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   Chapter 4
   It's deja-vu All Over Again Chapter Codes MF/Mgi/rom/slow /oral
   When you die and go to heaven you'll have to change planes in Atlanta.
   That was an old saying in the south.  Everything went through Atlanta.
Now with direct and non-stop flights you don't have to fly south to go
north.  The wait in Atlanta was sometimes hours.  Rumor has it the some guy
was there so long that he started getting his mail there.  It's just a
rumor.  That was back before they built Hartsfield International.  The
planes are still late to arrive and leave but it's alot nicer waiting for
them.
   The problem was I wasn't in Atlanta.  I was sitting in Raleigh, North
Carolina.  For everything that was bad about the old Atlanta airport, when
you got to Raleigh it was literally the end of the line.  Even being the
state capital and having three major universities it was still felt like a
small town.
   This was in 1969 and here I found myself sitting in some cramped plastic
chair waiting for the last flight from Atlanta.  Of course it was delayed.
For some reason Alice always flew the old National Airways whenever she
could.  They weren't the best but they were even friendlier then Delta most
of the time.
   The nine PM arrival was pushed back to 9:45 which really meant ten.  I
cursed my stubbornness at not calling to check but I needed this time.  I
had to think.  I used to know what a normal life was but now I wasn't so
sure.
   Years ago I was looking forward to a nice quiet bachelors life.  Even
after Alice, my girlfriend of several years left I was still happy to do my
thing.  Life goes on as they say.  After all I had a house that's mostly
mine, a good job and a few friends.  I knew my neighbors and we even help
each other, not like some places in this country.
   It all would have been fine except for a certain five-year-old that came
to stay.  She was my brothers daughter and was considered, I guess, excess
baggage when her dad took a job out of town and mom went back to a job,
which had a lot of traveling in it.  Jennifer was okay the first year and
even most of the second, but now?  What was I going to do now?
   For all intents my live in niece was also my live in girlfriend.  She
announced that to me one afternoon.  I tried to blow it off as a kid thing,
but it didn't work.  I didn't mind it much because we liked the same
things. So everything was cool, except for the fact she was almost eight
and going into third grade.  She acted in every way like an almost eight
year old.  She had no clue as to sex, except what she learned on the play
ground.  Which was okay with me.  As far as I was concerned it was still
uncle and niece.
   The only problem was that she was very jealous of her new found role. 
Don't ask me why.  She could be so open and funny one minute and a switch
could be flipped when she saw someone as a threat.  Her hazel eyes grew
dark and the mini she-devil was loose.  I guess it was because she was only
six.  Or it could have been in her genes or just the fact she was female. I
couldn't figure any of them out.
   All this was going through my head as I sat at the gate waiting for my
former girlfriend, Alice, to arrive.  She had promised four days of
mind-blowing sex.  The exact phrase she used was, "I just want to use your
body." After years of self-abuse I was ready for some real sex.  Even with
the differences in our relationship and how we broke-up, sex with Alice was
always great.  I thought back to the last time that we were together.  Like
they say in stories, it was a dark and dreary night.
   It was the night Alice left left to go back to Chicago.  I thought it
was going to be a normal Friday night.  We had supper at Chris' and drove
our cars back to my place.  I thought I was looking forward to a weekend
with her.  She had just finished her Masters at UNC-Chapel Hill.  It was
time to celebrate and turn loose.  I had plans but Alice had her own.
   That night it wasn't the best sex I'd ever had.  Hell, it wasn't even
sex.  We had gotten each other worked up as usual and Alice climbed on top
of me.  I can still feel her slide down on me.  Then she just sat there and
wiggled a little.  I was stroking her hips wondering when she was going to
start, when she climbed off me and the bed.
   As I was lying there wondering what was up, I watched her get dressed.
"I can't do it Gene.  I have to go." She said, while pulling up her jeans.
"I'm leaving for Chicago."
   "What's the rush?" I was stunned.  I really didn't get it.  "There's no
flights out this late," I was talking to her back as she put on her blouse.
   "I'm driving home.  The cars packed.  I'm leaving Chapel Hill.  I'm
leaving the south and I'm leaving you.  You've been fun Gene but I need
more.  I'm sorry about leaving like this.  I thought one last night...one
last fuck.  But I can't.  I really have to go." Before I could say anything
else she walked out.
   The whole time she got dressed she never looked at me.  I didn't even
believe it until I heard her car pull away.  Even when Jennifer and I saw
her at Chris' it seemed like last night.  "National Flight 1821 from
Atlanta arriving." Well just damn, 9:35.
   I knew she would be one of the first off the plane.  She had been flying
first class so long that even in a 727 she would be in the first couple of
rows.  And she was.
