HALEYS COMET by pettybox

Chapter 1

I met Haley Whitman in the summer of 1996. That was the year my father and I combined our yearly baseball road trip with prospective college visits. I was just going into my senior year and hadn't chosen a college yet. Ohio State, Illinois and Minnesota were high on my lists as well as a few Ivy League schools. My SAT's set me up to get into most anywhere I wanted and  I was in enough scholarship programs to be sure I (we) could afford most anything.

Our baseball road trip that year had taken us to Cleveland and Cincinnati and we were on our way to Chicago for a weekend set of the Cubs and Dodgers the first time I saw her. We were at a turnpike stop to hit the bathroom and grab a quick snack. I was waiting for Dad looking at a mileage map when she sidled up next to me to have a look at the map herself. I was, as of yet, unaware that a 6'1" dark haired (soon to be) man with a baby face and athletic body made the female plumbing leak.

"Tell me Chicago is the next exit. If I spend 5 more minutes in the car I may die from boredom." She said in exasperation.

"It can get pretty monotonous out here. We're headed for Chicago too." I commented without really looking at her.
But when she leaned in front of me to get a look at a mileage number my senses were filled with a scent that, to this day, send a tingle through me from head to toe. Her light brown hair waved in front of me as she made the quick move to be sure she saw the number right and I was smitten. As I looked her up and down from the back I made quick notes to be sure she was jerk off material for tonight's shower.

"I hope you're going for fun. I'm looking at colleges and I'm ready to volunteer to be kidnapped. What a waste of a vacation." She said in a strictly casual non flirting manner.

"I'm doing the same, but my Dad and I are catching Major League Baseball games along the way. We don't look at Illinois until Monday and then it's off to Minnesota, so I've got a lot of riding too. Have fun, ha." I said as I saw my Dad come out of the food line and head towards me and the door.

"We're going to Minnesota too. Maybe I'll see you there." I heard her say as I hurried away unaware she had just flirted with me.

Dad and I sat in the car for a few minutes, splitting an order of chicken nuggets and a Supersize Coke, talking about the upcoming games. Dad put the car in gear and moved it to get near the phones to call my Mom. I sat in the cool car as he gave her the update on how far we had gotten. As I looked around the area I saw the girl from the map kiosk walk out with 2 other siblings and her parents. I once again looked over her nubile little body, noting her round little "tiny hiney" as I made more mental notes for how I was going to take her cherry and make her mine forever in tonight's shower fantasy. She was the last one to get in their car and just before she did she reached behind her and adjusted her panties, reaching up the legs of her shorts and doing a mini squat to get herself more comfortable. That move alone insured her on being my fantasy for the next few weeks exclusively. I was jerking off once or twice a day then, even 4 or more times if I was left home alone. My fantasies knew no bounds by age, color of hair or skin, religion, or monetary class. Round butts with 2 round boobies were all it took to drive me to self abuse.
 
I lost my virginity after my Junior Prom with the senior girl I barely knew who had been my date. She was going to miss her Senior Prom and was then determined to go ANY prom. After saying flirty hello's in the halls from time to time she cornered me once and asked me if I would ask her to my prom. 
While she was no raving beauty, she certainly was no ribbon contender at a dog show either. My previous dating experience consisted of a school dance and a movie double date. Each of those forays into the world of female companionship netted me a few kisses on the lips, a little handholding and masturbation, . . . by my own hand, . . . . home  . . . . alone . . . . numerous times. Yes sir, I was a stud.

On this prom night she picked me up in her car and let me drive to save any further embarrassment to myself after being picked up. I had a junior license allowing me to drive at night with a fully licensed driver. Pam Ledox had the nickname Pam the Box, but she seemed quite nice at the prom as we danced and made small talk most of the evening. She made me feel like an old pro at this dating thing as she led me around making me think I was in charge.

We made an appearance at the "after prom" party, but we had to leave early saying she had early plans for the next day. At the car, with no one around to see, she said she would drive us home. She drove to an apartment complex where she said she would change and leave her gown, which belonged to her sister. She invited me in, but I failed to take the hint and said I would stay in the car. She began to walk away and she came back to the car.

"I don't see my sister's car here. Would you come in with me? I'm a little afraid." Pam said with a half smile on her face.

As we walked in I wondered why a sister of hers who would want a gown to be dropped off at one o'clock in the morning, but I guess I was pretty dense. It turned out it WAS her sisters apartment, but the sister was away and Pam lived there house sitting. She sat me on the sofa and proceeded to take off the layers of the gown in front of my shocked eyes. I tried to act cool as she wordlessly stripped, maybe waiting for me to ravish her in some semi dressed state.

I would love to tell you that I undid my pants and took out my stiff manhood and stroked it as I made carnal promises to her while she got into her birthday suit, but that would be a lie. I was in an apoplectic shock seeing a nude woman for the first time worried that my winkie was still lying still inside my pants.

As she slipped her fingers into her panties and began to tease them down over her ass which was pointed and bent in my face, she finally spoke.

"Since I was 14 and heard my sisters talk I've had a fantasy of going to my Prom with a handsome man and having him screw me silly while lying on my dress behind the school. I can't make it to my senior prom and I skipped MY junior prom to keep my fantasy alive. You are the most handsome eligible junior I knew of and I have a suspicion that you've never done this before. I, on the other hand, have lots of practice with this part of my little fantasy. Stand up and I'll help you undress and give you a night you will tell your friends about for years to come."

Thankfully her little narrative woke my winkie up and as I stood and she came to me to help take off my jacket and unbutton my shirt. True to all of the Penthouse letters I've read, when she got to my pants and let my straining cock out, she put it in her mouth directly and in short order had a mouthful of my spooge, to insure I lasted later on. If I told you she swished it around in her mouth and swallowed and licked her lips, . . . . I would be lying again.  She picked up her panties and spat the load into them, saying "I knew you might shoot fast, but not that fast. I'm not a cum drinker. We'll churn up another load for my pussy later."

Pam walked me through every stage of loving a woman, even getting me to lick on her pussy while she coached my tongue. While there was a stale urine smell at first, it was quickly replaced by an aroma whose memory makes me firm to this day. I licked her pussy with great fervor and later fucked her with abandon for almost 30 minutes before I finally shot my load, fifteen minutes after she told me I could go inside of her because she was on the pill.

I instantly became a love god in my mind and while she cleaned up her sister's apartment in the nude. I came up behind her, my rampant cock at the ready, and did her one more time over the back of the sofa. It only took me 10 minutes this time but my dick felt like I passed shucked peas through it afterwards. My balls were tighter than my asshole and she lay on the sofa holding her pussy telling me how good it felt, although mighty sore.

When she finally got around to driving me home she explained that a lot of senior boys had been with her and most of the guys in my class would doubt my story if I told it, but I could risk being called a bullshitter if I pleased. She wanted to go to prom and get laid like her young virgin fantasies, and she did. She was, Pam the Box.
Once again I would love to tell you the macho thing . . . that this broke my shy innocence around the fairer sex and I became the Junior class stud . . . . but it didn't. If a woman came and threw herself at me, I was the guy for the job. Scoring wasn't the problem, getting to first base was.

So I digress to the fact that my best fantasies were played out, cock in hand, in the shower.
Though I didn't yet know her name, Haley Whitman became my paramour of the week.

On Monday morning after 2 games at Wrigley I found myself in Urbana, Illinois checking out the Illinois campus. A summer school student was taking us from dorm to dorm showing our group of 3 guys a typical dorm and the living style when I looked out the window and saw a co-ed doing the same with 4 other girls, one of which was the little round butt cutie from the Ohio turnpike. I hoped I could catch her eye at some point but she was lost in the myriad of small tours going around the campus. It wasn't until 4 days later at the St Paul Campus at University of Minnesota in front of the Student Center on Buford Avenue that I saw "her" again. I would love to have run up to her and tell her that I had jerked a gallon of jism from my balls thinking of her, but I felt it a bit too forward.

She had a campus map in her hand and looked lost. I swallowed a rising fear in my throat and approached her.

"Hey, Ohio Turnpike rest area last week, remember me?" I asked hopefully.

"Umm, yes, you were looking at colleges while playing baseball?" She said, a bit confused looking up at me while still trying to reference the map.

"Well, not PLAYING baseball we were going to  . . . . " I started before she interrupted me.

"Do you know how to get to Commonwealth Avenue? My family is supposed to meet me there and I think I'm lost." She asked looking a little scared.

She looked at me with her blue eyes, which I hadn't noticed before, and I decided to swallow my fear for the last time and be forward again.

"My name's Rob, Rob Preston. You are?"

"I'm so friggin' lost Bob." She said exasperated.

"Please call me Rob, and you're?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm Haley. Haley Whitman. Do you know where we are on this map?" She asked.

"Let me see, I think so. Can I walk you to Commonwealth Ave.? My Dad is over there too. That's the end of the walking tour. I think there's construction here that doesn't show on the map." I assured her as she took up with me right away.

We both made small talk about different colleges we had been to and I told her I saw her at Illinois, coincidentally.

"So are you stalking me? Well, I guess that would be your family stalking mine." She laughed trying to make light of it all.

"No, I guess we both have the same kind of school in mind. I actually think this is where I want to go. I can get the most money to come here, and if I walk on to the football or hockey teams I can get some help in my second and third years if I continue to make the teams. I really think I can hook on with the hockey team as the third goalie." I told her, not wanting to brag about my junior All-American status.

"Are you feeding me a line? I know there are just 2 goalies in hockey, one at each end." She said innocently.

After a good laugh and a little explaining I think she thought I was a bit more genuine and not feeding her a line. I walked her to Commonwealth and she sighed in relief at seeing her parents van waiting. Walking and talking to her up close I knew she would be my stroke fantasy for months to come. She was very cute and had a neat body in perfect proportion to her small size. Her face, though angelic in so many ways, told you she was 14, or 16 at best. In reality she was a month from her 18th birthday at the time. Her body and womanly charms would easily make you think she was at least 18 or older. She thanked me for the help and began to run to meet her family when she stopped and ran back.

"Do you have an email address, or someway I can get a hold of you and tell you what school I decided on? It would be neat if we ended up in the same place. I . . . uhh, . . I think you're cute and you seem to be a lot more mature than guys I . . . Oh, I feel so stupid. I'm not flirting (she was) I just . . . "She stammered through after starting her question so confidently.

"Yes, I can give you mine, if you give me yours." I said trying to act super studly and sure of myself as I turned crimson from the flattery I know I didn't deserve.

I put the little slip of paper with her email in my wallet, although it was seared into my memory already. It took 30 to 40 seconds for me to start fantasizing about Rob and Haley Preston living on the Minnesota campus together living the good life. If I knew I could keep quiet enough in the stall at the next pee stop, I would surely stroke off to Haley Whitman's image in my head, as well as the fact that she was so deeply in love with me and would do anything I bid.

Haley and I did keep in touch by email throughout our senior years telling each other where we had been accepted and where we were leaning on going.  After receiving a call from the hockey coach at Minnesota inquiring if I would be interested in "walking on" to the team, I was sure of what I wanted. He could basically add an experienced player to his program without using a scholarship, and I was still getting a lot of scholarship money based on academics. I didn't feel I was any better than a third goalie in a Division 1 program, but I certainly felt I could hold my own. Once I decided, I was invited to a "camp" for hockey prospects in early August. The day I accepted the invite I received an email from Haley saying that she had gotten her letter from Minny as well. A foreign student had dropped from the scholarship program to leave a door open for her. If that student hadn't dropped, she would have had to go to Illinois for financial reasons.

We kept in close touch over the summer and I actually felt like I knew her by the time I was ready to pack off to the camp and begin school life. A few days before I left she asked me for my home phone number and said she would call me. Two days later we had a ninety minute phone conversation that ranged from school, to sports, to proms, and even a little about dating and how she felt about having a relationship at school. She said she had dated a little over the summer, but had no serious boyfriend. She made that point at least 3 times in our talk. 
Finally as we began to close she asked said that she had a question, something I hadn't brought up.
"Do YOU have a serious girlfriend that you're leaving behind?" 

Me, lying there with my cock in my hands as talked to her, a guy who had ONE date all summer, said "Well I have a few girls I've seen all summer, but I've tried not to get serious with anyone. I want to be free once I get to Minnesota."

She ate it up with a spoon as I heard her exhale deeply. She really liked me, based on our few minutes together and the confidence I had feigned over the internet. I was such a STUD. I somehow managed to walk from blowing my cookies 3 times in Pam the Box on junior prom night, to the Minnesota campus and have a fine young philly named Haley waiting for me. Of course I was able to forget in my mind that the closest thing I had to sex in between the two was my hand and the gallons of spooge I squeezed out of my nuts by hand. I felt like only a day passed in between Pam and Haley, I was so confident of my love skills.

Chapter 2

By the time Haley arrived on the St Paul campus I had been there for 16 days and knew my way around quite a bit. I certainly knew every stair on the campus as coach had us run up and down each to condition our legs. I must have taken 10,000 shots in practice as the two scholarship goalies were still playing summer tune-up leagues in Canada. There were 2 other walk on goalies, but I was certain that I was the one who would be picked. My confidence with the opposite sex may have been manufactured, but I was sure of my hockey skills, at least versus the competition at hand.

From the moment Haley saw me I was her BMOC. I certainly felt that way around her, at least. Once the stud goalies showed up I knew I could never be the big man on campus so I never acted that part. It only existed in her mind, but that was good enough for me.

I knew she wanted to be my girlfriend and she was very careful not to seem too anxious. Little did she know that I would whimper like a baby and beg at her feet should she ask.

After meeting 3 or 4 times on campus for one thing or the other she asked me if I wanted to go out for a pizza. I accepted and she asked that I pick her up at her dorm. When I went up she invited me in and I saw the pizza box waiting.

"I thought we were going out for a pizza?" I asked.

She looked at me a little funny and then without meeting my eyes squarely she sing-songed her way through an explanation.

"Well, I had to be here for these 5 days before classes to meet with some professors about my scholarship and an adjunct internship here at the school. I've really enjoyed being able to see you and have you show me around now that you've been here before me, but tomorrow my roommate shows up and I have no idea who or what she is going to be like. That being said, tonight is the last night I know I can be alone and private here, and I want to be alone and private with you. I've had a crush on you all summer and when I actually saw you here I knew it was for real. I don't want to chase you away by being too forward, but I can't mask my real feelings anymore."

Inside my libido was doing a triple somersault handstand while I tried to control myself from jumping her bones right there and telling her I feel the same way too. I tried to be cool and take her in my arms for a deep kiss, but my real nervousness took over as I clicked teeth with her and mashed my face clumsily to hers. We both laughed and repositioned our kiss and we necked for 30 minutes, barely stopping or air. We had made our way to the floor when we finally came up for air. I noted the cold pizza and we each grabbed a slice, watching each other nervously as we ate at the tiny dorm table. After 2 pieces each she went to the little refrigerator and took out 2 Rolling Rock and asked if I wanted a beer. She had got it from another girl on the same floor, there early for the same reasons. After her second beer she admitted that she didn't drink much and 2 was her limit. She got up and came to sit on my lap at the table and we necked more. She stood up and took me by the hand and walked to her bed and pulled me down with her.

I wanted her to lead the way like Pam the Box had, but I knew I was on my own. Suddenly I had a brain storm. I broke the kiss and looked her square in the eyes.

"Just how experienced are you? I really like you a lot and I don't want you to wake up in the morning and say I took advantage of you. I don't want it to go any further than you want, especially because of the alcohol. Please know that if I didn't care for you, I wouldn't ask such a personal question." I said as smooth as I knew, trying to be tender.

In reality I wanted to fuck her brains out right now, but fucking her for the rest of the school year, or maybe all four school years would be worth being shot down now.

"I know I'm not as experienced as the girls you're used to, but I'm no virgin either. I'm not drunk and I like you a lot as well. If I didn't trust you to stop if I said "no", I wouldn't be here with you now. Nothing will happen here that I don't want to happen; fair enough?" She said as tender as any words I ever heard.
In the back of my mind the only word I heard was GO, and I pressed myself to her as tight as I could, grinding my hips to hers while I devoured her face and neck.

I was really unsure to where I should go next; after all, Pam just took off her clothes and then stripped me. So, I decided to use the old baseball metaphor and go for first base. I slid a hand up her shirt and held her braless breast in my hand, pinching her nipple as it grew erect in my fingers. She sighed deeply in my ear and pushed my head from her shoulder so she could talk to me face to face.

"Don't play this game with me. I want you. I've looked forward to every email and phone call so I could masturbate afterwards. I fell in love with your words, your voice and now I want to fall in love with you." She said as I plotted stealing second.  "Let's get undressed."
Fortunately for me she was grooving a home run pitch and again I lucked out with a woman again.

I wanted her to think I was some super stud, but I also wanted to take it slow if that was what she wanted. As we undressed I almost shot my load right there when I got a look at her naked sweetness. She was a picture in her shy nudity as she unveiled herself to me. I only hoped that her own experience with guys made me seem as much a prize as she was to me. When she came to me on her toes to reach my lips and press her body to me I could barely draw a breath. I backed her to the bed and lay her down with myself on top of her. I so wanted to just drive into her, but we hadn't even gotten so far as to talk about birth control or anything.

As my hardness pressed against her she looked down like a child sneaking a peak at Christmas.

"You're big, there." She said shyly.

"I don't think so, but I'm glad you do. You're beautiful, so petite but so . . . . I guess I'm lost for the word, but you're fetching."  I said as I kissed her hard again.

"I don't have protection, I didn't . . . . . " I stammered.

"I'm not protected either. My pills ran out when I left and I have to find Planned Parenthood around here. We'll have to make do and be careful." She said.

"I can't be inside you, even for a second, as much as I'd like to, another time for that, OK?" I said to her trying not to seem too disappointed as I lowered my head to her gorgeous perfect cupcake breasts sucking her sweet nipples.

She squirmed under me and I knew she was very sensitive there. I mauled and chewed her nipples and breast flesh until I thought I would show her how I learned to really pleasure a woman. I hunked up on my hands and began to kiss down her belly. Her pubic hair was trimmed to a perfect triangle and her lips were shaved. As I passed her belly button she touched the back of my head and I stopped.

"Are you sure?" She asked me. "This is new . . . "

"It's all ok," I whispered like a big brother to his little sister.

She jumped like I was hitting her with electro shocks at first as I tasted her while she tried to shy herself away from me, but once I began to massage her clit with my tongue she relaxed back and began to quiver in pre orgasmic jolts.

She began to breathe funny and make noises like I had never heard in all my one time of doing this. She came hard with a squeal and pulled her knees up as if to push herself against me harder, but soon she was trying to pull away like she was too sensitive. I felt like I just started and forced my head into her crotch, but she bounced from under me and was half way on the floor. I was no where near through with licking her sweet pussy and turned to the floor, hanging off the bed seeking her little lips between her legs while her ass sat on the floor. My tactical turn left my crotch close to her face and she suddenly reached out and took me in both of her hands. She played with me like she had never really done it before and it made me REAL happy. Hanging off the bed at my waist to keep my head in her pussy turned me even closer to her face. I wasn't going to ask her to stop playing with me, nor was I going to ask her to put it in her mouth. I was out of proper things to say at the time.

Without her flailing under me, it seemed her orgasm had stopped and I looked down to see her holding my cock in front of her mouth.

"Is this what you want? I'm not . . . . Ohhhh Godddd. I would NEVER do this, but somehow I want to." She said nervously.

"Make it your decision." I said, sort of stupidly as I went for her clit again, hoping to encourage her.

I licked her slit long ways up to her clit and swiped at it again when I felt the warmth of her mouth cover me. But as quickly as I felt that warm relief it went away and she rolled away from me on the floor between the beds.

"HALEY! What's the matter?" I hollered not sure what I did.

She was in an almost fetal ball with tears coming down her cheeks.

"It's not you, it's me. No, I'm not a virgin, but I've just been with one guy, and that was one time. I wanted you to like me and think I'd been around a bit. I know you can do better." She wailed.

I knelt over her and touched her cheek.
"Haley, it's not competition. I want to be with you. I'm no stud like you think. I've only been with one woman, and that was just one night. But, I did almost everything. She was the instructor in HER fantasy. I wasn't trying to force you to do anything, really." I pleaded with her.

Haley was crying hard now but I finally calmed her down.

"You really got me good, you know. I've never had an orgasm like that. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. That was why I thought I HAD to do  . . . . that."

"We said before that you didn't HAVE to do anything. Come here and sit on the bed with me." I said, hoping to comfort her.

She came up and sat on the bed and we kissed, and then necked. Then she broke our wet kiss.

"I wanted all of that to happen, it was just too fast. The thought of putting my mouth on you made me nervous, but I wanted it. Then I got a glimpse in the mirror and I freaked. When I said I HAD to do that, I meant for me. I know you weren't forcing me. I've only been with one guy, but I have toys, I've practiced and . . . . this is embarrassing." Haley said, looking away from me.

"Haley honey, don't worry about anything. We can start over. I want to be with you. There is no one else. Sex can wait if you're nervous." I consoled her.

"NO! I don't want to wait for sex. I've fantasized and done myself so many times thinking about you, knowing your voice and words, but not quite sure of how I remembered your face. I'm sorry about my pills, but home I didn't get the chance to get a refill and my Mom was around . . . . you know. Can you go . . . out to get a condom?" She asked hopefully.

"I can, but, . . . . is that what you really want?"

"YES, it really is."

"Oh God, I have to take care of this, though." I said as I put my hand around my rampant cock. "I'll fill a condom with I've got ready."

She looked at me with a quizzed look.

"I've made a lot of stuff anticipating . . . . us."

"Do you want me to help you? Will you able to make it work again?"

I stood up in front of her and began to stroke myself.

"Squirt it on me. I've done that." She said in a nervous whisper.

I faced her and stroked my cock looking down at her sweet face and the pretty titties I was going to shoot onto.

"Do you want my mouth? You know . . . . .  a little. I don't want any squirt in it."

I didn't answer her as I felt my orgasm rising. She leaned forward and kissed the tip a few times and put her tongue on it. She wasn't afraid, for sure. She put her lips around the head and began to close on to it when I pulled back and shot 4 long squirts to her chest, I kept stroking until my ooze subsided and then I fell back onto the other bed.

As she cleaned herself up, I was dressing to go out to get condoms.


Chapter 3

This was perhaps the most convoluted affair I will EVER have; I remember thinking at the time. I had the subject of my entire summer dream cycle strip for me and offer herself to me and even put the head of my cock in her mouth twice before shooting a huge messy load all over her chest. Now I was out, freshly spent, to buy condoms to go back and recreate a mood where I might actually get laid.

In reality, I fully expected that when I got back she would have came to her senses and decided that sex was not the best for us at the time.

The corner dug store I found open, without having to drive somewhere, had only a package of 10 condoms, so I optimistically bought them. 

When I got back to her dorm I was surprised to find her still nude, wrapped in the sheets of her bed.

"You probably don't think too much of me at this point, except that I'm desperate." She said as I let myself in.

"I don't think any such thing. We're two horny 18 year olds who happen to care for each other. You thought I was some big stud and I'm just as scared as you. Now move over." I said as I stripped out of my clothes and slid in beside her warm body.


"You knew what you were doing a little while ago, oh my God!!" She said with a blushing smile.

"That was something I learned to like right away. Now why do you think you're going to like doing this, based on one guy?" I asked her making sure it was what she wanted.

"Maybe one guy, but I've used this a hundred times." She said as she brought her little massage vibrator out from under the covers.

"I bought it at Spencer Gifts after I started having fantasies about you. I was scared, my one time with a real one, but I'm sure with you will be great." She said as she leaned up and kissed me.

"No matter what ever happens with us, this will be the weirdest first date story ever told." I said as I laughed and then kissed her deeply. "I've had so many sexy dreams about you." I whispered to her as I turned her off of my side and I knelt between her legs and produced one of the condoms I had bought.

"Wait! Can we do something else first? While you had your mouth on me before I wanted to put you in MY mouth and I never got to, so far, twice now. Can you wash it and let me try it?" She asked as I couldn't believe my ears.

I looked at her real weird like to try and convey how bizarre this was getting.

"My friend tells me all guys like their cock sucked and not many are good at eating, umm . . . . . .pussy. You gave me the biggest O ever and I want to say I tried to make you that happy too." She said shyly.

"What if I come in your mouth?" I asked hoping to change her mind.

"Please don't do that. Just let me feel you there." She said as I got up and went to the sink in the bathroom. I used a washcloth and rinsed and wiped my abused cock.

When I came back into the room she was kneeling on the bed as if taking a place in a porno movie scene. I felt like she was setting the stage for a dream sequence. I stood in front of her and she bent and took me in her hand and looked me over very closely. She kissed it several times along the shaft and then looked at me for reaction. She put a finger in her mouth and took some spittle and rubbed it on the head. She repeated that again, and again, each time getting her mouth closer to the head. Then instead of using her finger to transfer spit, she just snaked out her tongue. She licked it several times and then for the third time tonight closed her mouth over me. She sucked, just the head, in and out of her mouth like it was a melting ball of ice cream. Then she looked up at me and smiled with the tip of my cock at her curled lips. I put my hand on her head and moved towards her and she opened her mouth to accommodate me. I just slid the head plus and inch or two at best in and out of her mouth before removing my hand.

"You like that? Like you're fucking me?" She asked innocently.

All I could do was moan. She continued this for a few minutes and I saw her sneak a peak or two at the mirror to see how she was doing, I guess. Suddenly she abruptly pulled her head away.

"It tastes, it TASTES! You're not coming are you?" She said in mild panic.

"No, that's pre-come, probably. I can't control that. I wouldn't do it in your mouth!" I insisted. "You asked me not too."

She fell back on the bed and looked at me. I was already kneeling onto the mattress between her legs. This strangest of all "first times" was about to come to a head, pardon the pun.

Using my teeth I opened the condom and pinched the reservoir as I fit the ring over the head. I rolled it back like I had done this a hundred times. I was my first. My porn movie lessons paid off, haha.

I fell forward over her and looked down at the scared little beauty under me.

"Do you know that since that day on the Ohio Turnpike you were my fantasy, your little body etched in my brain?" I said looking at her pretty face with the tentative eyes.

"I didn't think of you that way until after that day when you helped me find my way. When we started writing, I started having fantasies. I lost my virginity just before that trip. I feel like I'm losing it again now, except it won't be so awkward." She said just before I settled almost onto her as I kissed her forehead and then her mouth. 

She brought her hands to my face and held it tightly as her tongue snaked into my mouth and we kissed hard. My cock found her little lips and I nudged, right on target. Her tongue seemed to freeze as I entered her and sunk to the hilt in her.

She peeled her lips from me and turned her head to the side, whispering, "God you're huge!"

As much as I would like to put myself in that class, I am far from huge. Six or seven inches fully hard at best, but her reaction made me feel like the stud of the year.

Finally I could close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of screwing the little morsel that preoccupied my fantasy mind for the 14 months. It was at this point I realized that I really held deep feelings for her. Her inquisitive, almost Lolita-like quality of innocence had made the ordeal like a sex lesson, but now feelings washed over me.

As if reading my mind she sighed as a spasm swept her leaving her face flushed as she spoke, "Rob, you're making love to me aren't you? It's really you and it's really me. I think I really do love you. It's not just sexual infatuation."

Her last word choked a bit in her throat as she bore down on an orgasm. After reading so much about girls who faked orgasm, or who claimed they didn't need them for total satisfaction, I was ecstatic to know she was able to open up to unfettered pleasure. As that thought passed through my mind her hands gripped my arms at my bicep and squeezed hard. Her face contorted and her eyes rolled back in their socket for a moment before she swooned loud and long.

"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROBBBBBBBBBBB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!" She wailed as she came like apparently she had never before.

My steady stroking in her tight pussy began to have the same effect on me. Glad I had spooged earlier, I lasted a lot longer than I thought I ever would, but her ecstasy was pushing me over.

I shortened my stroke and quickened the pace, driving her further into orgasm and pushing me to the edge. 

''Here I COMMMMMMME HALEY!!" I wailed as my balls dumped their prize into the condom. 
I hadn't figured I would shoot a lot, but it felt like heaven had sent me a long copious orgasm as I flexed my prostate and pushed my pleasure button. I let the weight off my elbows and fell to her body, kissing and sucking at her neck. She slid her arms around me as I began to shrink out of her. I made an effort to get out altogether so as not to leak into her. I was new to the condom business and I wanted to be careful.

"We DID it!" She whispered in my ear. "We let our dirty little minds just take over and do the things we wished we could do all summer. I can't tell you that I love you Rob, it's way too soon, but I lust you dearly."

I lifted a bit and smiled at her and kissed her.

"I think we saved each other a lot of angst and questions by jumping ahead to this. I lust you too, but I hope I can love you someday too." I said wanting to know how I felt.

Later that evening we went one more time and I fell asleep in her bed with her. I woke up at 6:00 a.m. and dressed, jogging back to my dorm to get ready for hockey practice. When I got to Haley's dorm later she now had a roommate making me very glad that Haley had thrown caution to the wind and assured us of alone time to sow the wild oats of our summer fantasies.

Her roommates name was Gail. Gail Kimmee Hunt was almost 6 foot tall and dressed in the most unflattering clothes you could imagine. I guess she would be considered "goth" to a large extent, always dressed in dark clothes, pale skin and dark lipstick. Later on Haley would say that Gail left little to like or dislike as a roommate. Besides her dedication to class, she rarely had reason to leave the dorm. She didn't seem to have an interest in men, or women for that matter. To Haley, and the few of us who had reason to spend time at the dorm, she was a great ear to hear your problems, and also very philosophical in her solutions she might want to add. She neither smoked (pot or otherwise) nor drank, at least in any of our presence. From time to time when we would come home from a weekend away she would complain of a hangover and we surmised she drank alone from time to time. We attempted, over and over again, to get Gail to join us out for a bite or a drink. Even the few times she did come she seemed to lag back from the crowd. It was like she existed 10 steps behind us. Her obvious lack of energy and speed earned her the nickname, amongst us, as Haley's Comet. We even got to the point where we called her that to her face, and as with anything else, she showed no emotion.
Haley summed up Gail existence with one accurate line, "I know not if she is happy or sad, contented or wanting, worrisome or carefree."

The only emotion she ever showed to me was the day we graduated. I came to the dorm to pick up Haley and as we left Gail stopped me and gave me the tightest hug I may ever have had and then kissed me on the lips.

I would love to report to you that Haley and I lived happily ever after, but 4 months after graduation we quietly parted ways. She got a job as an environment journalist and became fairly well known as an activist for the Green cause on the West coast. I went to work for AmeriFuel-AmeriGas, a geological and petroleum firm, and spent as much time as I could as a coach for candidates for the US Olympic Hockey team. To say we grew apart would be an understatement. As soon as we stopped having sex together, due to lack of proximity, we found that we were bored with every other part of each others lives. After four years of school where we spent 2 of the summers and every Christmas together, we had burnt the flame until the fuel was gone. Once we were forced apart by our careers, I discovered how little I missed her, and she me. With no fight or abrupt ultimatum laden conditional breakup, we just stopped communicating. Wedding plans that needed little more than a date filled in and a venue, withered and died on the vine.

We once figured we had sex 1500 times and ingested gallons of each others sex juices over our time together. Our sex life was wide and varied and never in need of a freshening. The time we were together was the best time of our lives, but our relationship had no character, no soul. That's the only way I can put it. I've often wondered how I would react if she walked into my life again right now. I yearn to see her as a friend, someone I once knew who shared so much happiness with me. But, do I lie in bed at night and yearn for her touch and the release she always provided me? No, not really. I will always love her and the time we spent together. We were a bottle of fine wine that we drank, savored and nurtured. When that bottle was empty, there simply was no more.

