Author: Frederick T.
Title: The Afternoon Feast
Part: 1 of 13
Universe: Adventures of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
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Keywords: (Mf oral)
Language: English

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Disclaimer:  The following material is intended for adults only, for example, 
people over eighteen years old in the United States.  This material consists 
of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are 
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If you would be offended by the fictional sexual experiences and fantasies of 
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                             The Afternoon Feast
                                  (Mf oral)

                          A Willy Tamarack Adventure

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

        With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution

                               *** PROLONG ***

    This is the first in a series of Willy Tamarack adventures.  In this 
adventure you learn a little about Willy and meet his teenage friend, Karen.  
Hopefully the series will become popular enough for me to become stoked enough 
to continue writing them.  All the stories are written to stand-alone but are 
so much more fun to read together.  As always e-mail your comments to 
willyt@willytamarack.com

                             *** CHAPTER ONE ***

    Well I really stepped on my dick this time.  I don't know what the fuck I 
was thinking about - giving half a joint to some high school teeny-bopper.  
Last night was when it started.  I had decided to do Australian for dinner, 
The OutBack, as they have an excellent dish with chicken and shrimp on a bed 
of Fettuccini Alfredo.  I was thinking that and a couple of Fosters ought to 
just about make the start of a great evening.  So I tapped out the joint I had 
just smoked half of; put the roach into my cigarette pack and headed out the 
front door for a leisurely walk to the restaurant.  About an hour and a half 
later, I had finished an excellent dinner; the service was great and as usual 
I over tipped - what the hell, they are all college kids working their way 
through school.  I am now wandering the maze of the Taco Bell parking lot on 
my way back home, when.......

    "Hey ! Mister."

    I turn to find a not unattractive young lady racing across the parking lot 
towards me.  She arrives a bit out of breath.

    "Ah....You come here a lot, don't you ?"

    "Yea."

    "Well...I was your bus boy....I mean girl and the waiter and I were 
wondering...Well, I mean, you always seem so....are you just naturally high 
all the time or do you always have a couple of bong hits before coming to 
dinner ?"

    I suppose the fear showed in my manner or maybe my eyes as she immediately 
backs away a bit and apologizes, but then I start to laugh, take the 
cigarettes out of my pocket; light one, finally fish the roach out of the pack 
and hand it to her.

    "It's a natural high, miss."  I tell her.

    She starts to giggle, looking at the roach in her hand and says, "Thanks, 
Mister."

    I hadn't walked half way back to the condo when the paranoia sets in.  
Fucking stupid; just fucking dumb !!  Later the paranoia eased somewhat as I 
spend a very enjoyable evening masturbating and having fantasies about the 
women I watched fucking and sucking everything in sight on my big screen TV.

                             *** CHAPTER TWO ***

    That was last week.  This morning, as I was completing my morning run at 
about 06:30 a.m., I am startled by a car horn.  I immediately jump to the 
sidewalk and notice a new model car, that has passed me on the opposite side 
of the street, begin to back up toward me.  It stops right across the street 
from me, the passenger door opens and out comes my "bus girl," as she put it.  
She crosses the street and stops about three feet away.

    "Boy !  I've been looking for you everywhere.  I was hoping you would have 
come back for dinner again before now.  Why are you up so early ?"

    It's damn hot in Las Vegas during the summer and although the temperature 
does abate somewhat in mid-August; I still confine my running to the early 
morning.  "It's a little rough running during the heat of the day around 
here."  I reply.

    "Hey...Yea, you're right.  I'm sorry, it's just that...."

    "Yea, I know, you don't often see old stoners out running, trying to act 
like they're 20 years younger than they are."

    "No, it's not that, I just figured that....well, you know, the natural 
high.  It's not often that stoners exercise."

    "Shit, my entire high school football team either got stoned or drunk 
after every game."  I reply.

    "Yea, it's the same here.  Hey, I was wondering if you had any more of 
that natural high you had the other evening ?  I could sure use some more of 
that.  The little bit that you gave me really got my friend and I, like really 
high.....I mean I'll pay for it."

    "Yea and twenty minutes later you'll be trading me into Las Vegas' finest 
to get you and your friend off the hook for some previous infraction of the 
law.  I can see the headlines now - Large dope bust in Green Valley.  Is that 
your friend in the car ?"

    "No, it's not like that at all....man, like I don't even know your name or 
where you live, so how can I rat on you ??"  She asks.