   Alice came bouncing through the door first and she was definitely
eatable.  Long blond hair that wasn't tied back for a change.  Light pink
top, a hint of her nipples and full red lips.  However it was the
mini-skirt that caught my eye and every other male at the gate.  She had on
a tie-dye masterpiece about the size of extra large handkerchief.  It
almost covered her upper thighs.  With every step in her heels the damn
thing bounced-UP.  You gotta love a girl like that.
   Her smile turned up one hundred and twenty percent when she walked
toward me.  Before I could say anything she had her arms around me and was
holding on with everything she had.  If Alice was wearing a bra I couldn't
feel it.  Her nipples were grinding in my chest and her leg was searching
for my crotch.  But it was that first kiss that got my attention.  The
pressure of her lips and her tongue running across my teeth found a way in
and it was over.  She drove her tongue in my mouth as far as it would go
and started dueling with my tonsils.
   I remember telling Chris the story years later and I really couldn't
tell him if I took a breath or not.  But I do remember after Alice stopped
raping my mouth she was looking at me and smiling.  "No underwear?" All
this time her leg was between mine rubbing up and down.  "Is that a 2x4 or
are you just glad to see me." It was something a mutual friend said once.
   "I never wear them on the weekend.  You know that."
   For that remark I received the `someone in this room is stupid' look and
it isn't me.  "Its Monday, lover." From thirty-three to seven they all had
that look down pat.
   "Pretend its Sunday night," I quickly replied.  You do remember what
happens on Sunday night?"
   I could feel a slight shiver pass through her body, as she pulled
closer. "Are you good for three times?"
   "Three times?" Now I was curious.  Sundays was usually twice.  Three? 
Damn I was getting harder by the minute.  If I didn't stop her leg action
on my erection, there would be a VERY embarrassing and very wet moment.  I
looked over her head and saw the rest of the passengers were giving us room
in our little corner of the gate.  But the eyes, gasps and chuckles were
enough to convince me to take it somewhere else before security arrived.
   "Did you bring real luggage or did you just bring a case of the
hornies?"
   Alice finally looked around and giggled as her fellow passengers
continued to walk by.  "I suppose draping me over one of these chairs and
screwing me is out of the question?"
   "Not unless you want to make the news on all three channels." Well
double shit, I thought, I might kill the Olds but I'd get her to the house
in record time.
   "Let's go get my luggage, sailor." She broke our embrace and was walking
away.  She stopped about ten feet away and turned around.  Alice gave me
one of those eyebrow things like Spock (Mr not DR) and walked back.
   "When a woman says she's going to fuck you, three times before the sun
comes up you follow, so I don't get distracted, understand?" Alice
whispered in my ear.  She was looking in my eyes as I took her hand and
placed it on my crotch.
   Her fingers raked the length of my totally hard erection.  Alice kept
smiling at me.  But little beads of sweat were on her upper lip.  "Can't
walk, huh?  It's a wonder you haven't passed out from lack of blood."
   She slowly lifted her arms around my neck and pulled me close.  It
wasn't another mouth raping but she wasn't helping my problem.  After she
broke that kiss she whispered, "I'll get my bags.  When you're presentable
you can get the car."
   She turned around and started to walk away.  Over her shoulder in a
voice just loud enough for everyone to hear, "You should have worn
underwear."
   In a voice even louder I replied, "Iron underwear wouldn't have done a
damn thing."
   "All I heard was her laughing down the concourse and applause from her
fellow passengers and ground crew.
   As I watched her bounce down the concourse I looked real hard, along
with all the guys and even some of the women.
   Was SHE wearing underwear?
   XxXxXxX
   When Alice finally slid into the front seat there was still a smile on
her face.  "Took you long enough?  You couldn't have stayed hard that long.
Why did you shut off the car?"
   The grin must have given it away.  I shot her the piece sign.  You know
the one.  Where you invert the peace symbol and stick your thumb through
it. It was really popular at the bars I use to go to in the Mediterranean.
"A couple of guys at the gate asked for your phone number and then asked if
you had a sister.  One in particular"
   "No shit?  The cute one with the Beetles cut?" She was looking for some
kind of reaction.  I shook my head.  "Not even close.  I guess you don't
want to know what the ground crew said.  It was Alices turn to shake her
head.  "Show a little and every Andy and Barney gets the hornies."
   Still smiling I said, "Do you remember the guy sitting across from you
on the plane?" That made her stop for a second.  "Sure, older businessman
from...Durham, I think.  Why?  I reached into my shirt pocket and pulled
out a neatly folded new fifty and handed it to her.  "He wanted to express
his gratitude for giving him the best flight he's ever had.  He must of
been almost sixty.  Did you flash him?"
