Pet Sounds Suite
By Jeremy Spencer
Copyright 2004

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Author's Note: The following is a fictional story. In it, fictional characters have hot, sweaty, unprotected, fictional sex. They live in a fictional world without fictional diseases. You do not. Be careful. All characters in this story are old enough to know what they're doing. Now, on to the show!

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Part One - WouldnÕt It Be Nice

ÒOh God! Do that again! Please?Ó

He looked up from between her supple, tan thighs, grinning like a madman.

ÒYou liked that?Ó He asked, knowing the sticky wetness of her damp pussy pushing against me was all the answer he needed.

His legs were cramping, so he tried shifting around in the crowded space, but it was no use.

ÒClose your eyes,Ó he whispered. ÒIÕm going to open the door.Ó

ÒWait,Ó she answered, and he watched as Caroline hastily pulled her sweater over her breasts and quickly smoothed her skirt. She nodded that she was ready, and the two squinted in the harsh light of the overhead light.

Happily, she thought nervously, they were alone. It was a crisp October evening, and the scent of burning leaves was everywhere.

Spreading out his letterman jacket, he knelt down and pulled her legs around his ears. Grinning devilishly, he dove in and hungrily resumed feasting on the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, moving quickly upward, and was soon tasting her tangy juices.

Caroline sighed as a small tremor washed over her. Grabbing him by the shoulders, she pulled him closer, pressing their bodies together. Impatient now, the two shifted around until his hard cock was seated properly at her hot opening.

He thrust forward, when suddenly Caroline gave a small cry as her head banged against the opposite door.

ÒOuch!Ó

ÒSorry.Ó

Quickly, the ancient dance of thrusting and withdrawing was over, and they hurriedly cleaned and straightened and primped.

As the couple drove through the dark, tree-lined boulevard, he looked over at Caroline, who was seemingly distracted, staring out the window.

ÒWouldnÕt it be nice,Ó he said, Òif we could go home to our house, and sleep in our bed?Ó

She absentmindedly nodded, wondering what her boyfriend would think of her.


Part Two - You Still Believe In Me

ÒOh Brian, IÕm so sorry!Ó

I sat in my car. It had been a lonely Friday, but with her admission my life changed.

ÒIÕm so sorry I slept with him!Ó

Somehow I still felt alone, even though I had Caroline on my arm. We werenÕt really talking. At least, I wasnÕt talking.

ÒOh God, IÕm such a whore! I tried... I tried to tell him we shouldnÕt, but it had been so long and youÕre gone so often, and he started touching me and...Ó

She was crying again. I started to feel light-headed, wondering what the protocol is in a situation like this?

How do you take back the contrite girlfriend who cheated on you with your own brother? Do you take her back or let her down gently?

I sighed. Of course I would take her back.

ÒCaroline, shh... quiet.Ó She looked at me through eyes rimmed with tears, simultaneously fearful and expectant. I felt her breasts pressing against my arm, her breathing deep, deceptively calm, though she was on the verge of flight, her entire body coiled and taut.

I put what I hoped was a comforting arm around her shoulders, drawing her close to me.

ÒItÕs okay,Ó I whispered, stroking the damp hair from her face, kissing salty tears from her cheeks. ÒI love you.Ó

Sobs wracked her body as she threw her arms around my neck, burying her head against my chest. I could feel her lips as she kissed, butterfly-soft, down the front of my shirt.

ÒI canÕt believe it,Ó she finally gasped. ÒYou still believe in me? After all... after what IÕve done? What did I do to deserve you?Ó

I shrugged my shoulders. I had no answer as to why IÕd said it. Hopefully saying it was enough. Who can explain young love?


Part Three - That's Not Me

ÒHe was an asshole, thatÕs all there is to it.Ó I gave Caroline a tight squeeze, trying to show her that I was here for her. Would always be here for her. Even if I felt like IÕd been played for a schmuck.

She sniffed a little, rubbing her nose, child-like, on the tattered cuff of my oversized sweatshirt. She looked up at me, a wistful expression on her face.

ÒIÕm so sorry, Brian.Ó

ÒDonÕt be.Ó

ÒBut youÕre so good to me, even after... even after all of this, and I...Ó

ÒKeep shitting all over me?Ó I didnÕt mean it to sound so bitter, I swear I didnÕt. Caroline looked at me in surprise, eyes big, wide open, shocked I would put it... the truth... so bluntly. Finally she nodded, head hanging low.

ÒIÕm sorry.Ó It was a whisper. I could barely make out her voice.