    "My name is Willy Tamarack...What's yours ?

    "Karen Wilson."

    Just then her friend honks the horn and yells, "Hey, Karen !  Come on. 
We're late !"

    Karen looks back at me and says, "I've got to go, Willy.  Can I meet you 
this afternoon, say at the park up by the Mormon Church and we can talk some 
more ?"

    I thought for a second and then the horn sounded again.  "No, "I'll meet 
you up at the top of the hill, right over there.  What time ?"

    She runs across the street, calling back, "One o'clock, Ok?"

    She was looking back at me over the top of the car as I yell, "Ok !"  Then 
she's into the car, slamming the door and the vehicle speeds away.

    As I walk back toward the entrance to the complex, the paranoia comes back 
again - big time paranoia.  What the fuck did I do that for ?  I had almost 
forgotten about the first incident and now I agree to meet her about a hundred 
yards from my own condo.  Exceptionally smart, Willy.

                            *** CHAPTER THREE ***

    I am fairly new here; having lived in Las Vegas now for just a little over 
a year.  Las Vegas - Wow !!  What a place, the original adult Disneyland.  To 
be honest, I really don't live in Las Vegas but in one of it's suburbs; which 
most of the residents call Green Valley.  I moved up here about six months 
after my family was wiped out in an automobile accident on one of Orange 
County's many freeways.  No one's fault - shit happens - I guess ?!  After the 
accident I just had to get out; away from our friends, our neighborhood, away 
from just about everything.  I have a military friend in Las Vegas who 
convinced me to move away from Southern California.  So I sold everything; 
packed the rest and drove North on I-15 to Las Vegas.  I bought a small, 12 
year old, two bedroom condo in a upper-middle class development where the 
landscaping is rather lush for the desert.

    Anyway, while going through the shit, shower and shaving routine, I 
attempt to devise a plan so that I can get my pink ass out of this self-made 
jam.  The paranoia starts escalating about noon as I still hadn't come up with 
any good ideas.  I was now thinking that if I didn't show up she might rat on 
me for not getting her more dope.  So I went to the freezer, where I keep my 
smokable dope, and got out an ounce or so; what we used to call a three finger 
lid.  At twelve-thirty I start walking through the complex to see if I can spy 
any unusual activity.  Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, I arrive at 
the meeting place about ten minutes early.

    I sit with my back to the wall of one of the complexes' condos, noticing 
that at least we won't be able to be seen from the street.  Through the trees, 
I catch a glimpse of Karen crossing the street about a half a block from where 
I'm sitting.  For the first time I really take a good look at her and notice 
that she appears quite tall, but it might be because she is so skinny.  Her 
legs look like tooth picks - not much of a figure.  She is wearing, what looks 
like, a man's shirt with a blue "T" shirt on underneath and a pair of fairly 
short, cut-off jeans.  She has on a pair of girl's tennis shoes and her hair, 
which both of the times I've seen her before has been done up on the top of 
her head, is now undone and flowing behind her, hippie like, as she hurries 
across the street.  Her hair is brown but much of it has been bleached by the 
sun or the bottle.  I've never been good at telling the difference.

    She casually walks up the hill toward the condo complex about a hundred 
feet or so to my right.  She sees me sitting against the wall, waves and 
starts toward me.  As she gets closer I see that she is not wearing a "T" 
shirt at all but one of those tube tops that just cover her breasts, which 
look incredibly small.  She is also wearing more make up than I have seen or 
noticed from our previous meetings.  She sits about three feet away and leans 
back against the wall.  We sit like that, not talking, for a couple of minutes 
or so.  Finally.....

    "I didn't mean to hassle you this morning, honest, and I've never been 
busted and my dad is not the chief of police.  I just want to buy some of the 
dope that you gave me the other night.  That is if you have any more...."  She 
starts.

    "Well, I'm a little paranoid about all that has happened....I don't mind 
selling you a little dope.  I'm just concerned about covering my ass."  I 
reply.

    "That's cool.  I understand.  I haven't told anyone where I got the stuff 
you gave me the other night, honest."

    "How about your girl friend, you know; the one you shared it with.....or 
the girl who drove this morning, how did you explain stopping ?"  I ask.

    "They are both the same girl.  Her name is Monica.  She's my best friend.  
I told her I got the joint from a customer at the restaurant who was real 
baked.....