   She smiled and tucked the bill in her top right between her breasts. 
"We just talked but you know how it is on those airplanes.  I really liked
the conversation and well.  I moved the arm up so I could see him better."
   "So you did flash him?" I loved her game.
   "Well, ya I did.  So, no problem and we made fifty bucks?"
   "The problem is Mrs.  businessman is going to have her sleep disturbed
any time now." I replied.  I was looking down were her mini-skirt barely
covered her butt.
   "I hope he keeps her up all night.  Now can we drive so I can keep you
up all night?"
   As I pulled away from the curb Alice pulled her blouse out of her skirt.
Pulling the mini a little higher.  "Keep your eyes on the road, sailor."
   "Are you wearing underwear, Alice?" I could see a little brown hair
poking out from under the skirt.  Double shit it was hard to drive at
night.
   "Yes I am, nosy." Then she giggled.  "Keep your eyes on the road."
   Alices' hand slid between my legs.  After a few strokes over my jeans
she looked over to me.  "What happened?  Where did tiny go?"
   "I thought it was a 2x4?"
   "Awww, don't worry sailor.  It will be again and again." For some reason
I started to get worried.  The words were right.  From the tone in her
voice, she was having way too much fun.  " I just want to do something,
okay?" Just keep your eyes on the road.  And for gods' sake keep it below
the speed limit.
   Her hands went to the zipper and worked it down.  Her hand snaked its
way down my stomach and found what it was looking for.
   "Lift up Gene.  It's stuck."
   "It's not stuck, Alice.  It's getting hard again." I lifted a little
while going around the entrance ramp to 40.  The right tires hit the edge.
Alices head came up.
   "Gene, please keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the steering
wheel." In the darkness of the highway I couldn't see her eyes but her
voice sounded different, impatient.  " Get off on Wade and head downtown.
You can slow down, I'm in no hurry."
   Not in a hurry?  What the shit was she talking about?  No real sex for
years.  Clean sheets on the bed.  Jennifer tucked away at Marys house for
at least two nights.  And she's grabbing for my Johnson.
   "If I don't hurry, Alice, I'm going to have to clean the upholstery
tomorrow.  Why go downtown?" It was getting harder to drive.
   Alice pulled my cock out and slowly stoked it.  "You know I really
missed this."
   I didn't know if she meant being with me.  Maybe she was remembering the
usual playing around we use to do.  She totally ignored my question.
   As we merged into the flow I figured about twenty minutes before I got
the Wade Avenue exit.  I looked around and didn't see any other cars.
   Slowly Alice bent over to my side of the seat and put her head in my
lap. I could feel her breath on my hard cock.  "Make sure you don't close
your eyes.  What ever you do don't get stopped by the cops, okay?" she
whispered.
   Before I could say anything her lips circled the head of my penis and
she lowered her head.  The warmth I felt was incredible as her mouth
swallowed everything I had.  She had deep throating down to an art.
   As she pulled back up along my cock, her teeth lightly scrapped the
sides.  But it was her tounge that was driving me crazy.  It felt like she
was trying to wrap it around my shaft as she plunged back down.
   I slowly closed my eyes as I got lost in the feeling of Alice's mouth on
me.  A car coming up in the next lane opened them back up again.  After my
heart resumed its normal machine gun pace I felt her teeth dragging on my
very hard cock.
   Normally this might have been a turn off but not tonight.  With Alice
sitting sideways as she swallowed me, she turned her head slightly to the
side.  As she pulled out she lightly dragged her teeth along my length. 
Gods it felt great.
   In the glow of the dash lights I could see her wiggling in her seat. 
Her thighs rubbing together.  Her head was bobbing up and down in time to
the tremors that pulsed through my body.  Her breathing was getting louder
as she tried to force more air in her lungs.  With all of her effort
Alice's hair was starting to stick to the side of her face.
   I dropped one hand to her head and stroked back the hair that was
covering her.  The sight of her bobbing down on my lap coupled with seeing
the head pushing against her cheek hurried the inevitable orgasm.
   I could feel it starting deep between my leg and I could only smile. 
"Alice?  I'm almost there.  Shit this is great."
   All she did was a quick nod of her head and a "hum hum".  Her mouth
never left me.  She doubled her efforts and added a hand at the base of my
penis as she stroked the bottom half.  Her mouth teased the tip.
   As my sperm rushed up and into her mouth, I looked down the head I
continued to stroke.  The dark hair was matted over her ears and down the
back of her neck.  I started to laugh like I hadn't in ages.  It was so
incredible.