Chapter 4

The summer of 2004 was supposed to be a free ride for me. I was planning on a spending 3 months on hiatus from my job to work with the Olympic hockey team. The firm I work for never had too much problem with my absences as they used them for publicity to show the company giving something back and a well rounded employee base. 
That was before hurricane season of 2004.

I happened to be in Florida when Charlie came through. As it bore down on the state I was in the right place at the right time, as far as the company was concerned. I was there to insure customer reserves were protected from the storm, keeping their investment, our customer, and the general public safe from what ravages the storm could deal to volatile fuels.

Once preparation was finished, and I got my hockey charges evacuated to other USOC facilities, I hunkered down for the storm. Once it passed through I handled any crisis that may have arisen, and luckily there were none. But there was a relief effort, and me with my company logo prominently displayed on my chest, back and van, made myself very visible to all the media.

A home I had rented near Estero was well protected against storms of this type and had its own power source should the grid go down. After I helped people into shelters, I was back to my "base" to safely hunker down by myself.
After the storm went through I was making my rounds when a local fire company asked if I had any extra equipment to read the presence of carbon dioxide or petroleum gas emissions. They needed all they could get as they sifted some of the rubble in a possible rescue effort. I was only glad to help and assist them, adding a team of would be rescuers.

In one of the strangest morning of my life we were called to a small apartment complex to assist. Dogs were indicating that there was something inside the 6 unit building that had been crushed by the storm. I don't imagine the crackerbox construction would have sustained much of any direct hit by the smallest of storms.

A small Payloader had been rigged with a winch to pull larger pieces of debris off the remains of the building and I quickly moved in as close as I could to get air samples to insure safety, all the while calling out for any signs of life.

As soon as the large piece of roof and wall came off we heard cries for help.
I became excited and began yelling back instructions to be still and wait to be sure they could be safely extricated. There was what were apparently a woman and an older man. They assured us that they were fine, but hungry and hot. They emptied a bathroom closet and waited out the brunt of the winds when the walls came crashing in. The boxy closet was framed quite well with an inside simple frame to hold shelves. They had taken each of the lower shelves out and the top one remaining was just enough girding to keep the small space together. That piece of the framework tipped just enough to prevent them from breaking the door open or busting through the walls. Although I wasn't really a rescuer per se, I felt compelled to help as much as I could. When I got in close and tried to calm the trapped pair the smell was beyond imagination. They had been in the "box" for near 20 hours now in blistering heat and, of course, no place to relieve themself besides there.

As I tried to portray a calm front to the victims I got as close as I could so I wouldn't shout or alarm them. The ambulances were coming into position with EMT's at the ready when the voice inside that tomb asked, "Rob? Rob is that you?".

I was sort of stunned to hear my name and shrugged it off to hearing the voice wrong.
Then as the little space was pried open the face inside was that of Gail, Haley's odd roommate from Minnesota.

"ROB, it IS you! You're my angel of rescue! Thank you, thank you so much!!" She said as I moved back to let medical personnel go in and do their thing. 

I nodded a quick hello and said I had to move on and would catch up with her later. The team that had "recruited" me was moving onto to other areas looking for more trapped victims and they needed my help.

I hadn't been prepared for smell and human reality of the situation with trapped people, that their bodies still functioned and that trying to "hold it" wasted needed body strength, especially not knowing if you might ever be found. Gail was a haggard mess, the little I saw her, but she was still dressed in black frumpy clothes with long black hair, about as messy as I remember it being on "good" days.

As we began hearing stories of the next storm coming towards us that afternoon I remembered to stop at the local triage to see if Gail was admitted and how she was doing.

I found that after being checked out they got her a shower and lent her some scrubs so she could wash her clothes. Many people were roaming Florida with just the clothes on their back. Even washing in rainwater had to make her clothes smell better than they did when I first opened her "tomb". She had been sent on her way, obviously excused from her "job" of taking care of senior citizens with their daily needs at their homes. Why someone with her education was doing that was beyond me. She was a top notch commercial artist and accomplished draftsperson, specializing in CAD design and geological CAD. She was big into volunteering in college, so I figured she must still be.

Leaving the hospital I made my way the 60 miles back to my little paradise near Estero where I did have power and light, as well as cell communication. On top of all of that, I had a well stocked fridge. I was only short of lots of fresh water with just two 5 gallon jugs, but had enough filtered rainwater to shower and wash if need be.

As I drove up the road there was a constant stream of people walking to shelters and safe houses looking for a meal and a place to sleep safely before they got back to work rebuilding or putting their homes back together. I was picking up any families with children and delivering them to where they were going while I made my way inland. Once I got so far on my trek I stopped seeing families with children and had no compunction to stop so I could just get home, I was exhausted.

Just before my turn off of major roads I saw a dark figure walking and I knew it had to be Gail. I stopped and opened the door.

"Where are you going, Gail? Let me give you a lift." I shouted as she came up and plopped herself in my front seat.

"I'm not goin' anywhere; I'm just getting' away." She said without looking at me.

"I was surprised to hear your voice this morning. I'd know it anywhere, I heard it so much in the dark when you would stay with Haley. I had a big crush on you and your voice then. I heard you and Haley split." She said in a sad monotone.

"Yes, it never worked out, but there were no hard feelings, we both had careers in front of us. How about you? When do you have to get back to work?" I asked.

"That old guy was my work. The state's gonna take care of him now, so I have no place to eat or sleep. I was going to walk and hitch to Alabama or Georgia." She said in a pitiful drone.

"Come and stay at my place tonight, get a hot meal and a cool place to sleep. I've got a generator. Then I'll drive you a piece in the morning." I told her.

She looked up at me with the saddest eyes and said "OK, that would be nice of you."

Once we got to my digs I decided I wasn't going to let her off that easy. She was wasting her life away with her death look, whether it was Goth or whatever.

I went upstairs and showered up and came downstairs with a fresh t-shirt and sweatshorts for her.

"Here, shower and change into these and cool off. We'll have a couple beers and talk."  I said as I handed her the simple outfit.

"No, you know this what I wear. I'm fine."

"NO! YOU'RE NOT FINE. Cut the fucking Morticia Addams bit and get cooled off! BE FUCKING HUMAN. You're not 18 anymore. How do you keep a job like this?"

Gail got up and headed towards the door. "Rob it's cool you still want to change the world, but don't change mine. My world is sad and I have no reason to be happy about anything. Fuck you and goodbye." 

"You DON'T work, do you?"  I shouted as I ran to head her off.

"You've played this POOR ME role ever since you left school haven't you? Good CHRIST Gail, why don't you wake up? After seeing all the hardship in this state today and to still see the smile on peoples faces knowing they have each other, do you have to be so glum about everything?" I said, mad that she couldn't enjoy a night most of the people down there would have given me an arm or leg for; I had food and drink and a private room for her.

"You never got it Rob, did you? My Mom and Sister were killed in a plane crash coming to my High School graduation. Any joy I had in the world went away that day. The aunt I lived with wanted me out as soon as I graduated and she cut me no slack despite my grief, she hated me. I decided that I would stand as a sign of the lack of real joy in the world. There is so much hunger and heartache. I used every nickel they gave me to go to school, the scholarships and the like, but I couldn't get a job after school because of how I looked. It's total fucking discrimination. Well, I'M NOT HAPPY and no one can make me be that way."  She said as she walked out my door.

I went to the door to get my last word in.

"We make our own joy Gail. Do you mean to tell me that you can't sit down and think of stories and things you did with your Mom and sister that don't make you smile? No one looks at you and reflects on the sadness in the world, THEY LOOK AT YOU AND SEE THE WIERDNESS IN THE WORLD AND WONDER IF YOU CAN BE SAVED!!"

I sensed that for the first time she might be open to hearing the truth and doing something for herself to change. She never acted this defensive before when people tried to confront her. Maybe the time in her tomb with the old man, the sweat and excrement made her finally ask "What am I doing here?" to herself. I slipped on a pair of beach thongs and went to my driveway and got into the golf cart I used on large projects and went down the road after her.

I quickly caught up to her and cut her off.

"Gail, don't be a fool! You've probably shut out everyone in the world who ever cared for you. You can run from me, but you can't run from yourself. I still remember the hug you gave me the last day you saw me. It was fear and affection, and that meant you still had love in your heart for yourself and others. I want to help you godammit. I can probably get you a job in your field, but no one is going to hire you looking like you do. If you want a chance to turn your life around, become someone you can be proud of, your Mom and sister can look down and be proud of, you'll come back to my house tonight. I'm not looking for anything out of this but to save a human being I once thought of as a friend from destroying herself in unwarranted self-pity. Twenty people down here are dead from this storm and each of their families will find a reason to smile again and build everything they lost because the have the human spirit to survive. You have so much more than they do and might be walking away from the last chance you might ever get."

I finished my spiel to her and turned around on the small access road and drove back to my home. I put the cart back onto the trailer I used to pull it to job sites and re-covered it to protect it from the weather. I already knew I would need another shower, it was so humid. I hoped I had enough filtered rainwater in the tank for now. During the storm the gutter spouts filled 3 fifty gallon barrels that I had filtered into smaller containers to put in my tanks. I wasn't sure where I stood and how soon the muni water would be back. I had a fourth barrel to process but I was going to have to take it a bucket at a time as its bottom had sunk in mud, making it impossible to extract. I needed about 5 gallons for a quick hard shower.

One more time, fresh from the shower, I circled down the wooden stairs in the center of my personal lofted castle. AmeriFuel - AmeriGas allowed me quite enough to set myself up whenever I was going to be in one place for more than 30 days or so. This particular place belonged to a retiree from the company who wintered here. It was off the beaten path, pretty well protected with loud alarms when the electronic ones didn't work. If a looter tried to get in, he might be scared away pretty easily. Once the place was armed at night I felt safe. The alarms tied into a local alarm company, and if power was down it dialed local police as well as sounding LOUD warnings in case the phones were out. With a certain normalcy returning to the area incidents of looting were getting fewer and fewer.

I grabbed a beer from the fridge and started the gas grill and took out a couple frozen burgers and package of frozen beans. It wasn't a gourmet meal, but it would hit the spot.
 I ate and downed a few more beers while using the phone to talk to a few of my hockey charges. My assistant had arranged ice time in Upstate New York for the next 30 days. I wasn't sure if I could make work there or not, but promised to fly in for at least a long weekend or more. I wasn't bringing them back to the training facility in Florida until after hurricane season, and I wondered if that would ever end. Once I made a secure check of the house I was out for the night quickly.


Chapter 5

My alarm for six o'clock seemed to sound moments after my head hit the pillow, despite it was 7 hours later. After brewing coffee I went to the front door to open it and get a breath of what I hoped would be cool morning air. There, to my shock, I found Gail sprawled in the doorway asleep. Actually I hadn't seen her face yet, but who else would be wearing a huge black baggy sweatshirt and oversized black sweatpants and black men's shoes and be on my porch. Somewhere she had found black lipstick and sloppily put it on and her eyes ran black eye make-up. I suspect she kept the make-up in her pockets, which probably doubled as her purse, and I also think she must have gotten drunk, somehow, overnight.

I toyed with the idea of just leaving her there and calling the police, I was so sick of her act, but the good person in me reached out for her.

"Gail, Gail, GAIL!" I shouted through the screen, startling her.

She woke and pulled herself up to a sitting position without making eye contact.

"So I made a fool out of myself for the past 6 or 7 years. So I lived like a homeless person for a couple years. You think when you found me yesterday it was the first time I pissed or shit myself? Nobody ever fucking asked me the why of the way I looked since my freshman year in college. I realized last night that was because no one cared, they didn't pity me, they thought I was nuts. You woke me up last night Rob. I sat in a culvert up the road for a couple hours reliving some of the great times I had with my Mom and Sis. I started laughing. I laughed a lot and caught myself with a smile I couldn't wipe off. I only had about 4 bucks but I managed to find a 7-11 with a generator about 2 miles up the main road and I bought some Colt 45 and walked in the dark talking and laughing with Mom and Sis. Don't ask me why, but last night after you ripped me a new asshole, I saw things from your point of view for the first time. Why I locked myself in this façade for all this time I don't know. I guess I thought I should make the rest of the world miserable." Gail said as her words got more and more emotional. She was on the verge of crying when she finished.

"I want you to help me like you said you would. I want to be fucking normal. I swore when I woke up this morning I would be Gail who woke up that morning back in '97 waiting for Mom and Sis to arrive. My Aunt Midge was a bitch who hated me. She couldn't wait for me to graduate and go back home with my Mom, and I couldn't wait to leave either. I wasn't a very good girl in high school. I fucked around a lot and partied a lot to be sure I got out of the house. Auntie Midge called me a whore and a tramp, but I didn't give a shit. My marks were great, I was getting a scholarship and I was having fun and I wasn't at her house when I was out. That morning I was as happy as I ever was and then my world crashed. What I did after that, . . . THIS!", she said gesticulating up and down at her "look", "THIS was supposed to show the world and God that I was unhappy with everything. It never occurred to me that no one would care. Save me Robbie, help me get my life back."

I didn't know what to say. I don't which of the words I said to her made her stop and look in life's mirror to see what she had done to herself. I suspect being trapped and thinking of her mortality was the impetus. I'm sure seeing me and reminding her of when she at least had some sort of life structure at college probably helped as well. Spiritually though, I think her Mom and Sis made a visit to show her the open door. Her outlook now was a true genesis that couldn't be traced to one source.

I opened the door and helped her up. She told me she was nursing a little hangover wanted coffee and aspirin. I sat her at the breakfast bar and gave her what she wanted, all the while talking to her to be sure she wasn't on any drug or hallucinogenic that would change her attitude back to its former later on. The fact she smiled more in the last 10 minutes than I ever saw at school told me she was real, the change was real.

"I'm going to go upstairs and dig out some clothes for you. If I was at my own house I could help you more. My hockey players left some stuff behind, plus the guy who I rent this from has grandchildren and I've seen some odd stuff here and there." I told her as she nodded and thanked me.

Then as I started up the steps she called out to me.

"Rob, you know I'm not going to be a needy puppy that you have to look after. I'll contribute and be a part until I can be on my own. I'm not begging."

"You know Gail, this isn't going to be easy for you, and I'll help you in every way. I won't let you beg. You'll work at this, or your ass is out. Fair enough?" I told her, giving her somewhat of an ultimatum.

Upstairs I found a few things that would make her look at least a bit feminine. I even found a choice of underwear, either from this guys wife or daughters. Some looked real tiny, some real big, but I was no panty expert. I usually handled them in the dark so . . . . 

I went up through the roof hatch and pumped 10 full gallons of filtered rain water into the bathroom tanks. Enough to give her a long shower and a toilet flush. I didn't usually flush every time to conserve, but someone else, I couldn't handle that.

I went back down and explained that the best the shower would get was "real warm" with the system we had to use until we had running water into a hot water tank. This system took the chill off the water and that's about it. Before she went upstairs I made her promise one thing, to throw her clothes outside the bathroom door and let me burn them. She looked at me tentatively, but somehow trusting, then she smiled. "OK."

I realized how little I had seen her smile in the time I knew her when I saw her agree to let me burn her clothes. I thought right away it was important for those clothes to be GONE. I realized the commitment I had made to her, to help her and to get her work.
AmeriFuel - AmeriGas was always looking for CAD artists, especially those with a geological background. I only hoped she was as talented as her credential led me to believe.

I heard the water go on upstairs and I went up about 5 stairs to see the pile of clothes in front of the door. I went the rest of the way up and picked them up, surprised at how heavy they were. Even though they were washed yesterday at the hospital, they were still a bit pungent as they had to be in such warm weather. It was obvious the baggy front pockets of the pants had things in them so I checked to be sure here wasn't a wallet or pocketbook.

Gail's possessions were an SSI card, a welfare card, a State of Minnesota proof of age, ID only, drivers license, a black eyebrow pencil, a small pot-like container of black cream (rouge?) and a bottle of black liquid shoe polish (which I later learned she used to make her hair black). This was all she had unless she had a place where she crashed occasionally or stowed things. I kept the ID cards and went to the brick fire pit in the backyard and doused the clothes with gas and torched them. Dour Gail was dead in theory.

Once back inside I sat to finish my coffee and called my office near Atlanta. My connection there, Iggy, had asked me many times about CAD programmers and I asked if he would do me a favor and take a friend of mine in on speculation only. Just see if she would be of any help, sort of like a temp. If they liked her, they could hire her. I only asked she get a fair chance. As a favor he would take her without interview on my word. I had to be in that office within the week and I would deliver her.

Getting Gail an opportunity was much easier than I thought and already I feared I had bitten off too much. I guess I was looking for a miracle, I was so anxious to save her. With the second thoughts swirling I heard her call out for me.

"Rob, can you get me something instead of shorts? I haven't shaved my legs in . . . . well, lets just say a long time. I look like an animal." She cried out with probably the first worry of how she looked in years.

"Do you want me to get you a razor? I have shave cream or lotion if you want it."

"No, please Rob. One step at a time."

"Well, I don't have any pants except mine. You couldn't offend me with hairy legs Gail, at least anymore than with the way you smelled or looked before. Come down so we can talk." I hollered back up.

I heard her begin to come down the stairs, but rather than turn and look her over, I decided not to make her feel like a freak. About half way down the steps I heard her start to cry.

"Gail, everything will be OK. You're doing the right thing here. If you weren't ashamed of how you looked before, you have nothing to worry about now. You know there's a real person inside you and we just need to put you together." I said still looking away waiting for her to walk into my view.

I heard her get into the stool behind me and sniff away a few tears before she tapped me on the shoulder. I spun around and saw a lot prettier face than I had expected with almost strawberry blond hair, combed back wet. She had heavy peach fuzz around her neck as I scanned her body down over her baggy t-shirt and shorts to her hairy legs. She looked to be fairly trim with a small beer type belly, which may even have resulted from going hungry too often. When I got back up to her face she smiled at me and I saw a face of Gail I had never seen before. She lit up brightly.

"I feel like a person again. I was so deeply committed to that dark and sad look that I forgot what it felt like to be a woman again. I felt sexless, but already I feel . . . . . I don't know . . . umm . . . vain? Is that the word I want?" She said with a certain air of confidence.

"Could it be a little self pride taking the place of self pity?" I asked. "You look like you might be a pretty woman waiting to be polished and shined." 

She blushed and began to say something, then shook her head.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Nothing." She said blushing again.

"Well, I talked to my office in Atlanta and you can go there with me later this week and sit in the CAD drafting and art department and re-familiarize yourself with things. If you feel so inclined you can help with a few things and maybe prove yourself to work there. I remember proofing your transcripts and you are probably qualified for what they need, but can you still do it? Have you had problems with alcohol or drugs?" I wondered.

"No. I never did any drugs and I only drank when I had to drown myself in pity and had a few bucks on me. Last night was the first time I drank alcohol in a long time; maybe a year or more. I don't think I got stupid since I graduated. Rob, I've kept myself from ANY fun or good times all during my black period. What I was going to say before, and don't misunderstand my saying this but, I haven't had sex since the night before I heard about Mom and Sis. Twice since then I gave into urges and masturbated, but that part of my life just went away when I went into black. While I was showering and dressing upstairs I actually felt like . . . . you know, like I wanted that again." Gail said with a cool smile on her face.

"Gail, don't get me wrong. I'm not doing this to get involved like that, I'm just . .  . . "

"Oh Rob, I know! You just seemed interested how I felt. I know I'm not beholding to having to "repay" you and I'm sure I don't exactly look desirable. My pubic hair is grown almost up to my navel in front and up my ass in the back."

"Gail! That's more information than I really need." I told her as I shied away from the conversation.

Right away I thought of a woman, Rita, I knew and dated occasionally in Bonita Springs, not too far from my place. Rita ran a day and overnight spa where a woman could go for a total pampering and make-over. She had told me once that a lot of women went there to be shaved and or waxed for bikini or modeling sessions. She even did porn stars to make sure they had bumpless shaves to give a smooth look, down there, for the camera. I didn't know what Gail wanted to do, but I knew Rita could help her.

When my phone rang from work I excused myself and took the call, but used the time to call Rita when I finished up. She agreed to do it as an emergency for a friend, where she could bill me later. She just had to let Gail think it was gratis. I felt guilty that I hadn't done this 6 years earlier when she started the self pity act. We were tolerant to let people "do their thing" and "be themselves" even though it was ruining her life and making an idiot out of her.

When I came back to the room Gail was looking at her reflection in the side of the toaster.

"Like what you see?" I asked.

"Oh, I've always thought I was pretty OK looking, I just went out of my way to look like a freak. You know the times I did shower or bathe I always resisted looking at myself before I freaked myself up again. I used to spend hours in front of the mirror primping myself for my boyfriends, or for someone I might want to flirt with. I wasn't a very good girl then, kind of slutty, but I never looked that way. I would have fixed myself up for you, you know. I had such a crush on you when you were going with Haley. I was so jealous of her and her relationship with you. Depriving myself of that chance to steal you away helped me be strong to resist other pleasures. I was intent on just being sad and unhappy. But Rob, that's not why I'm here, because I have a crush or anything. You were just the first one in a long time to hit me between the eyes and try to show me the wrong paths I've taken. Coming from you it sort of woke me up because I've known for a long time that I either had to change or kill myself, and those thoughts disturbed me because I knew I could do it."

"Before you said while you were showering you began to feel a little like a woman again. I took the liberty of calling a friend of mine who runs a day spa where a woman can go and get pampered. She also takes in actresses for makeovers to movies and like that. She would take you as a client just for the experience of having someone so far . . . ."

"Gone? Is that what you want to say? Don't think you embarrass me Rob. I KNOW I'm a fucking mess, but the change in me is that I WANT to get back to the world." She said showing a spunk I had not seen in her before.

I took her to Rita's spa that day before I went to the coast disaster sites to see what help I could provide. The fact I was really doing something in the rescue and recovery effort made up for the fact I was driving a well signed company vehicle and had our logo on the back of my shirt. The company wanted the good will exposure, I liked helping. It was part of the same soft spot I held for Gail. I guess I felt like I was saving a soul, of sorts.

Late in the day I got a call on my cell from Rita who wanted to ask if she could keep Gail overnight.

"Rob, everything she needs to have done to makeover herself takes time. I have openings for an overnight client, and to tell you the truth, she is a challenge. I'm bringing her to a dentist tomorrow if that's OK." Rita said.

"Anything she's agreeable to." I conceded.

"You never went to this much trouble to get in MY pants, Robbie." Rita snickered.

"It's not like that Reets. I don't think I have any interest. She was a lost soul I knew in college, the roommate of my then girlfriend. Maybe this is just my way of making things right. She was a sideshow then and we let her be one. One thing always stuck with me was that she asked me to proof her transcripts from her four years, and she was at the top of her classes in her field. I had always looked at her and thought she was a dim bulb, for looking like she did. Looking at her marks, I knew I was wrong for 4 years." I said with more pity in my voice than I wanted to show. 

Her former game was self pity. I didn't want to be a facilitator. 

"Rob, she colored her hair black with harsh commercial colors for a long time and then she's used shoe polish in it for a couple years. Her hair and scalp are a mess, and other things I can't begin to tell you." Rita said.

"Don't! She's already painted a few gruesome pictures for me. Just keep in mind that I'm bringing her to a job try out at the end of the week in Atlanta and I would like her to look nice. Explaining away almost 3 years of vagrancy after college will be hard enough to explain to Human Resources." I told Rita to finish our call.

Rita was a sweet woman whom I met when I first came to Florida over a year ago. She couldn't deal with my moving from place to place and we broke it off. We still saw each other on occasion. I think she wanted to keep me in line in case I ever came to Florida to stay. If she thought that Gail and I were, or could have been, romantic at all she wouldn't have been so nice to her, for sure.

The possibility that I could become involved with Gail ran through my mind more than once since I sent her off to the spa. I suspected that Gail was going to be a pretty good looking woman after getting cleaned up, and the fact she was tall, just an inch or two shorter than my 6 feet, always intrigued me. After the break with Haley I got back into daily jerk-off sessions and memories of Gail's tight squeeze hug and kiss on graduation day worked well in my imagination, even though I had no clue what her body looked like under her black draped clothes. Eventually Gail's face on Elvira's body became my fantasy until I began to date and sleep with my next conquest. In the couple years following Haley and U-Minn I became a pretty good cocksman, if I do say so myself. One weekend I did an assistant on the Women's Olympic team and the Mom of one of my prospective players on the Men's team. Neither was as sleazy as it sounds, but I didn't know the Mom had a daughter on the Women's team as well. My showing up at the rink and having them make small talk about me to each other almost ruined my chances of working with the USOC, but  I fast talked my way out of it all. The Mom gave me a farewell blowjob after both of her kids made the team and were shipped off for a 3 exhibition try-out. That was the last time I shit where I ate. For female companionship, I had but a few phone numbers in Florida. My actual home was in Atlanta, where I had a couple steady dates, and our other office was in San Antonio but Texas females had been safe so far. As far as my looks could carry me with the fairer sex, I lacked the panache to become a player. I did OK but, if not for aggressive women, I might still be a lonely jacker.

That night Gail called me to thank me for everything, besides taking a chance to flirt on the phone a bit. I acted pretty cold to make sure she knew I was not biting, at least yet. Without knowing what she looked like under her clothes I wasn't ready to be even playful. It's not that I had such high standards, but the thought of her sweat and urine aroma left me with an image I couldn't erase. Once she knew I wasn't going to play cutesy on the phone with her she asked if I could front her $500 to buy some clothes and essentials. She said it was the first time she had begged in 2 years where she actually intended on paying her "sucker" back. I really didn't doubt her good intention and resolve to change her life. I just knew she was too damn smart and had worked too hard at school to walk away from life once she had accepted God's fate with her Mom and sister. As crude as it sounds, there is nothing so evident than LIFE GOES ON.

Chapter 6

Before Gail came back my place I had to make a decision that I could live with about her. I wasn't really interested in an exclusive relationship, especially one where she would live with me for a time. I also didn't want her to think that she owed me anything for helping me, but if recreational sex was on her mind, I was open as long as I found her desirable. I didn't want to see moon eyes hoping I would fall for her. If something happened between us, fine. When we first talked after I had burned her clothes, I had the feeling she was about to ask me to help make up for 7 years of celibacy. Maybe that was my imagination, but I did shudder at the thought of seeing her hairy body beckoning me. If she thought that my not wanting to touch her unkempt hairy body made me shallow, she was right.

The morning was filled with a lot of running around, finally able to get into our now flooded, iceless training facility and salvage our equipment that was stranded there. I shipped it off to New York and was back on the recovery patrol for one more day. Another storm was brewing in the gulf and I wanted to be sure I was out of the state before I was asked to stay and help again. Enough was enough. I planned on being in Atlanta for Monday morning and that was IT!

Rita called me as I was headed back home and asked if I could make the trip to Bonita Springs and pick up Gail.

"If I knew how pretty she would turn out I would have shaved her head and bucked her teeth. Unless you let me move in, I'm afraid I can't compete with her." Rita chuckled.

"Rita, you know you'll always be special to me and if you're really worried about Gail, remember that I'll be leaving her in Atlanta in a couple days and likely be spending more time in Florida than Atlanta for the foreseeable future." I said to ease any worries she might have had, either imagined or real.

"Rob, don't let the fact that you have a home in Atlanta escape this conversation. You may not be there much, but you DO LIVE THERE!" Rita bristled.

"Rita, don't let the fact that you broke off the steady thing with me, not me with you, get away. Don't be like this. If I ever got into another serious relationship, you would be the first to know. When I come back to Florida we can talk about things."  I said, ending the conversation.
 She pissed me off when she acted this way because I could have been quite content with her as my mate in Florida. I never cheated on Haley in 4 years, so I don't think I would with Rita. However, breaking up our exclusive relationship was her choice, not mine.

True to Rita's word, Gail turned out real well. Her near 6 foot frame was quite appealing with her long shapely, although pasty white legs. Gail had shunned artificial tanning agents, hoping to get out in the sun for the first time in a long time. Her long hair had been cut to just her shoulders in its natural color and she wore a polo that sported Rita's logo. It did accent her breasts nicely, which were bigger that I thought. She wore jean shorts that shaped her butt well.  Her little belly was evident, but not too unflattering at all. In most clothes you might not even notice it. Considering what she put herself through since June of '97, she looked damn good.

Once in the car Gail beamed like a Hollywood premiere, she was so happy with her look.

"Rob, they beat the crap out of me and rubbed me raw with lotions and potions. The dentist had a field day in my mouth and had me bleeding like a stuck pig, but I guess I really only have a couple bad teeth. Getting my gums to recover from inattention is my biggest priority there. Last night I itched and burned everywhere the sun doesn't shine after getting plucked and shucked from my legs, under my arms and  . . .  . well everywhere. They even got rid of the bags under my eyes and the wrinkles I thought were old age. I was just all dried up. Then they gave me real food last night. I hadn't eaten fresh meat or fresh vegetables for years. I ate like a pig and drank a big glass of milk and that made me sick as hell last night. Rita wasn't going to tell you, but I was in the emergency room this morning. My insides revolted and I thought I was going to shit a basketball. I literally couldn't pass what was in me." She said still excited.

"Please, Gail, I don't need the play by play." I said trying to stop her.

"No please! One of the things I miss is talking to people and I just have to tell you this. You know when I was on the street I would only crap once a week or so." 
(God, I wanted to pull off the road and wretch)
"But eating all that real food and then the milk made my intestines revolt. I guess your body rejects the lactose until you build up a resistance. So anyway everything came down the line and I still had last weeks garbage in there and . . . "

"Please Gail! I'm begging you, STOP!" I said.

Gail laughed a big belly laugh that was worth the ordeal just to hear. I never really heard her laugh before.
She composed herself and leaned over and kissed my cheek.

"You're so sweet to put up with me and so cute trying to keep your lunch down. Anyway they gave me a big enema and I'm OK now." She said quickly causing me to pull over and sit on the shoulder with my head in my hands in disbelief.


"You aren't going to talk about menstrual cycles are you?" I asked her incredulously.

"No, but I should get to a doctor for a check up. I 'm sure I'm OK because that was one thing I was very careful about. If you ask another girl for a tampon they always give it to you." She said in her blabber-mouth staccato.

 I put the car back into gear as I shook my head and drove the rest of the way home. Once at the house I asked her what she wanted for dinner, if there was anything she hadn't had in a long time that she missed.

"Spaghetti and meatballs! Is that possible?" She answered quickly.
 
Rita would be pissed off to know that the sauce and meatballs she made and froze for me were going to feed Gail, but I told her I could do that.

After thawing the sauce and meatballs in the microwave I began to simmer it on the stove while I boiled water for pasta. I even found a loaf of garlic bread in the freezer and had the oven going for the bread when Gail snuck up behind me, snaking her arms around my hips to my belly.

"Rob, you know I have to repay you for everything you've done for me." She said in a sultry voice.

"Gail, you don't need to do a thing to repay me. If I loan you the money, then you can repay me. Until then you owe me nothing. Don't think for one minute that I did anything expecting to get anything in return." I said emphatically.

She ran her hands up my chest and pulled her breasts tight to my back.

"Are you going to make me flirt and beg with you?" She whispered.

I took her hands from my chest and turned to face her.