    "Well that's a fact."  I interrupt.

    "And this morning I told her that you were a family friend and I had to 
give you a message from my dad."

    We talked for about a half hour, some about her, some about me.  I learned 
that she is a high school senior and has a boy friend.  She learned that I am 
fairly new in town and no longer have any family.  We shared some stories 
about the "evil weed" and laughed at each others jokes.  I started to feel  
comfortable about the time she started discussing her grades and her college 
ambitions.  She stressed that she doesn't get stoned 24 hours a day.  I told 
her that I usually get stoned once a day, at least.  She asked how I could get 
up early to run.  I laughed and said that it was sometimes real hard.  It was 
about that time that I asked her to come to my place and we could do the deal.

    "Now who should be paranoid ?"  she asks.

    "Probably you."  I laugh.

    She laughs and says, "Where to, Willy ?"

    I get up, explaining that I live at the back of the complex and we head 
off through the trees towards my place.  As we're walking up the hill from the 
community pool towards my patio, I notice that her shorts don't quite cover 
all of her ass and that she shows some cheek with every step.  Ah ! What the 
fuck, if I'm going to sell her dope, what's the harm in having fantasies about 
fucking her brains out too ?  Probably 20 to life, all expenses paid by the 
state.

                             *** CHAPTER FOUR ***

    I close the sliding glass door and ask her if she would like to hear some 
music.  She says "ok" and asks if I have any Hootie and the Blowfish.  I say 
no and put on some Neil Young.  She is eyeing the hemp filled baggie that is 
laying on the coffee table.

    "Have a seat."  I say.

    She keeps looking at the lid on the table and blurts out, "Ah...I don't 
have enough cash to buy all that.  I mean I don't think that I've ever seen so 
much dope."  She sits down next to me on the couch.

    "Well, how much do you want ?"

    "I only brought twenty bucks..."  She lets the rest hang.

    I pull some papers out of my pocket, open the baggie and begin to roll a 
joint; asking her if she wants to get high.  She nods and I light up, take a 
large drag and hand her the joint.  As she is taking a "hit," I wander into 
the kitchen and get another sandwich bag.  We pass the joint back and forth as 
I take dope out of the baggie on the table and put it into the new bag.  Both 
of us are getting pretty stoned about now and she mentions that she still 
doesn't have enough money to buy what I am offering.  I tell her it's no 
problem as I grow my own in one of those growing contraptions that you hide in 
the closet.  She laughs and says that some of her friends had tried growing it 
in their back yards but nothing came of it.

    The joint is now rather small and Karen complains about not bringing her 
bong.  Rather boldly I offer to be her bong and she asks how I'm going to do 
that.  I take a deep drag of what's left of the joint and motion her closer.  
I hoarsely tell her to open her mouth and then place my mouth over hers and 
exhale.  She starts to inhale the smoke I'm blowing into her mouth.  Both of 
our eyes are wide open and suddenly hers open even wider.  She backs away and 
exhales in a loud...."Oh Wow !!

    I exhale the rest, get up and wander into the kitchen again.  I yell back 
into the front room, "You want a diet Pepsi ?"  Not hearing a response I peer 
into the front room and see her leaning back on the couch with her head thrown 
back, eyes closed and her legs slightly spread.  Her jeans are not quite 
covering her crotch and I can see that she is wearing white panties.  I begin 
to feel a stirring between my legs - "Oh Jesus" - I'm getting a hardon.  I 
pour a couple of glasses of Pepsi and head back for the front room.  She 
hasn't moved.  I say, "Here's your Pepsi, Karen."

    She opens her eyes, takes the glass and gulps down a couple of swallows.  
I ask if she wants another hit and she only nods.  I relight the roach, take a 
big hit and move over to her.  She leans her head back and opens her mouth.  I 
once again cover her mouth with mine and exhale.  This time her eyes remain 
closed and as I finish exhaling; I allow my tongue to start exploring her lips 
and teeth.  Her eyes open real wide but then close as she starts to exhale 
through her nose.  I continue my exploration of her mouth with my tongue and 
her tongue now comes to meet mine.  I break the kiss and say, "That was nice.  
Want another one ?"

    "I don't think I can take another hit......I don't think I've ever been 
this stoned."

