

CARREE LOVES BILLY #8 CARREE SETS THE DATE


The following story contains ADULT SEXUAL SITUATIONS. 
Do not read any further if you do not wish to read 
material of this type. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

I lost my William early in 2001. He was a writer who, 
one day, planned to use my diary's, which I kept 
through our young courtship and beyond, as a basis for 
a true erotic story. 
William and I enjoyed reading erotic stories of this 
type to each other. He planned to use the pen name 
Billy Hand and wanted to share our sexual experiences 
for a means of helping others understand what a true 
loving relationship was, and how sexual one can be.  
Few of the stories we read on sites like this dealt 
with true love, sex and sexual acts with the candor 
and tenderness we actually showed each other.

As a means of therapy for dealing with his loss, I 
have taken up the project. Though not as accomplished 
as William as a writer, I too, write professionally 
for travel and vacation guides. 

I hope you enjoy our stories as much as we did living 
them. Whether you believe our stories or not, trust me 
when I say they have been embellished little. Names 
and places have been altered to mask our identities, 
but the basis and most of the situations are true.

I will always truly love the character you will know 
as "Billy" or "Bill" Wilson. Once Bill became a 
published writer and author, he was always known as 
William.
This will be the Seventh entry in the series after the 
genus story:
Carree Loves Billy 

This story is,
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CARREE SETS THE DATE


Finishing our final year in college when we already 
had potential careers promised was very much akin to 
waltzing through your senior year of high school when 
you had already been accepted to a college. A certain 
amount of pressure had been lifted for both Bill and 
myself knowing exactly where we were going to be for 
at least 2 years following graduation. 
My employer, Arens and Ponds, had been gracious in 
offering to find an affordable place for us to live 
until we decided where we wanted to settle. My mentor, 
Miranda Ponds had found a potential home for us in the 
Baltimore suburbs that was near Baltimore mass 
transit, the MTA.
She described it as a "Leave it to Beaver" type of 
neighborhood, with a MTA commuter line less than a 
ten-minute walk away. The ride to the Amtrak station 
on the commuter was 10 minutes. Miranda talked to 
neighbors and found that typically you could be on an 
Amtrak train in 25 minutes from the front door, 
depending on schedule. It would make a 3 hour train 
ride for Bill, each way. While that sounded atrocious 
to me, Bill, with his laptop, considered it office 
time. Last summer, while interning, he often commuted 
the 6 hours in a day and used his train time for 
writing, and reading, and studying. Bill was never 
bored.
If I chose to drive to the office I need only get on 
the interstate less than a mile from the house and go 
9 exits. 
The house was owned by a principle in a company we had 
bought out to get some Ocean City accounts. Arens and 
Ponds wanted more local dealings to better their 
relationship with some of the Maryland Chambers. We 
have received a lot of Maryland Education business and 
had little Maryland flavor to our business besides 
that.
Arens and Ponds held the paper on the property and had 
it leased until June. We could then sign a 24-month 
lease at $600 per month, plus utilities, and then 
exercise an option to buy or move. It seemed too good 
to pass up. We planned to visit and check out the 
house during the Christmas break. This could end up 
the house we owned when we got married.

Bill had fallen into a nice niche at Time. 
Environmentalists had come to lay a lot of pressure on 
Canada about acid rain and its effects on New York 
forests, as well as New York Nukes and the West Valley 
clean up. Upstate New York had become a hotbed of 
Environmental news, so, Bill was the environmental 
reporter for upstate New York. He covered press 
conferences and enviro stories around Western and 
Northern New York. It gave him lots more free time for 
himself and me. It kept him in the loop at Time and 
got his name on by-lines and "also contributing to" 
credits.

Arens and Ponds kept me on top of things using me as a 
copy writer. They would give me account profiles, and 
goals. I would submit creative ideas and submit copy 
to be critiqued. Miranda kept me totally on top of the 
entire goings on with accounts old and new so I could 
step right in as her assistant when I finished school.
Both Bill and I had pretty cool situations. I, 
personally, could not have written a better ticket for 
myself. I really stepped in it.

