again to make sure I wasn't imagining it, but it was her.  I suddenly
realized why she had looked familiar the night before.  Gone were the tank
tops and fuck-me boots, but it was definitely her.  Dressed quite a bit
more properly this morning, she blushed prettily when she saw me looking at
her.
   I walked over, curious to hear her explanation of the night before.
   "Hey," I said, as noncommittally as possible.  "What's going on?"
   "Um...  nothing much.  How are you?" She was having a difficult time
meeting my gaze.
   We talked about fairly bland, everyday school stuff for a little while,
until finally I needed to know.
   "So, where'd you run off to so fast last night?" I asked, tired of
beating around the bush.
   "Back to my sorority," she started.
   I found out she was a freshman pledge at one of the bigger sororities on
campus, and one of her sisters had demanded that Jenny bring her a fresh
mouthful of cum before midnight, or face severe punishment.  As it turned
out, Jenny was somewhat on the shy side, although last night certainly
wouldn't have shown it.
   She had been screwing up her courage all night, but when she finally got
to my dorm, her mind was made up.  She had hoped to get me alone at the
party and explain things to me, since she knew I was a "nice guy," but when
I wanted to stay in the dorm, she saw her opportunity and took matters into
her own hands, so to speak.
   "So how was it," I asked, curious, having never tasted my own spunk, and
honestly having to desire to do so.
   "Kind of gross," she answered, "but I did it, so that's all that
matters."
   "Last night was kind of a shock to me, but you need to know I have a
girlfriend back home and..."
   "Oh no!  Shit," she swore, and suddenly looked around, realizing where
we were.  She continued, her voice much softer.  "I have a steady boyfriend
here on campus, but he's on the football team and wasn't around this
weekend because of an away game.  I wish I'd had time to explain it last
night, but I was in a hurry." She blushed again.  "I'm sorry, I hope you
don't think horribly of me!"
   I laughed quietly at her, assured her it was okay, that I didn't mind
being used as a semen pump, and went on to study, silently shaking my head.
   As the day wore on, however, I began to feel more and more guilty.
   I wasn't upset with Jenny, not really.  She obviously had a goal in mind
and I became the most likely target, so more power to her.  I was a little
pissed at myself, for having given in to her as easily as I had.  Sure she
was pretty and sexy and obviously willing, but there were lots of girls out
there, and if I would cave as quickly as I did with Jenny, then what would
the future hold for me when Stacey came back to school.
   I chewed on this problem for the next week, before deciding I had to
tell Stacey.  It was important to me to keep things on the level with her.
It was difficult enough for the two of us, being apart for so long, much
less dealing with our parents' health issues,
   It was the week after Thanksgiving, and I was back at school, when I
finally screwed up the courage to call Stacey and spill all.  After talking
of inconsequential matters for a few minutes, I finally started.
   "Stacey, I have to tell you something, and I apologize with all my
heart, because I know it's going to make you angry."
   "What?" she questioned, and I could hear the nervous edge into her
voice.
   "A couple weeks ago, a Friday night, I was studying in my dorm, when my
roommate came in, with two girls hanging all over him..." I went on to
explain everything that had gone on that night, leaving nothing out,
including the next morning at the library.  I pleaded with her to
understand that it would never happen again, it was a weak moment for me,
and it meant nothing to me.  She, Stacey, was the world and I would do
everything in my power to avoid hurting her.
   When I was done there was a long pause on the other end of the phone. 
Was she in shock?  How much did she hate me?
   "Stacey, are you there?  I'm sorry, it was..."
   "Hold on a second, John.  Wait.  Don't say anything else."
   "Are you mad at me?" I asked, dreading her answer.
   "I have to go."
   "Wait!"
   "No, my mom needs me.  We'll talk about this later.  I'm not mad.  It's
okay.  Bye." And she hung up.
   I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.  I knew I had screwed up badly.
She didn't sound mad really, but it didn't seem 'okay' in the least.  I
thought about calling back immediately, but knew that wouldn't be helpful.
   So I did what I always do in situations like this.  I pulled back into a
shell and studied.
   Mike seemed to know something was up, but after I assured him nothing
was his fault, he seemed in a better mood.  And why shouldn't he?  It
wasn't his fault he'd brought Jenny to our room.  He didn't know about her
agenda, at least I didn't think he did, and even if he was in on it, I made
the ultimate, bad decision.
   During the weeks leading up to Christmas break I talked with my mother
more often than normal.  My father was now on life support, and was
slipping away more quickly.
   We discussed it, and decided that if he was still deteriorating after
New Year's, we would seriously consider pulling the plug.  It saddened me.
Even though we hadn't been close the last few years, he was still my
father, and I suppose some corner of my being still loved him.
   Finals over, and feeling pretty good about myself, I made the drive home
and set up my old room again.  I would be home for the next month, and
wanted to get settled as soon as possible.