    "No, another one of these."  I say as I lean toward her and again cover 
her mouth with mine.  Her mouth opens as my tongue slips between her lips.  We 
are kissing rather energetically when her arms come up around my neck.  I slip 
my arm around her waist and rest my other hand on her bare thigh.  She moves 
her thighs apart a bit and I feel a tugging on my shorts as my hardon begins 
to grow again.  The kiss continues as I move my hand up the left side of her 
body stopping on her belly and rubbing it with a back and forth movement.  Her 
shirt is unbuttoned to just above her belly button and I proceed to unbutton 
the rest; sliding my hand onto her bare belly.  I continue rubbing; stop 
kissing her mouth and begin to lick her neck, right up to her ear then start 
frenching her ear.  She hasn't made a sound so I slip my hand up and cup her 
left breast.  Karen has really been short changed in the breast department but 
I can feel a very prominent nipple through her tube top.  I move my mouth back 
to hers and this time she kisses me with abandon, all tongue, lips and teeth.  
I drag her tube top down to around her belly button and start to roll one 
nipple, then the other, between my index finger and thumb.

    I break the kiss and cover her left nipple with my mouth and begin sucking 
and licking as I slide my free hand down her belly and into the waist band of 
her shorts  She sucks in her belly, which causes my boner to throb and makes 
me believe that I am not alone in my desire.  I slip my fingers into her 
panties and continue towards her cunt until I run into a tuft of pubic hair.  
I stop my hand at the top of her mound, which is not very prominent, and 
squeeze and rub in a circular motion.  I was concentrating so much on her 
nipples and mound that I totally freak out as her left hand moves onto my 
hardon.  Once found, Karen immediately starts to rub it from my balls to it's 
tip.  I remove my hand from her shorts, unbutton her jeans, slide the zipper 
down and replace my hand down the front of her shorts and into her panties.  
After rubbing her mound for a bit, I slip my finger down deeper into her 
crotch and inside her.  I start to finger fuck her slowly.  I go back to 
kissing her mouth and am met by a very active tongue as her hand increases the 
tempo on my cock.

    God, does this feel good.  If she keeps this up for a little longer I'm 
going to cum in my pants; so I remove my hand from her pants and slip 
partially off the couch onto the floor on my knees.  This removes her hand 
from my cock.  I look up at her face; her eyes are still closed and she is 
breathing just a bit deeply.  I stare at her nipples, which are about the size 
of quarters and much darker than her skin.  They are like cones on her almost 
non-existent tits.  I hold her by the hips and french her belly button, then 
take a hold of each side of her shorts and tug them down her skinny legs.  Her 
panties come with them and after getting them off her feet, I drop them on the 
floor next to me.  My tongue leaves her belly button and starts licking 
towards her cunt.  I run my tongue through her pubic hair and see that it is 
the same color as the hair on her head - a deep brown.  I spread her legs a 
little more and begin taking large mouths full of her thighs as I place both 
hands on her mound and rub back and forth in opposite directions, trying to 
create some friction.  I spread the lips of her pussy and lick up and down her 
slit.  She doesn't move or make a sound.  I lick up and search for her 
clitoris; as I slide a finger, then two into her and start finger fucking her 
again.  She is not as tight as I had imagined and would easily take my cock.  
I am almost positive that she isn't a virgin.  After finding and lubricating 
her clitoris, I replace my fingers with my tongue and tongue fuck her rather 
briskly.  After a few moments of no reaction, I remove my face from her cunt 
and ask, "Are you always this quiet when you're making love ?  Do you want me 
to stop ?"

    Her eyes open and she looks at me for a moment or two and then says, "Oh !  
No.  Please don't stop.  What you're doing feels good....real good.  My boy 
friend has never done this - all he does is finger me and then stick it in me.  
I like what you're doing - don't stop."

    I lower my head and lick from her cunt to her clit.  I do it again with my 
eyes locked on hers and ask, "You sure ?"

    "Oh ! Yes I'm sure.  Lick me, please."

    I now bury my tongue in her cunt, fucking it in and out of her as fast as 
I can.  I place a thumb on her mound and rub it up and down the top of her 
slit trying to stimulate her clitoris.  My tongue is tired so I replace it 
with my fingers and begin sucking large mouths full of her thighs into my 
mouth.  I am now finger fucking her like crazy, moving to the side of her I 
move my mouth to the top of her mound, sucking as much of her mound into my 
mouth as I can.  With my other hand I spread her pussy lips, sucking on her 
clitoris.  After a minute or so of this I remove my mouth from her clit and 
ask, "Are you getting close to cuming ?  I want you to cum, Karen.  Come on 
help me get you off, Karen.  I want you to cum, baby."  I go back to licking 
her clit, never stopping my fingers from fucking in and out of her cunt.