Henny, Maria and I had become even closer in our 
fourth year of rooming together. We really wished we 
had taken a place off campus for our last year, but I 
was impossible to get hold of for the summer and they 
could no longer hold the place they wanted. A four 
bedroom 3 bathroom place could have meant boyfriends 
sleeping over and lots more privacy.

We confided as sisters on intimate details of our 
lives, especially sex, and that put our lives in 
better perspective. To share and trust, and compare 
notes, I could not have found better friends. We were 
sisters.

Maria had detailed her summer with John to Henny and 
I. She had moved in with him for 6 weeks while he 
house-sat in Port Jefferson on Long Island. He had an 
aunt who had to go to Boston for a heart procedure and 
she wanted someone to stay in her house while she was 
away. Maria's parents didn't like it, but she 
convinced them it was the right thing to do. Maria was 
relieved to find-out how compatible they were and were 
going to set a wedding date for a year after her 
graduation.

As she finished filling us in on her summer, she 
looked at Henny and told her there was something she 
had to get into the open that I already knew about. 
She explained to Hen about her seeking out "faceless 
fucks", when she would be separated from John for 
semesters at a time while he went to school out west. 
She felt that since I knew it and Henny didn't, there 
was dishonesty between us.
 
"They were just faceless fucks, they don't mean 
anything. I go out and pick up a kid, someone young, 
and show him a few things." She confessed to Henny.

"I go to the hang-outs where the freshmen are. Not so 
much here, but over near the other area schools. I 
show them a good time, they, in turn, make me happy. I 
have to feel like a woman sometimes, you know. I 
became dreadfully horny and lonely and felt little 
like a woman. I slipped one day and mentioned it to 
Carree, that's how she found out. I felt sexually 
empowered. I would be the aggressor, show these boys 
some real tits, how to eat pussy, and what it feels 
like to get a real blowjob. I don't fuck them. I may 
act like a slut, but I'm no whore."

"Wow, Maria, that sounds like me before I really 
hooked up with Nicky. I would fuck anyone. Hell, I 
won't lie; I loved it. Fucking is great, but making 
love is better."

"Well, I know I'm going to hear an "I told you so" 
from Carree, but I had a bad experience the last time 
I did it before we went home for the summer. I'm 
telling you both this, because the guy knows where we 
live, and although I don't even know if he is around 
anymore, I think I should warn you." Maria explained.

"Why didn't you report it to the Police, if you had a 
bad experience. I assume the guy tried to make you do 
something you didn't want to?" I asked.

Maria got real flustered at my question and began to 
lose her composure.

 "Oh yeah, just what was I supposed to do? Tell the 
Police that I wanted to just blow him, and not 
anything else, and if they caught the guy and charged 
him I have to testify that I wanted sex, just not that 
much? Plus it gets out in the papers and my parents 
and John find out. I WAS STUPID, OK? TELL ME THAT YOU 
TOLD ME SO. I KNOW IT, NOW." Maria said as she became 
undone.

I went to her to hug her.

"Maria, I can't judge you, but it sounds like you want 
us to. Yes, you were stupid to do it that time, but 
you were just as stupid all the other times, but 
nothing ever happened, so you felt the power of the 
situation and the safety that you were never caught. I 
don't think any less you. C'mon Maria, we all love 
each other too much for that."

"That's all I could think of all summer, was how you 
were going to beat me up for being so stupid, 
especially after you warned me. I should have known 
you wouldn't judge me and would sympathize with my 
predicament. I guess I really WANTED you to beat me 
up, as my own punishment. Well, I won't do it again. 
It made sex hard to enjoy for the first few weeks with 
John on Long Island, the guilt ate at me so."

"So, what did this creep make you do, if you don't 
mind saying," Henny asked. "I remember you were saving 
it for your wedding night, he didn't ruin that did 
he?"

"No, the last time John and I were together before 
then, we finally did it. We finally gave in. But the 
bastard . . . . . he, , he made me do other things." 
And then Maria went into a full bawl, calling herself 
names and banging her fist on the sofa.

We had a group hug to comfort Maria and told her to 
give us a description of the guy, in case he might 
come around. But, Maria wasn't through yet.

