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   Glass Half Full
   By Romany
   (M/F, group, swingers, cons, rom)
   "So you'll be Ok on your own?" Lisa asked as she held my arms and kissed
my cheek.
   "Of course I will," I smiled at my pretty girlfriend and I kissed her
lips tenderly.
   Lisa stood and let me kiss her and then when I broke from it, she smiled
sweetly and whispered "I miss you already," and made a moue with her lips
as she turned to walk towards Sandy sitting astride her Honda motorcycle.
   Sandy started the bike and waited for Lisa to secure her helmet as she
sat astride the pillion seat of the bike.  Sandy closed her visor and
nodding perfunctorily at me, she disengaged the clutch and they were gone.
I heard the bike go through the gears as Sandy gunned it towards the first
set of traffic lights on our street, and then turned and walked sadly to
the elevator to take me up to the apartment Lisa and I had shared for two
years now.  The place felt barren without Lisa's perky presence.  She was
my love and I had had thoughts about making us more permanent but this
small voice warned me not to.  `You're not ready yet Stuie' it said.  I
knew the voice was probably right.  Hell I was only twenty two so I had
time to live before deciding Lisa was the one.  For now, my five foot six
dark haired delight would be comfort enough on cold nights.  I had one more
semester at college and Lisa had two more years before she would graduate.
Twenty-two and neither of us with full time jobs was not a sound foundation
to build a future just yet.  Then there was the car; the 1968 Mustang coupe
I was slowly refurbishing.  What money I had spare went on improving
various aspects of my prized car.  It was the car that had ruined my
weekend.  The shop had promised it back to me Friday afternoon but when I
went to collect it, they apologized and said it wasn't ready as they had
thought it would be.  I was pissed but it was what it was and I was left
without wheels for the weekend.  I had been offered a small holiday home up
the coast and had intended to cruise up there and spend a quiet weekend
revising for some important tests that were due soon.  Lisa had already
been enticed to accompany Sandy to visit her parents who lived near
Yosemite and the arrangement had been made for a couple of weeks now.  Lisa
knew I had to study and she was able to make me feel like she wasn't
abandoning me.  I agreed Lisa should go with Sandy to get out for the long
weekend, before summer finally left completely.  It would be good for her
to get out instead of being stuck with me working.  And for me, being up
the coast in my friend Nick's parents house was the perfect balance of work
and a peaceful location.
   As I sat moodily looking out the kitchen window at the bleak surrounds
of our downbeat neighborhood when the phone rang.  It was the shop with
good news about the Mustang.  The missing part had arrived after I called
last evening and they had fitted it that morning and set the car up to be
collected.  Could I come and get it today?  I certainly could.  I hastily
packed a bag and called Nick.
   "Hey buddy," I began, "any chance I can use your folks house as you
offered me?" I asked cheerily.
   "Sure man, the offer is still there.  When are you leaving?" he
answered.
   "In about an hour," I answered.  "As soon as I collect the `Stang from
the shop, and I'll cruise by and get the key as you suggested on
Wednesday."
   "Sweet.  See you about eleven or so," he said calculating when I would
likely be there.
   "OK," I answered and hung up.
   I called a cab and within half an hour I was writing out a check for the
repairs to the Mustang and soon heading to Nick's frat house apartment.  He
greeted me in his laid back laconic way and handed me a set of keys and
quickly ran through a short list of do's and don'ts and some advice on the
area.  I grinned at his fastidious attention to detail which was a
contradiction to his general attitude.  Soon I had left San Francisco and I
was heading up the coast.  About an hour and a half's drive.  I played the
stereo loud and opened both windows and gunned the car to wind it out and
give it a good blow out.  I went past a series of cars which I picked were
in a small convoy and noted they were all young men and women and I guessed
they were heading up the coast for a boozy weekend.  Eventually I saw the
small super market that Nick had said was about five miles south of his
parents house and I pulled into the car park and sat and compiled a list of
groceries to get me by.  I needed staple things like salt pepper and sugar,
coffee, butter and such like, as well as eats for meals.  As I sat
contemplating what to get, the cars I had overtaken earlier pulled into the
car park.  An old Chevy Malibu stopped closest and a guy with long hair
tied in a pony tail turned and looked at me from the driver's seat.  I
stared back wondering what he was looking at and noted he was sneering at
the Mustang, and me in particular so I grinned at him, and then ignored
him. I got this a lot from people who recognized the classic car and mostly
were envious of me being so young and owning one.  If the truth be known my
grandmother had left a tidy little inheritance when she passed on and me
and my sister Katy did nicely as individuals.  That paid most of the car
and a year's tuition to make this final year easier to handle; such that I
only needed one part time job.  As I sat there noting my grocery list the
occupants of the other cars got out noisily and I glanced in the rear
vision mirror at a collection of cute butts that belonged to the girls all
heading to the super market.  They must be doing the same thing I was and
stocking up for the weekend.
   I climbed out of the car and walked to the super market and as I circled
with a basket, I encountered five different girls clearly all part of the
entourage outside.  One in particular appealed to me.  She was a lot taller
than the others and had long straight brown hair.  She wore a denim skirt
and a light yellow polo top with no bra as I could clearly see her nipples
pushing against the top.  Two dark haired girls left and they headed to a
little Saturn parked at the end of the four cars; they were obviously
together.  The three remaining girls were together and had a small cart. 
Two were walking ahead and the one who caught my eye was pushing the cart.
She saw me eying her and smiled and looked away quickly.  One of the other
two saw me eying her friend and she made a muttering to the girl with the
cart and they all giggled at what she said.  I felt a little flat as I was
sure it was a derogatory remark about me.  `Fuck you' I thought and
completed my purchases.  They finished just before me and one of the girls
took the cart from the nice girl and steered it quickly to head me off to
the free register.  I slowed and let them in and the nice one shrugged as
if to say `sorry' for her friend's boorish behavior.  All three were pretty
but the long haired one was especially nice; a sense of aristocratic beauty
about her.  I made my purchase as they left the super market and headed for
their cars.  The two remaining girls split from the third one I had
admired, and went to cars where it was obvious their respective boyfriends
were as they climbed into the passenger's seat beside a man driving each of
the cars.  One car, a battered Altima, had two heads, one male one female
in the back.  The nice girl had walked at a more measured gait towards the
Malibu with Ponytail in it and I shook my head in dismay that the prettiest
of the troupe was with the sad sneering bastard who had some issue with me
and my car.  As I arrived at the trunk of the Mustang she was standing to
open her door and she looked across the roof at me.
   "Nice car," she said quickly.  "It's a '68 Bullitt isn't it?" she said
referring to the Steve McQueen movie that made the car famous.
   I was stunned at her recognition of the car as much as her speaking to
me.
   "Yes...yes it is.  Very good at recognizing it," I smiled at her.
   "My father had one," she grinned and then she looked nervously down with
a look of embarrassment, and she quickly got into the Malibu.
   I sensed the guy with the ponytail had said something to make her break
off the conversation.  As I stood putting my groceries in the trunk; the
cars all reversed out and left the car park; Ponytail in the Malibu
sneering at me as he accelerated unnecessarily fast out onto the highway
north.  I shook my head at his behavior.  As if his clapped out heap could
take me down in my Mustang.
   I found Nick's parents house quite easily.  It was fantastic; situated
at the end of a short secluded drive and perched near the edge of a low
rise bank down to the beach.  It could never be built out and the seascape
view here in northern California was stunning.  The house was basically a
rectangular building that they had added on to the back; which incorporated
a garage, judging by the roller door at the end.  There was a smaller
second story set at one end of the house which covered about a third of the
lower floors area.  Once inside I saw the house was basically one large
room but had a kitchen partitioned off near the door at the end.  The
interior was furnished with a mixture of chairs and armchairs and there was
a set of French doors to a deck along the front.  Near the side of the
kitchen area there was short hallway and a door.  I opened the door and
realized this was the extension part and there was a large bunk room with
three sets of bunks.  This room also had a bathroom partitioned off of it.
There was one other toilet with a small wash basin off the main room and I
noted stairs to the top and I was surprised to find a large bedroom taking
up the entire top floor.  The bed head was against the south end of the
house and lying on your left side, you could take in the seascape beyond.
This would do me nicely.
   After I unpacked the car I put my eats in the fridge as well as a dozen
bottles of beer I had brought.  I made the bed upstairs using linen I had
been told to bring with me, and my hung towels in the bathroom.  I went
back outside and opened the garage and drove the car inside and here I was.
I set up my laptop on the dining table, and opening a beer, I sat and
looked out of the window at the sun that was past overhead, shining on the
blue Pacific ocean.  It was four o'clock.  The sun would set on the horizon
later this evening and I just knew it would be spectacular.  I sucked on my
beer and relaxed, not wanting to get right to work.  Then I heard distant
voices; laughing and calling and it was clearly a group of people having a
good time.  I walked to the window and looked south but couldn't see anyone
on the beach because of the lip of the small sandy bank to the beach.  The
house was just far enough back to view, from inside the window, the length
of the beach but not the full depth back to the low rising bank to the long
hill between the beach and the road.  I sauntered up to the bedroom for a
better view and I could see a group of people on the beach.  There was
maybe eight to ten people; about two hundred yards away.  Men and women in
shorts and bathing suits or bikinis and they were erecting a beach volley
ball net.  There was much laughter and chatter as one pole kept falling
down.  I went to leave to go downstairs when a guy came into view near the
falling pole and I recognized the guy with the pony tail from the super
market.  It was the group I had encountered earlier.  I gave a wry grimace
at the dude who was clearly berating the guy who was having trouble with
the pole and he took over erecting it properly.  I scanned the group for
his girlfriend but couldn't see her.  Then I realized there must be people
right up by the bank that ended at the beach, as different people were
looking in that direction and talking to people I couldn't see.  Maybe she
was out of view.
   I noticed a pair of binoculars sitting on the window sill and I took
them out of their case and put them to my eyes.  I reeled and took them
away quickly realizing they were powerful and they felt like they were
sucking my eyeballs out.  12x50 mariner's binoculars; these would be used
to scan the horizon for boats that passed close to land.  There was a long
narrow window high above the bed head so I climbed up onto the bed with the
binoculars and put them to my eyes to see if I could better see the people
who were previously out of my view; blocked by the bank.  By being higher
on the bed, I could now see back to the bank where the people were and saw
at least ten other people sitting or standing near the sandy bank.  I saw
the girl who had spoken to me.  She had on a light blue dress that I
believed was a beach dress that went with the bikini so she could wear it
over the bikini for modesty, but shuck it quickly to swim or sun bathe.  It
was while staring at her standing side-on that another woman moved into to
obscure her from my view.  I swallowed hard and did a double take.  It was
Sandy; Lisa's friend!
   "What the fuck?" I heard myself say out loud.
   Sandy moved out of vision quickly and I panned the glasses and picked
her up again.  Then I did a double take once more.  Sitting on the sand
with some guy who had an arm draped around her neck was Lisa.  Wearing the
tiny shocking pink bikini I knew she had.  I felt like someone had kicked
me in the guts.  It was bad enough she had lied about going with Sandy to
visit Sandy's parents, but here she was miles away from Yosemite; wearing
next to nothing with some guy draped over her.  I began to tremble and
shake at the realization my lovely girlfriend was clearly cheating on me.
If not actually being sexually unfaithful, she was at least two-timing me
at least.  I watched them for several minutes and panning the binoculars I
saw she was talking to Sandy who had on a pair of beach shorts and a bikini
top.  No doubt her bikini bottom was on under the shorts.  The guy
occasionally flicked Lisa's hair and nuzzled her and she acted coyly and
laughed as they shared some joke.  I swallowed hard and after I felt I
could stare no longer, I lowered the binoculars and stood wavering on the
bed as my eyes adjusted to normal 20/20 vision without the magnification of
the binoculars.  I sat on the edge of the bed and pondered what to do about
what I had seen.  I was still feeling gutted and so insecure that going
down there was not an option.  If I was being two-timed I would look like
the big loser.  My ego was too fragile to stand that humiliation. 
