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 Kidnapping Gone Wrong (FF FFM MMF romance, rape viol)
   I wasn't in a good mood when Mrs.  Matthew Davis walked into my office.
I had been downtown at Police Headquarters all day.  The police don't like
competition, especially from people who do their jobs better than they do
and without assaulting people on a daily basis.  So, if you want to do
their jobs, you have to get their permission in the form of permits they
dole out reluctantly.  Mine were due to expire in two months.  Little
things like carrying weapons, operating a business investigating criminal
activities, protecting people; all the things I do, require a donation to
the state that is supposed to be doing these things in the first place. 
The Sargent on the desk was a Neanderthal.  He seemed to think I should be
impressed with his personality and charm.  I might have been impressed,
except he worked for the police department, his physique had been developed
by eating prodigious quantities of fried pastries over years and he was a
uniformed thug.
   He hinted that an attractive young black girl, such as myself might
lubricate the wheels of justice by a visit to the storeroom with him.  I
carry a voice activated recorder and I switched it on.  I stood up and
walked to the storeroom and he fell all over himself to follow me.  I used
an exaggerated, runway walk, wiggling my butt in what I hoped was an
enticing manner.  When we got inside I dropped to my knees.  Looking up at
him, I said; "Officer Peters, are you sure that if I give you a blow job
you'll approve my concealed carry permit and my PI license?"
   "Yeah, I'll do it if you suck me good," he said.
   I pulled his pathetic pecker out of his pants and reached inside to pull
out his nut sack.  I clutched his balls in my hand and squeezed as hard as
I could.  He screamed like a little bitch, his face went white and he
dropped to his knees in front of me.  Our faces were on a level and I head
butted him in the nose.  He sprayed blood and I squeezed until he passed
out and the door burst open.  They made me turn him loose and marched me
away at gunpoint.  They arrested me for assault and I called my lawyer. 
When Diane showed up she listened to my story and the tape.  She left the
room and came back with the captain.  He listened and began to apologize.
When he got to the part where he asked why I went into the storeroom I had
enough.
   "He's worked here for how many years?" I asked him.  "So far as I'm
concerned, you either knew, and let him harass women or you're incompetent
at your job.  I don't want to hear your bullshit apology.  I want to hear
it from the Chief."
   He went away and in thirty minutes Chief Roberts came in.  "Hello,
Patricia," he said.  "I see you've got us by the short and curlies.  I'm
very sorry, honey.  I can't believe this happened to you.  Why didn't you
call me and tell me your permits were due?  Your father would turn over in
his grave if he knew this had happened.  He was the best friend I ever had
and his daughter won't speak to me."
   "Charles, you know how I feel about what you do," I told him.  "The day
you quit this and become a human again, we'll have a party.  What the hell?
You can't believe this happened?  You know what kind of sub humans you
employ.  Do you want me to sue this department?"
   "No, honey, I don't.  I don't want the little girl I bounced on my knee
hating me either, but I can't do anything about that.  What do you want?"
   "You know what you can do about the second thing.  I want my permits,
and I want them now.  I want this department to forget I exist.  If I speed
or dance in the streets naked, I want them not to notice me.  I want that
passed down to the beat cops on my block and the cruisers on the street."
   "You don't have to blackmail me, Patricia." He looked hurt.  "I'd never
let anything happen to you."
   "Well, except being forced to give a blowjob to a fat, married pig in
your own station, I guess you've done a good job," I told him.
   "I'm so sorry, honey," there were tears in his eyes now.
   "It's ok, Charles," I went over and hugged him.  "Just get me out of
here."
   So, I was in a bad mood.  Mrs.  Davis didn't have anything to do with
that but when Andy brought her in I was feeling a little cross.
   "What can I do for you today, Mrs.  Davis?" I asked after she took a
seat.
   She was a gorgeous little thing.  Her hair was as black as mine and she
had very white, creamy skin.  She was very petite, about five two maybe. 