"I have to tell you what happened. No one has ever 
heard the story and I have to tell it to someone so I 
can get it off my chest. I know it's my fault, but I 
want to tell it so maybe someone can tell me that it 
wasn't, OK?" She explained. "It's actually pretty 
gruesome."

"I went to a college sports bar nearby and sat at the 
bar, sipping a soda. I knew a couple guys were 
checking me out, but they seemed older and one of them 
goes to school here. But, there was a table with 3 
guys, and I assumed they were freshmen, they all had 
soda's too. They had eaten, and it was almost 10 
o'clock. 
That's when they proof the place and all the underage 
students have to leave and the band starts. I asked 
the waitress if she knew any of the 3, but she only 
knew they were freshmen at the Ag school. I asked her 
if she could get this one kid, a cute blonde haired 
guy to come to the bar. She said she would try, but 
figured I didn't want to be too forward. When two of 
them got up to play pool, she told him that I wanted 
to speak to him. He hesitated, and then came over 
wondering what I wanted, and asked if I was one of his 
sisters friends. 
I explained I was looking for a date to go dancing 
with, and I hated to walk into a place alone. He told 
me he was underage, but had proof that said otherwise. 
We talked for about 10 minutes and I suggested we 
leave to go to FudPuckers, or some place. He acted 
real shy and I figured I had a good one on the line."

"Usually I take them some public place, like 
FudPuckers, and we park the car, but before we get out 
to go in, we neck a bit and get "friendly" with each 
other. It usually doesn't take long to talk them out 
of going in, and going someplace more private. I know 
a few good places to park. Young guys go for my tits 
right away and that usually keeps them happy for a 
while. Once they try to put a hand down my pants, or 
up my dress, I stop them."

"I tell them they can't screw me, but that I love to 
have my pussy eaten, and if they do it right, I'll 
repay the favor. By this time they are drooling and 
tripping over their tongues. This guy, he said his 
name was Dean, was just like the rest. I bailed over 
the seat and took off my panties and invited him to 
dive in. Like the others I had to show him how I liked 
it, and I kept him going by telling him how I was 
going to suck his cock so good when he got done."

"Maria!! I can't believe you talk like that," Henny 
said. I thought you called it a pee pee!!"

"Please don't joke Hen, this is pretty awful," Maria 
warned.

"Once Dean got going it was apparent that he had done 
this before. He was trying to stick a wet finger up my 
butt and I kept pushing it away. He sat up and grabbed 
me by the throat and told me under no uncertain terms 
that he WAS going to stick his finger in my butt and 
that he was using it to get ready for his cock. 
Well, this scared the shit out of me and I said, 
"forget it" and went to get back in the front seat. He 
slapped me full force, full hand across the face and 
showed me my keys in his hand. He slapped me again on 
the other side of my face and I knew he meant 
business. 
I also knew I had lost control of the situation. This 
guy was a sicko. He turned me on my stomach and pushed 
my face in the seat. He walloped the hell out of my 
ass with his hand and then spit on my ass and stuck 
his finger back in. He kept it there and kept spitting 
on my ass. I was delirious with fear and pain. Then he 
stuck his dick up my ass and fucked me like a goddamn 
animal."  

Maria had kept her composure for the most part of her 
story, but she was beginning to cry now.

"I was in so much pain, I thought I would die or pass 
out. I felt if I just cooperated he might finish 
faster and I could be through with him. 
But, he had other ideas. He pulled his dick out of my 
ass and made me suck it. He told me that if I bit him, 
he would kill me. As he said that, he had his hand 
around my throat and I no doubt he was able to squeeze 
life from me. 
Humiliated by being sodomized and forced to taste my 
own ass, I wasn't doing quite well at the blowjob he 
was getting, so he set about to slap my face again, 
full handed, each side, real hard. 
I was dizzy and in total panic. He grabbed my head and 
stuck his cock down my throat and fucked my mouth hard 
and deep, making me gag and throw up all over my self, 
while it was still in my mouth. Let me tell you both, 
that I thought I was going to die. I was THAT scared.
He finally came while fucking my mouth and told me if 
he saw one drop outside my mouth, he was going to pull 
out all my hair. I didn't doubt him.
I swallowed and swallowed and gagged and gagged, but 
made sure I didn't lose a drop of the disgusting 
stuff. I thought I had never been more humiliated 
until he finished and let me lay there about 10 
minutes and the told me he had to piss, and he was 
going to do it all over me. 
I lost it and told him he had done enough to degrade 
me. He grabbed me and slapped me again, this time 
slapping my bare breasts, I was sure he broke the skin 
had ripped them off. I rolled into a ball in the back 
seat and figured he would beat me to death. I was 
planning on playing dead as he struck me. He slapped 
my ass real hard a couple times and I stifled screams. 
He grabbed me again and spit on my ass again. He 
wanted to fuck me there. I didn't see how I could take 
it. I wanted to die. After working his dick in there, 
he let his piss fly."