Particularly now knowing the prick with the pony tail was part of the
scene. How the hell did she know these people anyway?  All at the
supermarket were complete strangers; to me at least.
   I walked downstairs disconsolately and sat at the table where I had set
my laptop up to work.  There was little chance of work now.  I would not be
able to get my mind off the lie that Lisa had perpetrated with Sandy to
make me believe they were going to Sandy's parent's place.  This lie was
formulated at least two weeks back so I was used to the thought of not
being with Lisa for the long weekend.  It occurred to me that I had
mentioned coming here; I had mentioned Nick's offer of the house but at the
time Lisa seemed preoccupied with what she was doing when I told her and
now I realized she never listened when I said this is where the place was.
Otherwise I'm sure she would have been more concerned that we would be in
the same vicinity which would pose her a risk.  I had to conclude she knows
the guy on the beach and Sandy has aided Lisa in the lie to give her time
with him.  I sat for a couple of hours going over recent events in my life
with Lisa and as I sat there mulling things over.  I convinced myself there
were times when Lisa had arrived home late or there were gaps in her
movements I hadn't sought to probe, because I trusted her.  These were
opportunities for her to meet and become involved with someone else.  Yet
her attitude to me was never in doubt and we ostensibly had a loving
relationship.  Sex was frequent and good and it was this that made this
revelation harder to take.  Not the fact that she might be screwing someone
else but the fact she could act as if nothing was wrong and give me no
cause for suspicion.  I guess that is the challenge for all cheaters; the
normal front to their partner to avoid detection or suspicion.
   Unless of course this was a purely speculative weekend that Sandy had
invited Lisa on for moral support for her.  Perhaps the guy on the beach
was a new acquaintance.  Although he seemed very familiar with her so it
did present itself that he was already known to her; and someone she wanted
to be with that way.  She'd been away from home less than six hours by my
reckoning and that was hardly time enough for her to meet a guy that was so
instantly familiar with her.  I went back to the window regularly and
watched the crowd playing beach volleyball.  On one occasion I went
upstairs and stood on the bed with the binoculars once more and found Lisa
standing talking with Sandy.  There appeared to be a different guy talking
with them as they watched the volleyball game.  I looked for the guy I saw
her with earlier and I found him sitting with another girl wearing shorts
and bikini top.  He had an arm draped around her.  This was very confusing
and I wondered if he was just looking for a pick up and he had put Lisa off
by his familiar behavior earlier; so now he was trying someone else.  For
some reason this possibility made me feel a bit better.  If Lisa had
spurned his over-familiarity, it might be a sign she wasn't just there for
the picking.  It now seemed she wasn't with him prior to this weekend
judging by him now being with someone else.  I returned to the downstairs
and at about seven thirty I watched as the volleyball net poles were taken
down and the people on the beach disappeared.  I scanned the area with the
binoculars from the bed once more and confirmed the beach was now deserted.
The day was fading fast and the sun heading for the western horizon.  I sat
at the table and watched the sunset and an inky blue twilight became quite
light as the moon rose.  It wasn't a full moon but bright enough to allow
the beach and the ocean to be clearly visible.  I wondered where the troupe
was staying.
   A relaxing weekend had turned into a nightmare of paranoia when I saw
Lisa many miles from where she should be.  I decided to do a check of the
area and perhaps see where she and the others may be staying; assuming they
were all in the same house.  There was about twenty in that group and I had
seen much larger houses on the inland side of the highway when I had
arrived.  Few had any sea view but the proximity to a secluded stretch of
beach still made the area attractive for holidays without the benefit of a
sea view.  I walked out the access road onto the highway and crossed over
to walk on the left to face any oncoming cars in the moonlit night.  As I
walked south I had a good understanding of how much the raised land between
the road and beach blocked a view of the sea.  This road did not afford
drivers a view of the sea for about three miles south of here.  After about
200 yards, the land on the seaward side sloped down and there was a car
park area in a natural opening so you could view the beach and sea.  The
car park had a guard rail along the front edge to the beach, with a gap for
access down the few feet of sandy bank to the beach.  I deduced this is
where Lisa's crowd had gained access to the beach.  The house I was using
was not visible from here but would be visible from the beach perhaps ten
to fifteen feet out from the sandy bank.  It was the only house for about
half a mile from the south.  I decided that the crowd must be relatively
close to the car park as for some reason I decided they had walked to the
beach even though I never saw the car park from my vantage point with the
binoculars; and maybe there were cars there as they had driven from further
down the road than walking distance.  They could easily have driven but I
decided to work on the theory that they had walked here and therefore were
staying close by.  If I couldn't find any sign of them I could move further
a field on foot until such time that I give up and return to the house.  I
walked another fifty yards south of the car park and saw a row of
letterboxes.  There were four, indicating four separate addresses up a
sealed road that appeared to wind towards a steep bluff.  I figured the
houses were nestled at the foot of the bluff in the stands of trees there.
   I walked up the road and it became darker as the bluff shaded the area
from the moonlight.  I came to a driveway off to the left and noted a large
two story house with lights on within.  There were two cars parked against
a flat-board fence running from one end of house towards a stand of trees.
The fence was high and I guessed it was for privacy at the rear of the
house.  Privacy from what I couldn't tell as this was already off the main
highway by at least twenty yards.  I walked cautiously inside the property
and skirted along a stand of trees at the front that also provided privacy
from the access road I had just left.  This allowed me to see the cars more
clearly and I recognized the battered Nissan Altima I had seen at the
supermarket.  The other car I did not recognize.  Well at least some of
that group was here.  Perhaps there were more houses occupied with the
people from the beach.  I wanted to see behind the board fence as I could
see two large gates in the fence.  I reasoned there may be more cars beyond
and perhaps Sandy's bike.  It occurred to me that as they left early today,
they would have been here before the cars I saw earlier at the supermarket;
and maybe the area behind the fence had many cars.  The two out front being
two to many to go inside.  I came to a stand of trees on the side of the
property that bordered an adjacent section.  Peering through the trees I
vaguely made out a darkened house next door.  As I went to move through the
trees I stopped realizing there was a mesh fence in the trees I had not
seen.  Instead of trying to climb over it in the dark, I went back along
the front of the property and out onto the access road.  Walking up the
road further I came to the drive for the house that was in darkness.  I
walked up the boundary line with the first occupied house with the trees as
cover.  This way I walked right along the fence line in the trees and soon
realized I was beyond the intersection with the board fence.
   My hunch about more cars was correct.  As I squatted and peered through
the chain mesh fence I saw at least seven cars including a pickup inside a
sort of grassy compound formed by the flat-board fence, the house, the
trees where I crouched, and the steep bluff at the back.  The double gates
were to allow access and would be locked from the inside.  I saw a short
porch on the side of the house facing me and a light burning over the door
which was open.  To the right were lighted windows and I crouched
instinctively as someone was suddenly visible in the windows.  Judging by
their actions, there was a sink below the window sill as they seemed to be
running water.  This must be the kitchen.  The person left and the kitchen
was empty again.  I assessed the chain mesh fence before me.  It was about
four feet high and it would be difficult to simply step over.  I trailed
along towards the rear of the property shielded in the darkness of the
trees and I came to a gate.  It was a surprise finding it here near the
back boundaries but maybe the owners of these houses were friends and the
gate was used to move between the properties for ease of access for social
get-togethers.  I opened the gate quietly and stepped through onto the
property where I believed Lisa to be although I had not seen Sandy's
motorbike and maybe I was wrong; but I needed to find out if she was here.
I slowly moved between the parked cars and halfway across the section I
stopped beside the Chevy Malibu that I had seen the guy with the ponytail
and his hot chick earlier.  Well they were here at least and just back
further to the board fence was the Saturn I remembered the two dark haired
girls were in.  But no motorbike.  I could hear music from within; not loud
music to suggest a noisy party, but steady beat and rhythm.  There was also
a smattering of voices and occasional laughter to suggest people having a
convivial social get together.  Eventually I reached decision time.  Did I
have the guts to walk in the open door?  I stood pondering my move.  What
would I say if discovered?  I could argue I was looking for a party I had
been told about.  The worst that could happen was maybe being set upon as a
gatecrasher.  But I had to know if Lisa was here.  The failure to see the
bike was not sufficient as it might be parked anywhere that I could not see
it without inspecting the entire rear of the yard.  I decided to be bold.
   I walked directly to the door and stepped into a short hall that had a
doorway at the end.  The kitchen was off this short hall and I peered in.
It was empty and the bench had food and plates indicating the remnants of a
meal.  Burgers by the look of the food scraps.  I walked to the fridge
against the far wall and brazenly opened it and saw the booze crammed
inside.  I took out a beer and twisted the top of and had a long drink.  I
would simply bluff from here on in.  I turned and walked out the door and
further along the hall to the end and peered carefully around the door
jamb. Having come in from the moonlit outside, the interior of the large
room was surprisingly dark despite three small table lamps struggling to
illuminate the areas of the room where they were situated.  As my eyes got
used to the dim interior light, I opened them in amazement at what was
slowly revealed to me.  To the left against a wall was a large armchair. 
Clearly visible in the armchair due to the presence of one of the lamps on
a low table, was a blond head pushed back in the chair with legs over the
padded arms and a naked man clearly fucking a seated woman.  The blond head
moved and pressed back against the back of the chair and I recognized
Sandy. Oh my God!  Sandy was being ploughed by a rather solid guy standing
between her legs.  And there was a naked guy on the other side of them
standing and clearly fondling her breasts as she was being fucked; and
stroking his cock.  The classic gangbang pose of the next in line.  I was
close enough to be able to discern the noises of Sandy being fucked as the
guy slapped into her and she grunted and sighed.
   I panned my eyes a little to the right to the front corner of the room
and saw a guy with a thick mustache who was maybe in his thirties or even
older; sitting in an identical chair to Sandy's with his head back in
apparent bliss as a woman crouching naked before him was sucking his cock.
It was one of the dark head girls in the Saturn at the supermarket.  His
chair in the corner faced diagonally at Sandy's and he lowered his head and
I could see he was now watching Sandy getting fucked while the girl sucked
his dick.  There were two large wooden pillars in the centre of the room to
support the top story of the house as the room was so big the upper floor
needed support.  These were surrounded with low table-like flat surfaces
with a collection of books and ornaments to take away the obtrusive nature
of the pillars in the living area proper.  As I scanned slowly around my
concentration in assimilating the scene was broken by giggling and laughter
and male voices cheering in a lurid sort of way.  I turned quickly to the
right and saw the backs of four maybe five people.  One of them moved a
little and I saw there was a couch neatly fitting the gap in a small
alcove, on which there were two naked women apparently in a lesbian
embrace. I opened my mouth in shock and then swallowed hard as I thought I
caught a glimpse of Lisa as one of the woman.  My heart rate quickened and
after a dazed review of Sandy, and the guy on the chair getting the blow
job, I sidled unsteadily up behind the row of watchers in front of the
couch.  I was able to keep one of the pillars between me and the guy in the
corner as he had best view of the majority of the room.  As I neared the
row of people I noted they were three men and I thought the one at the end
on the right was maybe a women but could not see clearly.
   Now I was closer behind the line of obstruction, I could see the women
clearly.  My heart skipped a beat.  One was the second girl I saw in the
Saturn at the supermarket; the other was Lisa!  The other girl was holding
her and they were fondling each other between the legs.  The girl was
talking to Lisa quietly and occasionally they would giggle.  To my eyes
Lisa was behaving as if she wasn't sure what to do and the other girl was
telling her to be cool and follow here lead; or some such instructions.  Is
this why she came here?  To indulge in some girl-girl action to satisfy
bi-curious feelings?  But why in public like this?  I stood enthralled
watching the other girl coach Lisa in feeling between her legs and they
would then kiss for a short while and then the girl pulled Lisa's mouth to
her large breasts.  Lisa was sitting on the couch half turned to the girl
who was kind of laying back.  As I watched this scene I felt a presence to
my right and a guy had appeared from somewhere and he was staring at the
scene on the couch.  He sensed me look at him and turned his head and
leaned in.