   My eyes went back to the road just to make sure we weren't headed for
the ditch.  Alice was lying on my legs as she swallowed all my cum. 
Through the wisps of brunette hair I could see her cheeks and throat as she
swallowed.  That alone almost made me hard again.  We stayed like that
until her tongue started to tickle the head.  Finally she raised up and
tucked me back in my pants.  Her eyes were down on my crotch but the grin
on her face was priceless.
   Finally she sat back in her seat.  Alice had the same smile as she
looked at me through her blond hair.  "Thanks for letting me do that,
sailor."
   There was a slight pause as if she wondered if she should continue.  I
looked at her and had a few thoughts of my own.  First was that was the
best orgasm I'd had since Alice left years ago.  If I never got it up again
I'd die a happy man.  The second was that Alice was a blond not a brunette.
True it was out of a bottle.  Still she had been blond ever since she was
fifteen.  I really needed to get my eyes checked.  Then again it probably
was the streetlights.
   In the few seconds that took I looked over to were Alice was sitting. 
Her eyes were still locked on mine.  "That was fantastic, Alice.  I'm not
complaining but why now?"
   Alice looked at me with the same grin.  "It's another fantasy.  I've
always wanted to try.  Growing up daddy always insisted I use cabs or his
limo.  I never had the chance to park and neck like most kids.  Everyone
went down to Lincoln Park or the North Shore to make out.  Me?  I stayed
home or went to the theater or was the trophy daughter on his arm at some
party.  Later at Northwestern it just never happened.  College kids use the
dorms or some apartment.  Sluts used cars."
   "Do you have any more fantasies?" As I said that my own imagination went
into overdrive.  It seemed she still had more fantasies than I had.
   "Just a couple, sailor.  You took care of most of them years ago.
   "Sex in the snow?" I replied.  That was a particular fun and dangerous
one.  Not only was it on a ski trip to Beech Mountain but the temperature
was in the high twenties.  We didn't move far enough off the slopes and we
almost got run over by a beginner.  Of course he almost hit a tree watching
us.
   "...And in the, in the ocean, on the kitchen table, and in that little
park in Cary," Alice finished my thought.  "That flight we took to the
islands, was great.  If we do that again lets pick a larger plane.  The
bathrooms are larger on 707's "
   "You already check them out." It wasn't a question.
   "Of course," Alice replied.  "A girl has to keep her eyes open for any
opportunity."
   Right now her eyes were on me.  I had gotten my rocks off but Alice was
still squirming in her seat.  Work, work, work I thought.
   I got off at Wade Ave.  and looked back at my ex girlfriend "Where are
we going, Alice?" "Down to the hotel the company uses on Fayetteville
Street." Alice's eyes sparkled as we went under a street light.  "Daddy
made the arrangements for the trip and I upgraded them.  I think you'll
like the changes."
   "Why bother with the hotel?  We use to have a lot of fun at my place,
remember?"
   Alices' hands went back to my lap but her eyes stayed on me.  "Several
reasons, sailor.  First daddy made the arrangements and he'll check to see
if I stayed there.  Second he's still not happy with you for dumping me."
   "I didn't dump you..." I tried to set the record straight.
   "Yes you did, Gene McGuire.  You panicked and refused to go with me to
Chicago!"
   I sensed an argument coming on.  It was time to dodge the bullet.  "Any
other reasons for not going to my place?  Jennifer will be at Mary's for a
few days and I don't have to be to work till noon tomorrow.
   "Just three," Alice replied.  I'm horny, the hotel is closer, and we
have a king size bed." Alice looked at me for a reaction.
   I couldn't fault her logic, considering I had a queen size at my place.
Besides her hand was still on my lap.
   As I turned toward downtown, there was a nagging thought in the back of
my head.  I couldn't get a handle on it but it seemed to be important.  We
had spent so many years together we could finish each others thoughts most
of the time.  The other half of most thoughts were X-rated.
   That was it!
   "So tell me Alice, what about these negotiations with Jennifer?  What's
your half of the deal?" As I said it I started to get a chill.  The creepy
kind.  The Ann kind of creepy.
   The smile on her face disappeared as she looked at me.  "It's not
anything like that, Gene." "So what does Jen get for you getting four days
of sex with me?" The hairs were standing up on my arms now.  I knew I
wasn't going to like this.
   "Don't get mad at Jennifer, Gene." There was a sad puppy look in her
eyes.  "It was my idea.  It really was.  Besides you guys need a break from
each other.  She said you were starting to get a little bitchy."
   "Bitchy?" It seemed my Jennifer had learned a new word, double shit.