She had these huge blue eyes and everything about her was cute.  She looked
like she was sixteen, but Andy had told me she was my age, twenty seven. 
When she spoke, her voice was breathy and soft.
   "I'm hoping you can help me find my husband, Ms.  Macalla," she said.
   "How long has he been missing and where did he disappear," I asked.
   "He's not exactly missing," she said.  "He's been kidnapped.  It
happened here.  Well, we live in Riverside.  We have a lot of money, Ms. 
Macalla.  We own a big software company.  I got a ransom note three days
ago and the kidnappers said they would contact me.  They haven't yet.  I
went to the police and they brought in the FBI.  They're working, but I
don't like them.  I feel like they're incompetent."
   I liked her better.  "I share that feeling," I told her.  "What made you
come to me?"
   "You were recommended by our chief of security," she said.  "He said you
were a tough bitch underneath all that hotness."
   I laughed.  "Let me guess, you hired Mike Anderson."
   "Yes, he's very good," she said.  "He said you've got a top notch staff
and you weren't afraid to get your hands dirty.  He also said you know
people in high and low places."
   "Well, hell; I'm going to close up and we're going to go to dinner. 
You're going to tell me everything and we'll work out the details.  Is that
ok, Olivia?  Can I call you Olivia?  My name is Patricia.  You can call me
Pat if you want to."
   "Ok," she agreed.  "I like Patricia better though.  I'll call you
Patricia if that's ok.  My friends call me Olly."
   I drove and we went to a bar and grill around the corner.  They know me
and we got a booth that offered some privacy.  She told me all about
herself, her company and her husband.  They had been married eighteen
months and it had been her father's company.  She had taken over at twenty
four and had expanded the business quite a bit.  When I asked her what her
husband did she was kind of fuzzy about the details.  He met with clients,
did some software design and was the President of Operations, whatever that
is.  Something didn't smell quite right but I would need to crack open the
books to figure out where they were at.  I can do that sort of thing but I
prefer not to.  Brandon, one of my guys is very good at that so I asked her
if I could send him over to look at their books.
   "Why do you want to do that?" she asked.  "The police and FBI didn't
even ask."
   "That's why I earn the big bucks," I told her.  The more I know, the
more likely I'm going to be to find your husband."
   That made sense to her and she said she would meet Brandon first thing
in the morning.  We had a couple of drinks and talked for quite a while.  I
was getting a feel for her.  She was as smart as a whip, but she was kind
of a geek.  You seldom see geeks as beautiful as her but she was one.  She
had graduated from Stanford at the top of her class and she had the total
package.  She gave me a file and it had pictures of her and her husband,
copies of all their documents and a copy of the ransom note.  I dropped her
at her car and called it a night.
   In the morning I called Joe Pascal at the FBI.  He doesn't care for me
much but he respects me.  He groaned when I told him Olly had hired me. 
"Jesus Christ, Macalla, I swear if you get in my way I'm going to run over
you," he said.  I got him to send me a copy of his file over but he didn't
have anything new to tell me.  He wasn't a total douche bag and he was
honest, so I figured they didn't have a clue.  I slummed around with the
usual suspects but there were no whispers on the streets.  I called Olly
and got her to agree to phone taps on her house and office.  The FBI didn't
like it.  They tried to arrest James and I when we were installing them.  I
called Olly and she came out and told them she had authorized the taps.  I
told agent Brown to go fuck himself and took Olly with me down to the
office.  We snooped around and I talked to a lot of people.  There were two
that interested me.  One was the CFO and the other was a sketchy looking
woman in IT that wasn't qualified for her job.
   Olly asked me why I needed to talk to her employees and I told her that
many times kidnappings were done by someone the victims knew.  She was
shocked and I wasn't surprised.  No one thinks they know any criminals.  I
took her home and she invited me to stay for dinner.  I had a date, but I
called him and canceled.  This was the second time I had agreed to go out
with him and I had kicked myself for doing it.  I'll go out with nearly
anyone that asks once.  They may be the love of your life and if you turn
them down, you'll never know.