   "This is fucking tame," he whispered.  "You should see Mal and Pig
upstairs," he chuckled.
   "What are they up to," I whispered back still keeping an eye on the
scene on the couch.
   "They've got that Australian bitch they picked up in Oakland and they're
double teaming her...both holes at once.  Mal's on his back with her riding
him and Pig is in her ass.  She's going ape-shit," he leered at me,
obviously reliving the scene he recently left.
   "Did you get any?" I whispered and grinned; to let him think I was OK
with the scene.
   "I stood on the bed and she sucked me a bit but she was so occupied with
her cunt and ass being reamed she wasn't able to concentrate," he chuckled.
"So I jacked a face full on her," and he took a swig of the beer he was
holding and then gave me a smug grin.  "She lapped it up...literally," he
chuckled loudly enough for one of the guys to turn around.
   "What's up?" he asked.
   The guy with the sordid story stepped forward half a pace and began
relating the story about Mal and Pig and the Australian girl once more.  By
the end of the telling, all three men in the line were listening and they
started to snigger.
   "I'm going to take a look," the guy on the left end said and immediately
moved to the doorway at the end of the room.
   I presumed that was the way to the stairs to the top floor.  The guy
with the news stepped into the line of spectators to Lisa and friend and I
stayed where I was out of the light.  It was while standing watching the
scene between the shoulders of the three guys that I realized the one
second from the right had long hair.  It hit me; this was the pony tailed
prick in the Malibu only he'd released the pony tail.  I moved back and
looked at the fourth person I could not identify earlier and realized it
was the girl who had been with him; the one who had remarked about the
Mustang.  Her hair was tied up which is why I thought she might be male
when I first saw the four of them watching.  She was watching the girls on
the couch.  I saw she was wearing the plain shift type dress she was
wearing on the beach.  I deduced she was still wearing a bikini or bathing
suit underneath.
   "Of fuck this pussy shit," I heard the long hair say and to my surprise,
he walked forward and immediately pulled his shorts down.
   He was already bare from the waste up and he took one of Lisa's legs and
twisted her so she lay back and her legs came open.  Lisa gasped "oh" in
surprise and I was about to leap to her aid when I was frozen by her
reaction.  She immediately adjusted herself on the seat of the couch in
obvious preparation to receive him and I heard her almost giggle an apology
to her lesbian partner "I'm much better at this" as she glanced at the girl
she had been engaged with.  My heart hit my boots as I saw Long Hair lift
Lisa's thighs up and out; and stooping he shoved into her in one thrust,
causing her to gasp in surprise at his sudden invasion.  The remaining guys
let out a little cheer and then another guy advanced on the other girl Lisa
had been engaged with.  I was devastated by what I was witnessing.  Lisa's
hands came over the guys shoulders with her legs wrapped around his hips
and she participated fully in him getting into her properly.  The second
guy engaged the other girl in a similar manner.  I'd had enough so I slowly
turned and walked on shaky legs to the back of the room to leave.  Lisa and
the other girl were now being fucked side-by-side on the couch by two men
standing between her opened legs.  My lasting vision would be of Lisa's
chin on the Long Hair's shoulder and her eyes shut in obvious enjoyment at
what she was doing.  I glanced sideways at Sandy as I left and noted the
skinny guy who had stood beside her earlier while she was being fucked, was
now between her legs fucking in the place of the bigger guy she had when I
first saw her.  As I paused to look, I looked at the guy in the corner who
was being blown when I came in.  He was sitting with the girl who had given
him oral on his lap; fingering her as she lay with her head against his
shoulder.  He was watching me watch Sandy's action and I saw the quizzical
look on his face.  It was dim and there wasn't much light near me but he
was clearly trying to work out who I was.  I turned my head and walked from
the house.  I had an urgent need to flee fearing the guy in the chair did
not recognize me as someone who should be here.
   As I stepped off the porch I glanced sideways and saw a motorbike
between the pickup truck and the house.  I hadn't seen it when I walked
across to the door earlier as I was concentrating on getting inside the
house.  I walked towards it and stood looking down at it.  In that instant
Sandy became the focus of my anger about what Lisa was doing here.  She had
talked Lisa into coming here; made up the lie for Lisa to put to me.  It
was all Sandy's fucking fault.  I don't know why I did it but I unscrewed
the gas cap on the tank of the bike.  Taking my cock out, I pissed into the
petrol tank like a juvenile schoolboy prank I had done once before to a guy
who was a weenie and we were persecuting him.  Not one of my proudest
moments but here I was again; pissing into a motorbike gas tank.
   "That's a bit mean," a female voice said from behind me.
   I started in shock someone was there and turned quickly with my cock
still leaking piss onto my shoes.  It was the gorgeous girl who had been
with Long Hair/Ponytail.  She walked towards me.
   "Better put that away before it does anymore damage," she said with a
light lilt of humor in her voice.
   I flicked the last drips and put my cock back, half turning in the gloom
so she couldn't see me.
   "Oh puh-lease," she giggled quietly.  "I've seen plenty of those to last
a lifetime," she said wryly.  "Who are you and what are you doing that
for?" she continued, now standing beside me.
   "I'm the boyfriend of the girl your guy is currently screwing in the
chair," I answered ruefully.
   "Aaaahhh...the new girl.  I didn't see you arrive today," she said
obviously thinking I was here with Lisa and I was in with this scene.
   "No...I came here for a quite weekend...staying at the house north of
here.  She's supposed to be somewhere near Yosemite with the girl who owns
this motorbike...Sandy...who's being gangbanged in the armchair," I
explained sullenly.
   "Oh dear," she said in a mock grim voice.  "And she just happened to
turn up here.  Bad luck for both of you," she continued.  "It's probably
put a dent in your relationship."
   "You bet it has and it's all down to her friend Sandy...who owns this
bike.  She helped concoct the lie they were off to see Sandy's parents," I
explained.
   "So bad girl Sandy, and you're pissing in her gas tank to get even," she
said with a chuckle.  "It's a little Porky's for a guy who's sophisticated
enough to drive a vintage Mustang isn't it?" she said.  "I mean if I'm not
mistaken, you're girlfriend has been more than cooperative since she got
here; to the point she's on the couch with my boyfriend Turk, and clearly
enjoying herself" she said pointing out the obvious.  "It seems she's
pleased about being here," she said almost in triumph.
   She was right and I had no bitch with Sandy.  I hung my head ruefully
and ran my hand through my hair.  I was defeated.  She was right.  And this
was a stupid adolescent reaction.  The obvious fact was Lisa came her
clearly knowing what took place here and she was willing to come and go
along with it.  I lifted my head and looked at her.
   "You're right..." I began.
   "Hannah...my name is Hannah," she said realizing I was searching for her
name.
   "Stuart," I answered.  "Everyone calls me Stuie."
   "Well Stuart...Stuie, you'd best get out of here.  I think Wade has
cottoned onto the fact you're a gatecrasher," she warned.
   "Wade?  The older guy in the armchair with the dark haired chick?" I
asked.
   "That's him.  He owns this place and coordinates these little
get-together's.  He's a mean prick so you'd best get out of here," she
continued lowering her voice and sounding grave.
   I nodded and turned to walk around the back of the truck when we heard
someone at the back door.  She instinctively crouched down; and reaching
for me she crouched and waddled like a duck towards me and pushed me around
the back of the pickup so we were concealed behind it.
   "Hannah...where are you, you sulking bitch?" came a voice "Come back
inside and stop being a drag," the voice continued in an angry tone.
   "It's Turk," she whispered.  "He's pissed I walked out on him screwing
your girl.  He loves to fuck women in front of me...sort of a macho putdown
on me for not getting right into this," she whispered and peered around the
side of the pickup.
   A car door opened and he called her name and then the door slammed.
   "Bitch," Turk exclaimed angrily and we heard him go back into the house.
   "I usually just go and sit in the car...wait until he's done with
whomever...and then go back in," she said sadly.
   She turned to me crouching beside her.
   "Where are you staying?" she whispered urgently.
   "In the house up the road; on the hill," I whispered to her.
   "Take me with you...just for an hour or two," she said with a plaintive
sound in her voice.  "I need to get away from this shit for awhile...please
let me come with you."
   "Sure...we need to skirt around the cars...there's a gate in the fence
in the trees near the back.  We can walk out through the neighboring
property.  That's how I came in," I whispered so she could follow
instructions.
   I could only issue the instructions once as we had to move quickly in
case Wade and Turk got together and added up Hannah might be with me the
gatecrasher.  If I led, she had to follow knowing which way we were headed.
It worked easily and to our good luck, no one came out while we sneaked out
of the yard.  We got to the coastal road and I went to walk up on the left.
   "Take the beach," she whispered.  "If they come this far they can see
right the way up the rise...it's so light...with the moon," she said
urgently.
   She was right.  They would take a while to go down to the beach if they
thought to look there, and by that time we would be well along to Nick's
parents place.  We walked quickly to the car park and down onto the beach.
   "Stay in close," she urged.  "It's darker nearer the bank."
   Twenty minutes it took us.  Walking quickly in soft dry sand is no easy
task and eventually we stood panting at the door to the house.  I opened it
and let her in.  Without pausing, she surveyed the scene and quickly went
along the front windows pulling the curtains.
   "In case Turk comes this far looking for me," she said and then stood
staring at me.  "What now?"
   "Would you like a beer?" I asked.
   I needed one even if she didn't.  She nodded and with her arms clasped
before her pensively, she sat at the table.  I took two beers from the
fridge and opened them; handing one to Hannah.  She waited for me to take a
swig from the beer and then followed suit.  I sat at the table opposite her
and looked at her.  She was very pretty.  Her auburn hair looked a little
redder in the bright overhead light of the room.  She looked at me with
sparkling green eyes which seemed sad.
   "So what's your story?" I asked and took a swig of my beer.
   She heaved a large sigh and leaning forward and holding her beer on the
table in both hands, she gazed at the bottle and began to tell me her
story.
   "As you have already figured, I'm with Turk.  We've been together for
about eighteen months," she began.  "I met him at one of the swinger's
parties in `Frisco.  You weren't supposed to hook up with anyone; that
wasn't in the general concept of the gigs.  But we hit it off and as we
were both part of the scene, so being exclusive wasn't an issue; at the
gigs at least," she explained, and took a swig of the beer and her eyes met
mine as she lifted her head to drink from the bottle.
   She settled back still not able to look at me.
   "So we moved in and became regulars at the parties that were held where
you could turn up and virtually do what anyone else would let you do.  The
etiquette was to respect "no" as an answer if any chick or guy wasn't going
to play with you; and to be closed in telling your friends who may not be
on the same wavelength about what went on and who went there.  The message
was discretion."
   "How did you start?  I asked a little surprised she was involved at all.
   "Spring break party," she laughed.  "It was in my senior year at high
school; a few girls and some local guys on the coast with a big house and
plenty of booze and music.  I was kind of wild I guess and soon the idea of
making it in front of others became no big deal.  Plenty of other chicks
were doing it and I became blas� I guess.  Then onto college and frat
parties and the same underground swinging parties and before I knew it, I
had no way of having a normal relationship.  I had plenty of offers but
somehow the guys all seemed like they were already looking for Mrs.  Right
and...well that wasn't me back then."
   "I can see why they would regard you as Mrs.  Right," I said grinning at
her.
   "Sh-u-u-t u-u-u-p," she giggled, but she enjoyed my compliment as she
blushed a little.
   She took another drink of her beer and her eyes danced as she looked at
me while drinking.
   "Anyway, money was tight and I dropped out of college and got a job as a
waitress just to get by, and one night Wade walked in; the guy who owns the
house down the road.  Well I never knew that he'd seen me at one of the
college swinger's parties that he'd got to somehow and he discretely asked
me if I'd like to go to a party.  I said yes...I mean he was a lot older,
but he was cute in a rugged sort of way and the place he took me to had far
less people than what I was used to...it seemed more intimate
somehow...that's not a pun by the way," she grinned at her use of the word
intimate.