How Maria kept her composure during her description 
was beyond me. I was crying for her, but she was brave 
in wanting to confess how stupid she had been.

"Once he was done, he pushed me out of the car and 
drove away. He hollered out that I would find the car 
at the bar where I picked him up. He tossed my clothes 
out and he was gone.

After crying, shitting and puking for about an hour I 
finally was able to get my clothes together, and I 
found a stream where I could wash a little before 
walking to my car. I must have walked 5 miles, and I 
avoided staying on the road where anyone would see me. 
When I got to the bar, it was closed and my car was 
the only one there. When I went to it, the keys and my 
purse were on the front seat. All my money was still 
there, and all my credit cards and ID's were there, 
but everything was taken out and neatly laid in rows 
on the seat. I sat and cried for a while and finally 
drove to a motel. There, I showered and washed my 
clothes in the tub, and slept until the sun came up. 
Once I knew you guys were in exams, I came back here, 
in my damp clothes, and put my self back together."

By the time Maria finished the story, Henny and I were 
both in tears.

"Why didn't you go to the Police," I asked.

"What do I tell them?" Maria answered. "I wanted to 
pick up a virgin, and I gambled and got a pervert? I 
didn't see any way around the fact that I PICKED HIM 
UP! How do I explain that to John, or my parents?"

"The fuckin' bastard raped you, sodomized you, Maria. 
He should be locked up!" Henny said, boiling mad.

"LOOK, I was a stupid whore for doing what I was 
doing. Carree warned me that I could run into a loser 
one night, and I didn't listen. This guy may have 
scared the shit out of me, violated me in ways I 
didn't think possible, but he also cured me of being 
stupid. Forty-eight hours after it happened I was no 
worse off. He could have killed me, for Gods sake."

"Why don't you send him a thank you card, for Christ's 
sake Maria? If you ever see him, point him out. I'll 
pick him up and bite his balls off, the bastard!" 
Henny stewed.

"Let's just drop it!" Maria shouted. I only told you 
because I have been living with it all summer. I 
thought I was going to end up in therapy over it, but 
I'm not. My sex life with John was great and I am no 
worse the wear for it all. We even tried it, you know, 
. . . back there and I was OK with it. No bodily or 
emotional scars. I take all the blame, I just had to 
get it out!"

"OK Maria, but if you ever need to talk about it or 
have issues, don't hide them. We can all talk and try 
to fix things, OK? Listen, I love the both of you and 
hate to think that this happened to one of us. We have 
to look out for each other. Maria, please don't 
hesitate to come to us, OK?" I implored.

"OK, but I think I'm fine, OK?" Maria said.

"I don't see how, but I'll take your word for it," 
Henny said. "You're sure that everything was OK with 
you and John? I mean the sex part. You don't think of 
the rape every time you have sex do you?"

"No, because that wasn't sex, that was violence. I'm 
pretty strong willed and know that neither John nor 
sex had anything to do with it. I'm OK really." Maria 
insisted.

Never one to mince words or be genteel, Henny asked, 
"Even when John did you in the butt, you didn't flash 
back?"

"God Henny, leave a few things in her life sacred," I 
implored her.

But, Maria, knowing that Henny was Henny, said, 
"That's OK, and I guess it's a good question. Yes, I 
did think of it, but John did it lovingly as a lover 
would. I would have been doing it reluctantly anyway, 
but I really kind of liked it, at least with John."