   "Sorry, she said grumpy or something like that.  Bitchy is the grown up
version.  Any way she asked for some help," Alice answered a little too
quickly.
   Visions of me balls deep in Alices' best friends' ass flashed in my
head. Alice and Ann had negotiated a deal for the use of my body.  Ann got
ass fucked by me and Alice was the audience.
   Suddenly I started going blind as lights and sirens started going off in
my mind.  I lost control of the car as Alice screamed.  "GENE!  WAKE UP! 
It's not like that.  It's not like Ann, I told you that.
   As my head cleared we bumped over the curb.  I swerved back onto the
road.  "You're damn right it's not like Ann." I was really pissed off now,
"If it's remotely like Ann, you're on the next plane.  I'm not going to
have sex with Jennifer.  I told you that.  Ever!"
   Alice's voice was a lot calmer than mine was.  "I know you told me but
did you tell her?" "Her who?" What the hell was she talking about?
   "Jennifer, you stupid long dick, redneck refugee from Mayberry." Alice
sounded like she was having a lot more fun than I was.  I was really afraid
now.  "Did you ever tell Jennifer that you wouldn't have sex with her?  I
bet you didn't." Even in the glow of the streetlights I could see the start
of another smile on her face.
   "Of course not.  How do I tell my almost eight year old niece that I
won't have sex with her.  Hell, she doesn't even know what sex is."
   Remember the phrase, Say anything but that?  Alice had one of those
moments.  "Are you sure?" She asked.
   "Look Alice, I'm really damn sure.  After that night we were in Chris'
and all that talk about fucking, and what ever, she asked me, "what's
fucking"?  She had absolutely no fucking clue." I was still pissed at Alice
but now I wasn't so sure.  "Besides I don't think things could have changed
a lot in less than a week," I added.
   "Sailor, you'd be surprised.  What a week can do." Alice was grinning
now.  Her incredible white teeth reflecting the light.  "So tell me Mister
man of the world, I know you told her you love her, but have you kissed her
on the lips?"
   TRIPLE SHIT!
   "No!"
   ""No?"
   "I said no, Alice."
   "I saw your lips move but you didn't say anything.  I lived with you
longer than any other guy.  I know you Gene McGuire.  You did, didn't you?
I can see it in your eyes." It wasn't a question.  What the hell was I to
do?  So I confessed.  "After I picked her up at Linda's place we were on
the couch and the next thing I know she is kissing the palm of my hand,
telling me I don't have to kiss her back.  Then she tells me she loves me.
She fell asleep and I put her to bed.  While she was sleeping I kissed her
on the lips.  She never woke up."
   "So what's this secret kiss thing?"
   Alice must have heard the sigh as I tried to get my head on straight.  I
wondered if they were conspiring against me.  How long had they talked?
   "That was something I started when she announced she was going to be my
girlfriend." I was totally lost.  "I tried to dodge kissing on her lips so
I made up that secret kiss thing."
   Alices laugh broke my concentration on the road.  "Well it's not a
secret anymore, sailor.  She told me that last night.  The kiss on the palm
was really sweet, though.  All she could do was talk about how she felt
after."
   "Thanks a lot Alice," sarcasm was just dripping from my voice.  "You've
been a really big help.  Wait a minute." I had a light bulb over my head
moment.  "You called Jennifer last night?" I hadn't heard the phone ring.
   No you dope.  She called me at the hotel.  You left my number on the
table.  We had a really great talk.  Good thing you work for the Phone
Company.  Your bill is going to be huge this month.  We talked every night
last week, after you went to bed."
   I really needed to check on my Long Distance.
   " Let me get this right.  My Jennifer called you to get tips on being a
girlfriend?" I was getting deeper and deeper in hog waste.  "So what is
your half of the deal?" I had no idea what it could be but it had to be
pretty big.
   "Jennifer asked for me to take her to Chicago for a visit.  That's all."
   " That's all?" I mumbled under my breath.  "Into the fucking lions den."
   "If it's what I think you said, yes, that's all, Gene." I could see the
smile still on her face.  "When you're pissed off you're really going to
have to learn to speak up."
   I hate it when she has this much fun.
   XxXxXxX
   Alice checked in as I helped the bellhop unload her bags.
   "You guys sure do have a lot of stuff." The young bellhop, whose name
tag read "Sam", said as he piled bag six or seven on the cart.
   "This stuff is all hers," I replied.
   "No shit." Suddenly his head came up.  "I didn't mean to say all that.
It's not my place."
   "That's okay.  Miss Cunningham always packs like this."
   " If you don't mind me askin', you from around here?  I know the lady is
a Yankee but you sorta sound like a local," He asked as bag eight or nine
was stacked on one through four.  "Born and raised here." I replied.