   I chuckled at her comment.
   "No the sex as such was more like...well like sort of open love making.
I mean that it wasn't just guys who were getting off; most of the girls
were so relaxed by the atmosphere that many of them actually had fantastic
orgasms.  Often with a boyfriend, or in some case a husband, watching them.
Sometimes with girl on girl action that they had never experienced," she
said and looked up at me for the first time.
   "You said some of the girls got off.  What about you?" I asked holding
her eyes.
   She looked down quickly not wanting to meet my gaze and I sensed a self
esteem issue in her.
   "No.  Not really.  I was an exhibitionist alright, but I can't say the
actual sex was arousing to me.  Oh sure I was excited but to me what I was
doing was like acting I guess.  And I enjoyed being part of what I felt was
an exclusive scene," she said picking at the label on her Heineken.
   "So you met Turk?" I asked recalling her comment earlier.
   "Yes.  He knew Wade and it was Turk who told me Wade trolled the
underground swinging scene and handpicked participants for his smaller
soirees.  The only rule was there had to be equal numbers of guys to chicks
except if there were more chicks," she said.
   "Sounds very biased towards men," I said listening to the gender mix in
the rules.
   "Well chicks can do chicks and guys," she said.  "But Wade has a
homophobe thing about gay sex, and is very strict on balance so there has
to be as many girls as guys...preferably more girls than guys.  There are
more people down there than you saw.  At least another seven or eight in
various bedrooms...but it all balances out.  Your girl and her friend are
the two extra girls than there are guys so that is a good thing for Wade,"
she concluded.
   I ignored her reference to Lisa and Sandy.  She sensed it and blushed
that she might have offended me, and went on.
   "Wade didn't want it to be a simple gangbang scene...not that there
weren't gangbangs as you saw; but as the same rule of `no means no'
applied, any chick being screwed serially by more than one guy was totally
in agreement.  The same for double team.  By having an even balance, or
more girls than guys, no girl was made to feel like the local slut by being
expected to put out for every man going.  And it worked.  The number of
actual partner swaps was quite modest and I don't know of any girl who felt
she'd been abused." She continued.  "In essence what Wade's gigs become was
more sex and less raunchy exhibitionism that goes on at boozy Spring Break
parties; and the sex was intended to be quality not quantity...and
generally it worked."
   "Except I sense you don't get the same enjoyment anymore," I asked and
she locked eyes with me and I saw them begin to water.
   I had hit her weakness; her waning interest in the swinger's scene.  She
took another swig of beer to break my stare but I saw the tears on her
cheeks.
   "My life has been set and I can't escape it.  It's now so sordid...it's
sordid and sleazy," and she sniffed and gave into the tears; her head down
and her arms pulled across her chest as she slumped in the chair.
   I rose and quickly walked around behind her and embraced her from the
back; bending over her and taking the bottle that was set to drop from her
hand, and set it on the table.  She pulled her hands up over my forearms as
I embraced her from behind.  The closeness and the warmth of her body
seized me momentarily and before I knew it I was leaning around to kiss
her. She was taken aback but adjusted herself to raise her face and let me
kiss her.  We kissed for several minutes; a kiss that started slowly and
became more passionate as I held her.  Finally we broke clear and she
brought a hand to my face, and twisted to look at me.
   "Oh Stuie," she whispered.  "Don't get involved with me," she said
quietly and her eyes watered.
   "I felt something pass between us...back at the supermarket today," I
began.  "I felt it again tonight when you came up to me...even despite the
shock of seeing Lisa," I said quietly.  "I have no problem getting involved
with you Hannah."
   "You can't mean that," she sniffed.  "I've been a promiscuous slut and
your Lisa is not what she thinks she can be," she said.  "You should go and
take her away from that place.  She doesn't know what she is getting into."
   "You're not a slut," I reprimanded her gently.  "The worst you can say
is you showed bad judgment at a young age followed by subtle coercing by
people that wanted to use you."
   "You make it sounds like I am a victim, but I'm not," she laughed
derisively and stifled a sob.
   "Glass half full," I said quietly.
   "What...what do you mean?" she asked and looked up at me.
   "Your glass is half full; not half empty.  If you continue to feel
trapped in this mire and feel you can't escape, and you think there is no
future then the glass looks half empty.  But in fact you made a spur of the
moment decision to leave with me despite not knowing anything about me. 
Despite the fact I might be really angry about the scene that has lured
Lisa into its depth's like a whirlpool; and I could cause trouble.  But you
left.  You have walked out on it before I suspect, but always returned
judging by the fact Turk didn't look too hard for you.  He expects you to
come back, you always have.  This time you went much farther away and you
don't have to return.  That's the positive; the glass is half full."
   Her eyes danced as she listened to my words and there was a brief look
of hope.  But when I finished, the sad look came back and she lowered her
head.
   "I have nowhere to go from here," she said sadly.  "I have to go back
there and then back to Frisco and my job, living with Turk...it's a vicious
circle," she said and sniffed and gave another stifled sob.
   "No!" I said emphatically.  "Glass half full...you stay here and you
come with me.  You stay with me until such time as you get your head
cleared and make positive plans to break the vicious cycle.  Go back to
school, anything...but you have to rid yourself of the leeches who see you
as just a pretty cunt on legs," I said forcefully, believing my rhetoric.
   She blanched at my obscenity and studied my face intently.
   "I can't," she said and started to cry.  "It's too hard...I can't...I
don't know why but I feel powerless to do what you say," she blubbed.
   "Yes you can...the glass is half full...not half empty.  Look at me. 
I've found out a terrible thing about someone I thought I loved.  I have
every reason to feel sorry for myself...glass half empty.  I have found out
my girlfriend will go to great lengths to perpetrate a lie to do something
that I would never have believed she was capable of, and it hurts me.  Yet
in the process I have met a beautiful woman who I sensed something between
us without knowing anything about her...before I knew why she feels so
sad...and what led her to be sad.  We connected somehow today; so my glass
is half full...yours is to.  Come with me...I'm not proposing undying
happiness but I am proposing you make the break and we help each other see
the positives from tonight; whatever that means for us together, or to us
individually in the long term.  I know you won't regret it."
   She sat with her head looking up at me and her eyes wide as if she was a
child hearing she were going to Disneyland or getting a sought after toy
for Christmas.
   "Do you really believe the glass is half full?" she said softly, almost
in awe of my rhetoric.
   "Yes I do Hannah, yes I do," and I bent and kissed her again.
   The kiss started as before and it became more intense as the feeling we
clearly felt since our meeting in the supermarket car park flowed through
us.  She slowly stood and twisted around to embrace me front on and before
I knew it, she had her body pushed hard against me and I became hard.  Her
eyes opened a little as she felt my cock pressed into her abdomen.  She
dropped one hand and took me; holding it through my jeans.  She was trying
to jack me despite the constriction of my clothes.  I walked her back to
one of the two old couches with rugs draped over them and pushed her back.
I stripped frantically and she did the same; pulling the plain blue shift
from her body revealing a plain midnight blue bikini.  As I waited for her
to shuck the swimsuit I stroked myself without thinking; she paused and
looked at me and her face clouded.  How many times had she been in this
situation; stripping to be taken by some guy who was leering at her
stroking his cock in anticipation like gang-bang extras in a porno clip.
   "I'm sorry Hannah," I gasped realizing the obscene sight I must present
was objectifying her.
   "No...no...Stuie...it's alright," she panted and instead of continuing
removing the bikini bottom, she leaned forward off the couch and knelt and
took me into her mouth.
   She had connected with my excitement and rejected any suggestion I was
the same old same old wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am to her.  She started to suck
and jack me expertly at the same time and I dropped my hands and fondled
her magnificent breasts and taught nipples; hard and proud on her dark
aureole.  She slurped and sucked expertly for a few minutes and then lifted
her head gasping slightly and looked up.
   "He's hard enough Stuie...come into me...quickly please," she said
almost in a whisper and as she pushed back towards the couch seat, she
pulled her bikini bottom down her legs and kicked them clear as she lay
back with her legs spread; her hair fanned our behind her shoulders.
   I gulped audibly as I saw her shaved bald sex and involuntarily licked
my lips.  I needed no further invitation and as I focused on her open sex
with my cock in hand, she reached for my shoulders and guided me over her
body.  We both sighed as I slid in and realizing it, she giggled quietly
and murmured "this is so hot" as I filled her.  I fucked a little raggedly
to start with and she moved my shoulders and once moved a hand to my hip to
gently nudge me to adjust my angle of entry; her face a little contorted
with exasperation I had the angle all wrong.  But once I got a little lower
with her guidance, I was pushing straight into her wet warmth.  She was
really ready and as soon as we struck the right entry and I started to fuck
normally, our junction of cock and cunt making a deliciously obscene
squelching noise due to her natural lubrication.  For several minutes all
that was audible was our breathing and the steady squelching of the
fucking. She roved her hands around my back and whispered encouragements;
"that's it...so good...that's right...there...m-m-m-m, n-i-i-i-ce" and
suchlike.  I felt the sweet ache of impending ejaculation and slowed so as
not to cum before I had her close and she noted it.
   "You close?" she whispered, panting as she spoke.
   "It's OK," I said muffled against her neck as I crouched into her.
   "I'm getting near" she whispered and I kept the slower pace and she
lifted her hips a little each time I came into her.
   I'd never had sex on a couch this way and it was a fair bet she had done
it this way countless times.  Soon she began lifting her groin into my
in-stroke more urgently and I heard her breathing changes to small gasps
and sighs and soon she gripped me tighter.
   "I'm close," she gasped, and began a low moan, occasionally punctuated
with sharp intakes of breath.
   She was working her body to the rhythm of my fucking and then she gasped
"oh God...I'm there...oh God it's there," and started to buck against me
and grip me with her legs wrapped around my back.
   I quickened my pace frantically to match her.  I missed her cumming and
she wailed and moaned and clung to me as I felt her body shudder from her
orgasm.  I was frantically rutting in short sharp shoves to catch her and
as she sighed `o-o-o-o-oh-h-h G-o-d-d-d-d-d as she came down.  I sighed
loudly and heard myself gasp "sweet geezus" as I started to cum and fill
her with long deep spurts as my whole body caved into the power of my
release.  Hannah was whispering "that's good baby...cum hard...let it
out...let it out baby...that's it" as I was gasping and sighing and made a
couple of embarrassing crying noises I had never made before.  I finally
wrung the last delicious spurt from my body, and collapsed against her
body; trapping her half sitting, half lying on the couch.  I went through
the final stages of my orgasm and gave a final sigh, almost like a sob, to
signal I was done.
   "So good," she whispered over and over again and she cuddled me to her
and stroked my hair.  As I lay wasted against her, her whispering stopped
and I felt her body shudder and then heard the first intake of breath that
was almost a hissing sniff that alerted me to the fact she was crying
again. I pulled back and looked at her and she looked at me with her eyes
full of tears; large tears running down her cheek.
   "What's wrong sweetie?" I asked confused as to why such a beautiful
release had upset her.
   "It was so beautiful," she sobbed and the tears flowed freely.  "I've
never ever felt that before," she sobbed and clung to me.
   No time for useless words so I slid out of her and pulled myself around
to sit beside her; leaning back in the couch and cuddled her and let her
weep.  I had to believe her and this was an emotional release of joy and
sadness.  Sadness perhaps for all the time she had been fucked and never
reached anything other than carnal excitement; not arousal and release.  I
just held on until she finally stopped crying.  Sniffing to clear her nose
she sat up and wiped her eyes.
   "Oh...I'm sorry Stuie" she began and she wiped her face with her hand
and sniffed a few times.  "I'm like a big baby," she said with a short
chuckle of embarrassment.
   "Don't you ever apologize for enjoying lovemaking again," I said with a
smile.