"Gail, if I said I wasn't intrigued by you back at school it would be a lie. I found you very intelligent and interesting to talk to. What I've seen in the past couple days was not anything I would think of bothering with, and you know that all too well. It sounds corny, but my heart is singing that I saved you from yourself and have added a viable member of the race to the roles. Now, to say that the moment I saw you after your trip to the spa I wasn't intrigued would also be a lie. I never knew what you looked like, besides your face, I only knew you were tall. I REALLY like tall, and you have beautiful legs. However in the total scheme of things, I would be taking advantage of you if I let anything happen between us, wouldn't I? I'm not sure if you want me, or if you want anybody." I said to slow the pace.

"Well, I want to seduce you because you're you Rob. I haven't had it in 7 years and I was very active back then and admittedly this little transformation has got my ovaries pulsing, but I wouldn't just chase after anyone. I am interested in you, but I won't throw myself at you if you're not interested." She said pulling away in a bit of a huff.

"Gail, I AM interested in you, don't think that I'm not. I'm just not sure if we should get involved until your situation is settled. Let's think about it and talk over dinner and see what happens." I said as I took her retreating hand and kissed it.

She smiled and melted me. She definitely was having an effect on me and the guilt I should have felt about wanting to take advantage of her was fading. 

While I finished preparing dinner Gail was looking over the home owner's library. She pulled out a geological book and began to ask questions about the company and exactly what we do, how her skills might directly apply. She seemed to put the time since college totally behind her. What was she thinking then? Was I missing something? This woman and the one that slept on my doorstep a few days ago were two totally different women.

We sat down to dinner and I poured a nice red wine to go with everything. She raised her glass and looked to me.

"A toast to God for bringing you to me and saving me from myself; you were an answered prayer." She said.

We clinked and sipped.

"An answered prayer?" I queried.

"When I was trapped in that closet I made up with God. I was so pissed off at him for taking my Mom and sister away that I no longer believed. I told him I needed a sign of hope if He wasn't going to make me just suffer and die there. I guess you were that sign. I never allowed much joy in my life all that time and depriving me of sex was part of it. Exactly two times I masturbated in all those years. I thought of you both times. I heard you and Haley going at it a few times and I was so jealous of her. One night I hid under the bed when I heard you two coming up the hall. I was mad at myself, I had such a crush on you, but it made me stronger to resist happiness in the long run." She said in a soft voice, as if confessing to me.

"Gail, I didn't know you felt that way about me, and the hiding under the bed is a little creepy, no, kinky. I never had any idea."

"Haley did. She said she saw me, and then proceeded to put on a show for me. She was kind of rubbing it in my face. Apparently she never told you."

"No. . . . . ummm, don't eat so fast and make your self sick again." I reminded her.

"Oh yeah, I will. Stop acting like my father when you talk to me like that. You're going to make it hard to flirt with you later. My father just gave out orders and smacked me and my Mom around. He left when I was 13." She said with a little snarl in her voice, noticeably peeved.

"Sorry, it wasn't intentional. I'm just looking out for you." I smiled.

"Becaaaaaaause?" She sang to me while pointing her fork.

"Because I . . . . uh . . . . care about you. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"No, it's what I wanted YOU to hear. I see the way you've looked at me since I walked out of Rita's." She said slyly.

I whispered "touché" under my breath and continued eating, my thoughts and emotions swirling in my head.

After we ate and cleaned up I invited her outside to walk a bit and sit in the little gazebo in the back yard. It was a great place to watch the sun set over the trees until the bugs came out in force. She held my arm on the walk and hugged my arm while we sat and talked. When I suggested we move inside to avoid being eaten alive she kissed me as we stood up. I kissed her hard back, resisting using my tongue.

Back inside the house she looked to me for some sign, but I was still unsure of what I thought was right. I know what I wanted, for sure.

I sat on the sofa and flicked on the TV to get the ball scores as she excused herself to the bathroom. I was semi-reclined when she came back and she lay right along side of me. 

As I watched the TV she kissed my cheek and ran her tongue along my face and then kissed my chin, then my lips.

"Are you afraid of my tongue? I invited yours outside and you stopped the kiss." She said.

"I didn't know you offered. I wasn't sure if you wanted mine." I said about to let my feelings go along with all the caution I held.

She moved quickly on top of me and covered my mouth with hers and the race was on. She was a real dirty kisser, the kind that gives you a quick hard on.  Her tongue found places in my mouth that no one ever did. As she squirmed on top of me trying to feel the lump I held for her I ran my hands over her ass as I ground up to her.
I let her ass go and ran my hands up her sides pushing her shirt up. Her breasts were glorious! How she hid them so well must have been a job because they were so nicely shaped. Her nipples were already long and wanting to be sucked. I could not resist those beauties.

Gail swooned and moaned deeply as I excited her nipples even more than their erect state. I never had such long buds in my mouth and my tonguing of them had her grinding even harder on my lump. She finally had to sit back and protect her titties from my mouth.

"Look what you've done to my shorts!" She said looking down at the wet spot that already leaked through the cotton sweats she wore.

She fumbled with my pants for a moment trying to get my cock free. I saw her pulling her shorts aside with the intent of just sitting on me to relieve her 7 year itch.

"Wait Gail! Birth control! Let's not be stupid!" I hollered at her as I scrambled up and moved from under her. 

I went to the end table and opened the drawer where I had a reserve of condoms and lube jelly. Ahh, the Boy Scout in me; i.e.: be prepared!

With my cock already sticking out of my pants I ripped the package open and pushed the roll over me while she watched intently. I turned towards her and she simply laid back and pulled her sweatshorts and panties aside to reveal a totally shaved pubis and pussy. Bracing my knees at the edge of the sofa I aimed my cock just right of her fist full of fabric.

Gail burst into tears as I pressed into her accompanied by a long low swoon. If not for the contorted smile on her face I would have almost thought I hurt her.

"My fantasies have been few, but this is the end. You are all of them rolled into one. Fuck me Rob! You are the first man to EVER fill me like this. Godddddddddd!"

"Gail, you are soooooo fucking tight. If I fuck you hard I'll come in a minute."

"Don't come inside me, even with the condom. They scare me."

I wanted to really buggy whip my cock in her pussy, but I would have shot immediately. Instead I reached down beside her fistful of cotton and began to flick her clit with my thumb as I slowly pushed as deep as I could go and slowly withdrew. It wasn't what I really wanted, but this was for her. I had my share of women, but none enjoyed my equipment this much. Her clit was like a hard chip of stone as I strummed it, but the growl each time I pushed into her was from deep in her sexual being.
She giggled loudly and then I felt her pussy bear down on me, like long fingers gripping me. I looked to her eyes, but only saw the whites with her mouth wide open. She was deep in the throes of an orgasm. I saw her chin quiver and then she barked loudly at me.

"No, No, NOoooooooo nrggggggggggggt. Let me, LET ME BREEEeathe." She grunted breathlessly.
 I gave up her clit and withdrew all the way except for the head of my cock. Her hands shot down and took my cock and pulled the plum of it out of her nether lips. She let go of the handful of fabric and turned hard on her side, still squealing deep in her throat.

I reached down and took the sides of her sweat shorts and panty and began to pull them down.

"Let me see that beautiful ass while I finish you."  I said as threaded her garments down her legs. I ran my hands over her ass cheeks and when she turned to look at me they split and I touched her asshole.

"No, no more fucking Rob. Not enough protection. I'll give you my mouth, take off your condom!" she said impatiently as she slithered from the sofa and stood and shucked her top and turned to me. 
She was shaved as clean as I've seen any woman shaved. I was kind of an ass man and before she slipped away I saw she was smooth there, right down to her notch I had touched. The flare of her hip to her ass was perfect. Haley and I had tried anal as one of my kinks. She seemed to like it at the time, but we never did it again. Rita and I had done some finger play there, but she never bit when I asked if she wanted something bigger. Gail's ass cleft and shapely buns had me thinking about butt boffing. 

Gail knew I gave her ass the once over as she sat next to me and pushed me back. She bent to take the head of my cock in her mouth and she looked at me before she did.

"You like my ass huh? I've done it there so I wouldn't get pregnant. But now, I don't know." She said just before she took my cock in her mouth.

 She sucked me like a last meal for a few strokes and looked up again.

"I told Haley not to be afraid of backdoor sex when you wanted to try it. She asked me lots of sex questions." She said breathlessly before gobbling my cock again.

Her mouth drove me crazy for a full minute of non-stop bobbing and sucking before she grew impatient and took my hand and pushed it toward my cock. I took it in my hand and stroked while she kept her mouth around the head. My breathing grew into short gasps as I neared my climax. I hunched up to watch the show as I felt my gusher rising. The first long shot hit the roof of her now open mouth and caromed straight back down between us. She placed her hands together underneath me as I stroked one more shot to her chin and then down in her hands. My 2 big shots were satisfying to blow off like that, but I had a lot of spunk to lose. As I flexed more spooge up my shaft she took the head in her mouth again like she was eating a melting fudgsicle; sucking what had melted and then drawing her mouth off to taste and swallow. Each pearl I drew up she dutifully ate and tasted. Her sucking my ravaged cock was draining every ounce of strength I had with the deep shudders it caused. But, she had turned so pretty in my eyes as she did this sucking, savoring and swallowing that I couldn't stop her. The last pearl I could draw up sat like a wet drop on the tip of my penis and she stroked it up to the tip and then sucked it off, drawing the whole head in her mouth and sucking it hard up to a kiss on the tip. She knelt back and smiled at me, and then crawled over my body to hold me tight.

"You look at me like you love me, and right now I feel like I love you. Lets not make too much of this until we sort out our feelings, OK? I don't want to mistake pent up emotion for anything more." She whispered as she cradled her head next to mine. She rubbed her hands, slimy with my seed, all over my chest. I smiled at her and winked, looking down over her. I noticed the little paunchy belly she had with sort of a cottage cheese type of texture to it. It was obviously from her hunger and poorly fed lifestyle. She saw me look at it and quickly pulled a throw pillow over herself.

"That's a good sign for you, you know." I said.

"What? That I have an old woman's belly?" She said disgusted.

"No. That you care, and have a returning sense of pride." I said, obviously surprising even herself.

"I guess . . . . . thanks Rob, for . . . . a, um . . . caring. I do feel better about myself now than I can ever remember, to tell you the truth. Rita really builds your ego, and you wanting me, like I wanted you, helped a lot too." She said as she got up and gathered her clothes.

"Can you find me something to sleep in? We have to go out tomorrow and get me some clothes before we go to Atlanta."

"I have a long t-shirt, and there are more of those panties in the top drawer of the room where you were sleeping."

"Thanks that will do fine. If you don't mind, I'm going to bed early. I've got a lot of thinking to do." She said giving me a hug.

I followed her upstairs and got her the t-shirt and went to kiss her good-night.

"You can sleep with me if you want Gail. I didn't think I had to ask you if that's what you were waiting for." I said just before pecking her on the lips.

"No, I know. I really think I need the alone time. I don't want to color my emotions right now, if you know what I mean." She said with a smile.

Chapter 7

I was pretty beat from the athletics of the evening and went right to bed myself. Once I settled in I realized that I really liked Gail and despite her years of foolishness and self pity, she was still a nice person inside. I really liked how sexual she was, even though I wouldn't always expect the kind of spontaneous passion we had tonight. I realized she had done without for a long time and she got overwhelmed. I wondered if I should feel guilty about driving the situation, which I thought I had. She definitely took charge at one point which reduced my culpability, at least in my mind.

When I woke up in the morning at the radio alarm I tried to listen to the news but felt uncomfortable for some reason. I sat up to see Gail sitting in the hallway out side the master bedroom. She had a blanket and a pillow and had apparently been there for awhile.

When she looked up at me it was apparent she had been crying for a while.

"Gail? What's wrong? I thought everything was fine last night."

"Can I come in and talk to you? I've got to straighten a few things out."

I sat up and patted the bed and she came in sheepishly, avoiding eye contact.

"I have to apologize for being a whore last night. I never had a guy give me butterflies like you did. Three years ago when we left school I was jealous of Haley and just thought you were the nicest guy. When you popped back in my life it was a sign from God and there I was covered in my own feces I just figured it was "just MY luck". When you finally made me realize that so many of my real memories of Mom and Sis were happy ones and they made me smile, I realized how foolish I had been all these years. I wasted years crying over them, when I should have been celebrating them. So, I wanted to use my rebirth to win you but now I've used my crush and my fantasies for nothing.  Our first date ended like a night getting picked up in a bar. I'm sorry and I hope you can forgive me. I'll make you proud if you get me a job. I won't fuck THAT up." She said quietly with little emotion.

I took her hands into mine.

"Gail, you didn't fuck anything up and I think no less of you now than then. We got caught up in passions last night. My mind raced with expectations of what could be with you, and I think you did the same. I really like you Gail. If I didn't I wouldn't have let last night happen. I would never use you like that. You don't think I picture you acting that way with just anyone, do you? I'm just as interested right now as last night. You've lost sleep over nothing. Trust me on this one. You're over analyzing." I said hoping to allay any fears she had of blaming herself for something stupid.

"I may have been easy before, but I didn't blow guys on the first date. I think that makes me a whore"

"Gail, I saw that as pure affection for me."

"It was, but I don't expect you to take it that way. I never trusted condoms. Two of my girlfriends got pregnant with condoms and I never let anyone finish in me with one. I didn't want to leave you with just a hand job after you were so beautiful to me." She said in defense of herself.

"Gail, everything about us is special at this point. This wasn't a first date. It was a lot more than that. You had needs last night and your body sought to take care of them. I doubt you could control everything that happened. Now we just have to decide if we want to continue to see each other romantically or not." I said hoping to see a smile.

"Do you?" she asked with a pouty lip.

"Have you made YOUR decision yet?" I asked.

"I made my decision on graduation day in Minnesota back in 2001. I knew you were the guy that would fill my dreams and fantasies if I allowed them. I saw you from afar all four years and listened to all of Haley's little stories. Depriving myself of a chance at you was part of my joy depravation. I knew you weren't in Haley's plans if you moved away from her. She told me that and it made me sick, but I never thought it would happen." Gail confessed.

"I think we could make a good couple, at least for a while. By that I don't mean I want to use you, but I just wonder how much of your fascination is your fantasy and after other guys get interested, I might not seem so special." I wondered aloud.

"Oh believe me, YOU ARE SPECIAL. But I'm willing to take this at your pace if you don't trust your heart. We have lots of time to think about it and explore ourselves a bit." Gail told me, encouraged by my words.

We got up and took showers and packed up things for a week or so in Atlanta. We left with the clothes on her back and stopped at a mall and picked up female essentials and a few outfits to wear at work. We picked casual wear for a week for her and she changed into a simple outfit there to travel with.

Early that evening we pulled into Atlanta to my digs along the Chattahoochee. I showed Gail her own room at the house making sure she knew the sleeping arrangement. Cohabitation sounded like fun, but I felt it was important to our relationship that we not get that familiar. We didn't say there wouldn't be sex, but maybe we should keep a few mysteries from each other. When I used the word mysteries I noticed her chuckle under her breath.

"What's so funny about that?" I asked.

"Last night you openly admired my ass and even touched my asshole, and I also told you I had done it there before. I don't think we have too many mysteries." She said shaking her head.

"Knowing how you like your coffee, whether you sleep in your back or side, if you can drive a standard shift, are you Apple or IBM, have you ever had chicken pox, do you snore, can you cook, how do you like your eggs, I think we have a LOT of mysteries and a lot to learn before we make the commitment from roommate to lovers." I told her emphatically.

"Are you saying we shouldn't have any sex, either? There are likes and dislikes there too. I think we need to know what each other likes and doesn't. I need to find out things about you." She said with a ray of hope in her horny voice.

"Sex? Of course! If it happens, it's all good. What is there to dislike about sex?" I said.

"You avoided one thing last night and its one of my favorites." She said turning her eyes in embarrassment.

I thought quickly and wondered if she wanted to be skewered in her butt and I missed the OK. I looked at her quizzically.

"What I did to you last night? Going down on you?" She said with the reddest of faces, perturbed that I made her say it.

"Oh God no! I didn't avoid it. It just didn't fit into the game. We moved too fast. It may be my favorite part of male passive sex." I told her.

"Male passive sex?" She said screwing up her face.

"Things that don't involve friction to the penis that are still satisfying by the sheer joy it brings to your partner. Like teasing your nipples, rubbing your clit, thrusting fingers, looking for your spot, all that good stuff." I said as if reading a menu.

"I hope we can become lovers. I like to be pleased without being pressured to "pay" for it. When Haley asked me stuff about sex with you I was soooooo jealous. I guess knowing you were a considerate lover, and I had just been with selfish ones, made me think so much of you." She said as if I wasn't really there.

"Gail we ARE lovers." I said as I put my arms around her and turned her back to me. I draped my hands around her stomach and intertwined my fingers as I spoke softly in her ear. "Last night wasn't just some spur of the moment fast fuck to make each other get off. It may have seemed like that but if you think back you remember I went as slow as I could to make sure you enjoyed it. Watching you come was beautiful. My male ego wasn't stroked by that, my heart was. Your orgasm under me was moving. When you sought to make me happy in a way you knew I would like I took it as affection for me, not the act. We may not be "in love" but we are lovers. I wasn't just getting laid last night."

When she turned her head to the side where I spoke over her shoulder I saw tears running down her cheek.

"Thank you for opening up your heart and letting me know the score. You are so sweet. As I lay in bed last night I thought we might never be together like that again. Now I want you again right now because I know I won't feel guilty in the morning. Does that make me bad, or wrong, or a hypocrite to myself or you?" She said almost blubbering in her tears.

"I don't think so, but maybe we're too emotional for making love right now. We've spoken intimately about sex and love and they both feed the libido. I think we'll both feel better if we resist and let our emotions feed on the anticipation. It's been a long day and you have to make a good impression tomorrow. Let's go to bed and give ourselves a chance to think and rest on it." I whispered.

"You may be right. If we really feel special towards each other it can wait until the moment is clear. Our sex talk has made it a little cloudy." She said drying her tears.

She turned and kissed me deeply and said good night. It was early but we both needed the time to sorts out emotions and rest.

It was lonely in my king size bed but I felt happy with how we left things. I could have easily ravaged her body that night and wondered in the morning if it was feelings or horniness. As I drifted off into my deep sleep I heard the faint muffled sounds that I knew were her orgasm. Oh for the joys or personal satisfaction when your body calls. I smiled for her as I drifted off.

I hadn't set the alarm for the morning knowing Marie, the secretary I shared with all of the road people, would call to wake me. They usually didn't expect the road warriors to be in the office before 10. When we worked out of the home office we stayed on call until 6 or 7 and then the skeleton crew of one operator and one road tech took any emergency calls. They kept a few others on call. Most supply problems could usually be fixed remotely right on the grid. Leaks and shortages were handled by the local support people. When I was in Atlanta, I was officially "on call" after hours every other day. I usually was in the home office for 7 days a month, as were each of the east coast techs. Our "on call" time allowed us to work 4 weeks and get the fifth off as paid comp time. With my work with the Olympic team it worked out well, especially if I worked in my 3 weeks of regular vacation. So I worked 3 bases of operation and one week in Atlanta. From Estero I worked the Fort Myers and Fort Lauderdale offices, then a week in Mobile where I normally bounced between there and Pensacola, depending where problems cropped up. I had a good deal with the Residence Inn people up there so I felt like I was "home" more than I actually was. No where I stayed felt like a hotel and that was good.

Out of my deep sleep I became aware that I was not alone in bed. It took me a moment to realize where I was and if I was dreaming or not. I opened my eyes to 2 bright pretty eyes that looked at me with obvious affection. I remember thinking for a split second how beautiful these 2 eyes were now, no longer being muted with ugly black make-up, and yellowed and red lined by poor diet and sleep habits. As I focused more I could see she was on her knees on the bed, bent far over to look right in my eyes, my face, as if reading some outward emotion that my words might deny. The bottom of her back that showed just over her head revealed the split of her butt. She was nude and her breath was freshly tinged of mint. She rested her chin on her two flat hands.

"You're handsome even as you sleep. You have such character in your face. When I decided to come in here, I wanted you. Now I want you more. I decided that there was something different about you last night was when you were talking to me. You respected me. It was the first time almost anyone looked at me without pity or scorn in a few years. You understood when you looked at my eyes. I masturbated last night to fulfill my ache, but it didn't work. I felt as empty when I got done as when I started. It was you I wanted and needed. If you have any feelings at all for me, make love to me. Show me how and what you feel for me. Don't deny there is something there." She said almost as if singing to me, her voice sweet and clear like I hadn't heard before this week.

The sincerity in her voice melted me. If there were one doubt, one wonder in my mind about IF I could fall for her, love her AND respect her, it was erased now. There was something that I knew I missed in four years of loving Haley, four years of making love to her, four years of making her the reason I woke each day. Sincerity. It all sounded so foolish to me at this moment as thought crossed my mind, but then I thought about our break-up and that we never really cared we broke up. We said I love you for four years and planned to live the rest of our lives together and then she moved southwest and I went east and POOF. We were history. No wailing and gnashing of teeth. On-Off, hot-cold, slippery-rough. Haley knew it. She told Gail that if I moved away that was it for us. She wasn't even sincere or honest enough to tell ME.
Now, here in my face was the woman who kept my image in the locket of her heart for all of this time, and she was telling me to make love to her. Something wiped away all the cob-webs of her aura, and made us each understand something about each other that we didn't know the night before. She found it first and her eyes told me. As of that moment I had never been taken by just the words and feelings of a woman, of any person for that matter. This is the point in the movie where the bells would ring and the screen would get all gauzy and they fade to the puffy white clouds in the blue sky, but it was really happening!

Gail knelt up and back on her haunches. Her long reddish hair bobbed at her shoulders and her breasts hung from her chest like perfect firm globes with their bright pink long nipples. Her legs were parted just enough to see the pretty pussy lips that hid her treasure. I took in the sight of her like I had never seen a woman before. My smile answered any questions she had about if my making love to her was possible. I sat up and sought her lips to kiss. I excused my morning mouth and told her that I hated to break the moment, but I really had to pee. She chuckled in understanding and hugged me again and whispered in my ear to get a condom. (Getting her birth control was on the top of her list now because she hated my wearing a condom, and I hated having to finish outside of her)

When I came back to the bed she had reclined onto my spot, her hair splayed out on the pillow. I climbed directly onto her and felt her warmth all over me. We kissed long passionate kisses as our bodies touched and DAMN that condom, if it were on or I didn't need it, I would be inside of her now. I sat back up and opened the rascal wrapper and pushed it onto myself. I moved over her and slid all the way into her wet and waiting quim.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFF, you feel so good and so big in me." She gasped as she wrapped her arms around my back and held me face to face with her while I thrust in and out of her.

Gail bounced back at me from the bed as she began to chirp and squeal. Her orgasm was long and judging by the way she held me, quite gripping. When I thought she was through, she ground out another, her eyes tearing and her lower lip quivering.

The excitement of the new found beauty I saw in her brought me to the brink fast and she was about to reel me in for a third spasm when I knew I was too close to play games.

I sat back and shouted out the coming of my load.

"I'M GONNA COME GAIL, LET ME UP!"

I sat back and ripped the condom off just as the first spurt left me and landed on her belly. My hand shot down to make sure I worked my whole gusher, while her hand covered her pussy from the mess.

Moments later I was exhausted back on my knees, a long drool of semen hanging from me. I looked to her and she had her eyes closed with a beautiful smile on her face. She opened her eyes and looked at me with an odd look of sorts. And then she said, as if making a revelation, "You made love to me!", and then she giggled like a little kid who just found the cookie jar. I wanted to hug her again but my prick was still coated and dripping with my cookies she had milked out. She bounced up, noting my predicament and kissed me hard.

"I think we needed that to make sure we knew what we were dealing with here. You are so special to me and make me do things I've never done before. My orgasms are . . . . . 
WOW!" She said as she re-pasted her mouth back on me.

"We definitely have something going here," was all I could muster to say.

The phone rang in the middle of our reverie and it was Marie from the office making sure I was up. She flirted on the phone a bit and wondered if I was alone or not. We had dated once and got pretty hot and heavy at her place, but she ended it before it got too far, even though I know I could have talked her into the rest of the deed. She told me she had boyfriend and felt bad about what had happened and we shouldn't go any further. With my hand in her panties and my cock in her hand after saying it looked yummy, it seemed a bad time to come to that realization, but at least she had a conscience. For that I had to respect her.

I sent Gail off to the shower while I had to make a couple calls. I needed to make an arrangement with someone for Gail to use their address. Putting MY address on an application for work would be a big no-no. Terry Parker, one of my college line mates from UMINN lived close-by and he was more than glad to help. I had the address now I just needed a phone for her, and I could get a Tracfone on the way in and with 5 minutes on the computer, have a number that was hers.

She came out of the shower dressed in just a towel, wanting to mug, snuggle and kiss but I quickly told her that we were in a hurry as I gathered my things for my own shower.

I smelled the coffee downstairs and asked her to pour after she dressed and I would meet her at the table. She had kind of a hurt look on her face as I rushed around and I stopped to talk.

"We didn't have the time for love making this morning, but it was something our feelings screamed for. We'll have plenty of time for talk and play later, but I have to get to work and see if we can get you a job. I showed how I feel. Trust that."  I said as I rushed to the shower.

Apparently she got the gist of my words because when I came out of the shower we were ready to go. I grabbed my electric razor and gave my face a quick once over as I went down the stairs and saw her at the table sipping coffee.

"Black, one sugar?" She said looking at me with a cute smile.

She was referring to my list of necessities that would make a roommate a lover, one being "how do I like my coffee". I winked at her and we both smiled.

I had seen Tracfones at the counter in Starvin' Marvins when I got coffee and gas there before, and although I knew I would pay premium price there, it was handy and saved time. Twenty minutes after coffee we were both walking into the Atlanta headquarters of AmeriFuel-AmeriGas.

I told her to sit in the waiting area and I went to the receptionist's desk where pretty Marie had missed our tandem entrance.

"Good Morning Marie. The woman in the waiting area needs to go to the application kiosk. She says she has an interview scheduled with Iggy, but he wants her to go through channels first. I have a meeting with Iggy right now, so I'll tell him she's here." I said as smooth as I could.

"Oh? A friend of yours?" Marie said with a knowing smile.

"Nope, I just met her out front. She just seemed a little lost, that's all" I said as coolly as I could before I got on the elevator.

I went directly to Iggy's office and briefed him on the situation. He said he could hire her as a free lance temp, a go-fer of sorts for a few days. In this time he would actually evaluate her skills. He would be mum on any relationship we might have.

I went into my office and activated the Tracfone and had a phone number for Gail in no time. As a favor, Iggy went down to the application kiosk where Gail was doing her on-line application and gave her the phone and number. I didn't need Marie to start a rumor by my going down.
Marie: nice tits, great ass, but a big mouth and loves to gossip; I wonder if she told everyone that she would have sucked my cock on our night out had I asked?

I set about my usual tasks during my week in Atlanta beginning with filing my daily's. They were already quite aware of my actions last week as my company truck ended up in the news all week tied to the rescue effort. I didn't have to chase the cameras, just stay on the front lines. They played the clip of us rescuing Gail over and over again, but no one could possibly recognize her from those video clips. Goodwill and advertising like that can't be bought.

I checked with last weeks local 'on call' team and they had said it was quiet for a few weeks now and my nights might be safe. Late summer, away from the hurricanes, didn't lend to too many natural gas emergencies. I wanted my nights free to explore my relationship with Gail and show her around the city I called home.

I had just finished briefing a group of the high muckety mucks (suits and ties worried about the bottom line and where they went to lunch) on the situation in Florida. They were strictly dollars and cents people and liked the way the situation worked out for us. New business and good will would more than pay for any losses we had, but I was concerned about the losses. I planned on being with the company a lot longer than those stuffed shirts. When I came out of the mini board room Iggy Cooper was waiting for me in the hallway.

"Rob! That woman, where did you find her?" He said, seeming exasperated.

"Good God! Is she that bad?" I said, thinking my worst fears came true.

"No, go back to where you found her and get me 3 more!!" He said in high pitched excitement.

 "She could take my job! She reads geologic ultrasounds and then CADs them from memory, almost. She showed me a shading trick that can show pressure and depth! She was the top of her class and ANYONE would have hired her! She hasn't worked for 3 years, she was seeing the country, or so she says. Wherever she was she could have been making tons of dough with any of the big gas companies. I'll bet the university had lots of job offers for her. Did she have a commitment to scholarship?" Iggy asked excitedly.

"Umm, yeah she did, but they passed on her after her interviews. So she couldn't work for a year in the industry." I said telling him just what I knew.

"Didn't hire her! They must have been nuts! Why in the  . . . " Iggy said reaching for an even higher pitch.

"Igg, pal, buddy. Let's keep it down and not ask questions about her. I can only guarantee you that she's not on a wanted poster, isn't running from debt or anyone. She's had a screwed up life and she appears ready to change it. Finish your trial week with her and keep her on for another month as you do all temps, if you're still interested. Then, if you still want to hire her, do it, but not as a favor to me, but because she earned it. Keep her tie to me as remote as possible. I did her transcripts back at college and I know how talented she is. I hadn't seen her in 3 years until a few days ago. She's staying with me for now and I want it quiet, OK?" I said moving close to Iggy to make sure he knew to keep confidential on it all.

"Mums the word, Robbo. This girl can make sure we all have big profit sharing checks and a big cut of the pie in the industry. I think she's that good." Iggy said in a whisper.

"Just remember one thing, there were reasons, personal reasons, why she wasn't working the past 3 years. Please don't mortgage the farm on her yet, but I think you have a good shot. She's sold me." I quietly told Iggy.

If there was anyone at the firm I could trust with my relationship with Gail it was Iggy. He and I started together at the company and shared an apartment for a time. His ability to pick up girls and bring them home was amazing. He was a geek, but he had an aura about him that woman clamored for. He was the one who told me that Marie was do-able. I looked the other way when he dated within the company and he owed me that now. He had just been married in the past year to a woman who had to quit the company to make it happen. He was well aware of the situation.

As 5 o'clock rolled around I buzzed Iggy and had him pass along to Gail to wait until I finished at 6:30 to go, unless he could explain the way to my home by public transportation, but I thought it was a bit much for her to handle at the time.

"I can keep her until 6:30 myself if she wants to stay. I had a 6 week backlog on research and she's already cut a week and half off it, plus she's showing me things I didn't know." Ig said, all too happy to stay over and keep her there.

"One thing Iggy, does she seem happy?" I asked.

"She's real excited to be working, happy and almost bubbly. Like a kid in a candy store to be at the computer and reading radio graphs, ultrasounds, anything. Just make sure she has money tomorrow, OK? I have no problem buying her lunch, but she was too embarrassed to ask me and was going to go the day without eating. 
Ummm, Robbo?  . . . . . Are you doing that? She is fine!" Iggy said slipping back to his wolf days.

"Yeah, well, um . . . .I can be. She's a little overwhelming right now with her emotions.  I could really like this girl, but I'm trying to be cautious and it's getting hard." I said trying to be non committal, but glad that Iggy approved her.

Chapter 8

At 6:30 I went down to the research floor and caught Iggy as he was leaving.

"She'll be at the bus shell at the corner. She just left. Good luck, and thanks, Rob"

I went to my car and drove to the corner in the industrial park and there she sat in the bus shell.

I pulled up and rolled down the window.

"Keep driving mister, you can't afford me!" she hollered with a grin before she ran out to the car.

All the way back she bubbled and talked about what a great day she had and thanked me a 100 times for helping her get the job. Iggy laid on the line to her that he was watching her closely for the remainder of the week. If he brought her back it would be on 30 day trial. At the end of 30 days, he had the option of hiring her. After explaining what I already knew she paused.