   "Your lady has a lot of class."
   "More than a normal man can handle." I replied.  If he only knew the
truth.
   After that there wasn't much else to say.
   The three of us rode the elevator to the sixth floor in silence.  Sam
kept glancing at Alice.  Taking in her looks and how she stood there. 
Alice just watched the numbers wind up to the top floor.
   Sam unloaded all the bags in the room, collected his tip and closed the
door.
   Alice looked at me and said, "What was all that about?"
   "What?"
   "All that talking with the bellhop."
   She didn't seem to be upset, just curious.  "Just two good ol' boys
talking about Grand National racing and purty women folk."
   I guess my slipping into character amused her because she started to
laugh.  "Your such a liar Gene McGuire.  You hate NASCAR, but thanks for
the pretty comment."
   I sighed as another bullet was dodged.  "No harm done telling the
truth."
   I sat on the edge of the bed admiring the view.  The room was real nice.
Two rooms actually.  The real view was Alice walking around the room
checking out everything.
   "Still, I didn't like the way he undressed me with his eyes," Alice said
checking out a small bar there was a slight frown that turned off as she
started to attack the piles of bags.  "I only need to take two to your
place.  The rest can stay here till I go back."
   I looked at Alices back as she pawed though her luggage.  I had a
wonderful view of her exposed butt and the tops of her thighs.  I was
pretty sure she wasn't wearing panties.  "If you must know I did the same
thing when you came off the plane," I replied.
   Alice looked over her shoulder and smiled.  "I was hoping for that.  It
was all for you.  Why do you think Lurch and Gomez is doing so well.  Even
the hint of sex sells."
   "Well I'm sold.  Just one thing."
   "Yes, sailor?"
   "Your not wearing anything under that mini, are you?" I asked.
   Alice slowly rose to her feet and faced me.
   ""I told you I was, Gene." Alice was smiling again.  "Do I have to prove
it?"
   "I'm the one sitting down, I replied.  "Why don't you show me, slowly."
   "Why is it guys like strippers?" Alice asked as she slowly unbuttoned
her shirt.  Her hips swaying to some imaginary music.
   "It's the pervert in me, I guess." I replied.
   "Back from your Navy days, I suppose?  You're going to love this.  The
smile was priceless.  So were her fingers as the worked the last of the
buttons on her shirt.  Under the shirt I caught a glimpse of a scrap of
light blue material.
   "That's some bra you have on, Alice," I said.
   "Glad you like it.  The panties match, sort of," Alice replied.  The
smile never left her face.  "Now shut up and sit back."
   Sort of, I thought?  I leaned back on the bed, resting on my elbows, as
she moved closer, dancing to her own beat.  I could feel myself starting to
get hard again.  This was going to be good.
   Slowly Alice lowered the shirt off her shoulders.  The first glimpse of
her breasts brought back a flood of memories.  They were exactly like I
remembered them.
   All those nights after she left I relived the days and nights we spent
together.  Stroking myself, late at night, as I imagined sucking on her
nipples.  Kissing and licking the ticklish spot between her bellybutton and
vagina.  Then there was the smell of her arousal, as she became as excited
as I was.
   The pale blue bra barely held her breasts, as her blouse hit the floor.
All I could do was smile like a horny teenager.
   "That's a right purrty top you have on, mam." I hoped the phony accent
would relieve the nervousness I was feeling.  The other reason was to avoid
shooting off in my pants.  I was as hard as I was at the airport.
   Alice still had that same smile.  "You can knock off the awe shucks
shit. I have you were I want you, sailor.  Your all mine tonight."
   Her hands went to the waistband of her skirt.  Slowly Alice started to
slide it down over her hips.  All I saw was flesh as her fingers stopped
their descent.
   There were several inches of skin between her bellybutton and the top of
her skirt.  It was just short of the promised land.  If she was wearing
underwear of any kind it was a lot smaller than what she used to wear.
   "Still think there's no underwear?" She asked.
   "Sure doesn't look like it, Alice", I replied.  I was still drooling
watching her fingers playing with her skirt.  In fact that's one hell of a
all over tan you have.  You didn't get that in Chicago.  "Last winter in
Nice, France and a lot of trips to California this year," Alice replied. 
"I had to do something while my ex was playing house." Her finger lingered
on the waistband of her mini.  "I thought you wanted to look, not talk. 
Don't break the mood, Gene, just strip!" I could take a hint.
   I scooted back up against the headboard leaving a trail of clothes.
   Alices' eyes were focused between my legs as the private show continued.
   "I'm glad to see I still have your attention," Alice said as she turned
away and fingers pushed her skirt past her hips.