   "Lovemaking...making love," she said almost wistfully.  "We were weren't
we...making love...properly?" she said and looked at me with her luscious
green eyes open wide.
   "That's what I felt," I said softly and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
   "I've never done that," she said with a hint of sadness.  "It's always
thrusting sex; no deep feelings."
   "Get used to it," I said quietly and stared into her eyes.
   "Can I...?" she said almost daring to ask.
   "Yes you can," I chuckled and gave her a big hug.
   "Glass half full?" she said softly.
   "Glass half full," I repeated and grinned.  "For both of us."
   "I loved it," she said with a nervous chuckle and lightly clamped her
lip in her teeth and looked up at me and stroked my face lightly with her
fingertips.
   "Me to," I grinned.
   "It's kind of ironic really," she began.  "Here we are together on this
couch because we saw our partners the same way down there," she chuckled
and then her face went serious as she obviously thought she had said the
not-to-be-spoken.
   I laughed loudly and hugged here.
   "Happy irony as far as I'm concerned," I laughed.  "Glass definitely
half full."
   She smiled in relief that she had not upset me and squeezed my hand.
   "Glass half full," she whispered.  "I'm beginning to like that...can we
go upstairs in a proper bed and do that again," she smiled, her green eyes
shining with the residue of her tears.
   "Yes we can," I whispered and helped her to her feet.
   We didn't attempt to replace any clothing and I led her up the stairs
and pulled the top cover off the bed and she crawled over to the middle.  I
drooled at the plumpness of her sex between her thighs as she was
momentarily kneeling, as she made her way to get comfortable.  I slipped
onto the bed beside her and before I was properly settled, she was already
twisting to bring her head down to my groin as her hand took me to guide my
stiff cock to her warm mouth once more.  I lay passive enjoying her sucking
and stroked and whirled her hair in my fingers.  It was a luscious full
mane of gorgeous brown hair verging on redness; a copper frame to her
beautiful face.  After she had sucked me for a few minutes, I whispered for
her to slow down and take it easy.  She turned and smiled impishly.
   "To close?" she whispered, looking at me while lightly jacking my cock.
   "Kind of," I laughed.  "Let's give you a rest," I said and pulled her up
to lie beside me.
   As she settled beside me with a faint look of disappointment o her face,
I sat up and twisted down and around to face her; crouching half across her
body.  She caught on what I was about to do and her face lit up in a broad
smile.  I settled my mouth onto her full luscious breasts and as I suckled
and worked the nipple on one breast with my mouth, I twirled and tweaked
the other with a hand; my free hand holding the side of her head lightly. I
worked her breasts for a few minutes and she made small "m-m-m-m-m" noises
interspersed with occasional gasps as I tweaked or nipped her nipples too
hard.
   "Touch me please," she whispered.  "I need you to touch me now."
   I slid the hand on her breast directly to her vulva and found she was
very wet; partly from this new arousal and partly as a result of my semen
from the fuck downstairs.  I slid my fingers between her labia and up to
the clitoris.  She gasped "oh ye-s-s-s-s that's it," and sighed as I
settled into a rhythm with my fingers; working her breast and nipple with
my mouth.  I slowly trailed my mouth off her breasts and down her abdomen
and brought my tongue to her slit, removing the fingers working there.  She
sighed loudly and twisted her upper body in reaction to the tongue slowly
lapping and sliding up and along her sex and over her clitoris; where I
twirled it and pursed it occasionally to stab at the fleshy nubbin.  Hannah
sighed and whimpered and spread her legs wider; clutching my head and
pulling me into her sex.  She held me quite firmly and slowly rotated her
hips and began to hiss and gasp with the occasional "that's it...that's it
Stuie...oh God" interspersed as audible encouragement to me.  I shoved my
hand into her sex; three fingers pursed into one stiff digit, and pushed
them slowly in and out as I ate her.  The pinky was outside of her sex and
nudging her perineum.  I noted her entire nether region was wet from saliva
and her arousal, coupled with light perspiration.  I slowly insinuated the
smallest digit into her anus and heard her gasp in surprise and then a slow
"a-a-a-a-h" that was a sign of approval as it slid into her rectum to the
second knuckle.  I had her spitted on my fingers and my mouth savaging her
sex and clitoris as if I was a starving man eating frantically for
sustenance.  Hannah came suddenly; loud and hard as she bucked her hips and
cried out and wailed a long drawn out wail of satisfaction.  Her bucking
stopped suddenly as she held herself rigid and lifted her hips off the bed
and then gasped with a cry of "oh" and her butt fell back to the bed hard
as the orgasm passed through her.  She sighed and gave a series of nearly
hysterical chuckles as she lay flat on her back with her legs wide.  I
eased up over her and moved forward and across her, between her legs and
she looked at me with half closed eyes; a dreamy smile on her face.
   "Come into me lover," she sighed.  "Come into me...enjoy yourself."
   I did.  I slid easily into her and slowly fucked at a leisurely pace as
I adjusted myself to hook an arm around her neck while propping my body off
her torso with the other.  She looped her arms around my neck and in a
dreamy haze, she watched me as I slowly fucked and eventually quickened my
pace as I came in a shuddering orgasm.  I was a lot quieter this time but
the intensity of the release was just as deep.  I smiled and gasped and
sighed and she beamed at me in enjoyment that I was clearly enjoying her
and my release.  She pulled me to her when she sensed I had finished
cumming and I lowered myself gently onto her and we cuddled briefly this
way until my weight became too much for her.  I slowly eased out, and off
her rolling onto my side; and as she moved into me, I rolled onto my back
bringing her into the crook of my arm.  Her hair against my face and an arm
looped across my chest.  In this universal lover's post-coital embrace, we
drifted off to sleep.  I'm not sure how long we lay this way; her lying
nestled in the crook of my arm; the moonlight flooding through the window
above the bed.  She spoke and it seemed quite loud given the preceding
silence; with only the sound of our breathing and the distant sound of the
sea outside.
   "What are you going to do now?" she whispered.
   "About what?" I asked coming awake quickly.
   "You're girlfriend...Lisa," she said quietly.
   "I think my relationship with Lisa has come to a full and final
conclusion," I answered ruefully.
   "Are you sure of that?" she asked.
   "Oh yes.  I think the setting up of a lie that took some weeks to
convince me; and then carry it off, and the actual display of semi-public
sex.  And with a man she had met no more than 3 or 4 hours earlier, kind of
caps off the relationship's demise really," I said trying to sound
flippant.
   I felt anything but flippant.  Lisa had kicked me full in the groin with
today's revelations.
   "I'm sorry," she said quietly.  "I don't think she belongs in that
scene. It was odd when she first appeared today.  She didn't look at all
enthusiastic."
   "Well she looked enthusiastic enough under your boyfriend," I said
wryly. "If she had of baulked at him I probably would have intervened."
   "Why didn't you?" she asked quizzically.
   "She's an adult...she obviously exercised some judgment in perpetuating
the lie she was to be elsewhere and then came here knowing...or presumably
knowing...what it was all about.  I only needed to see how she went along
with you're man jumping her that way, to know she was exercising her
prerogative no matter what I might have felt.
   I paused briefly.
   "I was also kind of mesmerized by it.  The deer in the headlights
syndrome," I said with a chuckle.
   "Did you enjoy it?" she said quizzically.
   "I don't know.  A part of me was outraged, a part of me was
excited...not aroused...just excited," I admitted.
   "If you were there...being a part of it...do you think she would have
done it?" Hannah asked.
   "I'm certain she would have but it would be because we were both part of
it.  But before tonight, I would never have believed this was something she
would have remotely entertained.  It shows me now how little I know about
her," I answered emphatically.s "But the reality is I represent the life
that she outwardly shows to the world and how she wants to be seen.  What
she's doing there now is her own secret world.  I can't countenance the two
together.  Doing what she did to get there, and now going along with it,
has turned me off.  She can find someone else to lie to; to pursue this
sordid need she clearly has."
   I heard her sigh heavily.
   "What's wrong?" I asked sensing she was not altogether happy with my
comment.
   "Sordid...the word...it makes me feel cheap," she said quietly.
   "Oh look...Hannah...I'm sorry.  I don't mean to judge you by comparing
you with Lisa's actions.  It's just that she's living a lie and you're not.
She's not who I know anymore," I said trying to make her feel better.
   "You're right though...it's become very sordid," she said.  "I know it
has."
   "That's why you have to take this opportunity and leave it," I said and
kissed her hair against my cheek.
   "I know," she sighed.  "It's just that...I'm more secure within
it...with Turk...than facing the prospect of having to break out and start
my life over again."
   "That's because it's become the norm for you; despite admitting you want
to break away from it.  It's your comfort zone," I said.
   I turned half on my side towards her.
   "Come with me...like I said before.  We can go this morning.  There's no
possible reason to go back down there.  Come back to Frisco and we can look
at things in perspective and plan what to do," I said earnestly to her.
   "Turk would find me...come after me," she said but I sensed she was
manufacturing reasons to resist my overture for her to leave.
   "Look at me...do you think Turk can harm you if I were there?" I said
emphasizing I was bigger than her wiry boyfriend.
   "You can't protect me forever," she said evenly.
   "No but I can protect you long enough to allow you to become more
assertive and make your own choices...even where I am concerned...where
anyone is concerned," I said trying to get her to seize the opportunity.
   "Just up and leave for Frisco?" she said obviously pondering my
suggestion.  "What then?"
   "Stay with me...until you sort yourself out if that's what it takes," I
said believing I was stating the obvious.
   "What about Lisa," she asked cautiously.  "What if you have a change of
heart?"
   I hugged her to me.
   "Lisa is moving out," I said simply, and kissed her hair.  "Even if she
has no clue about it right now."
   "Then we need to go soon," she said quietly.
   "What...why?" I asked a little taken aback.
   "I left my bag with my wallet and car keys in Turks car.  I can't leave
those there as he'll have my credit cards and drivers license and things,"
she said half turned and looking at me in the dim moonlight.
   The dawn was approaching fast
   "What you want to go down there and ask for your stuff?" I said a little
confused.
   "No...he would never agree to surrender anything...particularly knowing
I wanted my wallet to probably skip out," she said.  "But it's in his car.
And if I recall, he slammed the door in anger when he didn't find me
there," she continued.  "It's probably not locked."
   "You want to go back?" I said quietly.
   "We have to if I have any chance at keeping my money from him and
keeping my identity with my driver's license," she said.
   "I'll loan you," I answered firmly.  "Whatever you have I will loan
you."
   "No Stuie...if I am to do this...if the glass really is half full as you
say...I have to do it properly," she said sounding more accepting of what I
had been preaching.
   I couldn't argue that fact despite not being convinced she needed to
retrieve her wallet.  But clearly it was her first indication she should
try what I was saying and it started with collecting what was rightfully
hers.
   "Right then...let's go," I said positively.  We have about an hour of
darkness.  The moon is fading and dawn is not far away.
   ********
   We sat in the Mustang and I leaned across and we kissed.
   "Are you OK?" I asked.
   "Yep," she answered with a weak smile.
   I drove slowly out the access road and turned right to head south to the
short street to the house where the swingers were.  The plan had been
rehearsed as I reminded her of the layout of the cars in the yard, the
chain fence between the properties, and the gate.  I would drive slowly,
lights out, past the neighboring house and make a u-turn and she would wait
in the car parked in front of the neighboring house ready to make a quick
getaway as necessary.
   "You're sure you can handle this if I have to come back at
speed...probably being chased if I'm seen," I said.
   "Of course...I told you...dad had a car like this.  I learned to drive
in it," she said firmly.  "I've driven a stick shift before."
   "So you sit with your hand on the key and keep watch; starting it
immediately you know I am being pursued," I said.
   For all the Mission Impossible trappings and heightened adrenalin I
felt, the exercise of retrieving her bag was not that difficult.  The most
tricky part was getting past the house with the throb of the big V8 not
arousing any suspicions if anyone inside was awake and wondered what or who
it was, and came looking.  Having turned the car around and parked on the
side of the road as planned we waited maybe five or ten minutes or so in
case someone came out on the street to see what the car was.