"The only reason why he wouldn't hire me today is that I could do his job, right?" She said innocently.

"You're sure you could do his job?" I said with a suspect squint.

"Hmmm, yeah, part time. What he needs are more people like me. Do they not hire good people because they don't pay?" She wondered.

"They don't hire good people because they can't find them. CAD people are a dime a dozen. CAD people with the geological and science background like you are few. Iggy does real well; do you have any idea how much they're paying you?" I wondered.

"Well, I'm getting $15 an hour this week, a secretary's pay and $1200 a week as a 4 week trial temp in my field. On the application for "salary objective" I put down what Nations Grid was supposed to pay me. They paid my scholarship, and it was 3 years ago, but it seemed logical to ask that much. Mr. Cooper knows I'll negotiate." She said in her new found confidant way. "Rob, for $15 I could live and eat for a week before. I don't know what to do with all that money."

"Gail, a house, a car, clothes and good food are all things you deserve. You won't have a problem spending and saving for a future. How much did you put down?" I wondered.

"Eighty K, do you think that's too much?"

"I don't know, maybe at our level in the industry. National Grid is a lot bigger company."

"Maybe that's why they were going to pay that much."

"I won't get involved here, just let me tell you that Iggy Cooper won't lead you astray or short change you."

"I'm sure I'll be happy." She said as she turned in the seat and paused long enough to punctuate the fact that "shop talk" was over.

"I missed seeing you today, but I kept thinking about this morning." She said in a low voice.

I smiled, not taking my eyes off the road and then shot her a glance.

"I thought a lot about that too. What happened overnight? You were the answer to a lot of my questions this morning." I said not trying to be too committal.

"I know, wasn't that weird? When I woke up I just had this need within me and it wasn't just "getting off". I had done that the night before. It felt good, but afterward it was empty. When I woke up I just went in the bathroom, freshened up and took off my bed clothes. I had a need for you, and just you. Does that scare you?" She wondered.

"A little, but when I saw you I felt the same need. I didn't want to ravish you and tease you for an hour; I just wanted to be inside you. Not being able to finish in you is a let down, but I can live with it."   I said as I pulled up my drive.

"I'm so sorry! I want to make you so happy!" She said in heartfelt apology.

"Don't apologize. I know what the score is and you make me real happy."  I said, deepening my commitment.

She leaned over in the car and hugged up to me.

"Great, I want to make you real happy. Ummm, did I make you real happy with my mouth? I liked doing that. It's pretty sexy to do, it seems dirty, but . . . " She said not making eye contact.

"Of course I like that a lot, but just be comfortable and . . . "

"I never tasted it before then; you were the first to do that to me. You know, shoot off in my mouth. I tried to move away but it hit off my teeth some got in. It tasted a little sexy, that's why I took the rest of you. I was afraid you would think I was awful; especially when I told you the other thing." She further confessed in her low voice still looking down while hugging me.

"Gail, what other thing? Why are you beating yourself up? There's nothing wrong with being a sexy woman. All's fair in the pursuit of love."  I said trying to console her.

"The other thing? When I told you I did backdoor so I wouldn't get pregnant. You told me you liked my ass." She said sobbing a little. 

"Come on Gail, we were so positive this morning. I don't care what you did before, and it's none of my business. I won't judge you. We've all done things we might be ashamed of later, but at the time we did them, we were sure it was right. Nine times in ten if presented the same circumstances, we would do it all over again. Now come on, I don't want to be kissing no sad face." I said as she pulled away and turned and smiled at me with teary eyes.

I kissed her long hard and deep, eventually pushing her back onto the seat, covering her body. I wanted to leave no doubt that I was interested and not just here for the sex. Gail, in her sexy innocence was stealing my heart. The things she felt shame over only proved to me her passion, not only for me but for the sex itself. 

I let my face up from hers and dried her eyes with my fingers.
 
"Come on, let's go inside and fix some dinner."  I said as I got up and out my car door with her by the hands, pulling her through.

Inside I told her it was her choice for dinner and she said that anything would do, she had only had half of Iggy's lunch and was starved. We had a good laugh over that. Before I forgot, I gave her $50 to cover her expenses the rest of the week because tomorrow she was going to have to take the bus to the office. I was, of course, going to ride with her and then ride home before I drove myself to work. I got another big kiss and made points with her again.

After we changed into casual clothes and started dinner I poured wine to sip while we waited.

"When are you going to stop treating me like your lost little sister outside of the house?"

"What do you mean?"

"Riding with me to work tomorrow, giving me lunch money, things like that."

"Gail, I'm just doing those things because of your situation, and I'm responsible for putting you in the situation. The fact I care very deeply for you might have something to do with it as well. If you think it's because I think you can't handle all of this, as you're implying, you're wrong." I said with an edge to make the point I was upset she took offense to my help.

"Very deeply? That's a step forward from "like you a lot". Did my little wake up this morning have something to do with that?" She said in a way that left me befuddled on how to take it.

"What are you saying Gail? You're trying to put a gauge on things instead of letting them take a course. It's like you're trying to earn that "lover" badge so you can rip off the roommate tag. Let things take their natural way. I thought we were having fun here getting to know each other. Yes we have taken some giant circumstantial strides in our relationship. But, let's not get lost on the fact that we have only been together a few days, and you have only been back as a member of the real world for a few days. We have a way to go here, but remember that I am with you, side by side. I spent four years in a relationship with someone who was not sincere and, I found out later, lacked character. I recognize that you're sincere and have all the character in the world. Please let us just happen the way our relationship takes us."  I said as I moved close to her and took her hands in mine.

I kissed her on the cheek and got nose to nose with her.

"I want to love you as much as you want to love me. Let's not let anything drive this but our true feelings. If you're afraid that I'm a run-around, don't fret. Our first night together may have been a little recreational as far as the sex went, but this morning wasn't. It meant something to me and I would never think so little of it as to pursue anyone else in any way without you knowing. Trust me on that. Let us happen. I'm not going anywhere and I'm not putting you out. We could end up great lovers; we could end up great friends. We have a lot of time to work on it. Are you with me?" 

Gail nodded her head as she teared up a little.

"The last thing I want to do is push you away. I need you as a friend and a lover right now. Please be patient with me." She said quietly.

"You're not pushing me away. Don't TRY to do anything. Let it happen. Think about it; you had no relationships for 7 years and before that, they were based on sex, you've never worked a full time job, and you're on the brink of landing an 80 THOUSAND dollar a year job. Your plate is full and everything is happening fast. Sit back and enjoy the good fortune you've found. Think about how proud your Mom and sister would be of you. They might even approve of me." I said as I smelled our dinner that I needed to check on.

I went to move toward the over to check on things but she held my arm with a death grip to pull me back.

"I lived with my aunt because she could be strict with me. My Mom couldn't control me. She would love you for continually pushing me back in line. Her hands were full with my sister and when my grades went in the toilet during my second year High School, coincidental to when I started partying, she sent me to live with Aunt Midge to be in a small town and away from temptation. I still found the boys and the parties, but I was the top of my class and got the highest SAT's ever there and got the full scholarship. We had nothing so I wouldn't have gone to school otherwise. Keep centering me when I need it. I'll do my best to make all of you proud. Be my friend first, and I can't help what else happens." She said before letting my arm go so I could check the oven.

As I took our bubbling vegetable casserole out of the oven I asked her to come over and get the aroma. I used that as a chance to be close to her ear and say, "Thanks for enlightening me on those few things. I think we, you and I, will do just fine and you will make everyone proud."

Gail began to sing my praises as a chef when I had to stop her.

"I hate to blow your image of me as a gourmet, but the sauce and meatballs in Florida were made by Rita, and I pay one of my neighbors, who is a TV chef here, to prepare me frozen, oven ready, dinners. Yes I do cook a little, but things like this take too much time. You'll meet her and her husband, who owns a local restaurant, soon I suspect." I said hoping I didn't deflate her image of me too much.

"Well aren't you the gigolo, having women cook for you?" She joked.

"Oh for sure! I have to pay them to cook for me! That's rich huh? As far as Rita, if she knew I fed you her sauce and then we made love, she would poison the next batch." I laughed in self deprecation.

"Rita has a thing for you?"

"Well, let's just say she and I would make a good couple if she weren't so possessive and clingy. Very nice lady and a smart successful business woman, but when I wasn't nearby in Florida she called 5 times a day and called in the middle of the night to see if I was alone. I gave her the ultimatum that I would call her once a day when I was out of town and she not question me otherwise, or break off our relationship and stay friends. She chose to stay friends. She wanted that control and I wouldn't give it to her. My word is my bond."

"She still thinks she can have you?"

"I won't lie to you; we still slept together from time to time after we broke it off. But, not in a long time now. You have nothing to worry about, if that's what you mean." I assured her.

"When do you leave to be out of town again?" She wondered, thinking ahead to how she might handle my being away.

"A week from next Monday, 13 more days. Are you going to be ready to be on your own by then?" I asked

"You mean out of here?" She asked in a panic.

I looked up from serving our dinner onto our plates to glare at her with the side of my mouth turned down in mock disgust.

"Yeah, like I'm going to throw you out on the street. Of course HERE! We're roommates, remember?" I said as she smiled back.

We ate with just small talk, mostly about how good the food was. She loved the no-meat, low-fat aspect of the dinner. She only had to tighten up her little belly to make herself not self-conscious about wearing a bathing suit or bare midriff. It was something she hadn't done in a long time as well. 
After dinner she went up to lay out clothes and make a shopping list of things she thought she would need now that she was settled in a bit. I went out to water my the hanging plants and when I came back she was ready to hit the WalMart. She asked me to come with her in the store as she was not accustomed to shopping in a store so big. When they rang up the $79 total she looked at me with the $50 I had given her.

"Hmmmmm, poor planning, huh?" I said, tongue in cheek.

"I can pay you back, please help me this one more time." She said so cute.
I peeled a $100 out of my money clip and gave it to her and made like I made a notation of how much she owed in my hand. She was embarrassed, but amused by my little show.

In the car on the way back she apologized and I told her to forget about it. The rest of the way I pointed out places of interest in the area and we were home before you knew it. She took her new booty to her room and bathroom and laid things out for herself. She was enjoying re-acclimating herself to the real world and life in general. My guess was that in high school she was one of the "cool" chicks and one of the "in crowd" with Type A personality hostilities. That was where her rage of being deprived of her Mom and sister manifested. I had a psych minor and I was really interested in the link between "type A' people and heart disease. Some people carry this "type A" trait and suppress the hostility, letting it burn and fester. I didn't charge her a cent for my street corner psychoanalysis.

I think she sensed that she was "clingy" after I told that Rita was and it drove me crazy.
I was watching the ballgame downstairs and she came down and kissed me goodnight saying she was tired from the excitement of work and preparing for tomorrow. I expected a big hug and long kiss, but it was a peck and she went in the kitchen and got a glass of juice and she was off. In just a couple days she was acting like my place was hers, to some extent and I liked that. She KNEW she was welcome and wanted to contribute.

I watched the end of the game and went up to retire myself, but just as I laid in bed I felt a little empty and wondered if I put her off in any way. I never wanted to do that. After a moment I got up and walked to her bedroom where she had the door halfway open and the light off. The ambient light from her bathroom nightlight lit her pretty face as she lay on her side and I knew I had to kiss her one more time. I quietly went in and knelt beside her and kissed her cheek and whispered "goodnight" and went to get up but the hand on the arm she was laying on wrapped on my bicep.

"Don't leave. Kiss me on the lips. You're sweet. No one's kissed me good night since I was 10." She whispered.

I kissed her lips and she kissed back with a fury, putting her tongue in my mouth and putting her hand on the back of my head. I leaned in over her body and wrapped an arm around her and held her to me as our kiss got deeper. We both exhaled deeply keeping our lip lock as I ran my hand down her back over the swell of her ass and then up to the bottom of the t-shirt she wore. Her shirt went up as I reached for her breast and I broke the kiss as I moved my mouth from her to her breast. Her long nipple responded as her breath caught and she petted the back of my head encouraging my suckling. As I moved to her other breast I pushed the cover and sheet down her thigh and ran my tongue down her belly to her navel that I licked and sucked like sex. I slipped back to my knees beside the bed and twisted her hips towards me folding her knees up as I twisted her the rest of the way to face me on the side of the bed. She sighed deeply with her breath catching nervously a couple times as I slipped her panties up over and off her legs. I parted her legs and pushed her bent knees back towards her torso as I kissed down her soft belly to her smooth pussy. She hooked her arms around her knees to open herself up to me and I was at the passion table eating a very sweet pussy. I usually run my finger through the lips to draw off the little stale urine smell but she smelled so fresh I could not wait. I dug my tongue into her and pulled up hard over her clit catching my tongue just below it so I could drive and lick on her. I licked her from top to bottom and then pried her open to taste inside of her. She was slick and wet and on her way to an orgasm as I centered on her clit and slid a finger inside of her. 
If there is one thing I love to do, it's eat pussy. It puts a woman in the palm of your hand sexually because if you do it right, she'll forget every orgasm she ever had, each time. I was led by the hand (and tongue!) with a long swooning, sighing narrative my first time and I haven't forgotten a bit of teacher's lesson.

I'm pretty good at finding the g-spot, but I find it's best to save that until they know your intentions. If you go for it and do it right they think they're going to pee on you and stop everything, so I saved that for later. However, she loved my 2 fingers sliding up into her while I polished her clit with my tongue. Her little bud got fat when it engorged. I like it when they get bigger, like a nipple, but her fat little bump was easy to fully stimulate and her little engorged pussy was ready to kiss my lips when I did.

If neighbors could hear her as she began to come, they would have thought she was murdered while watching the Superbowl. Her constant calling of my name, and the staccato chatter of "yeah"s, "God"s, plus whoops and little screams filled the room as she pressed her pussy ever harder to my mouth. With her arms locking her legs up at her knees and her little fingers stretched to hold her long nipples and my face and fingers in her pussy she was riding the rocket to pleasure bareback waving her hat in the air. Counting the number of O's she had was impossible as you couldn't tell the end of one and the start of the next.
Suddenly she hit the wall for what she could stand. Her arms let her legs go; she bucked my face off her pussy and twisted to lose my fingers. She lay vibrating in a little a fetal ball on the bed in the ambient light from the bathroom and downstairs entryway. Her cute little ass was right in front of me as she shook and tried to say something to me, but all communication functions were not on line yet. As much as I resisted temptation for the first 45 seconds of her in front of me this way, I gave in to my nasty urge to turn my face sideways and give her little puckering asshole a long lick.

That seemed to short circuit the system and she bounced onto her back.

"Robbieeeeeeeeeee, STOP you bad boy. Oh my God my pussy will never be the same!!" She said as she sought me out as I climbed on the bed and smushed my face to hers for a long wet kiss. I don't know if she ever tasted pussy before but she was getting a good taste now, and she didn't seem to mind her own.

The kiss seemed to tame us a bit as I settled down next to her nuzzling my face to her neck.

"I thought I had orgasms before, but THAT was something else. I'm gonna have to lock you up to KEEP you." She said, wishing she hadn't.

"No you won't baby, I'm here and you're here. Look for the potholes instead of the end of the road. If you look for the end you'll hit the potholes." I assured her.

"I have a big mouth and say things without thinking." She pouted.

"Better that than to hide your feelings from me. Just trust me and I'll trust you. I'm trying to concentrate on US. It's you I want, no one else. If that changes, you'll be the first to know." I whispered soft right in her ear.

"Really, you WANT me? That makes me so happy, because I want you too."

"What did you think Gail? I'm not a game player and I knew you wanted me. We have to work together here. Don't be paranoid, just be sincere. I'm here." I whispered back, almost feeling sorry that she didn't know about trust issues after basing her high school romances on sex alone.

"I'm getting it, I really am. While I was putting things away tonight, settling in, I felt so good knowing you were here in the house with me and cared for me. I was feeling confident that you might be mine without having to compete." She said, surprising me that she separated that from her paranoia. "That's the me I want to be. I want to feel sure about things."

"Be sure about me." I said to assure her.

Gail rolled to her side and looked me in the eyes with her tear filled eyes that glistened as they caught the light over my shoulder. She was going to say something, but I just kissed her. When I broke it she went to speak again and I kissed her again. It took one more time for her to know that no words were necessary. She smiled and I felt a hand grab the bulge in my shorts. Our serious talk had let it wane a bit but I was sure she knew ways to get me back to rock hard.

 "Would you like me the way you had me? I would love to do that for you. It would make me happy to feel your pulse in my mouth, hear you groan in ecstasy." She said as she slid down my body kissing my shirt covered chest until she got to where it rode up and she kissed my belly button, licking it.

She knelt up and took the sides of my shorts and pulled them down, my cock catching on them like an errant loose nail. She gently pulled the band up and over me and took my shorts down and off my legs.

"Ooooo you make me crazy for you, you know. I'm not ashamed to admit that I always loved this, but outside of a back seat of a car it's different. With someone you really care for it's different. You're going to get me like no one ever did Robbie. Explode in my mouth so I can feel and taste your passion." She whispered as she placed little kisses on the head of my prong.

I exhaled deeply, saying; "keep talking like that and it's going to go off in your face before you start."

"I excite you that much?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Was my only response.

She bathed the head of my cock with her tongue and traced the rim over and over concentrating on my notch. Then she began to do something that I had only experienced once before, she began to lick the shaft in long wet strokes while holding the head in her thumb and 2 forefingers while working them. She traced down the shaft and then let go of me to hold my balls in her hand. She handled them like little fragile eggs and the way she looked I suspect she had never done this before. She took one and held it to her lips to kiss and then she sucked it in her mouth looking at me for an OK. My eyes rolling in the back of my head must have told her it I liked it. She thoroughly sucked each ball and my sack and just below, coming close to my asshole, but not quite touching it. She licked back up using her fingers to hold my sack to each side while she licked every bit of my whole pubic area. The touch of her mouth and tongue everywhere on me had my plum ready to burst it was so full of blood and begging to be sucked. I had to reach down and squeeze some blood back from it to ease my pain and she looked at me alarmed.

"What's wrong?"

"Too much tease and please, you're driving me crazy." I smiled.

She quickly filled her mouth with the head as I moved my hand away and she began to bob on me, adding her hand to my shaft. I wasn't going to last long now. As I gripped the sheets in anticipation she knew I was close. She let her mouth up to ask me if I wanted to jerk it in her mouth, but I just said "go", and she continued to work on me.
I actually prefer to jerk the orgasm myself to be sure it doesn't get interrupted, but she was doing great and as long as she didn't stop I was fine.
 I teetered on the edge of shooting for almost a minute and thought I would have to use my hand to finish when she placed the flat of her tongue on the back of the head and sucked while she pinched just that much harder with her thumb and fore fingers. That did it! I was off!

I had one hard shot that I assumed she swallowed in a sort of shock because she stopped working her hand on me and I quickly picked it up for her. She never took her mouth from me as I kept jerking and oozing onto her tongue. She pulled her mouth off after a moment and she watched more pearls of semen form at the top, and like the other night, she licked off each one that formed as I watched her. She made eye contact with me each time and exaggerated her swallow to show she was hungry for me. When I could milk no more she took me into her mouth once more and I moved my hand to her cheek and chin and pulled gently to bring her face to mine. She climbed over me and laid on me, her mouth to my neck. I turned my head to kiss her and she acted like I shouldn't want to kiss her, but I insisted with my fingers on her chin. I am not afraid to taste myself in a post sex kiss, just like she wasn't afraid to taste herself.

"Sharing our tastes is part of it all." I said as I kissed her again with a little on my tongue.

She smiled and hugged my neck. "You taste like you, just a lot more than I expected. I'll drink your love anytime."


Chapter 9

We fell asleep like that until about 3 in the morning when I had to get up to pee. I worked my way up without waking her and I covered her. I went back to sleep in my own bed because I didn't want to get into the habit of sleeping together every night. I wanted that to happen, and not be forced. Better to wake together when we could stay in bed together. Our relationship was at the point where we still needed time to be each other. I hoped she understood.

In the morning after my radio went on I lay there thinking about how awesome last night was. I heard her shower go on and remembered that I had to show her the bus route to work today. I got up and went down to start coffee. Then I went back upstairs and got in my shower when I heard hers go off. As I washed I heard a knock at the bathroom door and it cracked open.

"Can I come in?" Her little voice said as I saw her through the glass door.

My smile said yes as I looked at her in her big towel and head wrap.

She sat on the toilet across from me.

"Thanks for covering me up when you left. You were so sweet last night. I'm falling in love with you, you know. Don't stop what you're doing if that's what you want." She said softly, honestly.

I stopped washing and pressed myself up to the glass saying, "I know what I'm doing, what I want to do. You couldn't be any sweeter."

She got up and kissed me through the glass and walked back to the door. Before she went out, she let the towel drop and smiled at me so sexy I thought I might shoot right there.
I am falling in love.  

One of the signs I'm falling in love is that every time I look at her she gets prettier and each little feature becomes more distinct. But I'm really falling in love with HER, the Gail that's inside that beautiful little horny body. I love so many things about her it's hard to pinpoint what brings it all together. I guess the sincerity is the string that ties it all up. If she thinks she's hurt my feelings or made me think less of her she cries real tears. It's not the pouty shit that some girls or women use to get their way, it really hurts her. She really wants to live up to a standard that I hold her up to, I guess. All I've ever told her, or demanded of her was when I was trying to get her to stop the dour Morticia Addams act, was to the point. I simply asked her if she had any pride or self-respect. I must have looked at her in a way that drilled through her hardened exterior. 

She looked back at me like I must be an idiot if I didn't see the dedication she had to being sad poor Gail, the girl God forgot. 

I ripped her head to toe telling her that no one respected her for what she was doing, especially her Mom and Sis. Wouldn't THEY want her to be happy? But I drilled her again on having PRIDE and SELF-RESPECT. In any event I must have hit the right chords because she came out of her cocoon pretty fast, wanting to adapt to real life.

I chuckle now when I think back to last week and how I was going to send her to Rita for a make-over if I thought she kept to her word to me to reconstruct her life. I thought my offer for that was a few weeks away until she said her pubic hair was almost to her belly button and growing up her ass. I think I dialed the phone for Rita within minutes of even envisioning that. I don't know who talked her into going total commando "downstairs", but who ever it was they had to be thinking that she would wake up sexually by exposing herself there.
As my mind raced about our possibilities I dressed and ran down to get the coffee she poured for me. It was fixed how I like it, in my favorite mug. She only smiled as I lifted the mug to my lips and uttered an "ahhh" at the taste and rush the brew gave me.

She sat there wanting to jump out of her skin in excitement over us, fiddling with the finger loop on her cup.

"Soooooo, how was your night last night?" She said, adding a long giggle as an exclamation point.

I would have tried to play it cool, but I felt my face turn red instantly, so I just let out the laugh I tried to stifle for the moment.

"It wassssssssssssssss pretty damn nice. No, even better than that. It was unforgettable. It was . . . . .  the most fun I ever had with any woman at any time. HOW ABOUT YOU?"  I asked loudly.

Involuntarily her lower lip quivered and she looked at me and said, without words, what I already knew.  She went to say something and then just mouthed it and choked with emotion. I got up and went to her across the nook and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I heard her whisper little squeaky words like, "So happy, like nothing before I  . . . uhhhh". I stopped her and just kissed her.

"We'll find the words and ways while we get to know each other. I'm falling in love with you too." I said searching her eyes for reaction and I just saw unspoken joy.

"Come my little school girl, I have to whisk you to the bus." I said offering her my arm.
 She got up and we walked out the door to the street to the corner where 2 other neighbors waited by the mail box for the bus.

In the little sub-division where I was housed a lot of people who worked downtown and in the industrial parks just on the outskirts. Parking in the city was as tough as anywhere and even some of the biggest executives rode the bus to the MARTA station where fast commuter rail brought you deep into the city. The complex where our offices were sat almost at the end of the bus loop before it dropped the bulk of its passengers. A second smaller bus ran a short loop every 7-10 minutes to each of the companies in the office park rather than have the big bus turn in and add to its trip. It's only a twenty minute ride door to door for me. I easily drove it everyday with parking for my company van there.

I got off the bus with Gail and rode the office shuttle with her, buying a monthly pass from the driver. When it pulled up in front of AmeriGas I checked that there was no one I knew looking and kissed her a goodbye quickly. She was off to start her second day at work. I rode the loop of the shuttle and got back to the main road just in time to catch the other bus on its return trip.

"The first day in the big city for the wife?"  The driver said, recognizing me.

"Something like that, she was nervous. I held her hand today." I said smiling at the prospect that she could end up my wife if all was as rosy as it is now.

"She gets on early enough to always get a seat. Don't worry about her." He reassured me.

 Back at the house alone I thought about my feelings for her and how I could nurture this relationship if I kept getting such good feelings and vibes from her. Her character was unquestioned, and that made all the difference to me, because character rooted trust, and trust is the 5 letter word that makes the four letter word, love, work.

While I waited for my toast to pop I realized that I was thinking about her virtues that made me want to love her. With most other girlfriends I would be thinking about the blowjob of a lifetime I got last night, but this was different. The sex took on a different meaning.
Gail was no longer the droll troll who followed Haley around the campus and we kiddingly called "Haley's Comet". She was front and center and leading her own parade.

The rest of her first full week at work at a regular job seemed uneventful for Gail, but things were different behind the scenes. Iggy Cooper took me aside on Thursday saying he had to speak to me.

"Rob, I know you a while now and think of you as my closest friend, and certainly my most trusted confidant. I think there is no way this woman has never worked in an office before and most definitely for a petroleum company. When I ran her Social Security number I get a welfare person in the State of Florida who is AWOL from a Seniors Aide program. They're people the state feeds and provides shelter for as long as they look in on Senior Citizen clients they are assigned. I think she pulled the wool over your eyes." Iggy told me with conviction.

"Ig, come on down to the media room with me." I said as I led him down the hall to the room where we saw Safety update videos, new equipment instructional videos, etc. Each of us were required to see them and allotted a few hours a month to stay updated. They also screened the latest national ads so we knew what the company was telling the customer if we were asked to comment on something. I signed out the latest ad we were running nationally that almost looked like a PSA. 

The ad was called, AmeriFuel-AmeriGas, Your Good Neighbor. The ad featured a lot of clips of my work in Florida in the clean-up sporting my company uniform and company van assisting in keeping people safe at time of crisis. It included the clip of me helping rescue Gail and her client as I freed some debris after the winch lifted a wall, and me helping her from the "tomb" she had been in. I froze the picture where she is pulled out.

"Recognize anyone?" I asked.

Iggy looked close at the screen.

"Ummm, that girl you're pulling out of the wall?"

"Yes, her!"

"For God's sake, that was Gail?"

"Iggy, that's why I'm pretty sure she's all on the level, she dressed that way in college, just not so dramatic." I explained.

"Rob, here's the thing. She walks in here on Monday and with barely a question she looks at what we're doing and she knows it! Now she's been here 4 days and she could lead the department if she knew goals and missions. She gets along with everyone and everybody wants to be her best friend. Ben Berberet from upstairs heard about her and came down to interview her for a position in Geostudies Division and found out she was a temp and went away mad. I mean, she like a lost little sheep in some circumstances, but you put her in front of a CAD screen or talk Geo with her and she's a goddamn encyclopedia. Are we sure Nations Grid can't make a claim to her, or prevent her from working for us? I feel like the kid who sees's the new Corvette in the driveway on the last night of Hanukah and is doing back flips over it never stopping to consider that he's 14 and his family can't afford it. There's a missing piece." Iggy said in exasperation.

"Is there anyone we can trust here in Human Resources?" I asked.

"No, there was just Lisa Lynch and she left to go to Nations Grid." Iggy said doubtfully.

"Is she in HR there?" I asked, thinking the obvious.

"I don't know. They start everyone in customer service there and after I broke a plan to come visit her for a weekend she never called me again. That was before I met Myra and we've been married for almost 2 years, so . . . " Iggy answered knowing what the next question would be.

"So, call there and ask for her. Gail has to have a file there she can tell you something from." I said to prod Iggy.

Iggy called and did locate Lisa and although not really in HR she could access some internal files. There was a file on Gail and it was red flagged as security risk. Apparently she was classified as a radical having radical tendencies and normally would have probably been hired anyway on a trial basis, after spending all the money on her education. However she was supposed to start the weeks after the 911 tragedies and they had to adopt new hire guidelines. They simply passed on her as an expensive precaution in the face of paranoia at the time.
Now, Iggy and I both had to backtrack. Gail was doing work that as a regular employee would need full background check clearance. I felt sure that I could fully vouch for her, but the check had to be run. Homeland Security would have to pass her and Iggy thought it best if I include a statement of my knowledge of her actions since leaving school. I was fully cleared to be on any fuel reserve site with full ID, so my words could carry some weight, IF, there was a problem. While we waited for a result of a clearance check I felt the need to speak to her and arranged a meeting in Iggy Cooper's office. I probably could have gone right to the floor and spoke with her, but I was still paranoid about our connection and arrangement.

Gail was surprised when she knocked and entered Ig's office to find me. Iggy had excused himself through a side door to his office and Gail and I were alone.

"Uh oh, something's wrong! What did I do?" She said as soon as she saw me.

"I guess maybe the problem is that nothing is wrong. I'm laying myself on the line for you today and I feel confident doing it. I just want to clear some things in my head and answer a few questions for Mr. Cooper. This is not a question of anyone not trusting you and your intentions. I've already backed you and vouched for you. Understand that a full background check is required for the work you are doing now and the company isn't really aware what you are doing, just Cooper and me. You weren't hired at Nations Grid because of new hire policies in the wake of the 911 attacks. You told me it was because you refused to change the way you looked and dressed. Is there anything else I should know, some things you said or anything?" I asked looking for assurance.

"Other than calling the Human Resource manager and the Scholarship Recruiter a few choice names and accusing them of discrimination, no. I said all of those things AFTER they said I wasn't going to be hired. (begins to cry) I wanted that job so bad. I was supposed to start on my Moms birthday, September 17th. I thought that was a good omen and maybe my life would change. Instead I felt like I was kicked in the teeth again. All that summer I would sit and imagine myself working just like I am now. I would be smiling happy and making new friends to validate a positive outlook and make myself have a better attitude on life. Then God kicked me in the teeth again and I slowly sunk in the quicksand until you pulled me out!" She finished with tears streaming down her face.

I went over and locked the office doors and went to her. I knelt by the chair and offered to hold her. She fell into my arms and I patted her back and told her everything was alright. We stood and continued to hold each other until she composed herself.

"So everything here about you, your job, your new friends, is all on the level. You're just bringing back your giddy anticipation of that summer. You really are as happy as it all looks, because I have to tell you, you act like a veteran of this type of situation. So much so that Iggy was finding it hard to believe you could be this poised on a first job. He really thought you had pulled the wool over his eyes." I told her to make her understand the "why" of all this.

"I've lived my perception over and over in my head almost like a little girl plays house. Working with people, working for a big company that wanted me for my brains, having friends in the office. . . . . . . Silly, huh?" She said as I walked her to the door.

Just as I put my hand on the knob to open it she took it away and held it to her heart.

"The other part of that fantasy was going home to a man who loved me and took care of me and made me laugh and made me happy. When I was playing "house" in my head, that man was always you."

How could I not kiss her right here and now, office or no office?

"We'll try our best to live up to that, OK? Let's let things happen and see where our fortunes fall. Good things happen, but you know I'm sharing your dream."  I said just before I did kiss her.