   The phone rang while we were eating dinner and it was the kidnappers.  I
wrote a note for her to keep them talking as long as possible.  Agent Brown
came in and he listened to the call too.  The caller was using some kind of
auto tune sounding voice modulator and I couldn't tell anything much.  They
wanted fifty million dollars wired to an account offshore and they gave
Molly five days to raise it.  I wrote her another note and told her to ask
for proof he was alive.  They tried to wiggle out of that but she insisted
and they put him on the phone.  He told her he wasn't hurt and he was being
held in a dark room.  She was sobbing when they cut him off and repeated
her instructions.  They were stupid.  They gave Brown enough time to run a
trace.  When they kicked down the door they were gone but they traced the
rental and got a description of the woman who rented the place.  I knew who
she was.  It was the sketchy looking gal from IT.  Of course, Brown didn't
know that and I didn't tell Olly yet.
   She was very distraught and I stayed a while to get her calmed down. 
Maria called and she had the voice analysis done.  She thought Matthew's
voice was very odd.
   "He wasn't scared, Pat," she told me.  "He was nervous, but not scared.
He had some stress levels but not anywhere close to what I would expect to
see in a kidnapping victim being held for ransom in a dark room by unknown
persons.  It's rotten, Pat.  You should get to hell out of this."
   I sat and thought for a minute.  Olly wanted to know what was going on.
I wasn't ready to tell her anything and I told her I had some leads to
follow now.  She cried and we hugged on the sofa for a long time.  She was
very soft and cuddly and she was starting to make me horny.  I wondered if
she had ever made love to another woman.  I didn't want to take advantage
of her but I could feel my nipples stiffen and I was getting moist where it
wouldn't do me any good.  I tested her a little by kissing her when I left.
She didn't seem to mind or be shocked.  She even kissed me back a little. I
knew she was being grateful and I told her I was on the right track and
we'd be ok.
   I picked up Desean and Marcus and we drove to the IT chick's house.  It
was dark and we ghosted in quiet and sneaky.  She was sleeping alone and we
trussed her up like a Christmas Turkey.  We took her to a basement in a
warehouse I own and strung her up.  We had her in a crucifix position, arms
and legs spread out like an X.  Desean stripped her and she stared at us
with wide, frightened eyes.  I had Marcus strip and she got really worked
up, screaming into her ball gag.  Marcus is a freak.  He works out
constantly and he has a cock like a horse.  It's probably twelve inches
long and as big around as my forearm.  He isn't a nice guy.  He's not a
rapist but he likes causing pain.  He's as black as night and he looks like
Satan.  I lubed the chick up and she was shaking her head and screaming
into the gag.  Her name was Cindy and she had a hot body, I'll have to
admit.  I twisted her nipples until she was shrieking into her gag.  I
don't use Marcus unless I've got a nasty job and he won't take money.  He
wants to fuck and that's his pay.  He walked up to Cindy and she shook and
trembled, trying to shrink away from him.  He grasped her ass and lifted
her up a little, positioning the head of that monster cock at her pussy. 
He pushed up into her and she threw back her head and screamed.  He wasn't
gentle.  He was up into her with two vicious thrusts and she screamed like
she was being killed.  I couldn't imagine how that felt but I know I
wouldn't want to be fucked like that.  He hammered her like a rabbit and by
the time he came inside her she was limp and unconscious.  We took off her
gag and she hung there with her head down for a while.  She started to come
to and she saw us standing there.  She began to sob and whimper like a
puppy.
   I told Desean to lube up her ass and he went around and worked on her
for a minute.  I stroked Marcus' cock a few times and it returned to that
impossible size.
   "Fuck her in the ass," I told him.
   "No!  Oh God, please no!" she sobbed.  "He'll kill me.  I can't take
that.  Oh God, please, I hurt so bad.  Please, I'll do anything!  What do
you want?  Please, oh God please don't let him fuck my ass."
