This is a work of fiction. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts. It is not intended for minors.


Stacy Lancaster: A Long Farewell - Epilog
By Boondocker (Boondocker42@gmail.com)

Synopsis: Has Stacy made a terrible mistake?



Pencil-thin strips of sunlight striped the hotel-room bed. They played across Stacy Lancaster's face. Her lashes quivered as a ray of light encroached on an eyelid. She took a deep breath and sighed. Slowly, her eyes opened.

At first she was blinded. She moved a little and got out of the direct light. She saw a head silhouetted against the window blinds. Phillip Sistack was sitting on the floor next to the bed, staring at her face. Smiling sleepily, Stacy said, "Good morning, lover."

"Good morning" he said softly back.

Stacy took several more deep breaths before extending her arms in a self-indulgent stretch. When she was done, the sheet she was under had pulled down to reveal her delicate breasts. She made no move to cover herself. "Did you sleep well?"

He nodded. "I could hardly believe it when I woke up next to you and realized it wasn't all a dream."

She grinned and extended an arm to tough his cheek. "It was pretty wonderful, wasn't it?" The night may not have been sexually satisfying for Stacy but she was genuinely happy to have given such a fine gift to her friend.

"No one's ever..." he stopped himself, either because he didn't know what to say or because he was afraid to say it. "Thank you so much, Stacy."

She gave him an odd look and then went a little pensive. "Can I ask you a question hon? Something really personal?"

He nodded mutely. His eyes had drifted down to her naked breasts.

"Phillip, how long had it been since you were with a woman?"

That snapped his eyes back to her face. "Uh, quite a while."

When he didn't seem ready to say any more, Stacy decided on a little positive prodding. "Well, I know you weren't a virgin because no virgin could have done to me what you did. But the way you talk makes me curious. How long has it been?"

"Well..." he started and then stopped again. Finally he said, "Not since high school. Well, the summer after high school to be specific."

Stacy's browsed raised. "My, that is quite a dry-spell. No, we should stop this. I shouldn't pry." She said.

Sistack tried to smile at her. "Thank you for taking pity on me." He said, less than half in jest.

Stacy shifted closer to him and cupped his face in her hands. "No honey, it wasn't pity. I like you a lot and didn't want a chance to make love to you get away."

Phil blushed predictably. He didn't believe her but was touched by her concern.

Needing to get away from the minefield their talk had taken them into, Stacy drew aside the sheet to show the rest of her naked body. "I don't have anywhere to be for a while, stud. Come up here and let's have some more fun."

Phil squirmed out of his shorts as he rose and he lay down beside her. Their arms and legs entwined and they kissed gently. If either noticed morning breath they didn't seem to mind.

After a few minutes of intimate contact, Phil's thin five inch penis was hard, burning against Stacy's thigh. With consummate skill, she shifted her hips and let it slide into the delicate folds of her pussy. Slowly over the course of nearly a minute she worked her hips lower and lower until she had taken him all.

It was tortuous pleasure for Phil to feel her hot sex consume him ever so slowly.

They did everything slowly that morning, barely moving. Only when Stacy sensed that Phil was on the edge of climax did desperation drive her to vigorously rub at her clit. If he left her hanging she was afraid she might say something nasty. Friendship could only go so far when a horny pussy was involved.

Fortunately, when Phillip's gasping finally led to a release of his seed deeply into her womb, the hot flow was enough to trigger her orgasm. They came together in the soft morning light.

Stacy was mentally congratulating herself for being such an enlightened and giving friend. A year earlier she would have never considered giving Phil a sendoff like this. It literally would not have crossed her mind. She was obscurely proud of herself. She also found herself thinking fondly of her husband. Not only had the long night with Phil reminded her what a fantastic lover her husband was, in a way it demonstrated their loving trust in one another. She was confident that Jared had had a restful and worry-free night and that he had not given her actions a second thought.

Well, he might have given them some thought in a horny, voyeuristic sense.

Boy, if her father could see her now. That prudish stick-in-the-mud. Of course, if he had seen her at last month's gang-bang (or the one before that, or the new-years orgy) he'd have already died of apoplectic shock anyway.

She was laughing silently to herself when she noticed Phil's softly shaking shoulders. At first she thought he had found something to laugh about himself but soon realized that wasn't it.

Phillip Sistack was crying.

"Is something wrong baby?" she asked, mystified.