As sure as she was falling in love with me, I was falling in love with her.

I paged Iggy on his cell and he came back up to his office.

"The security clearance will come back clean. The only blip might be the Nations Grid refusal to hire her. She made have made some statements of perceived threatened nature to the HR rep and recruiter, but only after she was refused, and that was based mostly on the way she dressed. What she accused them of, discrimination, was probably the case, as well. This is the atmosphere she always wanted, to work with people and to show off her brains, her skills. This is not a stupid woman. I just wish you knew the size of the kick in the ass I gave her to wake her up from what she was doing." I told Iggy, and as I did so a smile came across his face.

"So, what's so amusing?" I asked.

He held up 3 sheets of blue security paper. When the fax printed on light blue paper it denoted official documents, usually for personnel or security files.

"Since she graduated from college she went to Nations Grid for a job and then worked for welfare departments and Salvation Army type deals all over the west coast and then across the south, basically working for warm shelter and food. She's donated blood for money 11 times and the last job was a work for essentials detail in Florida, assisting senior shut-ins. It's all like you said. No gray-outs, no red flags." Iggy said tapping the sheets to his chin with a smile.

"Whew! I was 99% sure of her but, hey you never know. The fact she hadn't seen me in 3 years, had no idea where I might be and that she thought of me while trapped in that building and recognized my voice when I called out is all too surreal. Fate is one thing, but this woman got a personal shove from the big guy Himself. Iggy, I think I'm falling in love with her." I admitted.

 Yeah? Well, me too. She's going to bring my department back in line with goals and may even change the way we do things. Let's hope her outlook never changes." He said as we parted in the hallway and went back to our tasks.

When I got home that night I hoped Gail had taken the initiative to make dinner. I was tired and didn't feel like dealing with it. However as I ran things through my head on the way home I remember telling her I had dinner planned out, so I doubt if she did anything. As much as it went against my health regimen, ordering a pizza seemed a sure thing. I half expected her to be out shopping now that she had learned the bus route to the local mall. Thursday was pay night and local banks had tellers at the office to cash checks and hopefully open accounts. She only had 3 days pay in her check, but it was more than she had seen, besides what she borrowed from me, in a long while. I was glad she was taking pride in how she looked and had complained about having just 3 or 4 work outfits.


Chapter 10

When I came in the backdoor from the garage I was noticed there were no lights or music playing and the mall scenario played right in my head. Mail was on the cutting board and as I turned to go up stairs I saw her blazer on the floor. As I went to pick it up I saw her blouse on the floor in the dining room. Then as I caught on I picked up her skirt, slip, pantyhose, bra and panties as I followed the trail up the stairs. Under her thong panties at the top step there was a condom. By the time I saw her pantyhose I was excited and by the time I got to the top step I was taken in by her come on.

The door to her room was ajar and I opened it, walking in with an armful of her clothes. She was smiling under the sheet, reclining on her side.

"I couldn't get you out of my mind today, especially after you put your faith and confidence behind me. I wanted you when you touched me in Mr. Cooper's office and couldn't get that out of my mind for the rest of the afternoon. Let's make tonight a play night, but I need you inside me, a part of me, NOW. Come, be with me." She said in a soft gauzy voice as she peeled back the sheet to reveal her beautiful body. 

In only the almost 2 weeks at work, taking advantage of the employee gym she had just about tightened up her little belly that bothered her so, and she apparently she was keeping a daily regimen of shaving herself and keeping her package very neat. Her vagina looked like that of a young girl, her pink little slit hiding her engorged lips and pubis that blossomed when she opened her legs to invite me.

She crooked her finger and ordered me to undress.

"Come and then we'll shower together and explore each other. Never mind dinner, I know what I want to eat, and I have something for you as well." She said in her sirens voice.

"God, Gail I'm hard and ready and want you as bad as you want me, but I have the grit of the day on me." I protested.

"Come HERE, I want to feel YOU and smell YOU." She purred.

I began unbuttoning my shirt and pushed it down my arms and off quickly and unhooked my belt and unsnapped my pants in one motion. Once my pants got below my waist my underwear did a poor job of concealing my erection. Gail motioned me over and as I pulled my shorts over and off my cock she took the condom from me and opened it. She looked at me and winked.

"I haven't done this is a long time, but I think you'll like it."

She took the condom and fit the end over the head. She lowered her mouth onto me and as her lips and fingers unrolled the safety onto me she took me all the way into her mouth until she gagged, bouncing up with a cough and a giggle.

"Blechhhhh." She said with a sour smile as she spit the taste of the latex into her fingers.

She lay back on the bed and drew her knees up while opening her legs. I needed no more invitation as I put one hand on the bed beside her for leverage and placed the plum of my cock at her little slit and slid in.

"Ooooooofff! You feel so damn big in me, but I love it!" She said as she reached up for me and pulled my face to hers as our bodies melded together.

Our tongues danced and probed each others mouths reacting to each little quiver of pleasure we felt as the barrel of her vagina hugged and squeezed my cock. I began to move in and out of her as I grew impatient to feel the friction of our union. She began to react immediately with a deep exhale into my mouth. She was ready to come almost instantly. Although I wasn't in the best position to thrust hard, I didn't want to stop and move already. Her hands on my upper biceps and then in my shoulder blades told me of her orgasms with the grip and pressure she put on me. Her white perfect skin just above her breasts and her face turned a bright red and then suddenly flushed white as he spasms swept through her like earth quakes. When I was sure the second had subsided I pulled back from her and told her to move up and on the bed more so I could fully be on the bed as well. She snaked back and looked at me with a devilish look and rolled to her stomach and raised her ass up for me. Her pussy was wet and copious white wads of her juices were in the folds of her lips. I threaded into her as an ungodly noise came from deep in her throat as I filled her. I held myself there for a second but couldn't resist my urge to fuck her hard to satisfy my lust. I held her ass tightly and slapped my abdomen to her ass with a noise that rang in the room. A constant throaty wail came from her throat as she came again, squeezing my cock with her muscles. I was sure to come soon, but I wanted to enjoy her and bring her off at least once more so I stopped my stroking and hunched up onto her wrapping my hands under her kneeling form and grasped her tits as I hugged up to her back my hands crossed under her, my right hand on her left breast, my left on her right.

She hummed a constant satisfaction cycle as I held her to me, buried deep inside of her.

"Come for me Robbie. Fuck me hard and give me your balls juice." She moaned.

It was all I needed to hear to remember the need to get my own nut off right there.

I knelt back and held her ass tightly as I began to fuck her in earnest. I looked down at her sweet, gorgeous, ass, its cute little hole winking at me and I had to touch it. I loaded my thumb with copious spittle and pressed it slowly and firmly to her notch. She let me in easily with a little jump of surprise.

"Ohhh I'm so full!" She said as I skewered her.

I was mad at myself already for doing this, letting my prurient passion get the best of me. It was no secret to her that I adored her ass, but I didn't want to push the envelope on an anal coupling. I felt it was something that should be saved for a more committal time or juncture in our relationship. 

I felt her muscles working on both my thumb and my cock as she lowered her shoulders a bit and rested her face on her cheek as she puffed a hiccoughed sound as another orgasm overtook her. Overtook is the right word to choose for how her spasms swept over her. She simply seemed to be plugged into some other plain or level of conscious, her body shook and the only emotion was her voice which cried out her pleasure.

I was reaching my nadir and I began to slam into her, now aware to keep my thumb still so as not to insinuate I was interested in taking her there, at least right now. I wanted to stay within her as long as I could before I filled the condom. I'm sure if I ripped the condom off and presented it to her mouth she would take it, but it just seemed too far away from the act of love this was. Damn, there was that word again (love) and I was feeling it more and more.

Semen was surging up my shaft as I pulled from her and ripped my condom off using the hand that had been in her butt to stroke my orgasm up.

I screeched loudly as I shot a blast of spooge all the way up her back to her hair. I leaned back on my knees and squeezed another moonshot to the center of her back before moving up over her more to drain my dribblings onto her back instead of her pussy. I wanted to fall onto her, but was afraid of getting of getting some magic potion in her and defeating the purpose of the condom. I fell instead to her side and rested my head right beside hers. Gail's eyes were still closed enjoying the end of her orgasm as mine was turning cold on her back.

"You excite me to no end, you really do. Your trail of clothes is from a campy movie, but it sure did the trick in conveying what was up. When I saw your pantyhose I was ready to bust out of my pants. You can really drive me crazy." I said while she giggled, proud she had "gotten me".

"I like to make you happy. I know you're not happy about the condoms, but I'm taking care of that. In the meantime you could have gone the other way. I've noticed you like my butt." She cooed, still in her post orgasm reverie.

"I'm sorry about that. I was a pig for doing that today. I won't lie and tell you I'm not interested, but we should save that for a special time when we're more sure about us." I apologized.

Gail lowered her ass and lay flat then rose up on her elbows to look at me to speak.

"Why do I get the feeling that you think I'm trying to rush things and that you are trying to orchestrate our relationship? You're always the one who says to let it take its course, but then you say that this isn't right now and we shouldn't do that here. I'm a big girl and I can't help that I'm falling in love with you. It's NOT just about the sex Rob. It's you I'm interested in. I KNOW that if we slept together every night we would be wearing each other out and it would be about the sex. I'm NOT trying to rush the relationship. Remember that I was celibate for 7 years and you've shown me more pleasure from sex in a few nights than I ever experienced or thought possible. I like pleasure and want to explore it, and I want to explore it with you. I'm not trying to rush us, but I do know what I want. The last thing I want to do is get hurt or hurt you. Right now, whether you want to recognize it or not we are falling in love and becoming a part of each others lives. I know that you said you were falling in love with me, but I somehow think you're holding back. If you're holding back, you aren't letting it take its course. When I said you could have had me back there, I meant it because I want to please you, because I care for you. It doesn't mean I was trying to pull you in deeper in the relationship. I like sex and when I was a kid I took part in it pretty freely. After doing without it for so long I know how precious and special it is and what it means and what mistakes I made when I was a teenager. You also don't want to recognize that I DO owe you something for saving me from myself, but I am not, nor do I plan to pay it off with sex. I'm not in this relationship to that end. What I owe you for showing me the shiny side of the coin I will pay off in respect for you by continuing to show you that I will work hard to uphold the chances you took for me. If I walk out that door tomorrow, that is something I will continue to do. You saved my life."

"Wow!" I said. "I didn't think I was THAT controlling, or appeared to be that controlling. I DO want to let the relationship take its own course, but I might be trying to pull the reigns unknowingly, I might add. I do not want to see you hurt, especially when I could be the one hurting you. That end is becoming more remote right now as it appears we are on the same page. If we end up hurting each other afterwards, after we've had a relationship, knowing we tried together, it will make that hurt easier to accept. I've just been afraid that this relationship could be unrequited if you took away the sex, but now I know it's not that way. I am more than willing to move on with this relationship how it has been and accept any road it takes. We're both intelligent people, but I admit to babying you a bit while I thought you were coming out of your former life. I'm sorry for that and I won't act that way with you anymore, no more eggshells. I want to continue falling in love with you." I admitted.

"Well, to THAT end, I went and saw the company nurse today to get some information. She showed me where Planned Parenthood was and set me up with a gynecologist right here on the bus line that has Saturday hours. I'm doing this for you and me. I want to be able to freely make love to you spontaneously, and be healthy. Until we can do that, I still want you to please me, and I want to please you. Now, you admitted you were gritty from the day, and you've sprayed love juice all over me, why don't we take a nice long shower together and explore each others bodies, touch each other, taste each other and enjoy each other?" She said as she moved to kiss me.

"That would be nice. I've never done that before and doing it with you would be special." I said as I began to get up.

"It's a first for me too; it just sounds sexy as hell. I mean, I've never been with a man that close, that intimate. Thrashing around in the back seat before and these few times with you is all I know." She said as she took my arm. "I'm not trying to say I'm innocent or anything, you know that, it's . . . . . "

"Shhhhhhhhhhh," I interrupted her. We don't need details from each others past. Now is now, then is past."

She smiled back and hugged me as we got to the shower and I began to run the water, testing it for temperature.

My bathroom is one of the largest rooms upstairs in my home. The house was custom built for a couple where the man was disabled. Before they ever occupied their home, the gentleman died of complications from MS. I bought the house from his wife after she could not live in it with its special accommodations, each reminding her too much of his painful past. The doorways are extra wide; there are ramps to the front porch instead of stairs and ramps off the deck. The bathroom featured a 5 X 5 shower stall with a molded seat in the corner and 2 sets of continuous grab bars at 2 and 4 feet. The tub is one of those old fashioned sloop shaped ones with the high back that I guess is good for reclining in the water jets, but I've never used it. There was also a bidet which I had not used or filled with water yet. The counters in the bathroom are a little high, I would suspect for a wheelchair to be able to get closer. I removed a track along the wide staircase for a lift chair, but left all the other special features as they make little difference to me.

 We got in the shower and held each other tightly as we got wet and rinsed before I grabbed the soap. I worked a big hand full of lather and had her step back out of the water. I took both hands to her breasts and began a fondle-wash working my hands in circles, making sure I kept brushing her hard long nipples with my thumbs. I eventually turned her around with her neck backed into my shoulder as I massaged her breasts to her moaning delight. I eventually worked the lather up her chest and around her neck while I began to nibble at her ear.

Little by little I soaped and rinsed every part of her tight little body much to her delight. Eventually I stopped the shower flow and she looked at me questioning. I backed her up to the molded seat and she went to sit down and I stopped her and coaxed her to raise one leg on the seat. I kissed her wet face and as our mouths melded she gasped into my mouth as 2 of my fingers slid up into her now open pussy. I continued to saw them in and out until I slowly went to my knees and parted her raised leg a bit more and took her engorged clit into my mouth. Though the shower flow was off, she was dripping wet in anticipation as I licked, sucked, and playfully bit around her mons and through the folds of her pussy. I saw her straight leg tremble just as I felt her give her pussy to me, pressing it even harder on my mouth.
The wails and growls from deep in her throat signaled her orgasm further as her hand came behind my head and pulled my mouth even tighter to her clit. I heard her breath catch as she vibrated to my tongue and wetness oozed into my mouth. It was sweet-like and thin, not copious like a woman's natural lube is. I craned my neck a bit to see her face and it was white and stiff and she suddenly whooped loudly and pulled away from me collapsing to one knee on the seat and turning her head and shoulders to the molded wall. I wrapped my arms around her torso and hugged my head to her back. She was trying to talk but she wasn't making a sentence, almost as if confused and then she giggled loudly at her self and tried to move toward me and I simply pulled her off the seat and we lay together on the floor of the shower. 
She looked at me embarrassed and then smiled again.

"I felt like I was about to pee and then I think I passed out or something. That was intense. Where did you learn to drive a woman crazy like that?" she asked rhetorically.

"You just taught me, I followed you." I said as I ran my foot up the glass outer wall to the pause lever of the shower and let the flow rain on us to her surprise.

"Ohhhh, the water feels so good. If I can stand up, let me wash you." She said hoping to take charge.

We both rolled to our knees and I got up first helping her get to her feet. She took the soap and began to lather my chest out of the spray and then spreading the lather around as much as she could, even up under my arms as I lifted them to accommodate her. She turned me towards the spray and began to later my back, letting her newly grown finger nails rake lightly as she washed me. I was pretty hard already, but the tingle from her back wash and tender scratch sent a rush through me that sent me to full alert. She ran her hands down to my ass cheeks and she lathered then good, little by little insinuating her hands between them feeling me, feeling a man for the first time all over. She ran her fingers over and over my asshole, as if exploring and then she slid her hand lower and grabbed my scrotum quickly and whipped her hand out and turned me around, I think mostly to get my facial reaction to her exploration.

She took the soap and lathered her hands. With her eyes affixed to mine while I stood outside the spray she grabbed my penis and began to run her soapy hands over it. One hand slipped below and began a lathery massage of my balls and every area you might call my crotch. As her washing got more intent she knelt before me and looked ever so closely at my equipment, fully exploring it for the first time. When she was satisfied I was clean she finished with each hand running from base to tip over and over again, a motion that had she persisted would have had me shooting off in minutes.

Instead she got to her feet and turned me towards the spray to rinse, with help from her inquisitive little hands. Once fully rinsed she grabbed the flow pause handle and turned it down and off. She backed to the molded seat and sat down holding me by the hand. She sat on the edge of the seat and put her arms around me, working around my stiff protuberance. Her hands ran up my back as she turned her face to the side pressing her ear to my stomach and hugging hard. She eased up and looked up at me as she ran her hands up my chest feeling every muscle, pinching at my nipples a bit. She slid her hands around to my back and ran them down until she held my ass in both her hands. She groped and massaged it in her hands, holding each buttock tightly, her fingers reaching well into my crease near my asshole. Then she slid her hands away to my lower hips and looked up at me, my hard and waiting penis just in front of her mouth.

"I used to wonder why women did this; it didn't seem to make much sense. I was talked into it the first time and did it to make a boy happy and make sure I kept him as a boyfriend. Later I did it to remain popular and always have a date. It was never anything I minded, but I can't say I looked forward to it and no one ever finished in my mouth. I was being a bad girl and making sure I was the popular one.
My first night with you was the first time I ever did it out of affection. I wanted to make you happy and feel you in my mouth. It was really an animal-like thing. When I began to taste you I knew you were going to shoot off. It was where I usually backed away and watched. I hesitated, unsure of what my feral instincts were telling me. As I lifted my mouth from you it exploded on the roof of my mouth and my teeth. Instead of retching, the sensual smell and odd taste of what did get in my mouth intrigued me. My senses flared as I became a sexual animal and wanted to gobble you up, but the white drops you pushed out would have to do. I finally understood the loving feral sex aspect of it all.
(deep sigh)
Rob, common sense tells me that psychologically I would want to fall in love with my rescuer, but I always loved you in some sense. You were the subject of my dreams and fantasies when I thought what my failed life could have been. These few weeks have been an amazing journey for my feelings, my life and everything about me. One thing I know now, and is constant in my life, that I can say with full realization, is that . . .  I Love You. It's no puppy love or fascination. It's not infatuation. I've just held and touched every inch of you and I know you better than any man I've ever come to know. I will do what I can to make you happy and I hope you fall in love with me as well." 

She took her eyes away from mine and kissed the tip of my cock and then opened her mouth and let her mouth slide over it. She bobbed her head a few times and put her hands behind me and drew me to her to show she wanted me to fuck her mouth. In my excited state I needed little coercion. After I stoked a few times she tipped her head back a bit to look into my eyes as I stood there stroking myself in and out of her mouth while I held my ass in my hands. My feelings over flowed at the sight of her giving herself to me, and making love to me in every sense of the words; I told her what I knew too.

"I Love You too." I said in exultation

She closed her eyes and hummed in relief and exhilaration. I needed no more of any prodding to make me come. Her pretty mouth around me in adoration, her bouncy breasts bobbing under her face and her adoring eyes telling me she loved me right back pushed me over.

As I groaned and sounded off as I came in her mouth while her tongue washed over and over my crown as she sucked and swallowed all of the semen I could muster, so close to my last orgasm. I became intensely oversensitive too soon to my liking. 

"Oh Gail, GAIL!" I shouted as I pulled away and closed my palm over my hurting member.

Gail stood and put her arms around me and backed me up a step as she reached and flipped the flow pause handle to the "on" position letting the shower run over our heads. As if by cue, she burst into laughter and brought her mouth to mine to kiss me under the water. If I worried about tasting myself on her mouth, it was erased by the fact that I wanted her mouth so much. Yes, I really could admit to her that I was in love with her. For the first time in my life I was saying I Love You and meaning it right down to my core heart.

As we necked under the water I held her shapely ass cheeks in my hands kneading them, squeezing them while she caressed my back. I could have stayed there like that forever.
Eventually we washed each others hair and rushed to get out of the stall as the water was becoming cool. Wordlessly we dried each other and walked arm in arm to my bedroom and reclined on the bed.

Smiling and smooching we dozed off intermittently, waking each other with a kiss when we saw the other nod off. One last time I felt a rustle on the bed when I must have slipped into a deeper sleep and opened my eyes to her gorgeous pussy and ass right over my face as I felt her mouth engulf me. I did have life left in my cock but she was in no hurry to bring me to climax as she lovingly licked, kissed and sucked at my entire genital area.

I nibbled and sucked at her little slit, avoiding her clit as long as I could tease her. I took the opportunity to lower her a bit and give her ass crease and cute little asshole the tongue lashing and licking I had wanted to do from the time I saw her walk out of Rita's. From her reaction, no one had ever eaten her ass before, but she surely loved it. After I got back to her pussy and began to work at her clit she had decided it as time to bring me off as well. Her mouth pressure intensified and her head went into a steady rhythmic bob as one of her hands began to massage my balls. I could feel the stirrings of my third orgasm in the past 2 or 3 hours, probably a new record, for me at least.

I began to flick her clit with my tongue which turned out to be quite a tease as she eventually pushed her pussy right into my face to get me to suck at it. When I would suck hard at her clit my cock would go deep in her mouth with extra suction and speed. I could feel her having little orgasms and at one point I think she worked on a good one as her head flew off my cock and her hand took the sloppy wet prong and stroked me fast and hard while she cried out in pleasure. The second time she did this brought my orgasm up fast, so fast she almost missed it.

"Gail, that's it! It's there, there!" I hollered, my mouth muffled by the pussy in it, but she heard me and pushed the head into her mouth as she kept stroking it while she came as well.

I was surprised at the volume of semen I had on this third spasm, as I expected little more than a dribble. However, I had one wad shoot, not ooze, to the back of her throat, almost choking her, her teeth scraping me as she struggled not to gag. She quickly recovered and hummed her pleasure as I continued to ooze into her mouth while her next orgasm grew under my tongue. She pulled her head off me as that spasm over took her as she scrambled to get my mouth off her sensitive clit. We were both W-A-Y over spent and over sensitive for any further teasing as she fell away beside me and we both dozed off quickly in sexual exhaustion. One thing I realized after other semi-failed attempts at 69, doing it with a woman almost as tall as yourself makes it all a lot easier to reach all the goodies without disturbing the others task at hand.

Falling asleep after sex is the stereotype most men live under, and in this case I would have challenged any man to beat it. Three heavily teased love making scenarios in the matter of a few hours were draining and exhausting. Since my very first night of sex and my very first night with Haley had I performed 3 times in such a short period. Of those 3 occasions, this was the first time it wasn't just lust with little or no teasing or foreplay involved. I made love to a woman that I loved and except for the fact that my dick hurt from overuse and my balls were hiding in my ass, I would have went again.


Chapter 11

I woke up and looked around the dark room confused about where or when it was. The good feeling in my loins reminded me of the evening of love and lust and I looked for Gail. She was gone from the room, but I did see the numbers on the clock, 11:45. I had sleepy in sexual exhaustion for about 2 hours. Under the closed door I saw lights from the hallway and I got up and slipped on pajama pants and went to look for Gail.

As soon as I opened the door I heard her humming happily from the laundry room on the second floor (great idea - wash and dry the clothes where you take and put them on, instead of dealing with a basement trip). I padded quietly past her room and looked in at her sitting at the folding table. There were 7 or 8 little stacks clothes, socks, various underwear, pants, towels, plus shirts and blouses on hangers. She was sitting on a stool humming happily as she folded things seeming more content than I ever saw her. I leaned on the doorway to just watch her so happy, just being herself. As I watched I realized that I hadn't done any laundry the whole time back from Florida. Things had been in the drawers when I looked for them. Normally when they weren't, I stayed up half the night doing laundry. She must have been doing it right along. Knowing she had only 5 or 6 outfits and some leisure clothes and underwear, I should have realized she was washing almost every couple days.

Something must have told her there was a presence in the room as she looked over her shoulder to see me watching her.

She only said "Hi sleepyhead, was I too much for you?", and I felt my loins stir again. I had no chance of performing, but the spirit was willing.

I walked in behind her and slipped my arms under hers as I leaned and kissed the side of her neck. She inhaled and exhaled deeply and tipped her head to look at me.

"Thank you for my life. I feel I've died and went to heaven. Can this moment never change?" She whispered confidently.

"You just needed the boot in the pants, everything else has been you. I love you for all you've made of yourself. You are a wonderful woman and I don't know how you turned it off for all those years. I hope the bitterness is gone." I chided her.

"It is. As bitter as I was, I've found I can be just as happy. So much so that the bitterness has faded and the happy memories of Mom and Sis live brightly in my heart and my mind, and I have you to thank for that. They live with me all the time."

"Do you think they're happy with me, happy with the way we've fallen for each other?" I asked.

She turned around on the stool to face me and she took her hands to the sides of my face and brought it close to hers.

"My Mom had a hard time with my running around when I was just 14 or 15. She knew from finding my pills and I suppose even looking at my under clothes, that I was not a good girl. But my Mom was very sexual and always had a steady boyfriend. I used to hear her at times at night and she was every bit as loud as I've been with you. I wanted to be that happy and perhaps that's what I was looking for when I was "tomcatting", as she called it. For me to be really in love and enjoying myself and my body so much, she would be VERY happy for me AND you. After she sent me off to live with Auntie Midge, she cleaned up her act so Sis wouldn't end up like me. I don't know if it worked, but I know her heart was in the right place when she sent me away. Sis would tell me she cried for me a lot. That made that fateful morning hurt that much more. Now I know I feel her spirit with us. It's weird but those times when I feel I'm about to pass out it feels so good, I think she's hugging me. Weird, huh?" She said without even a little tear or lip quiver. She was accepting it all now.

"I don't think it's weird, I think it's sweet and you should be happy to feel that way. She was a good smart woman who loved her daughter so much that she made hurtful sacrifices that showed she was not selfish about her own need to be with you. If she was half as smart as you, she was a great Mom. You always call your sister Sis, what was her real name?" I wondered, trying to add some personality to my image of her.

"She was Cecelia, after my Mom's Mom. She was CeCe for a while but it became Sis and it was always Sis. In her yearbook at school, it was Sis." She said, showing a little quiver in her lip.

I hugged her closely as she pulled me tightly to her.

"We can go to San Diego and visit the gravestones sometime if you like. Introduce me, OK?" I asked.

"I would like that. You are so sweet to me." She whispered.

"Come on, let's get to bed. We both have to work in the morning, TGIF." I said pulling her.

"No, let me put this stuff away and I'll go in my own bed tonight. Let's save sleeping together for special nights when we can stay in bed in the morning. We are lovers, but for living as lovers, it would be too soon for us. Every night would be like tonight, and that would make these special nights not as special." She said sadly.

"You're right, as much as I would like it too. We have the weekend to ourselves." I said as I kissed her deeply and said goodnight.

As I went back to sleep I heard her puttering, putting away clothes and was even aware, as I dozed off, of her coming in my room and putting things in my drawers. She came to the bed and kissed my cheek. I wanted that moment to last forever. It was pure affection I had never felt before.

The morning brought a shower of good feelings as I woke wishing she were here next to me. But, alas, as I professed just a few weeks and days earlier, taking it slow to be sure meant treating each other as roommates first and lovers later. Our times together would be "dates". When schedules allowed the ability to stay together and share sleep we would, but taking each other for granted in that manner would have to wait. Sleeping together, and I do refer to the sleeping part, is a most intimate act that culminates with the waking together and starting the day together. To do that at this stage would lead to a certain amount of taking each others presence for granted. As far as we had went in our love making and proclamations of same to each other, our relationship was still in its infancy, a fact we both seemed to grasp quite easily.

"Robbie, are you up?" I heard her yell as she zipped past my door and pushed it open as I saw her disappear down the stairs. Moments later, after I assume, brewing coffee, she was back up the stairs to kiss me goodbye. By the time I finished my shower she would have poured her travel cup of coffee and be at the bus.

"It's Friday, do we have any special plans for tonight?" She asked in between smooches.

"We could go to dinner and a movie, or just stay here and watch the birds in the yard. I'm open for anything. I have all next week off, so I'm not in a hurry to cram a lot of things into the weekend." I answered with a kiss and hug.

"There's a bunch that goes out for drinks after work on Friday, would you mind?" She asked.

"No, not a problem, but unless you can get a ride I'd rather you didn't take the bus. You can call me for a ride. OK?" I asked.

"They say they usually break up by 7, you can just get me on the way home. I'll let you know where we're going." She said as she gave me one more peck and was off to work.

I was happy she was making friends at work and taking part in their office rituals. She was adapting to a regular life as if she had it all planned out in her head, and I wonder if she hadn't just done that.

During the course of that work day I was in and out of my own office but I did check my messages and saw there was one from her. It was simply an "I Love You" and asking me to get her at Fuddruckers in the Perimeter Mall. She would meet me out front after 7:30.

This last day before my week off was longer than most, devoted to updated data and training. The 6 hour ordeal was my 4 in a series of such and after passing a test on the set of four, I could get my degree updated and sanctioned and put me in line for the next step on the pay scale. Days like this put me back in school again, taking notes and studying, but it was worth it. The industry had taken a lot of major strides in the past 3 years and I was sure to keep up with the technology. At one point during the day it struck me that Gail seemed to be up in the latest tech in geological CAD and gas and fuel research. How did she do it?

The last session of the class finished with a sign up for the certification exam that we were all required to take. There was one review scheduled and I planned to be in attendance for that as well. It all took place on my next rotation back to Atlanta.

After the class I officially signed out of the on-call register that left me free for the next 9 days until I need be in the Mobile/Pensacola district. I was off to the Perimeter Mall to get Gail.
 The Fuddruckers she was at was on the Mall access and as not connected to the Mall. They had Happy Hour specials and a DJ on Fridays in the lounge with a small dance floor. It was a noted AmeriFuel hang-out on Friday.

As I pulled up in front to let her see my truck I saw her in front with another woman from the office I knew, Shelly. Shelly had been my running partner in a couple Cancer Runs, marathons and I knew her as a friend. She had been married, but went through an ugly divorce. I was her shoulder to cry on at the time. Getting back into running shape was her broken heart therapy, plus she could vent on me. Shell had been around the block more than once and wasn't too trusting of men. Once she found my friendship was out of the "boyfriend" realm we became coffee friends at work and even went to a movie or two. She was a few years older than me and I never really looked at her as a love interest. She was a good ear and liked hockey. In short, we just hit it off and both of us needed a friend that we didn't need to worry about falling for. If you like the expression "like a sister", then that was it.
 As I got closer it was apparent that Gail had been crying and was upset. Shelly was there as support until I got there. She came right out and opened the door and let Gail in and squat down to talk.

"Hi Rob, Gail's a little upset, but OK. She had an incident here with an asshole from work, but she handled it well." Shelly said trying to put the best light on it.

"Who? What happened?" I said looking at Gail to be sure she was OK

"That fuckin' Blark hit on her and wouldn't leave her alone once she rejected him and he kept on drinking. You know, the usual shit for him." Shelly said rolling her eyes knowing I knew the score already.

Dave VanBlarcum was a self-proclaimed ladies man-stud. He did have stunning clean-cut good looks, but his ego and good looks usually left him out of bounds with a clear thinking woman. His M-O was to come on strong and leave no doubt what his intentions were. It must have worked often enough because he hadn't changed in years, but he dealt with the rejection by drinking and he was an ugly drunk and local police knew him well. He was probably only allowed in Fuddruckers with a promise of good behavior. If he was in his AmeriFuel uniform shirt, he was probably done. He had worn out many warnings.

"He came over to our table and made his way around saying hello and doing the shoulder massage thing with all four of us. I told her to not pay attention to him and he might go away after he had a few words with each of us, and it worked out that way. When I got us with Wendy to go to the ladies room he came over and sat beside her and whispered in her ear." Shelly explained.