   "We just want to fuck you," I told her.  "After he's through with your
ass, he and Desean are going to fuck you again.  They're going to give you
a double pommel.  Desean is even bigger than Marcus.  You ever been fucked
in the ass and pussy at the same time?  It's going to tear you up bad and
then we're going to leave you here to die."
   Marcus put his dick against her ass and she shrieked.  She begged,
sobbing and pleading.  I just let her go on for a while, while Marcus
rubbed his cock against her ass.
   "Tell me about the phone call you made tonight," I told her.
   "What?  The phone call?  Oh my God!  This is about the kidnapping! 
Please, I'll tell you everything you want to know!  Don't let him fuck my
ass.  It will kill me.  Please, if you let me go I'll tell you everything."
   "Ok, but Marcus gets to fuck your pussy again," I told her.
   "No, please, I think I'm bleeding," she wept.  "I'll tell you but I
can't take that again."
   "Ok," I told her.  "He'll fuck your ass then.  You're not bleeding.  We
won't permanently harm you."
   "No!  Please, he can fuck my pussy!"
   "Don't make me waste my time," I told her.  "I don't give a damn about
you bleeding.  There's a sweet, innocent little girl out there who's heart
is bleeding right now because of you.  If you tell me what I want to know,
Marcus will fuck you and take you home.  He'll stay with you until this is
finished.  He may fuck you many times.  He won't injure you and he won't
kill you.  It's going to hurt but you'll be alive and he won't fuck your
ass."
   We videotaped the whole thing.  It was all a scam.  Matthew Davis wasn't
kidnapped at all.  He was the genius behind the whole thing.  He was a
small time scam artist that got women to fall for him and ripped them off.
She was his accomplice and fuck buddy.  He wormed his way into Olly's life
and she fell for him.  I thought he must be very good looking.  He proposed
to her thinking he would get his hands on her money.  Fortunately for her
they had a prenuptial agreement and he couldn't touch it.  So, he got up
the kidnapping scheme with the CFO and they were going to take the money
and disappear.  We found out where they were staying and I sent Desean
after them.  Desean likes men.  I told him I didn't want them to come back
and he should have fun.  He understood.  When I left the basement, Cindy
was screaming away while Marcus humped her on a table.
   I drove to Olly's house and took her home with me.  This wasn't for the
FBI's ears and no doubt they had her place bugged.
   I told her I had solved the case but she wasn't going to like it.  I
made her drink a couple of shots of good bourbon and sat her down on the
sofa.  I popped the disk in and got the remote.  When it was ready I sat
down by her and pulled her close, wrapping her up in my arms.
   "I'm sorry for this, Olly," I told her.  "I think you're a sweet girl
and you don't deserve any of this.  It's going to be shocking.  I'm here
for you.  Just hold onto me baby."
   She looked up at me with those baby blue eyes.  "Just show me,
Patricia," she said.  "I'm stronger than you think."
   Cindy appeared on the screen, spread out and naked with her pussy gaping
open.
   "God, I know her," Olly exclaimed.  "Jesus, Patricia, what did you do to
her."
   "I tortured her baby, just like she's been torturing you."
   "Did she tell you where Matthew is?" her voice was hopeful.
   "Yes, just listen to her, Olly."
   Cindy sobbed out the whole sordid tale and Olly just sat there, tears
streaming down her cheeks as I held her tightly.  When the tape was over I
turned the machine off and squeezed her as she wept, her heart broken sobs
killing me inside.  I thought I was cold and hard, but this little girl had
gotten to me.
   "Olly, you're going to be ok," I told her.  "I know it seems like your
whole life has been destroyed.  It may seem like that for quite a while. 
If you sleep tonight that's probably the first thing you'll think about
when you wake up in the morning.  You may go on like that for a while. 
Then, you'll wake up and it will be the second thing one morning.  After a
while, you'll hardly ever think about it.  Believe me, I know what I'm
talking about."