   My mother and I spent the next few days at the hospital.  There wasn't
much we could do, but we both felt an obligation to be with him, especially
around the holidays.
   Christmas Day didn't look like it was going to be very exciting.  The
two of us exchanged presents, such as they were.  My mother gave me some
new clothes, of course, and I got her a necklace I'd seen one day the
summer before while shopping with Stacey.  She put it on immediately, and
it looked good on her, and she complimented how nice I looked in my
clothes. I suppose she was right, and I was happy to have them, since I
generally don't pay much attention to what I'm wearing.  She's often had to
throw clothes of mine away, so full of holes were they, when I hadn't as
much as noticed.
   After celebrating, I went to take a nap while Mom drove to the hospital.
She wanted me to go, but I begged off, still sleepy and sluggish from the
large dinner we'd had.
   I lay in bed for a while after she'd gone, and decided to call Stacey.
We hadn't talked much since our discussion a few weeks prior, and while
we'd never again mentioned Jenny, I got the idea Stacey wasn't too happy,
and I didn't blame her.
   The phone rang a few seconds before her father answered.  He seemed a
bit surprised to hear me calling, but agreed to get Stacey for me.  She
picked up the phone, but didn't sound glad to hear my voice either.
   "What's going on, Stacey?  I asked.  "Your dad seemed pissed that I
called." A thought occurred to me.  "Did you tell him about..." I couldn't
finish.
   "God, no!" she exclaimed, and I breathed a little easier.  "He thinks
you're a great guy, but he's mad at me."
   "Why?  What'd you do?"
   There was a short pause, and I could hear Stacey take a deep breath and
then heard a big sigh.
   "We need to talk."
   A chill ran up my neck, and I started feeling sick.  She was breaking up
with me, I knew it.
   "Stacey, I'm so sorry.  Please give me another chance," I started,
before she cut me off.
   "John, it's not you, it's me.  You're a great guy, a fantastic guy, and
I didn't deserve you before, and I certainly don't now."
   "What?  If it's not me, then what is it?"
   "It's me," she choked out, and I could hear her voice shaking.  "I'm
pregnant."
   "What?  Is it mine?" I felt my future closing in and squeezing me, but
knew what I had to do.  "We'll deal with this, you know.  I don't have a
ring, but we can get married.  It'll be difficult, with both of us still in
school, but I can take a year off and get a job while you care for the
baby. I hadn't planned on asking like this," I admitted, "but I'd been
thinking about proposing." I felt myself starting to ramble, so I abruptly
stopped talking and waited for Stacey to say something.  Anything.
   Again there was a long pause and I heard Stacey sobbing on the other end
of the line.  "Oh God, John...  I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you
like this." Suddenly it was quiet and I heard a thud as the phone dropped
to the carpet.  I could hear footsteps coming closer and then the phone was
picked up.
   "Stacey?" I asked, hoping she had returned.
   "John, it's me," it was her father.
   "What's going on, sir?"
   He sighed and slowly told me the story.  It seems while he was gone so
often on his business trips, Stacey's old boyfriend from high school had
started coming around, helping out with Stacey's mom, and things had
progressed from there.
   He had been incredibly helpful, watching over the house and yard, and
driving the two women around as they needed.  One evening he had asked out
Stacey on a date, and she somewhat tentatively accepted.  Her father told
me Stacey was worried about what I'd think, but felt so ingratiated to her
ex that she accepted.
   One date turned into a few, and she felt herself feeling things for him
she hadn't felt with me.  Feelings that led quickly to intimacy and then
sex, until she found out in October that she was pregnant.  The old
boyfriend was now the new fiancˇ.  I felt sick to my stomach at the news,
but pressed on, asking if there was anything I could do to help.
   I heard him give a small laugh.  "No, it would probably best if you
didn't," he finally answered.  "I think she still loves you, but she's
confused and in trouble and needs to deal with it in her own way.  I'm
sorry you had to find out like this.  Hell, I'm sorry it happened at all.
She blew it with you, and she knows it." He paused for a little while.  "I
think it's probably best if you stayed away for a little while, give her
some space.  Again, I feel terrible...  you deserved better than my
daughter, I'm sorry to say."
   We chatted a while and then hung up.
   I felt sick to my stomach and didn't want to be bothered, so I took the
phone off the hook and feel into a fitful slumber.
   Hours later, how many I didn't know, I felt myself being shaken awake.
   "John, wake up.  Wake up, John," it was my mother, and as my eyes slowly
opened and she came into focus, she didn't look happy.
   "I've been calling for the last 30 minutes, what have you been doing?"
she asked me.
   "I don't want to talk about it," I said sullenly.  "Why were you
calling? What's wrong?
   Looking at her face though, I knew before she answered.
   "You father died this afternoon."
   Fuck.  Some Christmas this turned out to be.
   End Part 1
  
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