   "OK," I said heaving a sigh of anticipation I might be walking into a
problem if I was seen.  "Wish me luck."
   She leaned across and embraced me and held me for a few moments longer
than just a farewell hug.
   "Be safe," she whispered.  "Come back safe."
   I opened the door quietly and closed it firmly with both hands so as not
to slam it.  She climbed over the gear shift and centre console and sat
behind the wheel and gave me a small wave.  I walked up the boundary of the
two properties and came to the gate; crouching low and cursing the rising
dawn.  Coming to the gate I kneeled and scanned the house.  There was the
light on the porch but the kitchen windows were dark.  I figured that
everybody would be asleep.  `All fucked out, including Lisa no doubt' I
thought ruefully.  I picked my way across the yard to Turk's Malibu and
squatted by the back door; on the side away from the porch and kitchen
window.  I slowly raised myself up and peered inside the car.  The dawn's
light made it easier to see the contents of the car.  There on the
passenger's side was a linen bag as Hannah had described.  The shoulder bag
that contained all of her daily stuff, including her wallet.  She had said
her small valise of weekend clothes was in the trunk.  I slid along the car
doors and slowly tried the driver's door.  I heaved a sigh of relief when
it opened.  Turk had not locked it in his anger at not finding Hannah there
the previous evening; before he slammed it and stalked back into the house.
She had guessed correctly.  I flattened myself across the driver's seat and
carefully picked up the bag and lifted it across the centre console onto
the driver's seat, and slowly retreated out the door and crouched down
beside the car.  I felt inside the car and found the lever to release the
trunk and pulled it.  I heard a faint click and decided the trunk was
released.  Pushing the door half closed, I waddled to the back of the car
and slowly lifted the trunk.  It was empty.  Turk had no doubt taken their
bags inside.  It was a stroke of luck he had missed the shoulder bag on the
floor.
   I decided the shoulder bag was good enough.  What clothes Hannah had in
the valise could be replaced.  I looked across at the kitchen and porch and
seeing the kitchen light was still off and there was no one in there to see
me, I moved quickly to behind the next car.  I was just about to move to
the last car when suddenly the light went on in the kitchen.  I froze and
peered over the hood of an older Honda Civic.  I recognized the guy called
Wade and he stood at the sink obviously pouring a glass of water.  He stood
drinking from the glass looking directly out the window.  I was a little to
left of centre and I flattened down against the wheel of the car parked on
an angel towards the house.  By looking under the front of the wheel arch,
I could see him plainly.  Suddenly he turned and someone entered the
kitchen.  It was a woman with what looked like long thick rusty colored
hair that I had not seen before.  They exchanged greetings and he put the
glass down and pulled her to him.  My mouth dropped open and then went dry
with latent sexual excitement as I slowly watched Wade turn the woman
around so she had her back to the windows.  He jerked her up and I licked
my slips as I realized he had entered her with her butt on the bench top
and her legs up around his hips.  For about seven or eight minutes, I lay
face twisted up looking under the front of the car's bumper and air dam, at
Wade fucking the girl.  His face was all purpose for most of it but
occasionally he pulled his head back and looked at her face as he fucked
her vigorously.  She had her arms around his neck and her body shook as he
slammed into her quite roughly.
   At the end he leaned back and she lolled her head back and half lay back
over the sink, still holding him around the neck; and he clearly came and
then after a brief clinch, he helped her off the bench.  They stood petting
for a brief moment and then both turned away from me and I realized a third
person had entered the kitchen and they had turned to look at the person. I
watched what seemed to be a convivial conversation and then the third
person moved past Wade and the girl reached for the guy who had told me
about the Australian girl in the double team.  Wade was now behind them and
I saw him waving a hand around and grinned realizing he was telling the guy
to use the bench top to fuck the girl also, and then he left.  The guy
embraced the girl and it was then I made my move.  I sprinted as fast as I
could in a low crouch and went through the gate and tumbled behind a tree
on the neighboring property; just inside the fence line.  I sat with my
back to the tree and then slowly looked around the tree.  The couple were
still kissing and standing before the bench.  `Thank heavens for a guy who
practices foreplay,' I thought wryly and stood up and then quickly picked
my way from tree to tree; moving to positions further back from the chain
mesh fence until I was on the driveway.  I could occasionally see the
figures in the kitchen and when I caught my last glimpse, the girl was
stooping and disappeared from view; obviously kneeling to give the guy a
blow job.  I could see him plainly looking down at the girl and at that
point the depth of the trees hid the house from view.  Walking quickly down
the drive, I came up to the Mustang and saw Hannah's anxious face peering
at me through the passenger's window.  It was virtually daylight now.  I
held up the bag and opened the door quietly and got in.
   "You got it," she exclaimed in a whisper.  "Woo hoo," and then her face
fell.  "Where's my clothes?" she whispered noting I only had her shoulder
bag.
   "It wasn't there," I said in a normal voice knowing no one could hear
us. "Turk must have taken your bags inside.  It's lucky for us he missed
this," I said handing it to her.
   Her face showed disappointment but after searching through the shoulder
bag she produced a battered green pocket book and cell phone.
   "Well at least I got these," she said excitedly and opened the pocket
book and checked its contents.  "All here" she said as she also dangled a
set of keys she found in the bag in front of me; confirmation Turk had not
removed anything.
   She restored the wallet and keys to the bag and threw it onto the back
seat of the car; keeping the cell phone in her hand.
   "In case he calls," she said.  "I can watch it ring and just let him
wonder where I might be," she grinned impishly.
   And then looking at me sitting in the passenger's seat;
   "You want me to get out so you can get behind the wheel," she said as a
statement.
   "No...it's OK," I grinned and leaned across and kissed her lightly on
the cheek.  "Show me what your dad taught you.  Drive us back to San
Francisco...be Steve McQueen...Stephanie McQueen," I chuckled.
   She was a good driver albeit a little spooked occasionally when she
underestimated the car's powerful response to the gas pedal.  But after
about twenty miles or so she was doing nicely; albeit driving very
sedately. If anyone in the house heard the big V8 throb as we left, they
were left wondering who we were.  She drove off the street onto the coastal
highway smoothly and accelerated south.  I sat back and after she felt
comfortable she turned and smiled and I could see she was enjoying driving
the car.  I looked at my watch.  It was just gone six fifteen in the
morning.  We had tidied up Nick's parents place and emptied the fridge of
the food I had bought.  She had lifted my sheets from the bed and gathered
the towels I had been told to supply for myself; all before we went to get
her bag so we had a clear getaway.  We left the house just as I found it.
And here we were heading back to the city.  I described the lurid view I
got of Wade fucking the girl in the kitchen.
   "That was Raelene, the Australian girl with phony white girl's
dreadlocks.  She's the sort of girl we usually avoid.  A proper slut and
really drags the tone down," she said candidly.  "Mal and Pig met her in
Oakland and invited her along with them."
   I smiled at the obvious humor in a swinger's party having the tone
lowered by a promiscuous participant.  There was a funny irony in Hannah's
statement.  But I said nothing.  I vowed that I would do everything to
treat her past as maybe slightly abnormal yet not sordid; and certainly not
be judgmental of her by perhaps demeaning what it represented if I made
derogatory comments about Lisa being there.  Nearer the city she asked if
we could go to my place first.
   `Why?" I asked a little surprised.
   "Then we can taxi to my place so the neighbors don't see this car.  It's
too distinctive.  If I arrive in a taxi, we can get my stuff and leave in
my little car," she said.  "Turk would somehow expect that.  But if we
arrive in this, he will know immediately who I am with as soon as the
neighbors say what type of car it was."
   "He doesn't know me though," I pointed out.
   "Yes but the blond girl with your girlfriend will...even if he doesn't
find out immediately...he's bound to eventually.  The longer we can keep
him from knowing that...the better.  If I arrive in a cab, he won't see
that as odd.  Somehow I had got back to Frisco...I have my wallet and
credit card so that won't be unusual for me to do.  And he will know my bag
is gone so know I left with it.  It's just simpler to keep you unknown for
as long as possible," she said.
   There was a good logic to her plan so I directed her to my apartment and
we went inside while I took stuff in.
   "This is nice," she said walking slowly around the place.
   "Get used to it," I grinned.
   "Are you sure about that?" she asked quietly.
   To answer her question I walked to her and embracing her warmly I kissed
her passionately.  She craned her face up and held my arms lightly as we
kissed.  I broke the kiss and moved to ease her back to the couch.
   "No...not here...in a bed...your bed...a real bed.  Make it seem real
love making, not quick sex on a couch," she said softly.  "I liked that."
   I chuckled and hugged her.  Whatever you want beautiful lady," I said
and took her hand and led her to the bedroom.
   "Are you sure you're OK...this is Lisa's and my bed," I said quietly.
   "Out with the old and in with the new, I say," she said with an impish
grin.
   We stripped quickly and climbed onto the bed.  There was no real
foreplay; just a few passionate kisses and twirls of her nipples and then
some strong manipulation of her sex and clitoris.  She quickly became wet
and after she had groped and jacked me awkwardly with her hand jammed
between our bodies, she pulled me urgently across her.  As she spread her
legs I directed my cock to her bald vulva and slowly run it up and down the
slit while easing forward.  I engaged in her vagina and pushed carefully
and she drew her heels back and lifted her knees.  I slid into her and
Hannah gripped me around the back with her legs as I started to push in and
out of her.  She pulled my head towards her and pulled me to kiss her.  We
kissed with open mouths and wet sloppy kisses as we found the rhythm and
slowly fucked each other for what seemed like some time.  When she became
less able to hold the kiss and made more deliberae sighing noise she gasped
"I'm close...it's rising" and tried to concentrate on the kissing but
eventually gave up and lay back and let me increase my speed.  She coached
me on where she was at with short whispered instructions and then started
to jerk back and sighed "I'm cumming...oh God I'm cumming" and crushed me
to her.  I slammed harder and she gasped and came hard; mouthing a low wail
in my ear as I crouched into her and came almost as she did.  Gasping and
spewing my cum into her as I held myself as hard and far into her as I
could.  We stopped grappling as our orgasms subsided and drifted off into a
doze; my semi-hard cock still buried inside of her
   We rose at about two and I suggested she shower.  She slipped off the
bed and padded towards the bathroom and soon I heard the shower start and I
peeked in after a couple of minutes and saw her blurred silhouette behind
the opaque glass of the shower box.  I went through Lisa's drawers in the
hope she may have some jeans or something that fitted Hanna but Lisa was
probably a size smaller.  I found her panties drawer and to my delight,
found a plastic pack which normally contained three pairs of basic
knickers. There was one unused pair in the pack so I threw it on the bed.
At least Hannah had the cotton shift that went over her bikini as a dress,
if I couldn't find jeans to fit her.  When Hannah came into the room, still
dabbing her body with a towel I pointed to the panties.
   "Unused," I said with a grin.  "It's not like your using Lisa's worn
ones."
   She laughed.
   "You think of everything.  I can replace them," she said a little more
seriously; as if she was imposing by taking them.
   "I'm sorry there are no tops or jeans to fit you...even bra...Lisa's a
bit smaller," I said.
   "It's OK.  Some clean panties won't go amiss.  My bikini bottoms will be
getting a bit high by now," she laughed.
   As I suspected she simply used the bikini shift as a dress though I
noted she did not wear the bikini top either.  And as she stood back I
could clearly see the shape of her through the thin cotton shift.
   "Ver-r-r-ry sexy," I said and feigned a lurid leer.
   "Pig," she laughed.  "Oh dear...it is a bit suggestive isn't it," she
said, regarding herself in the dresser mirror.  "You can nearly see through
it."
   "The cab driver will love it," I grinned.
   She laughed and we kissed briefly and she looked up at me.
   "Thank you so much Stuie," she said softly.  "No matter what happens
from here on, this has been the best twenty four hours of my life."