   "It hurts so bad, Patricia," she said.  "I loved him and he was just
using me.  Not only that but he was going to just throw me away like a
piece of trash after he was done with me."
   I hugged her.  "I know, baby, but you aren't a piece of trash.  You're a
beautiful, sweet person and you didn't let him do that to you.  You did
something, even though you didn't know what it was."
   "What's going to happen to him?" she sniffed.
   "Are you sure you want to know?" I asked her.
   "I mean, is there going to be a trial?  Will I have to see him again?  I
don't want to see him again, Patricia."
   "I took care of him," I told her.  "They'll never hear from the
kidnappers and they'll just assume he was killed.  There's a problem
though, Phillip Thompson knew about this.  He was in on it.  Do you want me
to make him go away?"
   She looked up at me with miserable eyes.  "No, I'll take care of it,"
she said.  "I'll get Mike Anderson to back me up.  Thanks though, but I've
got it.  How much am I going to owe you, Patricia?"
   "We don't need to talk about that right now," I told her.  "I'll charge
you my usual fee and expenses.  There's one fee I'm not going to tell you
about now.  Later, when you're feeling better I'll call you up and tell
you. I hope it won't be something you'll hate."
   "Can I stay here with you tonight, Patricia," she asked.  "I don't want
to be alone now."
   "Of course you can.  Let's get your bed ready in case you need it."
   We went and got her bedroom ready and she stood there with her hands on
her hips.  "I think I want to get really drunk," she said.
   "I think that's a bad idea," I told her.  "You'll feel absolutely
miserable tomorrow.  How about you and I get really high instead?  You
won't be hungover tomorrow that way."
   "What would you suggest?" she asked.
   "Do you smoke weed?" I asked her.
   "Sometimes," she said.  "Not very often and not since I've been...
been..." Her voice trailed off.
   "You were never married," I told her.  "It was a fraud and I'm sure it
will be annulled.  I can't imagine that was his real name."
   "I do want to get very high," she said.
   I stood up and held out my hand.  She took it and we held hands while we
went out.  I got my bong and we went out on the back deck.  The weather was
perfect and I put on the new Mumford and Son album.  We smoked weed until
we were in a fog of euphoria.  We giggled and cried and just chilled.  I
got us some stuff to munch on after a while and a couple of beers.  She
said she had never drunk beer out of a bottle before so I got her a glass.
She didn't use it; she just took a chug or two.  Her eyes were sparkling
and stoned looking.
   "I like this," she said.  "Patricia, this case is over.  Does this mean
I'll go back to my life and you'll go back to yours and I'll never see you
again?"
   "I don't move in your circles and you don't move in mine, Olly.  You're
a computer scientist and I'm an investigator.  I'm not sure how that works
out.  Let's just get through tonight.  I think tomorrow will look
different. We listened to music and talked about tomorrow and what we
imagined life would be like.  We talked about fashion, cooking and police
work.  By two AM we were nodding and we smoked one more bowl and went to
bed.
   When I woke up I was still tired but I had things to do.  I left Olly in
bed and went to the office.  Desean had left a message with Andy that the
job was done.  I texted Marcus and told him to let Cindy go.  I expect she
was glad to hear his phone vibrate.  When I went home at lunch time, Olly
was just getting up and she was glad to see me.  She gave me a hug and I
could see she had been crying again.  She showered and I loaned her some
clothes to wear home.  I dropped her off at her house.  The FBI wanted to
know where she had been and she told them she spent the night with me. 
They told her they still hadn't heard from the kidnappers but they were
still on the case.  She looked at me but she gave no indication that she
knew anything different.  The girl had played poker before.
   I took off and went to the office.  She texted me every few days for a
while and then every other week or so.  I sent her a bill and she paid it
quickly.  I took a couple of cases and three months passed.  I thought
enough time had passed.  I never date clients, but she wasn't a client
anymore.  I called her on Wednesday and left her a message asking her if
she would like to go to dinner and a movie.  In a few hours she texted me
and told me she would love to see me and we could go Friday.  I told her
I'd pick her up at seven.