ÒNo, IÕm sorry. YouÕre right. We were young. Too young probably.Ó I sighed softly. I knew IÕd been ready. Willing, even.

ÒDo you know what he said?Ó

ÒMy brother? The asshole?Ó Caroline smiled slightly, nodding. ÒWhat did he say?Ó

ÒHe said all he was looking for was a little fun. A place to dip his wick! The prick! I told him I was late, and he tells me itÕs Ôtoo badÕ I didnÕt think of that sooner.Ó

ÒThat sucks. HeÕs such an idiot.Ó

ÒHe said he needed to be free. He couldnÕt be a daddy, but IÕm supposed to be a mommy?Ó Caroline looked near tears again. ÒHe said ÒBeing tied down like that? ThatÕs not me at all,Ó and he took off.Ó

ÒItÕs probably better this way.Ó

ÒBetter?Ó How was this better? The father of her baby runs off to who knows where?

ÒYouÕre here.Ó

I sighed. Yeah... IÕm always hereÉ for you.


Part Four - DonÕt Talk (Put Your Head On My Shoulder)

We were driving away from the sterile white building when Caroline lost it.

ÒBrian, I killed it I killed it I killed it!Ó

I pulled to the side of the road, ignoring the angry honking and rude gestures from passers by.

ÒYou did what you had to do, right?Ó She looked at me, again through teary eyes, and silently nodded.

ÒBut it hurts so much!Ó

ÒI donÕt know what to tell you. We discussed this before... so many times. I want to help you any way I can, but... we did the right thing... you did the right thing.Ó

ÒWhat am I going to tell my parents?Ó

I sighed, closing my eyes. I tried to think of something... anything... that would make this easier, but couldnÕt.

ÒI guess... Caroline, I...Ó Words failed me.

Reaching out, she put a finger to my lips, silencing me.

ÒDonÕt talk,Ó she said, her lips forcing themselves into a smile. ÒDonÕt talk.Ó

I reached out, surrounding her, pulling her close.

ÒPut your head on my shoulder.Ó She leaned against me, her arm resting lightly on my thigh.

Her breasts pushed softly against my chest as slowly, Caroline dragged her hand over the rough denim of my jeans, moving slowly closer to my cock, which twitched in anticipation.

ÒThis is so wrong,Ó she said, sliding effortlessly over the lump of my cock, teasing me to full hardness. Her nipples felt like two diamonds against my chest.

I gently moved my hand over the fullness of her breast, and Caroline gasped at the contact, pushing herself more completely into my hand.

ÒTake me home?Ó she begged anxiously. ÒMake love to me?Ó

ÒCaroline?Ó I didnÕt want to get hurt again. Not today. Not by her.

Reaching out, she put a finger to my lips, silencing me.

ÒDonÕt talk.Ó


Part Five - IÕm Waiting For The Day

It was so obviously a femaleÕs bedroom. I sat beside her, resting on the edge of a bed covered in pink frilly quilts. Strewn around the room were stuffed animals, flannel pajamas, and dainty undergarments.

I felt I didnÕt belong.

ÒCaroline,Ó I tried again, for what must have been the thousandth time. ÒYou have to get up. Go out. Get on with your life.Ó

She sniffled, wiping away tears, and looked at me, not understanding.

ÒWhy?Ó she asked, and I answered for what must have been the thousandth time.

ÒBecause I love you.Ó

ÒWhy?Ó

I smiled at her. ÒThere are so many reasons.Ó Thousands. Millions. ÒI love the clothes you wear. I love the way your hair reflects light, so golden, so perfect. I love that I can smell you when you walk in the room. All I want to do is hold you, touch you, make love to you the way we used to.Ó

I knew IÕd said too much, too soon, and closed my eyes, waiting for her outburst, but none came. I opened one eye.

She smiled, and I was taken away.

She reached out and stroked the line of my jaw, my skin hot and alive wherever she touched.

ÒBrian. Sweet Brian. I canÕt. I just canÕt! I canÕt love you. Not again. I canÕt hurt you. Not again.Ó

I pulled her close, wanting her to know, to understand how I felt. How she was my whole world, and now my world was crumbling at my feet.

ÒWhy not? Because of... because of what happened?Ó Caroline fell back on the bed, covering her eyes with her forearm.

ÒItÕs not you... itÕs me. IÕm... I canÕt... IÕm waiting... IÕm waiting for the day...Ó and she trailed off.