"Yeah, butt sex is great, I really love it," Henny 
said as if she just said the sky was blue. We were 
truly open with each other, especially Henny, who knew 
no bounds of taste or decorum. But, if you knew her, 
you had to love her.


Henny and I looked out for Maria a lot for a while, to 
make sure she was over the ordeal. If she had any side 
effects of her attack, she never let them out. It's 
almost that she felt she deserved what happened to her 
and she got punished to learn her lesson. I couldn't 
ever feel that way, but Maria must be a much stronger 
individual.

Once classes got underway it all seemed like a bad 
memory as the three of us got back into our routine. 
What was different was that I saw Bill at least once a 
week now, and we planned to keep it that way until the 
snow flew and travel might be dangerous.
Maria coaxed John to fly home from school whenever 
there was a break of any kind. Flying in from the mid-
west sounded expensive to me, but I gathered that 
John's family had money. I also think that Maria let 
him know how lonely she was getting, being away from 
him. I think he suspected she was seeing someone else, 
which really wasn't true, but the rape must have left 
some seeds of doubt for Maria to sow. She must have 
changed a little.

For the long Veterans days Holiday weekend I had 
thought the three of us had went home. But, on my 
return on Monday afternoon with Bill, figuring on a 
little afternoon delight before he drove to his 
campus, we found Nick and Henny in the dorm.

"I thought you went home for the weekend? I asked.

Henny just smiled at me and said, "No, I decided to 
stay back and do a little local sight seeing."

The look on her face bewildered me and she was about 
to explode with news she wanted to tell me.

"Just for the last month or so, I've been going to the 
sports bar where Maria picked that asshole up. I was 
just hanging around for short times, grabbing 
something to eat and a soda or something. I became 
friendly with the barmaid and was somewhat of a 
regular. When we got talking about boyfriends I said 
my guys name was Dean (the name the guy who raped 
Maria used).

"Oh, really," she said. "You mean the Dean who hangs 
around here?"

Henny said, "No I doubt it, I don't think he comes in 
here."

"Well," the barmaid said, "I hope not, the Dean who 
comes in here is a pick-up artist. He thinks he's 
God's gift to women. If I see him come in, I'll point 
him out, because if he's your boyfriend, you ought to 
lose him."

So, anyway," Henny continued, "I went there a few more 
times and once the barmaid saw me and motioned me to a 
corner of the bar, out of sight line of the tables."

"Deans here," she said, and she pointed him out.

There sat a blonde haired blue-eyed guy who looked 
about 16. He caught the two of us looking at him and 
he smiled.

"No, that's not my Dean," Henny said. "That guy is a 
kid."

"That's good," the barmaid said, "I hear he's into 
rough stuff, but I guess some girls like that."

So, armed with this information, Nick and Henny were 
prepared to go to the sports bar all weekend waiting 
for Dean to show up. He showed up Friday night. They 
noted what kind of car he drove, and then followed him 
back to his dorm. 

They kept an eye on him all day Saturday. About 9:30 
p.m. he left and went right to the sports bar. Most of 
the students from the area were out of town so it was 
slow. Nick told Henny that he didn't think Dean would 
hang there long, there were few cars in the lot, so 
they waited for him to come out.
When Dean finally left, there was no one else around. 
They were able to jump him and get like a canvas bag 
over his head and arms. 

Then Henny paused.
 
"Well, what happened" I asked impatiently.
 
Hen reached to the sofa and picked up the local Monday 
paper and pointed to the front page, below the fold.

"Local Student Beaten in Fraternity Hazing"
the story read. . . 
"A local student was found beaten and tied in a canvas 
bag to his waist Sunday morning. His feet were tied 
with plastic restraints, typically used by Police in 
holding cells.
When the manager of the Third Base Sports bar came to 
open at noon on Sunday she saw the lone car in the 
lot. She didn't find it that strange, except there was 
thick red yarn tied to the cars door handle that led 
into the wooded area behind the bar. The other end of 
the yarn rope was tied to the feet of victim, Dean Doe 
a sophomore at Agricultural Tech. While Doe insisted 
he was not part of any Frat hazing, Police said the 
fact he had been urinated on made that hard to 
believe. "It's typical frat house stuff", said Officer 
Petersen. "With all the frats on local campus' that 
are on probation for hazing, it's no surprise he is 
denying it." Petersen did not make it clear if there 
would be any further investigation."