   In one quick movement the mini hit the floor and I was staring at two
beautifully tanned butt cheeks.  Then I noticed a thin strip of material
circling her hips.  It was the same color as her bra.  There was a second
piece of colored cloth that reminded me of dental floss.  It was running
down between the cheeks of her ass and disappeared between them.
   As Alice wiggled her ass at me she looked over her shoulder at me. 
"See? I am wearing underwear."
   Have you ever seen a bulldog drool?  If you took a picture of me right
then, that was it.  "I don't know what it is, but its not like any I've
seen outside of a strip club," I replied.
   Slowly she turned around and the blue strip around her waist was holding
up the smallest scrap of material I'd ever seen.  It was the same color
except for the darker wet patch at the bottom.  It was fantastic.
   "That's one hell of a g-string you're wearing." For some reason my
throat went dry at that moment.  "I haven't seen anything like that in
years.  Of course you make the last person I saw look like a starving
little boy."
   All the years Alice and I were together I always liked how she looked
and I told her often.  Something about Mid-West girls and meat and potatoes
or something.  She had everything and a lot of it.  Around here we call it
being big boned.  She was five foot eight, around one twenty or thirty,
great breasts and nipples that liked to be played with.  The rest was,
well, Alice.  A pair of hips just meant to be held on too.  Long legs with
thighs that meant business if they wrapped around you.  She broke a pair of
my sunglasses on a ski trip to Beech Mountain, but that's another story.
   All she could do was grin.  Not smile, but like someone who just found
out there really was a Santa Claus and he brought a steak.
   I was dead meat.  Happy dead meat but still dead meat.
   Alice kneeled on the bed and crawled between my legs.  Her hands began
stroking my stomach.  "Wanna touch?  It won't bit you know," she smiled
down at me.
   "I don't know about that," I replied as I reached down to touch what I'd
only dreamed about for years.  "I can remember a time or two..."
   "I bet you can, sailor," Alice interrupted.  "Keep on doing what your
doing and you'll have a whole new set of memories." Her hand slid down and
her fingers wrapped around my very hard erection.  We're going to have a
lot of fun this week."
   My fingers stroked the edges of the g-string.  The bottom of the
triangle of cloth didn't quite cover the lips of her vagina.  The floss
like string must have been a little tight because every time my fingertips
stroked the edges they grazed the folds of her pussy.  The quick breaths
and little moans told me she liked it almost as much as I was.
   Alice looked down at me with that beautiful smile.  "Keep those fingers
going, Gene.  I'm almost ready.  I'm going to make up for the last time,
okay?
   With someone like Alice you could love anything you did.  In the years
we lived together we went to some of the worst places in the Carolinas and
loved it.  Even the dumbest conversations were fun.  But the sex was just
fantastic.  We had grown to know each others bodies intimately.  Not much
talking, just playing, touching and stroking.
   "Shhh, just come here and kiss me," I whispered.  I didn't even want to
think about the night she left, but of course I did.  So did Alice.
   "That was along time ago Gene." Again I heard the same sadness in her
voice I had heard over the phone.  "Double shit, I wanted this to be a sexy
fun night and here I go again," Alice whispered.
   I reached for her and pulled her close.  "The night is still early, we
have all night," I whispered in her ear.  "Besides, it was my fault.  I
wasn't a very good boyfriend.  I let the best thing I had get away."
   "Yes you were.  You just made a bad fiancee," she said as she smiled at
me.  "Now I'm going to show you what we missed."
   With that Alice slowly slid her way down my body.  Small kisses and
quick licks marked the path of her descent.  Small kisses around my chest.
A lick and nibble on each of my nipples.  They were already hard but the
attention they received made them strain a little more.  "I see you
remembered all of my spots," I whispered.
   Alice looked up with another smile on her face.  "How can I forget? 
That was one of my memories.  Do you know how hard it is to find a guy that
likes his nipples played with?" Alice laid her head on my chest and idly
stroked the nipples in question.  "Most guys think it's a little faggy if
someone plays with their nips," Alice continued.  "The truth is, they're as
much a turn on for a guy as a girl.  Same nerve ending and such.
   "I've only found a couple of guys that like it." Alice lowered her head
and gently blew across them.  They got harder, if that was possible. 
"You're the only one who asked me to do it.  I like someone who's so open
about that sort of stuff."
   That's me Mr.  Open for anything." I replied.  The next thought was,
time for the main event.  Alice had the same thought.
   I had goose bumps as she slid her lips further south over my stomach.  I
felt her breath, on my skin, as she continued to kiss around my navel.
   It seemed I wasn't the only one who remembered what it was like.  If I
was right it was going to get very interesting.