Gail finally spoke up.

"He says "what does it take to get in your pants? The rest of these girls can vouch for my skills." So I said that first he ought to grow up and act like an adult, and I got up and moved to the bar to order another round for all of us, Margo just sat there because I guess she has slept with him and was embarrassed. He came up behind me at the bar and squeezed my ass wanting to whisper in my ear, but I didn't give him a chance because I slapped him. The bouncer was already looking for him and saw the whole thing. He grabbed him and had already called the police once he saw he was drunk." Gail said sniffling, but girding herself knowing she did nothing wrong.

"As the bouncer began to try and quietly escort him out there was a lot of talking back and forth and pointing fingers. When Blark saw the cops come in the front door he went crazy and didn't go quietly. He started shouting that he had slept with Gail and she wouldn't leave him alone, and she asked for money for oral sex and stuff like that. People were staring and that's when we went into the manager's office and waited until now. She told me about you and I assured her she was with a good man.  (pause) You know Rob, you don't have to worry about the fraternization rules. The road men who are in the office for a week a month aren't held to that. I'm a counselor on the EEO hotline and you would be OK to let people know if you two are an item." Shelly informed him.

Gail was gathering her emotions, but needed a hug and scooted over to my side and we kissed and embraced.

"Are you going to be OK Gail?" Shelly asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine now Shelly. Thanks so much for your help and coming to my rescue. I thought I had handled it well, but I didn't know he was such a jerk." Gail said, seemingly fully composed.

"Thanks Shell. Are you all set for a ride?" I asked.

"I'm riding with Margot and I'm going to give her a piece of my mind for not jumping in when he tried to move in. I don't care if he did get into her pants with that line of shit, she found out fast what kind of asshole he was. Gail, I'll call you tomorrow early and get you to the doctors." Shelly told her.

Gail turned to me and answered my question before I could ask it.

"We talked a little girl talk and I told her I was going to the OB/GYN tomorrow and she said she would drive me and show me where it was." She told me confidently.

I just nodded my head and Shelly closed the door and we were off.

"Don't be mad about her driving me tomorrow. I really need a woman to talk to about, you know, woman things, girl talk. Once she said how she knew you, I knew I could trust her." Gail said as she rubbed her eyes of tears and redness.

"You picked a good friend there baby. She is one of my best friends." I assured her.

"Never any hanky-panky, right?" She said to be reassured.

"No, never even the thought of it. We aren't that way at all." I proclaimed.

"I began to panic in there and she centered me. She said she saw the look on my face and knew I was withdrawing." Gail said relieved she found a friend.

"Oooo all this psyche talk, we all had psychology minors or at least classes. You're sure you're OK?"

"I'm fine. I hadn't been hit on in a million years but I didn't expect it to be so frank and straight forward. When he grabbed my ass I knew I had to show him who he was fucking with. I was pissed. I've never let anyone treat me like that in public, especially a dirt ball like that. I hope I run into him in the hallways." Gail said getting more and more bravado as she thought about the incident.

"I don't think you'll be seeing him. He may have had his last chance with us.  We kind of guaranteed the State of Georgia that he would be sober when he was working or on call. If was wearing our uniform, he's done, or at least suspended until he goes through the treatment again." I assured her.

"The cops knew him be name when they came in."

"That's why he's obviously canned or suspended.  So, ummm . . . . what do you want to do tonight?" I asked.

"Can we just get something to bring home to eat? I don't feel like going out again, and I've had 3 drinks, so I'm a little bent. I think I'll be in bed early." She said.

"Ohh? I was hoping you might sleep with me tonight. Not necessarily for making love, but to be together." I had hoped out loud.

"Ummmm, maybe not tonight. My doctor appointment is for 9 and I should really be up at 7:30 or so. I want to be able to stay in bed with you after we wake up. I've never woken up with a man before, much less one that I loved." She said with a bright smile coming over her face.

I understood her feelings so we did just what she wanted. We stopped and picked up barbeque and she went to bed early and I stayed up to watch baseball.

I was feeling very much at home with a woman I loved. I was supposed to fly to New York on Tuesday for a few days to work with my Olympians. I would be back late Thursday but would leave again on Monday and be gone for at least the week. If I couldn't get someone to cover my "on-call" time around Mobile, I was away at least 2 weeks. Tonight's incident at the bar left me both confident and uneasy about how she might handle situations until she re-acclimated to life situations again. Knowing she had a friend in Shelly made me feel better about it all. I was hoping that they might spend more time together in my absence.

Saturday was my first full day off after 4 weeks of work and on-call time. Having 8 full days off until I went back on call at 6:00 a.m. next Sunday morning left you with lots of time to plan little vacations and get-aways if the stress had gotten to you. Only when some sort of natural disaster played games with the supply system were you subject to being called in more than once or twice a week for small emergencies. Yet, being on-call meant you have to be available on short notice. Out of town forays, or drinking alcohol were forbidden during those hours. Those of us with families learned that they had to accept the fact you might have to leave in the middle of a birthday party, a movie or whatever.

When I woke on Saturday I listened to hear Gail, but she was apparently gone already. Once my eyes found the clock and saw it was 10:30 I knew I had missed her. I made my way into the bathroom to relieve myself and I saw a Post-It on the mirror that said "for you" on it, with an arrow. Below it was the imprint of her lips on the mirror. Ah, my morning kiss. She probably came in my room and watched me sleep for a minute, contemplating waking me up. Love felt good. 

Although you don't winterize your home in Georgia like you may in the North, there are changes you need to make in the South. I fed the lawn a winter mix to insure a good spring lawn, even though it would still grow a bit in the winter unless there was a good frost, but that wasn't always the case. I dug out my summer annuals and readied the heating system with new filters and cleaning. As the clock closed in on one I went to the front window and looked out just in time to see Shelly pull her car in the drive with Gail.

"Wow, I didn't plan on you being this late." I said as I hugged Shelly and took Gail's hands in mine and kissed her.

"We got a lot done today. We were a while at the doctors while they waited for my medical records to be faxed from school. That gave us a long time to talk and I told Shelly my whole story and she told me most of hers as well. So, I guess you could say we bonded. Then they wanted the hospital notes from Florida so they got those too, after a wait. Then we went and got prescriptions, went to Motor Vehicle and I got a learners permit." Gail said proudly.

"Ummm, how about the bag's from the mall?" I asked devilishly

"Oh yeah, we did a little shopping too!" she said with a cute giggle as I hugged her again.

"We had fun together, getting to know each other. It was a nice morning." Shelly added.

"Of course you didn't have your legs in the stirrups all spread open with some strange guy looking up your pootie either." Gail laughed. "I'd rather have a woman doctor, but on such short notice, I guess I'll live, ha."

"I WISH I could find a guy who wanted to look up there so I wouldn't be so lonely at night." Shelly laughed.

"Oh God, Shell! You're a great lady who should have no problem finding a guy. You just have to be a little more trusting." I scolded her.

"I know, I know. It's just that guys like my ex and jerks like Blark are the only ones who seem to pursue me." Shelly complained.

"Well those are the types you might meet in bars. Maybe you should broaden your horizons a bit, get away from that type. You may laugh, but join a church group. I did that when I first got here and I met people who showed me the area. I'm not a regular church-goer but, I went and read the church bulletin and found the suppers or get-aways they planned and met other people in the same boat as me. I went to a Big Band Concert excursion to Stone Mountain and met 3 woman who I dated right up until I met Gail." I explained, almost a little embarrassed.

"Rob, you're serious aren't you? Were these real "churchy" women or prudes?" Shelly asked in disbelief.

"If you mean what I think you mean, I slept with each of them over time. When I first got here I was lost and remember my Mom always telling me that lonely women always turned to church to meet lonely guys. At a church they're somewhat pre-screened." I explained.

"Well, I'll think it over. Gail what do you think of that?" She asked.

"Hey, I had to get trapped in a tomb with an old man for 2 days and shit on myself to get Robs attention. What do I know about picking up guys?" She said as we all laughed a good laugh.

We finished our small talk and Shelly was on her way, promising to see us at work then next week.

"How come you and Shelly never, . . . . you know . . . . " Gail said with big eyes.

'Hmmmm, I don't know. We just never hit it off in that way. She's certainly attractive enough to interest me. I guess she was a little too needy at the time when we first met and after I knew too much about her, her trust issues." I explained.

"Well, I have to go shower. I've got KY up both ends of me and never even got kissed." Gail joked as she turned to go upstairs.

"I would join you but I've got a small project half done that I can't leave." I said as I thought of the spreader full of eco-spore for the rest of the lawn.

"Well, I wanted to shave and soften anyways. I'll be like silk for you later." She purred back as she sashayed her behind at me.

"Great, now I have to walk around the yard with a bulge in my pants." I joked as I thought about her intimate promise.

Forty five minutes later I was headed back up the stairs to get cleaned up so we could enjoy our afternoon. I caught her modeling lingerie in front of the big mirror in my room. I startled her as I cleared my throat after watching her for a moment.

"OH ROB! My God you frightened me. I was hoping to surprise you with this later. Shelly helped me pick a few things out." Gail said as she covered herself with her hands.

"I don't know how long you might actually WEAR that. I'd like to tear it off you now, you look so enticing. Besides the fact that I love YOU, your body is so beautiful and you don't need lingerie to show it off for me, but I like it." I said, nearly drooling.

"I like to make myself look nice for you and if something I wear makes me feel sexy before you even touch me, look out!" She giggled.

Gail turned and preened as she looked in the mirror at the burgundy outfit that hugged and revealed her most intimate places. Her alabaster skin highlighted the color even more than it should have as she hoped to get more color from the sun in Georgia. After only a few weeks of daily workouts in the company gym she began to show results in the firming of her near perfect body. Her belly tightened and she felt like her bottom was getting more the shape she remembered in high school. She liked her shape then because it got her the attention of boys who bent over backwards to make her the center of sexual attention. Now she just wanted to please one man in particular.

I put my passions aside and went into the shower to wash the sweat and chemical residue I may have picked up off. When I got out Gail was dressed and waiting for me.

"So, what do we have planned for the afternoon? You talked about the big farmers market emporiums around here, can we go to one?" She asked.

"Sure, we can stock up for the coming week on veggies and maybe find some meat for the week as well." I said as I shucked my robe off and began to slip on my underwear and socks.
Gail sat on the bed and watched me begin to dress.

"Can I ask you a question without you looking for a meaning as to why? I'm just interested." She asked introspectively.

"Do you have any interest in ever having children?" She asked without waiting for my answer.

"Do you mean with you, or with anybody?" I asked stupidly.

"In general." She answered sorry she asked already.

"Aren't we a little early to talk about getting married?" I asked, digging my self deeper.

"ROB, Didn't I ask you to not LOOK for a meaning? It's just a question! I've had a total stranger doctor sticking fingers and utensils up my vagina and asshole to make sure I was healthy enough to go on the pill to make things better for both of us! The doctor warns you that the pill, or patch or whatever is not 100%. He just wants to know if I know what I would do if the unlikelihood of pregnancy came about! YOU are the one who told ME not analyze our relationship, and that's what you're doing. It was a simple question!" Gail said, blowing her cool, letting the stress of the exam get to her.

"Well HELL, Gail! What am I supposed to think? You come home from the female doctor and ask me that? I was afraid you were going to tell me you were pregnant." I tried to say coolly.

"What if I was? What then?" She demanded to know.

"Gail, calm down. I love you and you know that. No, we do not have a deep relationship yet where we would talk about marriage and even children. But, I DO want to work on that if everything still feels as good as it does right now. If you came home pregnant now we would just have to deal with it and hope that it would help to bring us together stronger and faster." I said.

"What if I wanted to terminate the pregnancy?" She asked coldly.

"If you needed the father's permission, you wouldn't get it, and if you killed my baby I don't see how I could love you anymore." I said ready for a fight.

A smile crept over her face and she jumped into my arms, me still in my under shorts and one sock.

"I love you more everyday Robbie. That answer is something that has bugged me all morning. You seem pretty wrapped up in your job and I was afraid that might take a preference, as well as what it would do to our lifestyle." She said relieved.

"Gail, I don't make a secret that I've slept around, but I've always been as safe as possible. You not being protected at all would normally keep me away, but you wore my resistance down. Our relationship is . . . . special. I admired you from afar back in school, but certainly not romantically. You on the other hand admired me in a romantic way of sorts. We may only be together a few weeks, but we KNOW a lot about each other and we've sleepwalked and felt our way through some darks spots, but we kind of knew the way. I hope I chose my words correctly there. We've walked through a darkened obstacle course because we knew the way in the light. Do you catch my drift here? But to get back to your fears, I could never ask you to terminate a pregnancy over personal convenience. A baby would represent my making love to you. Doing something like that would make it a lie. I am now, and have been aware of the responsibility we both share here."
 I said, opening up my heart more than I wanted to fully vocalize.

Gail hugged me tighter and backed me up to the bed while whispering something in my ear about my finding the right words to express what she felt as well. We kissed deeply as she fell onto me and her tongue probed my mouth and then kissed all over my face, even my eyes as I closed them. Her body against me and the sexiness of her kisses were having an effect on me as I began to run my hands up her sides, pulling her knit top up. She quickly sat up on me and pulled my hands away and made a SHHHH sound while putting her straight forefinger to her mouth. She slid back off of me as if she were going to the floor but as her hands passed over my waist she took my underwear down with her.

"I want to get totally sexed up tonight," she whispered. "To wear my new sexy clothes and turn you on so you can drive me crazy. But you've got a little something I want right now. My having you is all I want. My pleasing you is all I want. SHHHHH, just lie back and enjoy this, because I am. Then we can go out and everywhere we go, I'll know that I have you in my belly and you'll have that certain smile on your face." She said with one more SHHHH as her mouth went over the tip of my cock and licked around the head before pushing 3 or 4 inches over her tongue and enveloped it with the softness of her mouth.

Gail may enjoy giving head more than any woman I've even known or been with. The good thing about that is that I, not surprisingly, love to receive it. She makes it more "making love" than others I've been with. Some just did it with gusto to show how naughty they could be. From the very first time Gail did it with the same kind of attentiveness you might see a Mom show while nursing her baby, bathing her baby. She did it out of pure affection. This was no blowjob, this was love making. 

Though it is very early in our relationship, each time she has went for me with her mouth has been a different adventure. On this occasion it seemed her mouth was full of saliva and she kept her lips sealed around my cock so as not to let any of the warm spittle to escape as she moved her mouth up and down over me. Her fingers fondled my balls and then pinched my cock at the very base between her thumb and forefinger and stroked me at the base on the part that never feels friction from intercourse. Before me there was a 7 year hiatus from sexual activity, so she must have been quite proficient for a 17 year old.

As her wet tongued bath stroked me she pulled her lips to the tip and I saw her swallow hard, the mouthful of saliva so she could speak.

"I feel you getting close, I taste your excited seeping. I WANT YOU!" She said in a quick gasp.

She thrust her mouth back down over me as I began to thrust up a little to her. Truth be known, I would have loved to rip her pants off and screw the daylights out of her, but this is what we had to work with until she could start her birth control patch.

I gripped the bed spread with my fists as my orgasm rose quickly, responding to her ministrations.

"ARRGHHHHHHHHHH! Hoooo Hoooooo HOOOOOO!" I shouted out as it seemed my balls and all their contents shot up my penis into her mouth.

She never varied a tick in her rhythmic work on me with her mouth and fingers as she drank all I poured out for her. Once I seemed to stop spouting she let her mouth off of me and looked into my eyes with a look that only meant adoration. We were both hooked for sure. She put the whole of her hand on me again and slowly pumped down only to have a little pearl rise to the top, which she licked off. The repeat of the same motion brought her whole mouth around the head again. She wanted every bit of me and I was willing to accommodate her until I was so sensitized that I could no longer stand her tease. When she was satisfied she had all of me she put my underpants back on my legs and pulled them up, coaxing me to stand.

"Finish getting dressed my love. Your love appetizer was perfect, but a Chick-Fil-A would hold me better until dinner, that I'M going to make for you. That is, IF you get me out to this fabulous market you tell me about, Harry's." She said as she straightened out herself.

"YOU are making me dinner? This I have to see." I laughed as I stepped into pants and pulled on a shirt. "Weren't you the first lady of the dumpster diner just a few weeks ago?"

"That's not fair to make fun of me and that person I was. I cooked for my Mom and Sis a lot before I had to go live with Auntie Midge. I'll cook you a great dinner if this Harry's place is as good as you say." She said defensively.

"Come on Gail, I was just kidding around about the dumpster diner thing; if we can't poke fun at each other, who can? You know I love you." I insisted.


Chapter 12

The afternoon was fun after a light lunch. Harry's was everything I said it would be to her and she was very happy. Our cart was filled with veggies, fruits and a few meats plus seafood for her dinner special. She teased me all afternoon. While looking at bananas from across the aisle she cleared her throat to get my attention.

"Rob?" She said holding up one curved specimen. "Did I ever tell you how I loved these? So filling." She said as she rubbed her tummy.

Not an hour ago she had sucked all the starch from my banana, but just those words had me brewing already. I wanted to take her right in the store. I joined her in the tease as well holding up and admiring all sorts of erotically shaped fruit. When we finally left Harry's she was as excited as I.

We made the rest of our errand stops quickly in nervous sexual anticipation. Each time we looked at each other a knowing smirk rose on each of our faces. We both knew it could not wait until the evening.
As we pulled into the drive of my home and parked we both quickly loaded our hands with bags and packages. We trod up the stairs to the kitchen level and set the bags down. As she went through each bag to take out things that had to go in the fridge, I went to the den and grabbed a condom from the drawer. I had to be inside of her.

I came up behind her at the counter while she chose the veggies for dinner and I put my arms around her and my lips next to her ear.

"I have just the fruit you need and I'll bet the sauce is prepared for it." I said as he exhaled deeply and melted back against me. I slipped my hands down and under her blouse and slid them up over her thinly covered breasts. I put my tongue in her ear and slid one hand down to unclasp and unzip her jeans.

She exhaled deeply as I pushed my hardness against her and then backed up and took both hands to lower her pants. She bent forward on her elbows on the counter, knowing what she wanted and how she was going to get it. She kicked her pants off one foot and backed her legs up a step away from the counter. My pants were undone in a jiffy and my cock popped out. I pulled my underwear over it and struggled to get the condom open. I sheathed myself and had a hand on her ass to steady her as I brought my cock up into her slot and pushed as she bent lower.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" we both moaned as I skewered her in relief.

"Ohhhh Rob! In a few weeks when I finish my period you'll be able to fuck me like this with no rubber and I can feel YOU against me!" She wailed.

I heard her words but had no response. I just wanted to be inside of her. I was falling in love and wondering if I wasn't falling faster than she. Her soft groans and mewls as I thrust in and out of her were driving me crazy. I knew I couldn't last long. I loved getting laid, but this was such a satisfying deed, making us both climax together to each others testaments of love.
She spread her arms out further on the counter resting her shoulders on it while her legs seemed to be a little rubbery as they gave in to my thrusts. She was coming pretty hard when I felt myself rising fast. I know she was paranoid about internal ejaculation, even with a condom; I didn't want to spoil her pleasure. So, I pulled out just as my first spurts of semen began to fill the sheath. I took my cock in my hand and stroked and pulled my orgasm out and she went to her knees and thrust her fingers to her pussy to finish her own last spasm. She turned slightly to me and put her other hand on my cock and gently coaxed what I had left to draw from my balls. The reservoir at the tip hung heavier and heavier as I filled as she smiled at me, still stroking her clit a bit. Suddenly she let my cock go and fell hard against the counter and blew out a long "OHhhhhhhhhhhhh" as she came. She dropped her head and then stood beside me and hung onto my shoulders.

It was a spontaneous love making that we both felt to our cores. As we both caught our breaths she pulled the condom from me and bent and kissed me on the shaft. Still holding my rubber in her hand she hugged me tightly and put her mouth next to my ear.

"Tonight you'll do me bareback in my backdoor and you can spray me full. I want it so bad now, don't make me wait." She said shocking me a bit.

"Do you know what you're getting into?" I whispered back.

"I've done it to make boyfriends happy when we didn't have rubbers, but that was a long time ago. It was OK, but it will be heaven with you. . . . . I love you!" She exclaimed without a worry.

We went off and cleaned up and came back to finish putting things away. Whenever our eyes caught each other there was a little grin or smile. Finally we went to each other and stood there necking like teenagers at first lust. After a few moments our lips broke and we stood holding each other.

"I don't want to hurt you later. You always say I'm big, you did it with boys before." I said warning her and letting her know that I didn't want to cause her pain.

"I'm not ashamed of being a bad girl before. Having sex made me happy and feel like I was loved. I did things to make my boyfriends happy. It was uncomfortable sometimes but I usually liked it overall. I liked pleasing them. I LOVE you and it will be good because you are a good lover and you love me. No more talk about it, OK? Let the night happen. Now, you work on finding a wine for dinner and do whatever little jobs you need to do. I need to brush up on my kitchen skills so I don't make you sick." She giggled as she slapped my butt.

I knew she was preparing shrimp so I went to the wine cabinet and found a good white and put it on ice to chill. I did have a few little chores in the yard to finish up and I set about doing them. Then as I walked through the house I enjoyed her kitchen aromas and knew dinner would be good. I went to the computer and checked my flight reservations to New York. The USOC had an ice training facility right next to the airport in Albany and a Hilton Garden Inn right behind it. I liked going there because I didn't need to rent a car and go through that hassle. I was set for my trip, even though leaving Gail behind made me feel a little empty. We would have to get used to it.

Gail made lime shrimp scampi over risotto that impressed me to no end. I love garlic and she loaded it with long thin sweet slices of the bulbs she picked out at Harry's. She truly had cooking skills that she need only brush up on. She was very proud and happy that I enjoyed her meal so much. She shooed me from the kitchen after we ate and drank in the candlelit dining room. My pleas to help clean up went on deaf ears. It was after 8 o'clock and I went to the den and began watching the baseball playoffs. Just before nine she came in and slid onto the sofa to watch as well. As the time crept towards 10 she whispered into my ear.

"I'm going upstairs to shower. You can jump in right after I get out. While you're in I'll put on my new lingerie for you and make myself sexy for you."

"You're already sexy." I smiled back.

"Wait until you see me later then." She smirked.

I heard Gail get out of the shower and pad into her room. Just before she closed the door she called out, "Rob? Shower's yours."

I couldn't hide the fact that I was excited, despite the fact we had already made love twice today. At that moment I could not have loved anyone more.

When I got into my shower I noticed a very special aroma from the soap she had used and then I saw she had replaced mine with her bar and I was supposed to use it. I took a longer shower than usual to be sure I was squeaky clean and had conditioned my hair fully, something she had bugged me about.

I looked for a towel after I got out and noticed the rack was empty but one had been laid out for me on the counter. When I picked it up a pair of colored underwear fell out, obviously for me to wear. They were slight and accented my package. She knew what she wanted.
I dried my hair and slipped on the special thong she had for me and opened the door into my (our) bedroom and noticed right away a change in the lighting. Four water candles flickered in four locations as she lay on the bed, the light playing games with her features. She was beautiful and alluring lying there with a little smile for me. It was then I realized that she was not there for me, but I was there for her. I hadn't thought I was selfish about our love making today, and she had certainly had her special moments, but I had been the receiver, not the giver, it seemed. I just thought of what she said earlier: "I want to get totally sexed up tonight, to wear my new sexy clothes and turn you on so you can drive me crazy."

For a moment I was pissed off at myself for being such a hard head. I knew that pleasing her would make me happy as well, and the way she wanted me to finish her was one of my special kinks and I did adore her sweet ass. The thought of my cock disappearing into her most personal place had me raging in my new undies.

I went to her and covered her body with mine and took her mouth to mine. Long probing tongue kisses amid her giggles as my cock poked her made her happy and anxious. She may have had her pussy eaten before, but I was sure it was never eaten like I planned to do it tonight. I moved my mouth from hers and swabbed her neck and ears with my tongue as in slid down her body far enough to get to her breasts. Her sexy outfit peeled down easily to let her tits fall out and into my mouth. I was about to give her nipples a treat.

The shape and curve of her breasts change wonderfully when she reclines. Standing they look like pointy cones, but when she lies they fall into such perfect breasts, thick wide and accented perfectly by their low center nipples. When excited her nubs get to about double the size of a fresh pencil eraser, easy to latch onto. If we ever got married and had children, I would surely be jealous. I already knew how sensitive her little buttons were but that night they tingled outwardly as I sucked and chewed on the little pleasure makers. As she squirmed under me, resisting the urge to touch herself, she sighed deeply as she was close to a spontaneous orgasm. I felt I was almost torturing her when I began to move down her body, kissing her flatter belly and navel through the fabric of her outfit.

Once I settled between her legs I saw the 3 snaps that held the crotch together and quickly dispensed with them and hooked my thumbs on the sides and pushed the tin fabric up, kissing my way back up her belly so I could lick and "eat out" her belly button, making her giggle and squirm deliciously under me. Her anticipation was building.

I went back down over her belly and abdomen and spread her legs out and back opening her up for me. I kissed and licked all around her mound delighting in the smooth texture of her hairless crotch. In the dim candlelight of the room, her pussy was as pretty as any flower God had created. I titillated her lips with the tip of my tongue raising her anticipation as I heard her breaths grow short and fast. I put the flat of my tongue at the base and pressed hard into her as I licked up over her clit and kissed it, sucking it just a bit. Using my thumbs I opened her and licked her as deeply inside as I could, finishing once again with a peck at her excited clit. A heavy sigh from her told me she could not wait any longer for hard stimulation. I pursed my lips and dove to her clit like it was a little cock or upturned nipple. With my lips around it and my tongue going crazy on it she shuddered as she signed in some relief. My chin was settled into her lips as my tongue began a long dance on her clit as her groans and peaks began to hiccough from her throat. From time to time she would put a hand on the back of my head with my not knowing if it were affection or encouragement. All I did know was that she was leaking profusely and it tasted so much like HER, nectar I had tasted before with her that I was getting addicted to. The backs of her thighs were on my shoulders and my arms were around her legs to prevent her from moving my sexy feast. Hearing her mewls and little screams and throat catches only made me crazier with passion and when she tried to shake herself from me, I knew she was reaching her high peak, something I planned on driving her past until her pussy turned into an open nerve ending. My grip on her thighs was as great as it had been as she fought to extract my mouth from her but my tongue was firmly rasping over and over her clit as she leaked profusely into my mouth. She wasn't squirting, but if she were able to coordinate her spasms, it may have been. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold her and each time I heard her purr and scream deep in her throat I kept telling my self that 10 more seconds was enough but then I could taste her and think I should flush her even more. Finally she pieced together one two word sentence,
"PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE ROB!!", as she inhaled deeply. 

I let some pressure off her thighs and she quickly spun under me and crawled up onto the bed away from me on her stomach. I picked myself up and moved over her as she trembled in fading spasms. Her ass was right in my face and I could not resist its cute curve and sexy split. I buried my face into the tween of her cheeks and spread her open as my tongue lathered her little asshole. The taste was sweet of some citrus fruit. She had lubed her rear with a flavored gel, water based lube.

As she struggled to get her breath under the surprise of my oral attack on her anus she noticeable raised her cheeks up to my invasion. Her asshole was delicious and was opening up under my tongue, my spittle leaking in to join her lube.

I took a breath and whispered, "I knew you had a sweet ass, but I didn't think it would taste like oranges." I said before I dove in again.

She wriggled and giggled under me and said in a throaty voice "mmmmm Mango".

After eating her ass until it was open under my tongue and she just lay hugging a pillow and moaning at the sheer pleasure of my tongue I got to my knees and crawled on my knees to her face and held my cock out at she raised her head. She darted her mouth forward and took me deep into the edges of her throat. I moved gently in and out in short strokes as she made my iron pole into lead. I could reach right over her and grab the balls of her ass and squeeze them. Then I took my middle finger and ran it right down through the crevice if her ass and found her little hole and sunk right in as far as I could reach.

She did a little choke/gag as I impaled her but she quickly adjusted to my cock deep in her throat and my finger deep in her ass. I was stretched right over her long frame opening her up and getting my cock ready at the same time. She was deeply committed to both acts but I felt compelled to speak to her.

"When I first go in you, you know it's going to hurt and burn a bit, but it will be OK in time, right?" I whispered as reassuredly as possible.

"Mmmmmm Hmmmmmm!" she answered from around my cock.

"You know that if you want me to stop, I will and not be mad. I love you and don't want to hurt you, right?"

Mmmmm Hmmmmm." She agreed.

"Once you open up and I'm going to fuck you hard and shoot my come up your little butt, right?"
"MMMMMMMMMMMM  HMMMMMMMMMMMMMM." She responded and then pulled off my prong to speak in words.

"Do it NOW ROBBIE. The lube is under the pillow!! I want you so bad!" She said impatiently.

I extracted my finger from her behind and went to move in back of her. She began to raise up on her knees and I pushed her cute little cheeks down to the bed.

"Stay flat at first, it might be easier." I coached.

I knelt between her spread legs and took the tube in my hands of the fruity gel/lube. I dropped some between her cheeks and took a few fingers full for my cock. I leaned forward on one hand and used my other hand to part her cheek to see my target. The candle right behind me showed me enough light to see the darkened little dilated hole.
I was beyond patience and pressed myself toward her. I felt her round notch kiss my cock head and I could not hold back anymore. I resisted the urge to just thrust into her, but I did fully impale her in one long, slow, steady stroke. I was buried in her flesh to flesh for the first time. The warmth of her bowel gripped me as she tried to pull away from me from under me, but she had nowhere to go.

"OHhhhhhhhhhhh, you're so fucking big, but it fits! Just wait! Please wait!" She wailed loudly.

She then just began to groan long steady groans that seemed pleasured, but would peak each time I moved a bit. I could barely believe that I was buried balls deep in the ass of my tall fantasy woman that I loved so.

I must have flexed my cock 30 times to luxuriate in the feel of her grip, but I had to start moving. I began to move, ever so slightly, in and out of her hoping she would adjust. The throaty rasp from deep in her throat told me she felt every movement as I added inches to my to and fro motion. I heard her breathing quicken and I knew I had hit the right spot with her, she was brewing an orgasm. My fucking got steadier and I was ready to really stroke her. I put my hands on her hips and sat back on my haunches and she lifted her ass back to me until she was kneeling, bent over, right in front of me. I could now go to town on her when I was ready. Her asshole was fully dilated in the little light I had, it was not rolling in or out with me. I knew she was fully lubed and open for a painless, enjoyable bottom fucking.

I began to move faster and longer as her breath shift quickly to a staccato pattern that I associated with her orgasm. As I flailed away at her ass she called out for me.

"Rob, Robbie! Fuck me, Fuck my ass! Ohhhha I'm going to come! COMING!" She hollered as I wanted to empty my balls into her. Her voice turned to a constant whine that accented every push I made into her. She was loving this. I doubt her other lovers had given her the true screwing I was doing in her backdoor, this was a fucking she would not soon forget.

Her constant whine turned to a shrill noise that could only mean she was coming or dying as I pummeled her hard and sought my orgasm. The tight grip of her bowel, the beauty of her ass and the fact I loved her so much was enough to bring me off, but to hear the utter joy in her yells and groans made me more than ready to relieve my balls.

"I'm, going to shoot my hot come into you baby!" I said excitedly as I felt my orgasm process start.