I dropped the paper and was dumbfounded.

"Henny, you and Nick did this? Are you crazy?" I 
asked.

"Carree, we never said one word. He never had a clue 
if there 2 or 3 of us, if we were all guys or what. He 
kept on shouting names of girls who he thought we were 
getting revenge for. He knew why he was getting his 
ass kicked, he just didn't know who it was from. He 
finally got quiet when he got punched every time he 
hollered." Henny said so proud.

"Carree," Nick said, "Henny would have killed him if I 
let her. She kicked him in the balls about 4 times. 
The little fuck was crying when we left him. Henny 
went back and pissed on him, so I did too. After Hen 
told me what he did to Maria, I had to get the 
bastard."

I didn't know what to think. I was afraid they would 
be found out and be caught, but I had a little glow of 
revenge inside.

"Listen, we cannot be caught. We covered every 
possible track. No one saw us. No one can place us 
anywhere. He has no clue who did it. He shouted out 
different girls names, saying like,
"It's for Sherry, right? Well, she wanted it rough." 

Man, he was so confused. Then we really let him have 
it. He got a good beating and probably thought we were 
going to kill him. I wanted to scare the shit out of 
him." Henny said.

"But," Henny added, "We CANNOT tell Maria we had 
anything to do with it. I want her to see the article, 
but I do NOT want her to think Nick and I did it. OK?"

I agreed, but was still in a daze, not believing she 
and Nick could be so larcenous. 

"Carree, don't go and get Goody Two Shoes on me here," 
Henny said. 
"You have that look on your face. Do you think I could 
stand to think of that little bastard running loose 
after what he did to her?"

"But, Henny, you can't take the law into your own . ." 
I started, before Henny interrupted.

"HE STUCK HIS DICK UP HER ASS AND PISSED IN HER, 
CARREE," she said as she held a defensive pose to me.

I thought about that for a second, and said, "OK, I 
guess it was something you had to do. Maria was wrong 
not to have him put away. I won't say a word to her."

"Don't even point out the article to her. Let her find 
it," Nick said. "If she doesn't see it by Wednesday, 
point it out to her as you are tossing it out, you 
know by accident."

Henny and I agreed and never said a word to Maria. 
Later that week we saw her read the article, and by 
the look on her face, she knew whom it was that got 
beat. I asked her what it was, trying to draw her out, 
and she just said "Oh, Nothing."
But she was humming and smiling the rest of the night.

I guess I always had a horror in the back of my mind 
of being raped. I was always aware of catcalls and 
whistles when I was in certain situations and always 
chose to not pay attention. When Maria told us of her 
rape and brutal violation, I almost felt it happened 
to me. That was funny in it self, because Maria seemed 
to have forgotten about it, or took it in stride. She 
truly thought that going out and picking up a lover 
for the night was OK, because it was strictly sexual 
for her own satisfaction. To her it was enhanced 
masturbation. Yet, she portrayed a Polly Pure front 
almost all of the time, even when talking among us 
girls. I was flummoxed to her thought processes.

Maria may have purposely planted a seed in her fianc‚, 
John's, mind that she was lonely and desperate enough 
to seek other company. He made the long flight in for 
a weekend every month to be with her. Even though he 
could well afford it, in their first few years of 
college, John was only home for Christmas, and usually 
met her for Spring Break somewhere. He had taken Maria 
and her love for granted for the last time.

Just as we got ready to go home for Thanksgiving 
weekend, Maria took me aside and handed me a newspaper 
with an article circled:
 
"Local Ag Tech Student Convicted."

"A local AG Tech student was convicted of a July 
kidnap/rape in Woonsocket, R.I., where he resides. 
Dean Doe originally was going to accept a plea bargain 
for probation in the July incident, but decided to let 
it go to trial. After his alleged victim was convicted 
for marijuana possession, Doe recanted his earlier 
confession in hopes of influencing the court that she 
may have brought the rape upon herself."