"Oh god, I don't want to let you go!" he almost wailed.

The chill of pale shock washed across Stacy. What was happening? "Darling, what do you mean? We agreed; this was for one night."

She could see tears streaming down his cheeks now. Oh god, he was bawling. "I know. But you are so wonderful and I'm so lonely and now we'll never see each other again!"

Oh shit, she thought. "Phillip, baby, this was just to have fun. It's only sex. I wanted to make you feel good. I wanted you to make me feel good and we did."

"And now it's over." He whimpered.

Stacy didn't know what to do. She knew she couldn't string him along and she sure as hell knew she didn't want a relationship with the guy. Aside from the fact that she was married, he had suddenly turned into someone she wasn't sure she liked. She had never been the type to bring home strays. In the workplace, Phil had been reliable and inventive and a pleasure to be around. That was why she considered him a friend and why she thought him was worthy of a going-away celebration of this sort.

Now he just seemed pathetic and she was turned off. She valued intelligence and confidence; she couldn't stand sniveling.

She quickly debated with herself how gentle to be... how gentle it was possible to be. She was entirely capable of giving him a tongue lashing but would take no pleasure from it. Nor would she enjoy spouting platitudes and trying to jolly him along.

"Sissy, you're making me feel bad." She said in a neutral voice.

Sniffling, he said, "I'm sorry, I'm just so lonely. I kind of thought moving to a new job might improve my life some but really I know that's bull. I'll still be me. No one likes me." He looked at her with pleading eyes. "Except you, Stacy."

Stacy Lancaster slid away from him across the bed and got to her feet. She began to dress. "Phillip, I'm sorry. I guess I made a mistake. I'm sorry you're lonely and I'm sorry you think no one likes you." She already had her underwear on and stepping into her business-skirt. "You are an intelligent and funny guy and I'm sure..."

Philip pounded the bed in frustration and anguish. "No!" he shouted. "Don't say that. It doesn't matter that I'm smart or anything like that. No one likes me and no one ever will." He looked up at her stunned face. "Look!" he said accusingly. "Even you don't like me anymore. The moment you see the real me and not just your pet IT drone I disgust you!"

"What disgusts me is your behavior. Grow up, Sistack! You're acting like a child." She barked. Her mind was spinning wildly. She had no idea how to handle the situation. She naively believed that all her past relationships had ended without heartache. They had for her. She'd had a number of sort and longer-term boyfriends before marrying Jared. Each time she had left a guy, she assumed they just carried on without much emotional impact.

To varying degrees she was wrong. This was merely the first time someone as vulnerable as Phil Sistack had crossed her path. It is perhaps partly because she was ignorant of how she had hurt people before that she had been so casual in getting involved with Phillip.

"Go ahead, just leave." He said. "I suppose I should just take your pity and be grateful for it."

She was collecting her things. She moved with jerky precision, eager to get out of the room and return to her husband.

Quietly, almost as if speaking to himself, Phil said, "You really were wonderful though. A goddess. Really. I guess that even a single night with someone like you is a miracle for someone like me."

Stacy was ready to leave. She stood staring at the naked man sitting dejectedly on the bed. There had to be something to say to at least cushion the plummet he seemed to be in. She really did feel pity for him now. Pity is a genuine emotion and it serves a purpose.

"I wish you'd give me some credit, Phil."

"What do you mean?"

"For crying out loud, you're not the first guy to leave the company. Do you think I give everyone a going-away-present like this? Exactly what kind of whore do you think I am?"

He raised his head. "No! I know you're not... I mean... Well, yeah, you took pity on me because I'm so pathetic."

She made noise of frustrated dismissal. "No. I didn't take pity on you. I *like* you Sistack. I'm not blowing smoke up your butt." Not a phrase Stacy really cared for but it was a frequent turn of phrase at the office. "I wanted to spend a fun night with a friend. I bet if you paid closer attention you'd realize there are other people around you that would like to be your friend."

Phil snorted. "Right. Everyone likes Sissy. They're just waiting to be my friend."

Stacy was done. She knew she'd made a mistake and she'd have to live with it. There was no way to fix it now. "Fine. Have it your way. Go live under a rock somewhere if you think that's all you deserve."

She was at the door now. "Good luck at your new job. Try to remember that most people are basically decent. Quit hiding behind your servers and firewalls and just talk to people once in a while."

And with that she was out the door.