   I finally felt her tongue licking on the head of my penis.  Her breath
was disturbing the short and curlies between my legs.
   "Oh-h shit Alice.  That feels great!" I mumbled, trying to look down at
the top of her head.  Alice didn't even look up as she said, "It should,
its what we've always done, remember?" With that I could feel her lips form
a perfect O as she swallowed me.
   Double shit, how could I forget that?  Even the dreams weren't this
good. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed it.  It was Alice's turn for some
fun.
   Her lips and tongue swirled around my penis bathing it with her mouth.
Just like I remembered, only better.
   As she moved around between my legs her mouth never left me.  Her eyes
sparkled.  Finally she slowly raised her head and my penis glistened as she
pushed the g-string down her hips and down her legs.  "Here you go Sailor,
a late birthday present for you."
   She tossed the g-string to me.  It was very wet.  I saw what she had
between her legs for the first time in three years.  The moisture that
coated material and her pubic hair was also starting to run down her legs.
   Alice looked down at herself and smiled.  "I was going to get you to eat
me but I think I'm wet enough already."
   Alice straddled my hips.  There was intense concentration on her face.
With one hand she pressed on my stomach and the other guided my penis into
her.  Her fingers spread her lower lips as the head sunk in.
   Through half closed eyes she looked at me.  I could feel her hips
jerking up and down she worked more of me into her.  "Gods, Gene, I forgot
how great this is.  Just a little more...  ummmmm."
   It seemed like hours but I finally felt her resting on my crotch.  There
were a few tentative wiggles and then a giggle.
   This is really weird Gene." My ex was smiling again.  Her mood was
broken.  "Your pubes are really ticklish."
   I quickly bounced her up with my hips.  She followed by raising her hips
up.  I pushed my hips back down as quickly and her legs collapsed as she
followed suit.  Her eyes widened as she bounced off my pubic bone.  The
little breath she took wiped the smile off her face.
   Looking straight at me she raised up about half way.  Then crashed back
down.  She adjusted slightly, forcing my hard penis to slide on an angle.
This worked for her, just fine.  Alice continued to drop down on me faster
and faster.  Her breathing was getting shorter and shorter as her stomach
muscles started to clench.
   And me?  Well as the old saying went, `The worst I'd ever had was just
fantastic.' This time it was about a thousand times better that fantastic.
   I had just finished going through the grocery list and was starting on
picking a color to paint the house.  It wasn't working.
   "I'm close, Alice." Suddenly I realized my breathing was becoming a
little ragged.  I put both of my hands on the tops of her thighs.
   "Don't wait on me, Sailor," came Alice's reply.
   Her voice had dropped a little lower.  I knew that she had already had
at least one small orgasm.
   Alice had changed her pace.  Now she was moving back and forth.  As she
tried to get the maximum pressure pulling the folds of her vagina against
her clit.
   I closed my eyes and smiled.  I felt the tightness in my groin.  It was
only a matter of time.  A matter of seconds not minutes
   "Now...would be...a good time...to cum," Alice informed me.  I looked at
her abdomen as it clenched and relaxed.  Only to tighten again.
   The only thing I felt from the waist down was my cum as it spurted into
Alice.  All I could hear was my own breathing.  I couldn't help it but I
had to laugh as I pumped load after load into her.  I was still dribbling
into her as she collapsed on my chest.
   "It's going to slip out like that," I informed her.  Already it was
shrinking and sliding out.  I felt her breasts crushed on my chest.  "I
don't have the energy to move," was Alices reply.
   "You really liked that, huh?"
   "You could tell?"
   "The laugh gave it away, sailor.  You only do that when it's really
good."
   Alice was quiet for awhile.  "Where did all that cum come from?"
   I thought she was crazy, but I didn't understand the question.  "Well
sperm is made inside the male in the.."
   Alice suddenly sat up laughing and thumped me on the chest.  "Gods
you've gotten stupid in the last three years.  The volume not the biology,
Gene.  You blew a huge load down my throat in the car and now I'm leaking
all over the bed.  We didn't even pull the spread off."
   "And I've fallen out," I told her.
   "Oh shit!  Sorry Gene." Alice seemed anything but sorry.  "That's two.
Let's take a nap."
   "Two?" I replied.  I guess I was still numb from the brain down.
   "Remember?  Three times tonight, not two.  Are you up for it?"
   "Well if you insist.  But if you have a heart attack don't blame me." I
replied.
   I got a another thump on my chest for that.  "You're the one who'll need
a doctor."
   Happy dead meat, I thought again.
   Its better to be hated for who you are,than loved for who you
aren't...Van Zant
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