    Her hips start to move and it becomes more difficult for me to keep my 
tongue zeroed in on her clit so I suck as much of her mound into my mouth as I 
can and kept on sucking.  I feel her orgasm first in her thighs as she starts 
to spread them, then close them in a cadence that she no longer controls.  I 
keep fingering her rapidly.  I take my mouth off her clit and whisper, "Come 
on Karen, get off baby."  She is breathing very rapidly and her hips are 
coming off the couch as she pushes back against the fingers that I am sliding 
rapidly in and out of her cunt.  With her hips up off the couch she reaches 
down with both hands and pulls my head back to her pussy.  I take as much of 
her mound in my mouth as I can and suck.

    "Oh God.  Ahhhhh !!!  Ahhhhhh !!!!"  She doesn't quite scream.

    The pressure of her hands on my head subsides and I slowly start licking 
my way to her navel, then to her breasts, sucking one nipple then the other.  
I finally reach her mouth and kiss her open mouthed for a few minutes before 
saying;  "Well, how was that ?"

                             *** CHAPTER FIVE ***

    "That was wonderful - no shit - the best I've ever had with anyone.  My 
boy friend says that he won't do that because it smells and he'd get too much 
hair in his mouth."

    I laugh as I pull a couple of her pubes from my mouth; get up off the 
floor and sit next to her on the couch.  "Your boy friend is a fool, then."  
Look who's talking, the guy who is going to spend the next century in the 
slammer.

    Karen slides closer to me on the couch and kisses me on the lips, 
"Thanks," she says, "that was real super, the best ever.  No kidding.  Do you 
want to... ?"

    "Fuck,"  I fill in the blank.

    She only nods back in response.  Unfortunately, my hardon has totally 
deflated and is now as limp as a dish rag.  So I continue, "We should have 
done that a little while ago as I'm not quite up to the task right now."

    Karen slides her hand under my "T" shirt and starts to gently rub my 
belly, seemingly heading toward my cock with every passing second.  She soon 
has her hand in my pants, wrapping her fingers around my cock stroking me 
slowly.  And while I am starting to get hard; it is not the tremendous hardon 
that I had earlier.  She kisses me and my fingers are now playing with her 
nipples.  She takes her hand out of my pants and with both hands unbuttons, 
then unzips them and pushes them down around my ankles.  I kick them aside.  
After a while, with not much improvement in my non-turgid member, I break our 
kiss and say, "Why don't we take a break for a few minutes, sometimes old men 
have a hard time getting it up."  I lean forward, pick up the roach and light 
it again.

    She giggles and says, "My boy friend also has that problem when he gets 
too drunk.  I can sometimes work on him all night it seems and he never gets 
hard."

    "I know the feeling."  I say as I pass her the roach and begin to roll 
another number.  She has leaned back against the couch with her eyes closed, 
holding the roach out towards me.  I take the roach and throw it in the ash 
tray.  I light up the number, take a deep hit and stare at her almost nude 
body.  "Do you ever masturbate ?"  I ask.

    Her eyes flash open.  For the first time she appears to have some modesty.  
She closes her legs a bit and puts her hands over her bush.  "Do you ?"  It 
was defensive.

    "Yea, all the time.  I love to play with myself and usually do it when I'm 
watching porno flicks or looking at magazines filled with nude women.  I was 
thinking that if you don't mind I could stare at you and play with myself and 
when I get hard we could...."

    "Fuck." she finished.

    "Yea."  I lean back against the end of the couch and slowly stroked my 
cock.  I don't normally masturbate this way so I look around and find her 
panties.  I pick them up off the floor, cover my cock with them and begin to 
rub the fabric up and down my shaft.  I tell her not to worry that I won't cum 
on her panties and she says it's ok as her boyfriend would often clean off his 
cock with them after fucking her.  After a few moments she asks me if I want 
her to do anything.

    "Yea, play with yourself, Karen."