   "Glass half full sweetie," I said quietly and we kissed again.
   "Come on now," she said breaking the kiss.  "You need to have your
shower so we can go and get my own clothes."
   ******
   The cab arrived and we journeyed across to Hannah and Turk's side of
town.  It was an old part of the city and the houses were downbeat and not
very well kept.  I paid off the driver and we went inside.  The place was
furnished like an old hippy pad with cushions and bean bags rather than
furniture.  There was a neat double bed in the one bedroom and I noted the
room itself was nicely set out with picture hangings and bright colored
curtains.  Hannah had some artistic feel about her taste in furnishings. 
When I followed her in she had pushed a small nightstand away from the bed
and I circled to see better and saw she had prised a short piece of
floorboard up and had a small tin box on the floor.
   "The bastard," she yelled.  "The fucking bastard," and then she cried
and held up a handful of money.  "All ones...he's ripped off my piggy bank
and replaced the big notes with fucking ones," she wailed.
   I crouched to see as she slumped back against the side of the bed,
sniffing and wiping her tears.
   "I should have known he knew," she laughed derisively.  "But replacing
the tens and twenties with the singles, I only ever checked the wad was the
same size, not count the amount.  I had nearly seventeen hundred dollars in
tips.  My life's savings; I worked hard to save that," she sobbed."
   There wasn't much I could say.  She composed herself, stood and handed
it to me.
   "Keep it in your pocket...I don't have one," she said indicating the
simple shift had no pocket.
   I thumbed through the notes and found a few fives, tens and twenties;
but there was only about a hundred and thirty five dollars; mostly ones.
   She quickly stripped her closet and packed a large suitcase she pulled
from under the bed.  Any excess clothes and some soiled clothes from the
laundry floor were bundled into black plastic garbage sacks.  Finally she
was satisfied she had everything she wanted.  Then she went to the kitchen
and returned with a large pair of scissors; the kind for general purpose
kitchen cutting.  I stood chuckling as an angry Hannah proceeded to cut one
arm and one leg of all of Turks coats, shirts and pants.
   "I paid for all of these duds," she said as she sawed savagely through
the arm of a nice leather jacket.
   Then she took his tee-shirts and folding them in half, cut a semi-circle
out of the fold so when opened, it left a big hole front and back.  Like a
kid making shapes with folded paper.  As she worked steadily I stood amazed
at her vicious intent yet it amused me as I saw her tongue clamped between
her lips in concentration as she vandalized all of Turk's wardrobe.  Even
cutting shorts and y-fronts open at the crotch.  When she finished, she
neatly slit the two sheets on the bed and pushed a clean pair from a hall
closet into the toilet pan and flushed it, causing it to overflow.  She put
the plug into the bathtub waste and turned a tap on slow; no doubt
expecting it to be overflowing in an hour or so.  I pulled the plug out and
turned the tap off and she glared at me in question.
   "See this," I said pointing at the chrome disk the plug chain was fixed
to near the top of the bath.  "There's an overflow under this to stop what
you are intending to happen.  Don't waste your time with this."
   She snorted her disapproval her latest attempt at vandalism had been
foiled and disappeared out of the living room.  I followed her sense of
malicious purpose in suppressed amusement.  Poor Turk...yeah right!  And
then the cushions and bean bags in the living area had all the padding
spewed out as she slit them open.  Finally the drawers in the kitchen were
pulled out and the contents strewn over the floor.  To signify she was
finished she upended the mattress off the bed in a flourish and slapped her
hands together as a `job well done' signal to me.  I lightly applauded and
she made a flamboyant bow to acknowledge my applause.
   "That should amount to seventeen hundred bucks," she said with a wicked
triumphant giggle "OK Stuie, so let's blow this dump," she said looking
around at her handiwork.
   "Remind me never to piss you off," I laughed.  "It makes pissing in a
motorbike gas tank look like child's play."
   "Don't cross me baby," she laughed and presented the scissors to my
crotch and said "snip, snip."
   I took the scissors from her and laughingly threw them on the floor.
   "What about ornaments or kitchen stuff?" I asked noting she had only
gathered up clothes.
   "Nah...the kitchen stuff is crap and the ornaments are el cheapo," she
said with a grin.  "And have you seen the mess in there...I can't possibly
sort through that lot," and she laughed.
   She led me out the back door, and pausing to throw her door key inside
on the floor, she pulled the door closed and we walked to her small blue
Ford Focus 3-door parked behind the house on the lawn.  We loaded the back
with her clothes and she climbed in, and following my directions, we went
back to my apartment.
   "I needed that shower," she grinned as she drove us.  "I've been laid
repeatedly over the last twelve hours and I would've been a little bit
smelly."
   Her face fell when she realized what she said.  If she had been in the
swinger's house all this time, she would be no different.  I sensed what
she was thinking.
   "The difference is my fiery little vandal, is that it was with me and it
was only me," I grinned.  "I was a little rancid myself," and I leaned
across and kissed her cheek.
   When we got home, we carried her stuff upstairs and she quickly changed
into a pair of cargo shorts and tee shirt with no bra.  I started to pack
two large suitcases that Lisa and I had between us and I was able to
squeeze most of her clothes into them.
   "What...no scissors then?" Hannah grinned as she saw me neatly folding
Lisa's clothes into the suitcases.
   "No I'm still on my learner's plates," I laughed.  "I'm still only
allowed to pee in things."
   She looked at the suitcase and then at me with a question on her face.
   "No...I don't think I'll pee in there," I laughed getting her drift.
   "Novice," she scoffed and tossing her long mane in mock disgust she
disappeared out to the lounge.
   I put all of Lisa's shoes in a small travel bag I often used for airline
cabin carriage.  Eventually I had everything of Lisa's I could find in the
three cases.  It was a struggle but everything fitted.  Hannah was a bit
apprehensive at first but I convinced her to unpack her clothes and use the
now empty drawers and closet where Lisa's clothes were.  I cooked some
scrambled eggs on toast, and bacon, and we ate ravenously.  Neither of us
had eaten properly since the previous morning.  We cleaned up the dishes
and then for the rest of Sunday was spent lying cuddled together on the
couch as we rested from our exciting adventure together.  Using the time to
talk about our lives with respect to where we were born, where we lived,
our parents, families and just got to share who we were with each other.  I
learned Hannah came from a well to-do family in Sacramento and there was a
long standing estrangement with her parents as a result of her wild youth.
She hadn't communicated with them since her father's birthday in March;
when her mother had quietly told her to leave as they hated Turk.  She had
a brother and sister who were both older and both married and sadly
lamented her parents seemed to believe they were there only children now
Hannah had distanced herself from them.  What ensured was a standoff with
neither party making the first move to reconciliation.  Her brother had a
baby son and he seemed to fill the void Hannah had created with her
behavior and her absence.
   "We can change that," I had said confidently, believing I would be far
more acceptable to her parents than Turk.
   "They'll love you Mr.  Good Twoshoes," she giggled impishly.
   "Glass is half full sweetie," I said and pecked her on the cheek.
   We did not talk about her sex life to date.  At about five thirty we
started a cozy bout of making out and petting and it led to more deliberate
fumbling and she stopped me and pushed me laughingly to the bedroom.
   "No more couch sex until I'm through my therapy," she giggled and we
made urgent love on the bed and collapsed once more into each others arms
and dozed.
   I rose and went and run the shower about seven o'clock; leaving her
lying on her face on the bed.  Her hair splayed over her head and
shoulders. I hopped into the shower but she soon joined me and after a few
urgent feels of each other Hannah knelt and sucked me hard.  We fucked
urgently as she bent forward with her hands braced against the wall; the
water running down her back as I held one leg up and away and screwed her
from behind.  I had to hold her from falling as she came on the fingers of
one of her hands she had shoved back between her legs; twirling her
clitoris as I filled her in hard pumps from behind.  I sagged as I came
soon after she did, and giggling and gasping in joy at being with each
other we sagged to the floor of the shower box.
   "That was a deliciously dirty way of being clean," she giggled and
kissed me passionately.
   She spent some time drying her hair with a towel; resisting all offers
of using a hairdryer saying it would give her split ends.  The urgency of
our shower sex had distracted her from tying her hair up so it was soon
drenched.  Such a large head of hair took some drying.  I was rapt watching
her dress in an expensive set of black underwear and tight jeans and dark
brown silk shirt.  Hannah had some nice clothes.  Not many but she had
carefully selected what she liked, and could afford, and looked after it.
She was a knockout; her near copper auburn hair and her gorgeous figure. 
She wore a pair of brown ankle boots and I had to change my shirt and
trousers to dress up to her standard.
   "Don't be stupid," she said as she saw me ruefully regarding my drab
clothing.  "You look fine."
   "I look like a weenie computer geek in my Dockers," I said and put on a
pair of 501's and my best light blue silk shirt.
   ****
   I felt worthy of being with her.  Her previous odyssey of sexual
emancipation was now distant in my mind.  She took me to a place called The
Harp, which was owned by the company who owned the place of the same name
she worked at across town.  There were apparently three establishments in
the city; all called The Harp.  I had no qualms running up $200 for a nice
meal and bottle of red wine on my credit card.  I felt so happy to be with
her.  We went home about eleven and tore our clothes off and climbed onto
the bed.  We made love once more only this time after I had brought her to
a shuddering climax on my mouth and fingers, with the pinky pushed in her
anus again.  Then I rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her onto her
hands and knees.
   "Are you OK with this?" I breathed urgently into her ear as I crouched
and positioned my cock at her sex lips.
   "Why wouldn't I be," she panted back to me; still a little wasted from
her recent orgasm.
   "I don't know...it seems more like usury," I began cautiously.  "The
ultimate position of subjugation."
   "You're worried I might think you're just like all the rest; that
possessed me this way," she said turning her head to look at me.
   "Something like that," I said freezing in my movements in case she was
uncomfortable.
   "Look Stuie...you can't treat me like a fragile ornament," she gently
chided.  "I like sex and sex with you has been terrific...will continue to
be terrific.  Better than anything I have had in my life so far.  If I am
to go forward with you, you can't keep thinking you will offend me.  I have
my own way of enjoying this position.  You saw that in the shower earlier,"
she chuckled at me.  "Now stop over analyzing and just do it.  I'm kind of
frustrated with your being kind attitude so get on with it or I'll cut you
off for the night," she laughed with a joking warning in her tone.
   "Being kind?" I scoffed and giggled.  "So you'd rather have a little
rough would you?"
   "Yes...whatever...not too deep...but just shut up and do me properly,"
she commanded and gasped as I shoved deep, on her urging to get going.
   "That's, a, good, boy," she said saying each word after I had pushed
hard into her.
   I fucked a lot more aggressively and at one point she had to ask me to
ease a bit as she was having difficulty balancing her upper body on one
hand as the other was working herself between her legs.  I let her get
there first and as she slumped her head to the pillow with a sigh of
"o-o-o-o-o-h ye-s-s-s-s...so-o-o-o- good" with her hands beside her head, I
gripped her upraised hips and fucked her urgently and quickly and came
deliciously into her wet warmth; crying out several times as I emptied
myself inside of her.
   "You sound funny when you cum," she mumbled sleepily into my neck
afterwards, as I cuddled her to me.
   "So do you," I said in response.  "But I love everything about it."
   "Me to," she mumbled.  "Hold me Stuie...just hold me all night."
   I held her and for some reason I stayed awake for some hours as if I was
the sentry guarding the princess.  As if Turk would rise up from the foot
of her bed to try to claim her back or get her for her wanton destruction
of his clothing and furnishings; and I would have to fight him off.
   "No chance you greasy cunt," I whispered.  "You're never ever getting
her back."
   *****
   Monday morning came and I felt a sense of apprehension knowing Lisa was
to return.  We did not have morning sex and it didn't seem to matter a bit.