ÒWhat day? Waiting for what?Ó

ÒWhen I can love again.Ó


Part Six - LetÕs Go Away For A While

ÒAarrgghh!Ó she screamed, waltzing into my room and slamming her bag down.

ÒWhat?Ó I asked, startled at her entrance. Caroline blushed a bit, embarrassed at her outburst.

ÒGod Brian, IÕm so sick of this shit!Ó she moaned, throwing herself on my bed, screaming into a pillow.

I picked myself up off the floor and sat beside her. She had twisted onto her side, supporting herself on one arm, and her shirt had ridden up. Showing was a trim, tan stomach. I could make out the glint of her belly button ring and further up the swell of her breasts.

I felt myself getting hard and crossed one leg over the other, attempting to hide my condition.

ÒSick of what?Ó I asked, hoping she hadnÕt seen me staring. Ever since her abortion things had been... weird. We were close as always, but something was off.

ÒWork. School. Family. Whatever.Ó

ÒLetÕs go away for a while,Ó I suggested. Her face brightened, and she quickly sat up, tucking her legs beneath her for support. Her breasts swayed enticingly and as I brought my gaze upward I caught her eyes and saw a little smile on her face.

ÒYes?Ó she asked, teasing.

ÒUm... we could go up north? My uncle has a cabin. We could go boating, or whatever.Ó It sounded lame to my ears, but she seemed all for it.

ÒThat sounds great!Ó She paused. ÒWhen?Ó

I hadnÕt thought that far ahead. I picked out the day planner from the clutter on my desk and rifled through it.

ÒTwo weeks?Ó I suggested. ÒToo soon?Ó She shook her head, and her blond hair flowed over her face.

ÒPerfect,Ó she said, standing to leave. Brushing past me, I felt her hand slide over the lump in my pants. ÒYou always know just what I need.Ó


Part Seven - Sloop John B

ÒThatÕs it?Ó Caroline laughed when she saw the boat for the first time.

ÒThe Sloop John B,Ó I said. ÒNamed after my grandfather.Ó

ÒItÕs kind of small.Ó

ÒYou know what they say about size, right?Ó

ÒYeah yeah,Ó she laughed, throwing her duffel to me. We climbed aboard, ready to enjoy a weekend on the lake.

Dinner was a quick affair, a simple meal of sandwiches and assorted junk food.

And beer. Lots of beer.

We lay on the deck of the boat, watching the stars.

ÒDo you love me?Ó she asked in a quiet voice. I paused, wanting to answer her as honestly as I could. Of course I loved her, but how do you say that succinctly? She took my silence for something else. ÒNever mind, how could you, after everything?Ó

ÒCaroline, you know I love you.Ó

It was everything IÕd hoped IÕd feel again when she rolled over into my arms. We kissed deeply, our tongues playing against one another. I felt my cock grow hard and knew she felt it too, as the heat of our passion washed over us.

Carefully, still unsure of myself, I removed her blouse, looking again at her perfect breasts, white mounds of flesh topped by pink nipples, stiff with arousal. I kissed down her neck, licking and nipping at her tender flesh as I pushed her back to the deck.

We made love there, to the beat and cadence of tiny waves.

Afterward, I spoke, regretting my words as soon as they left my mouth.

ÒIÕm sorry, I know IÕm not that big compared to Dennis.Ó My brother, who you cheated on me with, was left unsaid.

ÒMmmm... you know what they say about the size of the boat and the motion of the ocean?Ó

ÒYes. Why?Ó

ÒI love your vessel.Ó


Part Eight - God Only Knows

ÒWhat do you mean?Ó

I tried to be coy, but failed, bursting out laughing.

ÒBrian! What do you mean?Ó

ÒI mean just what I said. ItÕs yours. Do you like it?Ó

ÒItÕs beautiful, but... why?Ó

ÒBecause I love you.Ó

ÒYou love me.Ó

ÒI love you! Do you still doubt it? How many ways do you need to hear it? How many times do I have to say it?Ó

ÒItÕs just that...Ó

ÒCaroline! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you!Ó

She giggled, looking around at the startled looks of the other passengers.

ÒBrian, sit down please! I get it. You love me. You love me!Ó She pulled me back into my seat, holding her hand to the light, admiring the gold band around her finger. ÒItÕs beautiful,Ó she whispered, leaning over and kissing me lightly on the cheek.

ÒDo you understand now? Do you believe me? Please... please know that nothing thatÕs happened, nothing youÕve done could ever change my mind. Ever.Ó

ÒReally?Ó She smiled mischievously, raising an eyebrow in question.