"I'M . . . GOING . . . TO . . . FILL . . . YOUR . . . ASS . . . WITH . . . HOT . . . JUICE!" I said accentuating each word with a hard slap of my abdomen to her ass.

My words made her wail as she lowered her head to the pillow again and waited for me to fill her, a wait that would be seconds, no more.

"ARGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" I shouted as my ball sack began to turn inside out, flowing my hot lava into her.
"UGH . . . UGH . . . UGH . . . UGH . . . UGH . . . UGH . . . UGH" I grunted as I emptied into her with long hard strokes as I heard her screams of joy from deep in her throat.

I had long since stopped oozing when I found myself still stroking in and out of her beautiful ass. The head of my cock began to feel like it was being sucked and I was getting over sensitive, but she felt so good I didn't want to stop, but I had to. I stroked all the way into her and fell over her body as she let her knees collapse under me. She quivered under me as we both lay breathless. She was still clenching to feel for me as I began to deflate a bit in her. I wanted to lay like this forever to coo and whisper to her, but experience told me that she would need to get up, and soon. The semen and the air I pumped in her would soon cause her some discomfort. 

"That was intense, that was passion. Are you OK?" I whispered as I kissed her neck.

"I don't know. I'm deliriously fucked, and I feel like I've been stuffed and it feels good." She groaned back to me.

"You may get some cramps in a minute or two, we really ought to get up." I warned her gently.

"I told you I'd done that before, but never like that. You made passionate love to me, deep inside of me." She hummed as she still felt the echoes of her orgasm.

"I'm shrinking in you. You'll have to clench soon to keep from losing everything." I tried to warn her again.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. What do you suggest I do?" She said dreamily.

"Get up and get to the bathroom as fast as you can. Sit down and let me run out of you and push the air out." I advised her.

"That doesn't sound too sexy, but I am starting to cramp. Will I be able to sit down tomorrow?" She said as she began to prepare to move.

I warned her I was extricating myself and settled on my knees and sat up and back. My cock came from her like a boot stuck in a mud hole. I was relieved to see it was all clean. I saw her clench as well as she could as I moved off the bed and she backed off right after me. She scurried to the bathroom and closed the door. I told her I would be right back and went to her bathroom to wash myself. When I came back I went to the door and asked if all was OK and if she needed my help. She assured me she was fine, but I still heard the unpleasant sound of air escaping from her. After a couple of flushes she came out and wanted to lie right down. She lay on her stomach and I went right next to her and stroked her back and pretty bottom cheeks.

"I may never do that again just so I can't change how wonderful it was. I know you don't want to hear it, but before it was never that deep, that long, that lovely. I was never so loose or open. You truly made love to me, made sure it was good." She said half smiling half crying.

"You aren't hurt are you?" I said as I saw the tears.

"No, not at all. It's just if I had had any doubts if you really loved me, they're gone. You took such good care to make it special. I was doing it for you, and you made it for me. I wasn't face down in the back of a car wishing I was someplace else until it was . . . " She said before I interrupted.

"Forget about before. We all do things in bad judgment and you thought it was right at the time. We can't second guess ourselves. If you hadn't done it then, you might never have done it now. Live for now, live it for us." I told her petting her back.

She sat up and hugged me, her body so warm and somehow softer then I ever felt it. She was like a baby's blanket it holds to his face; comforting and warm.

"You're so sweet to me. I just did the most awful thing a girl can do and you made it the most beautiful act of love." She cooed to me.

"It's not awful, nothing is awful or naughty or dirty, as long as we both do it together and WANT to do it together. You may have thought it was something rebellious or for shock value, but we've changed that. The past is gone, live for today." I assured her.

Gail rolled away from me and clawed at the covers and sheets and slipped under, opening the bed for me to join her.

"Let's go to sleep naked together, wake up naked together, and spend the day tomorrow naked together and make love whenever we want." She said laughing at the prospect.

"What do we do if our sex's get so sore we can't use them?" I asked with a grin.

"We kiss them to make them better." She giggled. "I could fall asleep with your precious little peter in my mouth, I love him so."

I kissed her hard on her mouth and held her to me. She told me she was tired and rolled over to spoon. We fell asleep that way and neither of us heard a thing for almost 12 hours.

Chapter 13

Actually waking up next to someone you really love and adore ends up being one of the most satisfying things you can do. I've slept with lots of women I had fucked the night before, but this was totally different. Instead of trepidation of wondering whether she may have thought that the sex "meant" something or was recreation and I might have made a commitment of sorts, I woke up hungering for her once again and not wanting to wait to tell her I loved her.
My deep sigh from filling my lungs for the first time of the day must have woke her as she fell back into my arms, her cute ass nestling to my interested groin. She took my hand that hung over her side and kissed it and held it to her face.

"You are the most wonderful lover. Did I tell you that? I've still got the warmies all over from how you loved me." She sighed looking back at me trying to make eye contact.

"I've still got the "warmies", as you say, myself, from how and why you gave yourself to me. That's a brave commitment into the unknown and knowing how you trust me makes me feel so special." I admitted to her as I caressed the breast she put my hand on.

"I'd say you were feeling special now." She giggled as she pushed back against my growing cock. "After I start my pills we can spend these mornings making love. It will be soon, I promise. In the meantime there is a little something we might both enjoy." She said sexily as she began to scoot down my body, under the covers.

"Oh Gail, Godddddd, you little minx. Not before I pee, please. I couldn't hold off." I warned her.

She kissed the head of my cock and pulled down the covers.

"Promise to come right back and get right back under here for us?"

"I promise." I said as I bounded up and ran to the toilet and wrestled with my hard-on to pee. I noticed that the bidet was full of water and had been used recently so I assumed Gail used it. I stopped my flow and went to the appliance and straddled it and let fly, making it much easier to get my stream from my hard-on in the bowl. Once done, I played with the fountain and washed my penis to make it more palatable for my lover.

When I returned to the bed, she was still scooted down, her bottom up in the air, waiting for me to assume my former position. If I had lost any of the stiffness of my erection after peeing, it was back now. Her cute ass was inviting enough to recall the night before and want to kiss it, but I did make a promise to her.
She lifted an arm and leg and let me slide my own leg under her before she was once again between my legs looking at me from behind my standing monument to her.

"I love to suck your cock Robbie. It's so warm and smooth in my mouth and the smell it sends off makes the animal in me awaken. When you come the taste is you and you alone. I want that smell, I want that taste, that feeling of you in ecstasy. If I just touch myself while I do it, I go off. Make love to my mouth, I'll make love to your penis and we'll both come." She said as she covered the head of my cock with her mouth before I had a chance to protest, as if I wanted to. She sucked, kissed, slurped, and tongued her way all over its area, and then as she stroked it with her hand, she kissed and lolled my balls in her mouth. When she came back up to my cock her hands went to my thighs and she rose up a bit and began to bob on me, as if waiting for me to start thrusting to her mouth. I didn't need an invitation. As I began to move in and out of her mouth in short strokes her tongue went crazy on me like never before, swirling and wet. If she thought I could last under this pleasure attack she was wrong. My come shot came fast and furious making me wonder how I could make so much so fast. I flooded her mouth so quickly that she lost part of my first spurt, but she patiently waited for me to finish flexing my last pearls of cream before hopping up from my genitals and off the bed.

"God Rob, I have to pee so bad." she squealed as she ran to the bathroom.

That explained why she hadn't used her fingers on herself like I thought she might. I laid back into the bed in a sexual comatose state after she had drained my balls once again. I felt so good I wanted to jump and holler, but I hadn't the strength.

When she came back into the room she had an impish smile on her face.

"You know that bidet was made for sex, before and after. You never used it?" She asked as she ran her fingers over her pussy suggestively.

"Never! I never ever had the water even on in it until you filled it."

"Let me show you why it's so handy." She said as she got on the bed and straddled me. She extended her arms and I put my arms out as well. She went hand to hand with me and pushed herself up to a standing position and stepped to her feet just at my arm pits. She squat down with her pussy right to my mouth.

"Mmmm, a nice fresh breakfast for you!" She said in a sexy tone.

I never minded a little urine taste when I ate pussy, but she was fresh as a daisy as her squat opened her pretty smooth little mound to my mouth. My tongue had her ready to spasm in a minute as her breathing got hard and ragged. I grabbed the globes of her ass to be sure she couldn't get away from my attack as I sought to suck her clit as long as it was able to get. As I held her ass in my hand my left pinkie happened to touch her tender asshole and I couldn't resist wiggling it on the recently used little orifice. That little wiggle seemed to send her over the top as I tasted her cream and juices. She wailed like a kid on a roller coaster as I sawed and sucked at her pleasure button as she began to try and move away from me. I held her fast until I was sure she was fully wore out from her orgasm.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" She blurted loudly and bluntly as she fell back hard onto me and rolled to her knees on the side of the bed.


"Did you get off?" I joked as he sought my hands to help pull her up next to me.

We spooned once again and dozed off for a bit.

Waking next to my naked little angel was something I could get terribly used to.

When I did finally wake up she was playing in my chest hairs. I opened my eyes and she caught them and smiled, but continued playing, humming as she did so.

"I love touching you. Inspecting every little bit of you. Is this going to cause any other, uhhh. . . . problems if I keep up?" She whispered in a little girl voice.

"Ohhhhh, . . . for sure. You always get me excited."

"I don't know if I have any place left for you that isn't sore or over worked. My pussy has been empty but my little clit and lips have been abused so by your mouth, you naughty boy." She said with a shrugged smile. "And unless I get some balm on my lips, they're going to be all chapped. Don't even think about my rear door. It's a little sore and I have other plans for that place soon." She smirked.

"You like to touch and feel, inspecting me, how about your hands?" I smiled.

She put a surprised look on her face and pulled back the covers. I was fully erect and ready to go. I was sure if went this third time in a few hours I would be done for a bit, but the sight of her tall lean body, pretty face and sexy words had me wanting for release.

Although she had expertly sucked and licked me a few times in our courtship, she hadn't really touched and looked me over closely. Her long fingers wrapped around me and I sighed heavily thankful for the release of having her squeeze some of the blood down to ease the pain of over filling the area. Both her hand and my cock must have been very dry as he was able to glide her digits over me smoothly without any lube or saliva. She adjusted her body to a kneeling position next to me to get both hands in on the action. I extended my arm out and under her and cupped her mound.  

"Careful, I'm tender." She warned, but I was already aware of that.
 I slid my middle finger into her from the lowest part of her slit so as not to touch her hood and clit which had been heavily chewed, sucked and licked early. I WAS in the little used barrel of her vagina which I thought longed for some filling.

As I began to fuck her deeper, faster and harder with my long middle finger she began to respond by playing closer attention to the cock she was stroking lightly with her fingers. Her grip became stronger, her eyes more intent on the prize in her hands. Then one hand dropped to my balls to cradle and fondle them. Her eyes closed for a moment as a ball of air bellowed from her mouth. She was starting a vaginal orgasm and I could feel her leaking over my fingers. A long "ohhhhh ahhhhh" escaped from her throat as her eyes bugged out in a stare down of my cock as she felt me shift under her hands and moan.

She pushed her legs together tightly to stop my hand while I tried to persist my finger fucking, but she looked me in the eyes and said "no more". After I removed my finger she shuddered for another 10 seconds, her eyes turning up and away from me for the first time since she started my masturbation. Seeing her come and enjoy such a spasm brought me to the edge and I announced it.

"My turn baby, YOU GOT IT!! HOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" I wailed as I prepared to see my cream fly.

That wasn't to be as Gail put just her lips over the little slit on my cock head and took my load into her mouth quickly swallowing. She took her mouth away after my initial load and watched some more rise and fall over her still stroking fingers. I grunted hard and pushed one more blob up and she again, with just her lips, sucked from the little slit. She slowed her stroke and looked at me and smiled and I saw her swallow again.

"I wanted to taste you again, am I a bad girl for that? I wanted my mouth around it but my lips are too chapped, I'm sorry." She said in doe eyed apology.

"God Gail, don't be sorry. Everything is fine. We're both all fucked out, but still can't keep our hands off each other. We have to get out of here with some clothes on and enjoy ourselves on a different level." I said grabbing my overworked penis.

"I love your body so much, I hate to see it covered, but you're right. Just being near you makes me feel special." Gail said as she moved up and put her chin on my shoulder and cuddled up to me.

"I've never said "I Love You" so fast to any woman and felt it so much. Your body drives me crazy but I feel that magic too, when you're near. I could love you, though, in any body." I confessed.

We parted and looked at each other both feeling the same little stir that told us we HAD to get up.

 "You get in the shower first, we better not go together." I suggested.

"Oh please, PLEASE? I'm looking forward to you washing me and caressing me. If we get too excited we'll just have to turn the water to cold. After that night of making love washing each other seems like the natural thing." She pleaded.

"Always the romantic, you are. How can I turn that down? It will be our lesson in self control." I said giving in to her.

The shower together turned out to be a great idea because it ended up being a mutual worship of each other. Soapy hands running over and caressing each little part of each others body was hot, but the flurry of recent sexual activity kept our urges at bay somewhat. Squatting behind her running my hands over her perfect peach of an ass and parting those cheeks to wash the little hole I had ravaged the night before had me hard as a rock, but I can't deny that at full mast I was sore enough to not want to touch myself or be touched. Shortly thereafter she was washing my genitals and after rinsing my penis in the spray she kissed the tip and looked at it like a loving mother, saying, "Go to sleep, you need your rest."

I chuckled at her actions but it did seem to dampen my rod as we finished showering and began to get about our day.



Chapter 14

With nary a hitch I got off to Albany to spend time with my hockey charges and get back home to spend a few days puttering and thinking around the house, but the evenings were all Gail. With our "beginning of relationship" ardor cooled we began to know each other better on other planes. Not that there wasn't a fair share of sex, but there was a lot more sharing of feelings besides orgasms. We were meshing into each others lives. My four weeks away from home were easier to handle when Gail bussed the 600 miles to Florida twice, and I got someone to cover for me on-call so I could drive back if I was within 5 or 6 hoursin Pensacola or Mobile. Although I never thought I would be doing it, I constantly checked the vacancies list for positions with the company based in Atlanta. When I got back to Atlanta for my week in the office before my 8 day hiatus I was able to swap off a road week with another rep who needed to be in Florida for a family wedding. It gave me over three weeks to be with, sleep with, and wake with the woman who had stolen my heart.

With all of the goals she set as a high school honor student now finally in place after they seemed so remote, Gail had a new confidence that made her seem more womanly, more down to earth, despite my fears that she might slide back at the first taste of failure. But, my time away made her see how self-sufficient she could be. She made everything work and made me feel like I had a real partner at home. I actually hadn't seen her for 8 days when I cruised into Atlanta early on that Saturday morning just as she was waking up. With little fanfare I crawled into her bed and made love to her. We were off to the shower together just cooing and touching each other as we washed. As she finished the rinse of her hair she pinned me to wall of the shower stall with her index finger in my chest.

"If you think that fast fuck is all you have in store for us, you are way wrong. I know we have plans for us today, but tonight I have plans for us so you better save your strength." She said in a husky voice that turned me to granite.

I chuckled at her words, knowing full well she meant every syllable. I sensed a mild uneasiness in our relationship and I think it was coming from my absenses.

This day had long been planned for her to drive in the city, on the freeways to be sure she was ready to get her drivers license. She drove around Metro Atlanta that day with me pointing out the sights and highlights of the area. She remembered some things she wanted to look for at a mall so we drove to the Perimeter and I let her take us where she wanted to go. Just watching her walk through the stores picking up clothes from formal dresses to under-things was a joy. She was a kid in a candy store. All of the things she secretly wished and hoped for were now reality. Although I thought she hadn't scratched the surface of her earning power, she could now afford most anything she wanted or liked, as if I wouldn't buy it for her if I thought it would make her happy. But she was very proud of herself and wanted to do and buy for herself. Occasionally she would pick up a blouse and hold it up to her and look in the mirror, then put it back. When her eyes approved she would turn on her heel and catch me staring (I can just watch her for hours) and look for my opinion. I loved her in anything. Sometimes while she was deep in the myriad of clothing racks and gondolas and I was in the main aisle she would look up and catch me staring and smile, mouthing a kiss. We left the mall, she $482 poorer, with an armful of bags and packages.

"I have so many new outfits for work, and nice things to wear when we go out. Between the two big shopping trips and the stuff we got the first day on the road, I'm pretty set until I get my first salaried check. That's something we have to talk about. When I start making real money I want to help you with the mortgage." She prattled as we drove towards home.

"Gail, that's not necessary, you don't need to do that." I said waving my hand.

"Robbie, If I can't I'll get a place of my own, even though I may never spend any time there. There's no need for you to support me. You've done so much for me, now I want to contribute." She insisted.

"Let's talk about it at home; we'll work out some sort of agreement." I said to let us both ponder the situation.

I didn't want to come right out and say that all of everything of each others would probably be ours someday, although, in my mind, I felt so sure of it. Our time together had been a 500 piece puzzle thrown in the air and landing in perfect place. I sensed she may have felt the same, but neither of us wanted to say anything so as not to jinx a thing.

When we got home I took the most of the bags and followed her up the steps. Watching her slight body in its almost 6 foot (probably actually 5 foot 9 or 10 inch) frame made me realize that how lucky I was. She weighed just 120 pounds the day she left Rita's spa, yet she was sufficiently round and fleshy in all the right places. Although shapely, seeing her nude then would make you think she needed to add a few pounds, despite having a fetching body. She told me she weighed 140 pounds in high school and lost that weight around her hips, thighs and belly by "bad lifestyle". The fact she used her feet as the main mode of transport kept her weight loss uniform on her hips and thighs, but starving and poor eating habits turned her then toned belly into a paunch she continually referred to as cottage cheese. Now after living 6 weeks as a normal human being, plus exercise, her belly was flat and tight and her hips were filling out just a bit. Besides the beautiful person inside the body I was in love with, her body was a bonus and she claimed to love me and mine in the same manner.

Inside she took the bags and packages from me and asked me to wait downstairs as she dashed up to her room and left off her shopping booty. She was back in a flash just as I looked out over the yard for the first time in a month or so. She turned me around and snaked her fingers around my waist and then up my back as she pulled her head close to my chest and inhaled deeply before tipping her head to look at me.

"We have to change some things in our relationship Rob. We've grown very comfortable with each other, and I know why. We really have fallen in love, haven't we?" She asked knowing my nod was at the ready.
"I don't want to sleep in my room anymore; I want to sleep with you every night when you're here. Our agreement to sleep alone when we both had to work in the morning was fine before, but now I really hate being away from you. When I'm here alone I sleep in your bed, err. . .OUR bed, so I can feel and smell you. Sometimes I cry, and other times I play with myself thinking about you. There are guys at the plant that flirt with me, and some have asked me to lunch or dinner. I tell myself that if I found a guy who was HERE all the time I wouldn't be so lonely and frustrated, but you're all I want. I love you Rob and I want to be with you forever. My temp status expires this week and I'll get my salary next pay and I want to begin splitting everything with you. We should be an us."

"Oh God Gail, you're saying all of the things I want to say to you, but I'm afraid to; the C word. I've played out scenarios where I tell you to move out and then I could court you and be somehow less committed, but I can't. For the first time ever I'm really peeved at my job when it takes me away from you. I'm checking the vacancies list everyday online to see if I can land back here. I hate every moment I'm not with you and I really want to live together as if we're married, with the hope THAT can happen someday. I know we're moving too fast, but I can't find a good reason to jump off the ride. I hope you know that I haven't nor would I think of being with anyone else when I'm away, and I've had my chances. I really am the C word." I confessed.

"Say it."

"Committed."

"You?"

"Committed." 

We stood and held each other after making one of the most uncomfortable relationship sureties ever. Her head rested on my shoulder and I heard cry in happiness. I held her all the tighter and wondered where this whole thing would bring us, but like before I was not afraid to follow where it led. She truly was everything I ever wanted in a woman, a partner, and a friend. I had to be sure I was not going to ever lose her.

I took her by the hand and walked outside through the patio doors. It was a warm late Fall early afternoon. With her clutching my arm as we walked to a contemplation bench I had near the bird feeders. We sat and wordlessly poured out our hearts, it seemed. The curtain of our feelings had been drawn to show all and we both liked it. I sought out her lips to kiss her and I saw she still was leaking tears of joy. I tasted one and helped her up. I needed to make love to her.

We stopped 3 times on the way back to the house to kiss deeply and each time my hands either went up her shirt to firmly squeeze and titillate her breast, or held and squeezed the round balls of her ass. My intention, once inside, was no secret. After going through the patio door she stepped 2 steps ahead of me and pulled my arm into the living room. She pulled a throw from the back of the sofa and laid it on the floor. She quickly shucked her pull-over blouse and undid her jeans taking them down with her underwear. Meanwhile I was kicking off my shoes and working myself out of my pants and shorts. I reached into the end table drawer for a condom and she blurted out a "no."

"You didn't need one this morning but you had it on before I could stop you. I started the bi-weekly patch a couple weeks ago and will go to the monthly one when the pharmacy gets them in. We are safe."  She smiled as she invited me to the floor with her.

"How do you know we're safe?" I wondered, skeptical that such things worked.

"I just know. I haven't used birth control like this for 6 or 7 years, but you know. My boobs got tender a few days after the first patch and I just know. My fallopian tubes are blocked so getting pregnant may be a problem anyway. I need to have a procedure done after my first whole month on contraceptives. Now get down here with me."

What was supposed to be spontaneous now wasn't, but her lovely body beckoning on floor in front of the sofa was hard to turn down. To refill the passion in the situation I simple covered her body with mine and attached my mouth to her as her arms encircled me. Her thin hard body felt warm against me and I felt her trying to adjust her hips when my cock slipped into her. What I thought was against her thigh was apparently close to target. She exhaled deeply into my mouth as we broke lips.

"Oh Robbie you feel so fucking good inside of me, just you and not that damn latex. Love me and blast me full. I want to feel you dripping out of me." She groaned in my ear.

Now, I fashion myself a cocksman and would normally settle back on my knees and hold my lays legs and watch her boobs roll as I pounded her. (I guess I watched too many porno movies.) Right at this moment I was full of passion and with her arms around me and mine curled over her head, and my head buried in the nape of hers, I was rutting on her like a dog in heat and it felt awesome! She was moaning and groaning to beat the band, occasionally steeling her body against mine as she came. In just a few minutes I felt my cum rising and I did want to deposit it deep in her. I tipped my head slightly and nipped the lobe of her ear as I whispered, "I love you, here's my cum". Not exactly the talk of great romantics but in real passion heat, it worked.

Despite all of the sex we had, types ways and positions, this was the most satisfying of any coupling. Body to body, sweat sticking to both of us, cock slopping sounds filling the room, I came through gritted teeth as hard as I ever have. Just as began to shoot within her I felt her steel once more and as if there wasn't enough male and female love juices aiding our rut, she squirted her own ejaculate over both of our genitals as she squealed like a toy siren.

 My rutting slowed and soon I was laid exhausted over her, panting in her ear.

"Mmmmmmm,  . . . don't ever move. Your cock feels like it's wormed through me and at the base of my throat. You possess me, and I WANT to be possessed. I think I had sex pee or whatever they call it." She panted to my ear.

"Something. It was incredible." I said.

Although I didn't want the moment to ever end, I was shrinking out of her and she was leaking. Pressing on my arms I began lift myself and soon I was on my knees, jettisoned from her. She went to move as if to check out the mess just as I decided I would sweep her into my arms. I'm no Charles Atlas, but her even proportions made her easy to lift and carry up the wide staircase to the bath. Once on her feet she went right to the bidet and I to the shower for a quick rinse. As she straddled I didn't see the fountain so I asked if all was OK.

"I'm just enjoying squeezing you out of me; I've never felt it in me before." She sighed over the shower noise before I heard the tinkle of the fountain and she began to rinse herself. Moments later we met under the shower spray for a long kiss and hug.

With few more words said we sitting on the top of the stairs in our robes leaning, but not hugging, into each other perhaps processing all that had happened and all that was said today. Staring blankly through the window over the doorway at the trees bobbing in the breeze, we were both dumbstruck at it all.

"We've had a lot of sex, a lot of times when I thought you made love to me. But that, that was, . . . , ummmmm . . . altogether different Rob. I want you in so many ways, but I could trade them all for that. I hope I showed you as much love back. You got all I had. I'm speechless. Just, I love you and I want to be with you, make you happy and have you make me happy." Gail said as she stared off blankly.

"Shhhhh . . . " I answered. "We said it all without words; we know where this is now and where it will be."

We ended up dressing and going out, again with few words between us. We had been swept away. I took her to The Sage Woodfire Tavern, a place out the metro area and quiet. They always had a light jazz playing or a live jazz soloist to set the mood. I had a favorite booth there and Gus the owner could usually get it for me if I wanted to wait. This day I was lucky, they were just cleaning it and it was just before the dinner crowd. I let him pick Greek wine for us and ordered a house specialty of wood-fire seafood. I'm sure we looked like a scene from a bad movie, feeding each other off the skewers. The wine was perfect, a dry yellow-green fare with a lemon finish. We felt we were in heaven and the food and wine had the same ambience. We weren't stupid enough to think we could go home and create the same passion as before, but we were both willing to apply its feeling to whatever else we had planned for each other.

Simply put we were floating on the words and commitments we made earlier. If it weren't right, it wouldn't have felt so comfortable. We came within a hairs breadth of proposing to each other, pledging our love, lives and possessions to each other and we didn't feel a bit skittish about it. We felt so good we could barely speak, not out of fear or regret, but out of mutual relief that one of life's burdens had been challenged and met; we knew we found the spirit we wanted to spend the rest of our lives with.

We got coffee's to go and went outside to sit at one of the picturesque tables out along the Chattahoochee. The late fall cool meant there would be no outside service, but the picture was just as beautiful. The effects of the coffee dulled the effect of the wine to be sure I had a safe drive home with my love. I felt self-conscious about necking in the heavy dusk in full view of the Tavern should eyes want to search for us. When Gail informed me that "I want you in my mouth right here", I knew it was time to leave.

Words were still at a premium on the way home, but the unsaid things were still palpable. We had taken a long journey into the relationship today and there was no turning back for do-overs, but I felt we were both positive in our feelings. Once inside the house Gail wouldn't leave my side. She steered me to the living room and sat on the coffee table sliding her hands down over my ass. She hugged her face to my crotch and looked up at me longingly as her right hand slid around to grab hold of my zipper tab. She pulled it down and fished her hand inside and pulled my hardening dick through the pocket on my briefs. She wet her lips and slid her mouth over it as we both swooned. She swallowed around it a couple times as she brought her hands up to undo my belt and pant snaps. My pants came down over my ass with my cock sticking though the pocket and her beginning to move her mouth up and down over me. She knew what she wanted and she knew how to get it fast. She ran her hands up the backs of my thighs as she bobbed and snaked her fingers under the material of the leg to hold my bare ass in her hands. She was pulling me into her mouth and I wasn't going to last very long. Not only was she going to get a warm cum surprise, but she was making sure that I lasted a long time when I finally got to business inside of her.

Looking at her face, her eyes closed and her mouth full of me as she fucked me over her tongue was in itself enough to drive me over the top. She loved the task at hand as well as the anticipation of my climax. She lovingly moaned deep in her throat when she first tasted my pre-cum rise, a moan that turned into a more shrill tone when she realized my orgasm was starting as my cum pulsed past her lips just before it splashed into her mouth.

"HOLY!.....ACCCCKKKKK….OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."  I announced as my spasm overtook me and my hands clutched the cheeks of my ass as she finished me.

I know one shot cleared her tongue before she swished her tongue over and over the little slit that fed her. Each swath drove me that much more crazy, but my balls were still delivering my seed to her. Finally amidst my moans and cries of "uncle" she gave up the head of my cock as she held it tight to her face.

"Enjoy my love; I'll make you happy forever." She half whispered closed-eyed to me as she hugged my spent dick to her face.

She was in her own little trance hugged up against my white shorts with me hanging out. She pressed her nose against my shorts and inhaled before climbing from her sitting position to wrap her arms around my neck and seem to hold on for dear life.

My arms went around her and swept her up to lay her on the same coffee table she had just sat before me on. With my belted pants just around my knees I was in no position to walk anywhere for sure, but as she hung around my neck I was able to pull the throw from the sofa to cover the cool surface before I let her down. She smiled warmly at me knowing what was coming as I knelt at the foot of the low table where her knees lay over the edge. I ran my hands up her thighs to her waist and under her pullover top. I squeezed her breasts firmly until the whole of her nipple flesh remained between my fingertips and the ball of my palm. She swooned and closed her eyes as she lifted her ass off the table reacting to the tingles she already felt in her loins. I pinched off at her nipples before I began to push up her top. Satisfied when it was over her breasts I moved quickly to her waist to undo her slacks. As she held her breasts in her hands I slipped her pants, with her underwear, over her legs as she lifted to let me get them down. The aroma from her dewy wetness filled my nose to rush my face to her sex.

Eating pussy was always a favorite of mine, but eating HER pussy was a joy because she liked it sooooo much and she came like a banshee as well as leaked like crazy. She was a definite candidate to squirt hard because I knew she already wasn't afraid to resist the urge to leak on me as her body toyed with the sensation. Tonight wouldn't be the night for me to school her, but she leaked pretty good on her own this morning while we rutted like animals.

She tasted as sweet as she smelled, she was definitely the best, most consistent tasting woman I'd ever been with. She was wet and horny a lot so I guess the constant flow kept her "wired" all of the time. She never had an odor, only a scent and her clit gets chubby and hard like no other I've licked. As I concentrated on the center of her clit she seemed to go into a trance trying to modulate her breathing. However, once I began sawing my tongue on the underside of her clit with the stroke on my tongue just getting into her slit she would begin to lose all control and could sometimes see her pulling on her nipples hard enough for ME to be alarmed. Tonight was no different. She was humming and leaking as she twiddled her nipples as I lapped up her sweetness as she jerked and vibrated. 

I've tasted good hard g-spot squirt and tonight she was mixing a lean fluid. Sometimes the ejaculate is just a bit milky and that seems to taste the best, very mild, almost tasteless but with a sweet aftertaste. Without seeing it in the real light this was my guess.

She was breathing hard and choppy and I know if I got her to spasm like a man she could build up enough pressure to shoot like a fire hose. Patience like that I didn't have this night. I wanted to run her over the edge and tweak that little nerve until it was raw and she begged me to stop. I already knew I was going to throw her orgasm limp body over my shoulder and bring her upstairs to fuck her silly.

Her pleasure train was running downhill and little could stop it as I licked her clit and the top of her slot. I had a hand free as I didn't need to hold her open any longer. I took my thumb and hooked it in the bottom of her pussy, hearing a little groan as I did. The pinky of same hand easily reached her wet asshole and sink in the dilated little aperture. As soon as the first knuckle went it she clenched hard on it and her hard spasm began.

"ROBBIE, NA NA NA UGHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHhhhhh AHHH!" She bellowed before stiffening and lifting her torso from the table.

I saw her eyeballs turn back as she went from red to ashen as I watched her face. I tasted her wetness and felt it run over my busy hand as she seemed to go limp but then turn steel again. The shrill scream that left her lips had me worried about the neighbors again as it continued for 10 or 15 seconds but then she went lip and her hands shot down to push away at my face. She had enough and couldn't take any more.

"ROB, ROB! My heart will EXPLODE!!" She shouted in a loud gutty whisper as she pushed away at me.

I pulled away and let my hand out of her as I watched her enjoy the last spasms falling back on the table. I stood and pulled up my pants so I could walk and pulled my undershirt out to wipe my face as the wetness got uncomfortable.