We showered individually and I made some toast and cereal and we ate a
simple breakfast with orange juice and coffee.  I asked Hannah what time
Wade's soiree would begin to break up and she thought most would leave
about noon.  I suggested we plan for Lisa and Sandy maybe leaving a bit
earlier as being on the motorbike would not be as comfortable as in a car;
and I knew Sandy stopped often on trips to relax her arms and legs from
riding the bike.  We agreed Hannah would stay here at the table around the
side of the alcove that was the kitchen dining area.  She would only appear
once I had let Lisa know I knew everything.  Hannah was a little nervous
about the confrontation with Lisa yet to come.  She said she felt like she
was the cause of it all and I had to get up and hold her and make her look
at me as I told her she did not cause any of what I was going through about
with Lisa.  She knew that but I know she was mentally cheapening herself
because of her long standing participation in the scene Lisa had gone to
join.  She was already branded the promiscuous one whereas Lisa was new to
the game and she felt Lisa could be forgiven.  I quashed that suggestion
firmly saying I could not forgive the lie and the way it had been created
and carried off.  She reluctantly nodded and agreed to let me handle the
arrival of Lisa and sandy.
   The rest of the morning into early afternoon was spent cleaning up our
dishes and she did some laundry.  We sat on the couch and talked more about
family and what she would do to reconcile with them.  I lectured her she
had to plan to go back to college and finally let the subject drop when I
sensed I was now badgering her unnecessarily.  She told me that she paid
the rent for her and Turk's place from the money she earned at the Harp. 
They paid a higher than normal hourly rate and as a mid-to-high range
eatery, she got good tips from the well healed patrons.  It sounded like
she made good money but Turk saw to it her money was squandered.  In
contrast he had various schemes and short term jobs but I got the
impression of a wastrel living off Hannah.  At about 1:30pm I heard the
click of the key in the lock and I glanced at Hannah.
   "You OK?" I asked quietly.
   "I think so," she answered unconvincingly, and she rose and flitted to
the kitchen, out of sight.
   "Here goes...the biggest shock in Lisa's life with me so far is about to
happen," I muttered wryly as I heard Lisa and Sandy's voices as they came
into the apartment.
   I got up from the table and turned and walked into the living room. 
Sandy saw me first and nodded indifferently as I walked a few paces and
stopped.  Lisa had a small suitcase she was struggling with to push the
handle down.  I had told her to throw it away as it was faulty but she had
argued it just needed a jiggle to get it to close.
   "How was the weekend?" I asked evenly.
   Sandy flicked her eyes back to me but Lisa did not look at me even
though she turned in my direction.  She gazed around the apartment and I
knew she was experiencing guilt brought on by my question and knowing where
she had been.
   "Oh...it was fine," Lisa said a little nervously.  "Boring but nice,"
she said with a little laugh and looked furtively at Sandy.
   "Mom and dad were in fine form," Sandy lied.  "Bitching and sniping at
each other but I think we enjoyed our visit," she continued full of
confidence in her story.
   Lisa dragged the small bag further into the living room and then
stopped; seeing the three suitcases at the end of the couch.  She frowned
and then looked at me quizzically.
   "What are they doing there?" she asked.
   "There yours," I said simply and looked from the cases back to her.
   "I know that," she said a little irritated with my bland answer.  "What
are they doing out here?"
   "They're for you Lisa," I said and walked over and lifted each of the
large ones in turn to show they were quite heavy.  "All your stuff neatly
packed away."
   I glanced at Sandy who had a very worried look on her face.  She had
worked out something was amiss by my manner and lack of happiness to see
Lisa back from the weekend away.
   "What for?" Lisa asked becoming annoyed at me being obtuse to what was a
direct question.
   "For you to leave," I answered evenly.  "All of your stuff to take with
you."
   "What are you talking about?" she snapped and stood with her hands on
her hips staring at me; clearly annoyed at me.
   Sandy sidled up beside her and said something I didn't catch.  Lisa's
face went scarlet and then she looked very worried as a result of Sandy's
comment.
   "Did you enjoy the time in the armchair Sandy...on Saturday evening?" I
said looking at Sandy.  "You seemed to be enjoying yourself...and the guy
waiting was really getting impatient for the other guy to finish," I said
in a mocking tone.
   Sandy turned away and dropped her head; her hands loose at her side. 
Lisa gasped and her jaw dropped and she stood frozen; staring at me in
shock.
   "And you Lisa...with Gail...on the couch.  Quite a nice exhibition of
nervous lesbian curiosity," I began and slowly walked towards her.  "It was
much better to watch that than seeing Turk mounting you on the couch.  I
preferred the girl-on-girl action but didn't care for the hetero stuff you
were so enthusiastic about," I said, my voice now a controlled sneer.
   What Hannah could do with scissors, I would do with words.  Lisa hung
her head and a sob wracked her body and she clasped her arms across her
chest as she began to bawl uncontrollably.  Lisa moved beside her and took
her arms to comfort her.  They stood there; Sandy with her head against
Lisa's and Lisa slowly raising her head as she cried openly and looked at
me; her eyes pleading for some forgiveness, I suppose.
   "Hannah was just as upset by Turk and you on the couch," I continued. 
"Weren't you Hannah?" and I looked back to the dining alcove.
   Hannah took her cue and walked slowly to the doorway and stood looking
at the two girls.  Lisa recognized Hannah and folded completely and bent
over as if she had a stomach ache and she wailed loudly and started to sob
"I'm sorry Stuie...I'm so sorry...please...I'm so sorry...I hated it," and
bawled as Sandy held her as she would have fallen on the floor.
   Of the few times Lisa and I had had conflict and upset, I had never seen
her so distraught and I felt my resolve soften and had to take a breath and
keep going.
   "You looked like you were enjoying it," I said.  "Just like Sandy on the
chair...though by all accounts Sandy's a bit more experienced at rolling
over for a few men," I said looking at sandy.
   "You prick," Sandy snarled.  "You fucking smug prick Stuart."
   "Names can't hurt me Sandy," I began.  "Now if you can calm your best
friend, you can help her carry her bags to her car and get her to...oh...I
don't really give a fuck where she goes...as far away from here as
possible."
   "And you Sandy sneered at Hannah.  "You're as bad if not worse than us,"
she began.  "You've been putting out in that scene forever.  What makes you
so fucking innocent standing there looking at us so righteously, you slut?"
she said, her voice rising.
   She pissed me off and my anger came on quickly.  Forty eight hours of
bottling up what had happened.  Was the glass really half full now?
   "Oh fuck up Sandy," I snapped.  "The difference is she was in that
circle with her boyfriend.  At least there was no bullshit involved between
them...not like the bullshit of going to see your troubled parents that you
fed me.  Lies and deceit even without considering the public sex with
strangers," I yelled at her.
   Sandy cringed at my raised voice and Hannah stepped to me and placed a
hand on my shoulder, and took my arm.  Lisa wailed louder.
   "Easy Stuie...don't make it worse...you can deal with the fallout
later," she said and squeezed my arm.  "I can take the criticism."
   I calmed down and turned and took the two large suitcases and strode
passed the girls and dumped them in the hall.  I quickly returned for the
third smaller one containing Lisa's shoes and threw it beside the other
two.
   "Get the fuck out of here...both of you," I snapped, and then softening
my voice a little; "you have shown me the ultimate contempt Lisa," I said
in a measured voice.  "I can't forgive you for it...so go."
   "Stuie I...please...you don't understand..." she blubbed but Sandy was
already guiding her out the door to the bags in the hallway.
   "Leave the bastard Lisa.  You're better off without him," she said
looking over her shoulder and glaring at me.
   They stood in the hall briefly as Sandy began to calm Lisa down and
Hannah walked to the door and quietly closed it and leaned back against it
with her palms pressed against it.
   "That was rough," she said and her eyes watered.
   "I know," I said softly.  "It was the only way I could go with it," I
said and heaved a sigh.  "The repressed feelings lingering from Saturday
evening," I said and felt like shit.
   "Is the glass really half full Stuie," Hannah said softly and wiped her
eyes.
   "Believe me it is beautiful," I said quietly and walked across to the
door and embraced her and held her to me.  "I have you...if you'll have
me," I said and pulled back and looked at her.
   "I'll have you," she said sadly but smiled.  "I will have you," she said
more forcefully.  "Only if you'll have me."
   "I absolutely will have you...beautiful Hannah," taking her face gently
in my hands.  "Glass half full," I said and smiled and hugged her. 
"Whatever happens...the glass is always half full."
   ***
   It took Lisa about ten days to pluck up the courage to call me asking if
she could meet me.  I agreed to meet her at a bar we used to go to
sometimes.  She sat looking sad and even a little frightened about how I
might react towards her.  Not in my temperament but fearing I had no room
to forgive her as I had snapped at her that Labor Day.  She said she was
still at Sandy's but would look for another place as Sandy wasn't an easy
person to live with and already they had had several exchanges about
domestic harmony.  Then she started to tell me how she got involved that
weekend.  She said she had always been excited by the thought of such group
sex scenes and it was a secret vice she confessed to holding since her
senior year at high school; much like Hannah had.  She had seen various
porn clips of European swinger's party, usually made in some of the
permissive bars and clubs in Ibiza, Spain.  It was something I never knew
about since knowing her.  She admitted having first really heard about the
local scene at college and had been interested in finding out more.  As
Lisa's latest best friend, Sandy picked up on the theme Lisa would discuss
with her but surprisingly Sandy got involved first; and then talked Lisa
into it.  She laughed lightly as she accused Sandy of stealing her idea to
upstage her, and then went silent briefly realizing I saw no humor in her
remark.  She was calm and controlled, and I believe honest in her delivery
and continued her confessions.  She further confessed to a brief weekend
affair with a college guy that I never knew about; as if to emphasize she
could be totally honest in her confession.
   "I have no excuse for the affair Stuie.  It's easy to say it just
happened...and it did just happen...but I know that's no excuse and it
can't be changed no matter how much I regret it...regret everything now,"
she sniffed wiping her eyes.
   "Regret it now I know about it," I said evenly.  "You're more upset you
got caught," I challenged.
   She looked at me sadly but didn't try to argue.  I sensed she already
knew my mind was made up about her.  She went on to say how she could
understand how I felt about her deceit and apologized for what seemed like
the millionth time.  The only challenge she threw back was why I thought
Hannah was so different.  When I explained how Hannah was either single and
hurting no one but herself, or with Turk who was totally part of that
scene, she still didn't see why she, Lisa, was so different to Hannah in my
eyes.  I countered by saying if she couldn't get it there was no point
going on about it.  She gave up trying to argue her case.  We parted with a
hug and she allowed herself to cling to me briefly; perhaps hoping the
contact might cause me to cave in.  I was stiff and unresponsive and she
looked up and sniffed "well I guess that's that" and pulled away and turned
to walk out of the bar.  I let her go and she didn't look back as she
disappeared into the street.  I sat down and felt deflated; wondering if
she was committed to pursue the behavior that had led to our break up. 
Looking at her glass of beer in front of me I noted it was half full...or
was it half empty?  I thought of Hannah and our ongoing discussions about
the half full half empty perspective.
   "It's half full," I said aloud to myself.  "For you to Lisa...I hope you
find what you want because you sure as hell never had it with me," and
rising, I left the glass untouched and walked out into the street.
   *****
   I had some work to do with Hannah; to help her exorcize her demons left
from her journey of sexual emancipation.  I also knew now that she was deep
down a fiery girl who had had a period of being put down by her sleazy
leeching boyfriend.  He was a challenge yet to confront, of that I was
sure. But in our brief time together we had talked about the probable ways
Turk would appear to try and rock our world.  We both believed he would
appear at her work some night so I had made a point of dropping her off and
collecting her.  I couldn't do this forever but for now we hoped Turk would
appear sooner rather than later so we could confront and hopefully defeat
the challenge.  She wouldn't let me use the Mustang to get her as she was
afraid Turk might try to damage it somehow.  I would also need to be
careful and not to be to controlling in trying to get her back to college,
and back with her family.  That was what we had released her from with
Turk. But I just knew she was worth the effort.  It was time to move
forward; glass half full.
   The End
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