   I was as nervous as a high school junior on prom night.  I showered and
shaved all over, I did my hair and wore a dress for the first time in a
couple of years.  I looked at myself in the mirror.  I'm a big girl.  I
mean I'm not fat, I'm ten percent body fat.  I work out a lot and I have
muscles.  I'm just tall and I have big tits and a full ass.  I was a
Division 1 sprinter in college and I still have most of that going on.  I
thought the short blue dress looked good on me.  I don't wear a lot of
makeup but I put some on with a little lip gloss.
   When I pulled up at Olly's I sat and tried to quiet the butterflies.  I
hadn't really mentioned that I wanted this to be a date and I wondered what
she would think.
   When I rang the doorbell her maid let me in.  "Ms.  Davis will be down
in a moment," she said.  She got me a drink and I asked for Scotch and
rocks.  I sat on the sofa where I had listened to Olly talking to Cindy on
the ransom call and waited.  I heard a door close and she came bouncing in.
She was dressed up and my heart skipped a beat.  She looked so slender and
beautiful, like a sixteen year old girl.  I stood up and she ran to hug me.
   "God, I've missed you, Patricia," she said.  "I can't believe how you
look!  I've never seen you in a dress before."
   "Most people haven't" I told her.  "I only do it on special occasions."
   "Is this a special occasion?" she asked.
   "It's our first date," I told her.  "That makes it special to me."
   "Really?" she asked.  "You want to go out with me?"
   "Yes, I really do," I told her.
   "Patricia, I'm not a lesbian," she told me.
   "Neither am I," I said.  "I think you're gorgeous though, Olivia.  I
like gorgeous things.  I don't care if you're a man or a woman, I like you.
You make me horny and I wanted to ask you out all the time I've known you.
I didn't think it was ethical until now.  Will you go out with me Olly? 
This is the other thing I was talking about I wanted from you."
   She looked at me for a minute then she stepped close and stood up on her
tiptoes so she could kiss my lips.  She put her arms around my neck and
looked into my eyes with those wide blue pools.  "Yes, Patricia, I'll go
out with you."
   I pumped my fist, "Yeah," I said.  We went out with our arms around each
other and she drove.  We went to a nice restaurant and caught up.  She told
me she had fired her CFO and blackballed him.  He couldn't get a job
anywhere and she lost track of him after a while.  We drank a bottle of
wine and when we got home she invited me in for a nightcap.  We sat on the
sofa and drank Scotch.  She got up and came back with a baggie of weed and
a little ceramic pipe.
   "Remember when we got high back at your place that night?" she asked me.
"I smoke weed a little more now and I remember what you told me.  I got up
this morning and I didn't think about it for two hours.  When I did I
remembered that night with you, not what happened before.  Let's do it
again!"
   She packed the bowl and we smoked it.  She was getting good stuff from
somewhere because we got very mellow.  We listened to music for a while and
talked.  She was as giggly as a little girl and I thought she was adorable.
   "Patricia, I've never made love to another woman," she told me.  "I do
think you're very sexy though.  Do you want to show me how?"
   "I'd love to," I told her.  "The first thing we do is get naked."
   She giggled.  "I thought that was how everything started," she said.
   She stood up and turned around so I could unzip her dress.  It fell to
the floor and she hadn't worn a bra.  She didn't need one.  Her breasts
were small perfection.  She was a small B cup and they went perfectly on
her small form.  They were high and perky, just little cones of perfection
that made my mouth water.  She was perfect in every way.  She was slender
and curvy at the same time.  She really did look like a sixteen year old
girl.  She had on a pair of tiny purple panties and that was it.  I let her
unzip me and we just looked at each other for a minute.  I unfastened my
bra and let it drop to the floor.  She couldn't stop looking.
   "Jesus, Patricia," she said.  "I would kill for boobs like that.
   "They would look weird on you," I told her.  "They're the wrong color.