I knelt and pulled her up to a sitting position and put my shoulder into her belly and stood. She easily lifted from the table and hung over me as I held her legs tightly as her arms dangled behind me. I was the caveman bringing home my prey. She had been pleasured into submission. When I laid her on the bed she went into a fetal ball but I quickly took hold of her top and got it off her shoulders and off her arms to make her nude before me. I got out of the rest of my clothes and stood beside the bed. She was a bit dazed but as she looked up at me I saw her eyes dart to my cock. I stepped against the bed and she rolled the half turn to be flat on her stomach taking my half hard cock in her mouth. She nursed it as if it were her font of life.

Passion flowed through us again as my cock grew hard and rigid in her mouth in moments. She lifted her head from it and looked at me sweetly.

"Now." Was all she said before lowering her head to rest on her twined fingers as she spread her legs and scrunched up her knees a bit.

I knew what she wanted as I went to the other side of the bed and crawled behind her. Her pussy was as red and full of blood as I've ever seen as I pressed my cock to her lips and sunk in, both of us letting groans of pleasure emanate from our mouths. I fell over her and held myself tightly to her choosing once again to rut rather than stroke into her. I tongued her ear and whispered my love to her as I went like an animal at her, but I felt my cum rising already.

I pushed myself back up to my knees and looked down at my cock in her pretty pussy. I held her hips and began to stroke her in long strokes, her mouth letting out a report for each time I hit her.
"UH UH UH UH UH UH UH!" She wailed as I fucked her.

I looked down and saw her little asshole treasure was dilated a bit and I couldn't resist touching it and skewering my finger in her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, GOD, that too! Fuck me there, fuck me everywhere! UH UH UH." She cried out in passion.

I don't think she was really prepared to get rammed in her rear and I wouldn't think of doing it without preparing her, but my finger in her rear was making her feel the naughty passion of bad girl / bad boy sex. We were both over the line in that department, doing those things thought of as "dirty"; the thoughts and things that made it more and more exciting with the specter of "being caught" in the back seat or in Mom's bedroom as it were. Our strings couldn't be tuned any tighter at that level and I really wanted to hold off, but my cum rose and before I could do anything to thwart it, I was filling her pussy with my second load of the evening.

It came up so fast I had little time to bear down on it and let it pressure up to a hard shot. I just oozed my cum as I let the pleasure just take me. The friction of my pistoning and the grip and squeeze of her pussy put a satisfying smile on my face that I thought might never leave. I hummed out my joy as the waves kept coming with my pushing out drops and pearls into her. Volume wise it was not much as my fourth of the day, but pleasure wise it was the best in a long while. She couldn't have sucked it any more deftly from my balls.
This whole day of loving felt different that any other times with Gail before. We had turned a corner neither of us suspected even existed, and there were no regrets. I slipped my finger from her ass and fell onto her, both of us breathless in post-coital exhaustion.

The next thing either of us became aware of was the chime of the hall Regulator at 8 a.m.
It only chimes from 8 till 8 so it was the first sound in the house since we collapsed.

It took a moment for either of us to realize what had transpired and where we were, but it all came rushing back. I was somewhat spooned to Gail as we cuddled, uncovered on the bed. Once she moved the smell of stale sex filled the air as we became aware of dried semen on both of us and the dried puddle on the bed.

The day before was a blur, but a watershed moment in our love and lives, frozen in our memories. We were spiritually married and looked at each other in a different way from that day forward. It was like we were diametrically charged and when we touched that day the spark and fire welded our spirits in a way that no mortal could change. I was lost for wards, but I knew each time I looked at her a satisfying warmth came over me and she mirrored the same feeling. The day before was something we could never match in passion and intensity, nor did we need to. The memory of it was there to shade every moment we would ever share.

Our first words of the morning after the most important day in our lives would not be memorable.

"I'll burst if I don't pee." Gail said as she gingerly got up holding her belly as if it would burst with a quick movement.

"Me too." I added as I rushed to my feet right behind her.

It seemed forever waiting for her to finish her long stream but sensing my impatience she yelled an OK once she finished and moved to the bidet. Wordlessly we faced the wall taking care of our business searching for the first words of our new lives together.

Before I could suggest a shower I heard her say "Damn" and leave the room. After my pee I gathered towels for our shower and I heard the toilet in her room flush making me wish I had just used that facility to leave her to her morning duties. It was a first lesson of our "married" life.

I hung the towels on the "tree" outside the shower door and got in and adjusted the water. She came in the room and went right to the bidet again. Gail had gotten continental. When she opened the shower door I was taken aback by her beauty. I swear she got more fetching in my eyes every day. Her breasts were pointy cones when she stood and pillowy orbs when she lay or bent over. Her ass was the most shapely I think I could remember. If I could walk past her without touching it I would worry that I was losing my maleness. Her flat belly and smooth mound reminded me of female perfection. She was made for sex, it seemed and her mind craved it as much as her instinctive body demanded. I remembered her demanding I take her in her ass last night just for the fact that she could give me that pleasure. The thought of the pain and discomfort of such a spur of the moment decision was out of her equation, she just wanted to be sexually possessed and give pleasure.

Now she was the demure pussycat coming to my arms in the warm spray that would wash our love juices away and prepare us for another day of love making and devotion.

Devotion! That was a word I sought ever since I woke. That was what drove my love for her. She was devoted to me, making sure my risks and sacrifices paid off. She did everything to make sure that her feelings were more than evident to me. That coupled with the fact I truly missed her touch, her feel and her ambience when I walked into our bedroom yesterday morning. I wanted to pour my heart out but didn't feel the time was right, but when we got home from shopping and she started to pour out her feelings to me, the moment happened. Now with it all in the open we were to carry on as normal, but without that "relationship fear" uneasiness.

She hugged to my face under the spray like a scared puppy.

"I was a virgin yesterday." She whispered. "Every way you made love to me felt like the first time. You touched me in places I never felt anyone, even you. I felt your heart beat in my mouth, you tasted like the love I wished for. It satisfied me so much. Your mouth made such love to me I thought I might pass out, and then I felt you inside me once again like it was new. That was why I wanted you back there, so I could feel a virgin there for you too."

I held her tight and then began to wash the body I knew I would love the rest of my life. The body contained the spirit of the most beautiful person I ever met and she was totally mine in every way, just as I was hers. This was going to work.

We spent the rest of the Sunday together, shopping, eating and finishing the day viewing a laser light show at Stone Mountain. We quietly slipped into bed together and made love before falling asleep. The last 36 hours had been spent digesting a new commitment to each other and tomorrow we would start to apply that to our everyday lives to see how it fit.

Chapter 15

I was a little shocked to be awakened by the phone on Monday morning. As I put the situation together I was it was 8:30 and it was Marie, the secretary, from work calling to be sure I was up. I wasn't due until around 10 for the 10:15 meeting and this was her little perk for each of the roadmen on their first Monday back. Today was my turn and she did her usual little cat and mouse flirt. I was just a little curt with her wondering why Gail hadn't woken me. I told Marie I would see her in an hour or so and go up to see what was up.

There was a note on the bathroom mirror.

"ROBBIE, YOU LOOKED SO PEACEFUL I COULDN'T WAKE YOU. YOU'LL NEED YOUR REST FOR LATER. HEE HEE KISS KISS, I LOVE YOU."

I smiled at her insinuation, but was proud that she knew it was work Monday and that was first. I was all about priorities and I loved the way she was adapting. This was her first day to regular salary and she wanted nothing to change that. I know she set a goal for getting her drivers license soon and a car after a few paychecks. Until then the bus stop each morning by 7:15 would be her gig. Unfortunately I really missed seeing her in the morning and I already hoped she woke me up the rest of the week with her. But for now, the shower, coffee and toast and my short drive in were all I could think about if I wanted to be ontime.

After being out on the road for a few weeks, my first day back at the office was my favorite. I got the chance to show them what was going on "out there" and share my ideas on things. The morning was typically a debriefing of sorts to explain my notes and incident reports. Supply problems in the Mobile area were a hot topic today as security issues reared their heads. We had been a target of vandals twice in that area and certain supply lines were closed for safety checks. Unusually high demand stretched us to the limit and never used emergency contingencies failed at times. I had dictated a long report with solution ideas to Marie on my drive home and uploaded it Saturday. When I hit the board room, the 8 page report was in each spot around the discussion table. Marie was as efficient as ever. As I read the report aloud from the overhead and supplied photos from my digital camera I impressed myself. Today might be a good day to make a pitch for an inside gig.

After my report and a review of the highlights of the previous weeks field reports they had a company news blurb that told of retirements and acquisitions, etc. Today's ended with, "Iggy Cooper today adds a new full time Geo-CAD to his team after a 6 week temp stint. Her name is Gail Hunt and she has the credentials to be a major contributor with AmeriGas. We're excited to have her on our team."

I stood up to speak before the meeting was to break at the end of the announcements. 

"Ummm, …before rumors and stories start to get around I want to get this out in the open." I began. "Gail Hunt, the new Geo-CAD, is an old college friend of mine. Recently she and I have entered into a relationship together. We don't consider it a fling, and with my position on the road it doesn't violate our frat policies. She's very serious about her career here and we don't want rumors to float around."

At the head of the table the two VP's exchanged whispers and looked at me as I retook my seat.

"Rob, we don't see any problem with this, especially since you came forward. Good luck." One of them said before he stood and looked at the group and said, "I think we're done, let's dismiss."

We all stood and gathered our things from the table. Iggy Cooper came over to me.

"That was probably the best way to handle it. Way to go. Those guys know what she's capable of already so I wouldn't worry."

As we broke up and everyone headed for the halls and elevators I was able to catch up to Seth Maris, a VP. Seth had been an assistant coach at Minnesota when I was trying to walk onto the hockey team. He was out of school about 4 years then, but helped out with the Gophers program each Fall. I suspected he was a big alumni contributor to the Hockey program and strapping on the skates with the team as they whittled down to a squad was one of his perks. I knew him well from each of my 4 years as the third goalie and the practice goalie.

"Seth, do you have a minute? I want to thank you for cutting some slack on my ummm . . relationship. It's a part of the reason I wanted to talk to you. I'm not asking you to come off the road, but if anything should become available here in house, I want you to know I would like to be considered."

"Want to spend more time at home with your new love, huh?" He answered smiling.

"Well, sort of. It would be nice. I mean our time together is great but being away has been a drag. By the time something opens up I may have changed my mind. We're just going through that building block phase of our relationship and I just wish I was home more. I'm home for two weeks this trip and I have my hiatus time, so it will actually be three. So as you can imagine, leaving is hard. I probably have my head up my butt the first few days I'm out, but I'm sure I'll be over that. I guess I really feel this is the real thing and it's getting pretty serious. I wouldn't want to be married this way." I explained as honestly as I could.

"Listen Rob, I totally understand and you wouldn't be the first man who would want to be home if he were just married. We know it goes with the territory. Let things play out, but I'll keep you in mind if we think anything fits you in here. Send me a memo to remind me once I get back to my office. I'd hate to lose you on the road, but I'd hate even more if you left the company. By the way, you've picked yourself a pretty smart girl there. Iggy wants to turn the whole department over to her if he gets his Masters and puts in for another department." Seth said, easing my trepidations about even asking.

As the elevator closed and I walked back up the hallway I felt pretty good. Seth had endorsed both of us and seemed to understand my mental predicament with our relationship and knew he would have to provide a fix should we really get crazy and make the big step. Today was Gail's first real official day on the job after her temp status had run out and a VP of the firm was talking about her taking over one of the most important departments in the company's profit and R and D structure. They weren't handling her as a new hire, they were handling her as if THEY paid her way through college and touted her.

I checked my watch and saw it was almost one o'clock and I was feeling hungry. I buzzed Gail's phone and I heard it roll over to the floor receptionist.

"Gail Hunt's phone, can I help you?"

"Yes, is she out of the office?"

"Yes, but she is in the building and I can get her a message if it's urgent."

"No - no. Is she at lunch?"

"Ummmm . . . Mr. Preston? She said she was going to grab a bite and workout. She expected you to call."

"Oh! Umm OK, thanks." I said as I headed towards the gym.

You have to walk to the end of the third floor and down a ramp past windows that overlook the gym. The gym consisted of a floor full of exercise machines, stair climbers, treadmills and fixed resistance modules. There were a few mats for exercising. From noon till two and again from five until seven there were usually a couple spotters to assist anyone. The company was very health conscious with the ulterior motive of keeping health care costs down.
The most endearing part of the gym was the elevated track that circled the large high ceiling room. That was where I saw Gail through the overlook windows as I went down the ramp to the entrance. I stopped to watch her jog by. My cock fluttered in my pants as I saw her in her tight little outfit. As she went by I watched her ass as her legs pumped. Good Lord, she was a picture! I stood to watch her go by again but she finished her run and I saw her go down the steps into the women's locker and shower. I suspected she was just inside cooling down, but I thought it best to leave her be.

After grabbing a quick bite in the cafeteria I felt my cell vibrate and I saw it was Gail returning my call.

"Did you call me on business?" She queried as I answered.

"Yes. Monkey." I answered.

"Huh? What?" she answered confused.

"Monkey business!" I said with a chuckle.

Oh, sorry Rob. I'm just real busy so I can get done with a project for Iggy. He's leaving for New Orleans tonight and needs it. I'll start dinner for us. If you don't get a call you'll be home just after 6, right?"

"Yes, Ms Hunt. . . . . .Jeepers Gail, can you turn it off for a second. How about, hello Robbie I miss you today?"

Her voice turned to a sexy growl. "You'll know how much I missed you later. Maybe we can feed each other?"

"Now, I'm sweating. Sorry to bother you. I'll see you at home." I said as she laughed and got back to her work.

I realized another quality I admired in her. She was able to take her emotions about our relationship, which were quite great, and bottle them and set them aside and be just as passionate about her other "loves". She truly loved her work. Her sense of self-satisfaction and accomplishment drove her madly towards her goal. However, when she walked out the door she was able to leave the job behind. I suspect her former life style of being mad at the world, mad at God and wanting to show the world as much, helped nurture this quality. At first she had to know how freaky she looked and acted, but she kept herself strong and told herself not to bend. However, when she was in class she was all business, and I do mean ALL. Having the where with all to turn that world grudge off long enough to devote her mind to her studies was like she partitioned her brain, like one might a hard drive on their computer.

I did my best to put my anticipation of being with her in the back of my mind and devote my thoughts to work as well. The day was cruising by with my catching up with paperwork and making out itineraries when I felt my pager go off. Looking down at it I saw that I was in the tan Amerigas-Amerifuels road tech uniform and was quick to remember I was on call.

I dialed the service number and got the lowdown on a problem right in Metro Atlanta. There was a gas smell in the area of Turner Field and around Pulliam Street; and Georgia and Capitol Avenues. The report was followed quickly by a call from Turner Field itself saying that the gas pressure was low. In less than 3 hours they were to host a High School football pre-season match-up of county rivals. It was a yearly charity game and they expected 25,000 or more fans to be there. Football of any kind is big in Georgia.

I called and sent prelim crews to the site and followed up with police and fire crews to be ready to handle an emergency. Fire crews would assist us in getting into the sewer systems and prepare to vent them if necessary. All downtowns fear a trapped underground gas explosion in the infrastructure of the sewers. This had the earmarks of just such a situation. All enroute crews were told of what it "sounded" like so they could take precautions upon arrival. If there were a problem it meant closing I-20 and I-75/85 which crossed almost over the area. Doing so with the prospect of 20,000 additional cars coming to a game only increased the mess and the possibility of a bigger disaster.

I was in an emergency vehicle with flashing lights on my way within a few minutes. Our on site fire crew were trained first responders and our lights and sirens got the same respect that municipal engines got. 

When I arrived our first crews were already measuring gas from cracks in the pavement at street level and along the curbs. Metro Atlanta fire fighters were there just behind us and they were gingerly opening a manhole after gelling it down to make sure no sparks were created. Hosenoses were sent down into the sewer lines and, thankfully, we found no detection of natural gas. Meanwhile crews were getting strength readings from different areas of the affected streets and began to pin down where a break might be. This could end up being a simple fix-up after all. Pulling out our blueprints of the area we began to turn gas cocks off to isolate the affected streets and still keep Turner Field online. Where it didn't seem possible as first, we did come up with routing to facilitate our needs. Then I was off to Turner to check for pressure and be sure there were no additional problems.

It was pushing 6 o'clock and parking lots were still closed and traffic was bound as far as the eye could see, but traffic was moving unless you were trying to get off at any Turner Field exits. By 6:10 we gave the all clear to open parking lots and permit the game to go on. We found the source of the leak, let it vent to make it safe and ending up only closing one block of one street; an inconvenience for sure, but an easy one when you consider what the possibilities could have been. My own expertise was never needed on this emergency, but having the luxury of knowing that up front was impossible. A smell of gas in the streets and low pressure usually means a build up is contained and that means disaster
 I was 20 minutes late being home and I hadn't called Gail yet, and I was at least an hour from walking in my door. After being called out once, it would take a dire emergency for me to get a second call. I wasn't on a service or repair crew, I was just their guide to safely do their job when the situation called for it. Then I followed up with the why and how to prevent it from happening again.

"Hey, babysweets, I guess you know I'm late. I'm out on call." I said as she answered the phone.

"I know. Iggy called me as soon as you left the garage. I even saw you on the live news cam on channel 63. Are you through?" she asked.

"Yes I just have to file a report and drive home. Lets look at 7:30 OK?" I offered.

"OK, be careful! Do your job, we have forever . . . but tonight would be nice." She chuckled.

I was back at Amerigas in a few minutes and got the on-call secretary to depose me. I hated that word, it sounded like I do or did something illegal. Actually it was just the opposite, it was to keep our ass covered for lawyers and possible law suits. Tonight was a simple settlement rupture in a very soft firmament under the pavement, next to the sewer line, probably caused by the massive construction project of tearing down Fulton County Stadium and building Turner Field. In city infrastructure if there is heavy gas smell on the street, 95 times out of a 100, the sewers are ripe for explosion as they build pressure and take away from the customer pressure. A spark in this unnoticed condition could take out a couple city blocks. My deposition definitely justified my actions with police and fire, as well as permitting the game to proceed as planned. At 7:15 I was driving home with a clear head and a lot of anticipation of my evening with Gail. God, I loved her and missed her.

I parked he car and went in through the mud room and immediately my senses were filled with good smells from the kitchen. Gail greeted me at the kitchen with a long deep kiss and tight hug. She turned and picked up two glasses of wine she had poured and we clinked before sipping. As we walked into the kitchen I saw she had to places set at the end of the breakfast counter where we could sit almost face to face. She pulled out my chair and I sat while she served.

Salmon fillets with steamed veggies filled the plates she brought out and her secret was known. Chef Carmina, a neighbor of mine, was a TV chef and had a small catering business. She froze her specialties for me and delivered them every week or so. She was a rotund woman in her fifties whom I met when I first moved in. She admired my lawn and landscaping as I set my yard up. She brought me a couple of her frozen specialties as a housewarming, friendly gesture. I was blown away at the quality and asked if she could supply more, offering to pay. Since that time she would stop over Mondays if she saw the kitchen lights on and deliver her flash frozen specialties. I usually gave her $100 which she would put down her cleavage and say it would go to her grandchild's college find.
She enjoyed our weekly visits and I enjoyed the food. To her they may have been TV and catering leftovers, to me it was a way to get a good hot meal without investing the time.

"You met Carmina tonight didn't you?" I said with a smile.

"Yes, she startled me at first, this big woman with a cooler on wheels at my door. She introduced herself and I remembered you mentioning her before. She grilled me and told me to watch you. She said you always flirted with her, and then told me her heart belonged another." Gail explained.

"Yes, her husband died, apparently a long time ago. She has a son with a 12 year old grandchild that she worships. It's Monday and you turned on the kitchen light. That means I'm home for the week and she gathers 10 or 15 dinners for me and comes over. If I'm not busy we talk." I said as we began to eat.

"She can see into the kitchen?"

"Not really. It's just that the crystal in that light by the window makes it obvious it's on through the trees."

"That's good. I wouldn't want her to see what I was going to do after you finish eating."

"Really!" I remarked.

"Uh huh, I've had this urge to get naughty with you all day long."

"I saw you in the gym for a minute. I wanted to see your cute ass go by again but you finished running as I got there."

"I didn't even know you came down. I guess we were both pretty busy today. I may give you a good look at my ass tonight, but you might better think about my dessert for now." She purred.

Gail could be so blatantly sexy or incredibly coy when she wanted. Tonight she combined the two and was just going to be plain naughty. She loved being my pleaser, making me happy and contented with her sexy skills. Most of all I loved how much she enjoyed making me happy. Tonight I would take advantage of that and she was going to go to sleep quite well pleasured herself.

We finished our dinner and made goo-goo eyes while we downed the wine she had picked for us. Then she got up and took the plates to the sink and she came around behind me on my swivel stool at the breakfast counter. She wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled my neck while she whispered.

"Ya know, before you sex was always for pleasure or to stay popular. I can't tell you how wonderful it is to make love to you and have you make love to me. Touching you, feeling you, tasting you makes me tingle from head to toe. I was in heaven all weekend and now I know we can have a little piece of that anytime we're together." She whispered cat-like.

Before I could comment or answer she stepped back and spun my stool around. While she locked her lips to mine her hands went to my fly.

"I want my dessert and I want it now." She growled.

My zipper went down as a smile crept across my face. A wanton woman with wanton intentions was to my liking, especially when it was Gail. She looked down as she fished my cock from my pants. I wasn't totally hard yet, but was well on my way with no oral help from her. Her head went down and I felt the warmth of her mouth as she sighed over me in satisfaction like she was slipping into a warm tub.
She bobbed up and down a few times and then she held just the head in her mouth as she rolled her jaw on me. As she did this her little fingers worked at my belt and the snap on my uniform pants. She opened my pants and began to fuck her mouth over me again. I wished I could see her face but she was standing and leaning over me, her hands on my knees.
 Suddenly her head popped up and she looked at me square.

"Your pants and shorts Robbie. OFF! I want those balls. You'll lick every inch of me later, and I want all of you." She demanded as began to follow her orders.
 I stood up and my pants fell and she pulled my briefs down as I resettled my butt on the stool. Her mouth went over my cock as she filled one hand with my balls and she steadied herself with her other hand on my knee. After a few quick dives down on my cock she let me go and squat before me pressing her mouth to my balls sack, filling her cheeks while her tongue tried to move in the crowded spaced until she let them out and took one at a time between her lips. The thumb of her right hand massaged in small circles right behind the V at the bottom of my cock head. After they were good and wet she pulled her mouth back to my cock, but said just before going back down on me,
"I want that ball juice in my mouth."

If she wanted me to cum quickly, she certainly knew how. She couldn't have been sexier and just plain naughty. Her squat disappeared as her ass rose again and she was bent over me fucking my cock with her mouth to beat the band. One hand was on my knee and the other was playing with her nipple through her sweater top. Her breathing told me she was going to cum and that was all the inspiration I needed.

Her mouth tightened over me and the hand from my knee went to the base of my cock to pump so she didn't need any signal from me I was near. I leaned back onto the stool and let go with my load as she hungrily swallowed and teased me with her tongue.

Besides deep groans from my throat I don't recall saying anything. The animal in both of us took over and after the last drops leaked from me into her mouth she just held the head in her mouth. When I gasped "Oh God!" she let it fall from her lips and stood up a bit before falling forward onto me.

She was a bit frantic in her voice saying, "I need relief, my pussy is SO hot and WET!" before climbing almost over me to the counter, laying flat on it while her fingers gripped the other side and her legs dangled off just to the side of me.
 Her movements almost pushed me off the stool and I needed no hint or encouragement. Her skirt was already hiked up from when she squatted in front of me and she wasn't wearing any panties.
 I squat down and buried my face in her split and got her clit between my lips and worked her over to relieve her as soon as I could. When she let go a couple deep sighs I knew I relieved her immediate problem and sought out to taste the rest of her tasty quim. She was fresh as a daisy from riding the "french pony" in the bathroom and I went to town. I licked and sucked her as deeply as I could before getting back to her clit working over that nerve. She came a couple times in little spasms, but I needed a better angle at her to get her off like she wanted. With her knees almost on my shoulders I stood up a bit until she crawled forward rest her knees on the counter. I could stand and bend over her much like she had me now.

She pushed her ass back to me as my lips locked on her clit while I held her cheeks in my hand. She huffed and puffed before growling deeply and bearing back on my mouth hard as  I heard her call my name from deep in her throat. I let her clit go and went right for her spread ass to get at her little butthole. She lurched forward with an "Ahhhhhhhh" as I ran my interested tongue over and over the little slot, kissing and licking it.

Her shoulders rose and lowered on the counter alternately as she enjoyed getting her ass eaten while my thumb played with her clit.

"That's where all this leads to Robbie. I want you in my ass. Take me and fill me. Possess me, fill me with your cum. Push him deep up my pussy until I can't take anymore then put him up my ass and finish in me. You are mine, your cum in my belly, make me yours with your cum deep inside my very being. Do this for me!"

She had obviously thought about his a lot today, or at least since she was home alone. She wanted some ritual to seal what we had all weekend when she felt like a virgin everywhere. This would seal it, finish it, and lose her last virginity. She had tuned me as taut as a man could get. My passion would not deny her.

With her skirt pushed up over her waist and her sweater pushed up over her breasts I, for the second time in a few days, put her over my shoulder to carry her to our bed. At the top of the stairs I decided to bring her right into the bath. I set her on the counter and kissed her pouty, anxious face. Before she could react I stepped back and pulled her sweater over her head. While I kissed her face again I worked at the stays on her skirt. Once undone, I pulled her forward and she got to her feet so I could push the garment down.

Before me nude I was reminded once again of her physical beauty and how lucky I was. I wrapped my arms around her and was about to attach my mouth to hers when she pushed me away and took hold of shirt and began to pull it over my head, although it was a button down. She wanted me nude as well. We stood and embraced in a long necking kiss before she broke it and turned around and leaned over the cool bathroom counter. I opened the drawer to my right and took out a tube of water based lube gel.

Looking to her perfect ass displayed before me, my cock jumped in anticipation. I stepped to her and placed myself at the entrance to her pussy and slid into her as she moaned in satisfaction. Her warmth around me sated my urge to just tear her up so I could open the tube and squeeze a blob on my thumb. As I pulled from her just a bit I placed my thumb over her little hole and pushed in, causing her to start. My cock and my thumb gave her a slow dual penetration fuck while she whimpered and gasped. I felt myself begin to get react to my fucking and it was way too soon for that. With my thumb still impaled in her, I let my cock drop out as she sighed. I opened the drawer once more and took the flavored liquid lube out. I drizzled it down her rear crease and as my thumb fucked her, pushing it inside while she hummed approval of my rear digital fucking.

I slid my thumb from her and ran my hand up her back as I lay over her.

"Come to the bed and we'll make passion." I whispered as I picked up towels to lay under us in our bed. She rose and turned and looked to me for help. I picked her up, in my arms this time, and took her to the bed. I set her down, spread the towels and pulled the sheet over her as I crawled in beside her.

I expected her to be a tiger once we hit the sheets but she turned docile. I'm not really sure if her emotions caught up with her or if she was just plain tired, but she certainly was not done for the night.

I spooned up behind her, wrapping my hands around her tightly, slipping one under her so I could hold both of her breasts. My passion was built as I growled in her ear about my love and how excited she had made me. My middle poked at her, searching for her warmth and I slipped easily into her smooth pussy again, causing us both to start with pleasure. I pumped slowly in and out of her while I kept my litany of devotions going in her ear. Liquid lube was leaking from her and coating my cock reminding me of the task I was to perform for her.

"Are you ready for me to fill you?" I asked.

"Yes, please Robbie. I need you to possess me, take my ass." She said anxiously.

I didn't want to hear her ask or beg one more time and I was ready to feel the warm glove of her ass. I moved my hip back and when I felt the head of my cock trapped between her pussy lips I guided it up till I felt he dimple in the middle of her crease and turned my body toward hers. I slipped easily into her as I pushed the breath from her.

"Ohhhhhh, Rob you're in me. I can feel you, every inch. Don't move!" She groaned.

I wanted to obey her request not to move, but I had to impale her fully first. I swung my leg over her and almost got on top of her until I was fully pressed into her. She blew all the air from her lungs and groaned deeply as I rolled back, keeping my deep penetration of her.

We lay for a few moments motionless as we grew accustomed to each other.

"You're part of me, fuck me, love me take me." She begged in a low whisper.

My face was pressed to her ear, my body pressed to hers as my hands were full of her breasts. My hips undulated as I began to fuck her deeply, but slowly, in her most private place. She felt not so much tight as snug, her bowels hugged to me as her rectum seemed to milk me as it tried to thwart me each time I stroked back. Spontaneous spasm and orgasm swept her body as she moaned and seemed to exalt in the satisfaction of being taken this way. Her enjoyment may have been more spiritual than physical as she felt the meaning of the act, the total giving of her ultimate private place, now open for her lover to enjoy. As much as I also felt the spiritual giving from her soul, the physical pleasure was beyond words. If a woman could combine her mouth and her pussy and bring her lover the physical pleasures of both, this particular intercourse was it. I was a little sad to think as we rode the pleasure of this that it was probably the last time we would ever have a moment like this exact moment. I was somewhat sure we would have anal coupling again, but at this height of passion and feelings it might be impossible.

I felt my own orgasm rising and I knew I could do nothing to slow or stop it. I tried not to change the meter of my stroke, but it became impossible as I heard the muffled slap of my hips to her sweet cheeks. After a good 10 longs strokes to squeeze my orgasm from me I humped up over her again and held her.

She had tears in her eyes and I worried I hurt her.

"Are you OK? Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?" I asked worried.

"No No No, not that at all. It was just perfect. So beautiful. Your cum was so warm I felt it inside me. I tried to squeeze you in rhythm of your movements to make it as good as it was for me. I love you, I am yours completely now and you are mine. I want to be with you forever. I hope that doesn't scare you." She cried and hiccoughed out.

"No, I'm not afraid of your feelings at all. You know I feel the same way. We are one, we are forever. I don't know how I could change that." I heard myself say, though I hardly knew where the words came from.

I continued to hold her tight as I began to shrink within her. I felt air gurgle and bubble around my cock as she began to lose my load and the air I pumped into her. I should have got her up to make sure she didn't develop cramps, but everything seemed to be OK. She was involuntarily farting out the air around me as my cum ran out through her dilated little hole. We could hardly let lose of each other at this time. There was no place for embarrassment or politeness. We fell asleep coupled and leaking.

I woke with a terrible urge to pee and looked to the clock radio and saw 12:05. My cock had long since fell from her ass and we  had slept for about ninety minutes or so. My movements stirred her as I felt her fingers grip mine that were still at her breasts.

"We better get up and clean up before we get back to sleep." I said as I rolled up to sit and then stand.

Gail was not as quick to move but she turned to sit and stand herself, extending an arm for me to help her.

"Go and pee so I can sit on there." She said to hurry me once she was assured she had her sea legs.

After I peed I let her have the toilet while I went out to gather the soiled towels that covered where we lay. She was using the bidet when I returned saying she was OK. She motioned me over and had me straddle it myself and showed me how to adjust the fountain as I cleaned my own genitals. I felt funny at first, but I was glad I tried it.

Moments later we were back in bed and quickly asleep in each others arms. This was the cap-off of our super weekend of devotion and love realization. Though we might always feel this way and deeper, the expression might never hit the pitch we found in the 72 hour period when we realized and consummated our love.

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