    She moves to the other end of the couch, now we are facing each other, and 
starts rubbing her mound with one hand and her belly with the other.  I take 
my "T" shirt off and continue to gaze at her masturbating.  "Play with your 
nipples."  She does.  One hand in her bush and the other rolling one nipple 
then the other between her fingers.  I'm starting to get hard - real hard.  
"Do you ever finger yourself ?"  I ask.  She nods and I tell her to finger 
herself and when her fingers are real wet to bring them over to me as I want 
to suck and lick them.  After only a couple of plunges into her cunt she gets 
up, and crosses the length of the couch and holds out her hand for me to lick. 

    I tell her to take her panties off my cock and when she does she exclaims, 
"Oh ! Yea !" and starts to move onto her back, down at the other end of the 
couch.

    "No, sit on it, Karen."  I tell her, holding my cock straight up from my 
belly.  She slowing moves over me, with a puzzled look on her face.  I put one 
hand on her ass, guide her over my cock and tell her to lower her cunt a bit.  
The head of my cock comes into contact with her pubes and I rub my cock up and 
down the length of her slit.  I put my cock into the entrance of her cunt and 
tell her to lower herself on to my lap.  She is very wet and I slide about 
half the way in.  I take a hold of her hips and rock them back and forth as I 
bury myself in her cunt.  Oh, is she nice and very warm.

    "God !  That feels good."

    She nods and says, "Oh. Yes, it does."

    I tell her to lean forward a bit, put her hands up by my shoulders and 
rock back and forth.  "Rub your pussy against my pubic bone."  I tell her.  I 
am dying to start pumping my cock in and out of her but know that if I do; 
I'll be finished in just a few minutes.  So I just lay there watching her rock 
back and forth while my hands play with her nipples, slide up and down her 
thighs and squeeze her very firm ass.  I pull off her blouse and push the tube 
top up over her head and throw them both on the floor.  We were now both nude, 
except for our shoes.  Her rocking becomes somewhat intense so I slow her down 
with my hands on her hips and tell her to lean back with one hand behind her 
and use the other to rub her mound and clit.  She does so and is soon rocking 
again.  I reach out and begin to pinch her nipples.  They are swollen and 
again look like small nose cones.  She is starting to breath more rapidly and 
even though she is not causing much friction on my cock, I can't stand the 
wait any longer.  I have got to cum.  I reach up with both hands and pull her 
shoulders down to me, mash my mouth to hers and slide my hands to her ass.  I 
take a cheek in each hand and start fucking her with everything I have, 
lifting her off me with each thrust.  I break the kiss and start babbling 
incoherently.  It comes quickly, about three or four spurts of semen.  I keep 
on pumping until I feel myself start to deflate.  We lay still, breathing 
heavily as my dick shrinks out of her.  "Did you cum ?"  Karen asks.

    "Yea, I think you could say that."

    "So did I.  That's the first time I ever did.....you know, fucking.  God, 
was it great.  You know, I wasn't sure when you started talking about playing 
with myself.....like you were some pervert or something but I've never had an 
orgasm like that, even by myself."

    "I think we're about to dribble on the couch, so why don't you roll off me 
and I'll go get a wash cloth or something."  I say.

    "Where did you put my panties ?"  Karen asks.

    "No, I'll get us wash cloth."  I say as I disengage from her and walk off 
toward the bathroom.  I come back in just a few minutes but she already has 
her panties on and is pulling on her shorts.  I'm wiping my dick with the wash 
cloth.

    She looks up from the couch and says, "Shit, Willy.  I couldn't wait.  Its 
almost five and I have to get home or I'll catch hell for being out so late."  
With that she jumps up off the couch, comes up to me and plants a great big 
kiss on my lips and says, "Thanks."  She backs away grabs her tube top, slips 
it over her head and begins putting her blouse on.  I feel rather stupid and 
embarrassed standing there bare ass in my tennis shoes.  She fishes a twenty 
dollar bill out of her pocket and puts it on the table.

    "Why don't you take both, Karen ?"  I ask.

    She shakes her head from side to side and says, "I can't do that, Willy.  
It's way too much for how much I'm paying.  Even with this I'm ripping you 
off."  With that she picks up the smaller of the two baggies, walks over, 
gives me another big kiss and heads to the door.  "I don't think you ought to 
go out like that, Willy, it might cause the neighbors to gossip."  She laughs, 
opens the sliding glass door and is gone.  I wander over to door, realizing 
that the whole time we were getting it on - the drapes were open.  Oh !  Well, 
shit happens.  "Rippin' me off - Yea Right !"

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