Yours are perfect on you."
   She giggled and it was amazing to watch.  "Do you want to touch them?" I
asked her.
   Her little white hand reached out and cupped me and it made me gasp. 
Her cool little hand felt so good on my hot tit.  I pulled her in and we
hugged, tits mashed together.  I kissed her lips and she tasted so sweet!
Our tongues dueled and I was getting very wet.
   "Do you want to do it here?" I asked.
   "Bedroom," she said.
   She led me off and we tumbled into her bed.  "Wait," I said.  "I brought
a toy."
   I went and got the vibrator out of my bag.  I'll have to tell you, I'm
not into huge.  Big is good, but I like having a tight pussy.  This one was
about eight inches, but we wouldn't be using it all.  Olly was very tiny
and pain isn't fun.
   I put it on the bed and we melted together.
   "You're a beautiful woman, Patricia," she told me.  "I think I'm like
you.  I like beautiful things.  I'm very horny.  I can't remember ever
being so hot.  Love me, Patricia."
   I was pretty hot myself.  She was very sensitive and very inexperienced.
When I took those beautiful little pink nipples into my mouth she came
almost immediately; cute little sounds coming from her lips.  She writhed
around like a cat in heat.  I kissed my way down to her cute little navel.
Everything about her was cute and sexy.  She was as bare as I was and she
tasted sweeter than any pussy I've ever kissed.  Her hands were all over me
and she pulled on my hips to get me over her.  I resisted and pulled her
little body up on top of me.  Her belly pressed against my tits and her
little pussy was right there, waiting for my tongue.  I teased the lips and
she was ready to drip she was so wet.  I worked her lips for a long time
and I felt her doing the same thing.  God, it felt so good!  When I teased
her little clit out of hiding she did the same for me.  I could feel her
tension build and she was as trembly and excited as I was.  She worked my
clit like a pro and I pulled hers inside as we exploded together.  I came
like a ton of high explosives and she was writhing all over me.  She
actually squirted a little and I was covered in girl cum.  I rolled us over
and spun around so we could kiss.
   "God, that was good," she whispered.  "Was I good?"
   "You were perfect," I told her.  "I'm not done with you yet."
   I got the toy and ran it over her nipples for a while.  The vibrations
got her going again and when I put it inside her she came a million times.
She couldn't take any more and I pulled it out.  We licked it clean and she
used it on me.  It felt great and I came like a house on fire, but it was
mostly her.  We held each other and whispered.
   "I really liked this, Patricia," she said.  "Do you think we can do it
again next weekend?"
   "I want to do it every weekend," I told her.  "I think I'm in love with
you, Olly."
   "Really?" she asked.  "I do love you, Patricia.  I'm not sure how I feel
about you though.  I love you because of what you did for me.  I'm very
grateful and that's all mixed up in there.  I loved how you made me feel
and I love your personality and your body.  I just need to sort it all out
in my mind.  It's all too new to me.  I've never made love to a woman
before.  I never even thought about it.  Let me get used to it and we'll
see what happens, ok?"
   "That's perfect," I told her.  "Everything about you is perfect, Olly.
That's why I love you."
   We dated for three months and then started taking turns staying at each
other's houses.  We fucked constantly and she made me cum harder than
anyone I've ever been with.  I couldn't keep my hands off of her.  We would
stop and fuck in the middle of making dinner or washing dishes or doing
laundry.  We became exclusive and didn't date anyone else.  I couldn't have
imagined it, but I was completely in love with her and she felt the same
way about me.  The odd thing was, neither of us were lesbians.
   We met a guy named Jeff at a club and took him home with us.  He fucked
us both and I loved feeling his cock inside me and so did Olly, but it was
just fucking.  We were in love with each other and he was just another toy
to us.
   Three years later, we're still together and we still fuck constantly. 
We take men home now and again, but we always turn to each other for love.
I sold my house and we live together now.  I don't think it's ever going to
change.  
  
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