ÒReally.Ó

ÒSo... no more early morning hanky panky? No more blowjobs on the highway? None of that? And... youÕll still love me?Ó

ÒWell... maybe a blowjob. Or two.Ó I laughed, as she dropped to her knees in front of me.

ÒNow?Ó she whispered again, loud enough for the older gentleman across the aisle to hear. He shook his head and continued reading his newspaper.

ÒNo!Ó I pulled her onto my lap and she settled down comfortably, the soft swell of her ass pressing against my now erect prick. I could feel her grind slowly against me.

ÒIf youÕre sure,Ó she complained, in her best little girl voice. ÒMaybe later?Ó I nodded.

ÒGod only knows what IÕd do without you,Ó I said softly, meaning every word.


Part Nine - I Know ThereÕs An Answer

I snuggled up beside her on the couch and smiled as Caroline shifted her body against mine. I loved the warmth of her body as it pressed close. It felt right. I was home.

I slipped my hand down the opening of her shirt, cupping one breast in my hand. As I squeezed her nipple, Caroline took a sharp breath, pushing her nipple more firmly into my hand. Pinching the pink nub, I felt as the nipple began to lengthen and harden, poking between my fingertips.

ÒYes,Ó she hissed, giving a small sigh of pleasure.

Turning toward each other, our eyes locked as we closed the short distance and our lips brushed together in a gentle kiss. Puffy with arousal, her lips pushed insistently against my own, parting slightly. Her pink tongue snaked out and I opened my mouth as our tongues dueled sweetly back and forth.

My cock swelled, tenting out between our bodies, a change not lost on Caroline. She reached over, slowly teasing down the front of my shirt, and I moaned into her mouth as her hot hand reached the tip of my erection.

ÒOh God, that feels so good.Ó

ÒYou like that?Ó she teased, but quickly her laughter turned serious as our lovemaking became more intense.

Afterward, we lay beside each other, blissfully sweaty and sated from our recent activities.

ÒI never used to think this would be possible,Ó she began.

ÒWhat do you mean?Ó

ÒBrian, until you showed me what this could really, truly be, I was a mess. I used to tell myself over and over, I know thereÕs an answer, but I never knew the question... I couldnÕt find it by myself.Ó

ÒYou tried to do it by yourself,Ó I gently chided.

ÒI know, and now thereÕs you... there was always you.Ó


Part Ten - Here Today

Brides donÕt blush. ItÕs a lie.

Caroline glowed, her face bright as any sun, a light as bright as IÕd ever seen.

ÒWe gather here today,Ó the minister intoned, the rest a happy blur.

Ò...Richer for poorer.Ó

Ò...Richer for poorer.Ó

Ò...Sickness and health.Ó

Ò...Sickness and health.Ó

Ò...Death do us part.Ó

Ò...Death do us part.Ó

Ò...I do.Ó

Ò...I do.Ó

Let no man say that I did not kiss the bride, and kiss her properly.

Cake was cut, dances were danced, cheeks were kissed, backs were slapped, garters were thrown, bouquets were caught, a merry time was had by all.

Cleanup was left for another time.

ÒBrian, I donÕt know how this happened, but IÕm not sure I deserve it,Ó she said as I carried her over the threshold.

ÒCaroline, of course you do,Ó I answered her nervous question. ÒEvery bride deserves to wear white. She smiled, melting against me.

I sat and watched as dozens, hundreds, thousands of buttons were slowly unbuttoned as inch by inch, her creamy skin was revealed to my excited gaze.

ÒBeautiful,Ó I said as at last my naked bride lay on the bed, softly running her hands over her smooth skin, teasing her moist pussy lips and pulling on her turgid nipples.

ÒHurry,Ó she said, opening her arms and I slipped inside.

Our coupling was slow and gentle that night, made all the sweeter by the trials and hardships we had gone through.

ÒOh God,Ó I moaned as the slick inner walls of her hot tunnel tightened and pulsed around my cock. I pushed deeper, as she arched her back, pressing her soft breasts against my chest.

ÒFuck me harder,Ó she moaned as she approached climax, urging me faster and rougher, and I plowed ahead with more urgency.

ÒI love you, husband.Ó

ÒI love you, wife.Ó


Part Eleven - I Just WasnÕt Made For These Times

We lay side by side on the bed. I caressed her side gently as she came down from her orgasm. Suddenly she pulled away.

ÒI have to go,Ó was all she would say.

I stood in disbelief as she packed her bags.

ÒWhat about the baby?Ó I couldnÕt understand why she felt the way she did.

ÒItÕs not you, Brian. YouÕre more wonderful than I could ever hope for.Ó I reached for her, but she turned away, shrugging my hand from her shoulder. ÒPlease donÕt. DonÕt make it harder than it has to be.Ó

Dammit! Why is this happening now?.

ÒIs it my brother?Ó She laughed a bitter laugh, shaking her head.

ÒGod, no.Ó She reached out a hand, stroking my cheek softly, tenderly. ÒThis is... youÕre wonderful. That was years ago, a one-time thing.Ó

I reached up, trapping her hand beneath mine. Holding her, but she pulled away.

ÒI have to go.Ó

ÒPlease donÕt go. We can talk about it. We can work something out. Tell me why. What can I do?Ó I was at a loss, and held her hand to my lips. Trying to make her see. Make her feel my love.

She pulled away slowly, shaking her head.

ÒI have to go.Ó

I watched as she got into the taxi, taking only a single bag. I wanted to run after her, win her back, like in the movies, but I was too slow.

The note was on the kitchen table.

ÒI just wasnÕt made for these times,Ó she wrote. ÒThings go so right, and then things go wrong. My whole life seems to have been about loving people and leaving them. I love you. Caroline.Ó

I read the note again and again, trying to understand, but finally set it down. The baby... our baby needed me.


Part Twelve - Pet Sounds

I sat alone in the backyard. The drink in my hand was my fifth of the evening, but it may as well have been my first.

I still remembered everything.

How IÕd loved her. How sheÕd cheated. How IÕd taken her back. How sheÕd pushed me away. How IÕd pursued her. How IÕd caught her.

The good times. The great times. The bad times. The worst time.

I sat alone in the backyard. The sounds I heard were the sounds of any suburban neighborhood. A car driving slowly down the street. Children playing in the schoolyard. Mosquitoes and hornets buzzing around the roof, searching for blood.

Car sounds. Children sounds. Family sounds. Pet sounds.

Not here. Here was only memory and regret.

I took another sip and reveled in the burning as I tried to swallow the memory of her.

Her laugh. Her smile. The way the sunshine played upon her hair. The way her breath would catch when I touched her, right there.

I remembered how she always seemed incredulous that I could care, after everything. How I was always amazed she always seemed incredulous.

I remembered how we made love. How my cock seemed to fit her pussy so perfectly. We were made for each other.

I remembered how Caroline would look at me as she rode my cock, her inner muscles squeezing me like a hot, wet vice.

I remembered how she would moan my name. ÒOh Brian,Ó as if I was the only man she would ever love.

I stood on shaky legs, and gathered up the bottles of my failed experiment, I shuffled inside, knowing this would not be the last of my evenings like this.

Turning on the lights I saw the time. The baby sitter would be back soon.

I needed another drink.


Part Thirteen - Caroline, No

I was shaving when there was a small knock at the door.

ÒWho is it?Ó

ÒSilly! ItÕs me!Ó

Of course it was. Light of my life, apple of my eye, daddyÕs little girl. She padded into the bathroom, handing me a stack of bills and glossy advertisements.

ÒYou forgot to get the mail yesterday,Ó she accused, thrusting the bundle into my arms and running out.

Not all junk. I recognized the handwriting immediately.

Caroline. After seven years. Seven years of silence. And now this.

I sat on the edge of the tub, shaving forgotten, and read her letter.

ÒBrian,Ó she wrote. ÒIÕm so sorry... I have very little time. Please come visit. Bring our baby.Ó

She wrote of her illness. Why she had left. Why she couldnÕt face me until now.

I wept, for I would have been there for her. Wanted to have been there for her.

She was frail and weak, lying on a hospital bed, her face pale and drawn, but the light in her eyes was the same as always.

ÒBrian.Ó A small smile, tentative after so many years. ÒIÕm so glad you came.Ó

ÒI wanted to... I understand.Ó

ÒIÕm sorry.Ó

I introduced daughter to mother and watched as they said hello and goodbye in one conversation.

Finally I sat on the edge of the bed, holding the hand of the only woman I would ever love.

I was there for her at the end, holding her hand in mine as she slowly slipped away, eaten and ravaged by something too tiny to see, yet too powerful to stop.

We said things left long unsaid. Some happy. Some sad. Some hurtful. All necessary and good.

I sat there as she slipped away to nothing, the light fading in her eyes.

ÒI love you.Ó

ÒOh, Caroline, no.Ó

The End