The story went on to say that he could get up to 25 
years, but expected he might serve 3-5 years.

Maria looked at me with a smile and a tear in her eye.

"It's over, but the girl he raped was my fault. I am 
really sorry for that. I read a while ago that he was 
found beat up in a Frat hazing, and I felt vindicated, 
I had a revenge of sorts. I forgot about what a next 
victim might mean. I never thought of that part."

"He's gone, you're safe, your love is safe, Maria. You 
would have lost everything if you accused him, and he 
could have beaten that charge then. Don't fret that 
you could have saved someone else from him. He's done 
now." I assured her.

We hugged and held each other tightly, she wanted so 
bad to share this whole thing with someone she loved 
and trusted. It truly was over and to this day I don't 
know if she ever found out that Henny and Nick were 
the ones who beat up Dean the scum.

That Thanksgiving Bill broke his family tradition of a 
long weekend in Vermont. He drove up ahead of his 
family as soon as he got me home on Wednesday around 
noon. He went ahead to ski with some cousins and met 
his parent's there Wednesday night. Right after the 
families big Dinner on Thanksgiving, he headed home to 
spend Thursday, Friday, and Saturday evenings with me 
up in his writing study over the garage.

I had just finished drying the last dish after our 
Holiday Feast when I went to sit with my parents in 
front of their new fireplace. We waited to serve the 
dessert pies for Bill. He was going to sit by the fire 
with the 3 of us and talk. 
Then after that we were to be off to be alone. Mom and 
Dad offered to let him stay with me there, but I am 
sure they understood our need to be alone. It was 
still only down in the high 30's at night, so the 
Franklin stove was plenty enough to keep our little 
hideaway warm for us. Besides that, we had a lot of 
heat to share with each other.

Dad had just put a few more logs on and Mom poured the 
hot chocolate when I heard the growl of the engine. 
Bill was here. I felt myself blush just knowing he was 
here.
When he came to the door I rushed like a schoolgirl to 
hug him. Mom and Dad hollered their hello's from the 
living room, allowing us a private moment and word.

Bill whispered to me, "Lets start to discuss dates 
tonight, OK? Just to get a ball rolling and feel them 
out."

"I'm not ready to set a date, Bill," I said.

"Geez Care, I'm not either," Bill whispered.
"But my parents are asking me about it, and with them 
getting friendly with yours, lets just make them think 
we're looking into things. So, if they talk about it 
between them . . . I'm sick of saying we haven't 
discussed it yet. Maybe we'll actually get some 
ideas."

"OK, Bill," I said. "I assume you know best."

We went into the living room and Bill made sure he 
made a big deal about the new fireplace. My Dad got a 
lot of help on it, but he did the most of the work. He 
was so proud. 
It was a real piece of Americana, though, the four of 
us curled in front of the fire with a homemade pie and 
hot chocolate on Thanksgiving night.

Bill broke the "date" ice.

"Carree and I are beginning to look at possible 
wedding dates. Now we don't want to jump the gun or 
anything, but after graduation we would like to have a 
date set. But we are certainly in no rush. We 
discussed a window of . . .how long Carree?" he 
hesitated as he looked at me for an answer.

"Two years," I blurted out as Bills eyes bugged.
"We figured we were in no hurry and if we had to wait 
2 years it would be fine. We want time to plan and do 
it really right and make sure everything is 
accommodating to both families, and of course, us. 
It's going to mean Bill and I having to plan time off 
way in advance from work, we will be living in 
Baltimore then. We will need all that time if we plan 
on getting married back here, and we do."

Suddenly Bill wasn't so shocked that I ad-libbed "two 
years". I think he assumed I would be in a hurry to 
get married, and deep down I was. But, I know my Mom 
and Bill's Mom, with their only son and daughter, 
wanted the day to be a special one to last forever in 
their memories.

The three of them were all pondering my words, 
searching their minds for some place in time to work 
from, to or fro.

As they pondered, I added, 
"Unless you want us to just elope and call you from 
the Justice of the Peace office to tell you we were 
married."

My mothers face turned ashen as I said it. My Dad 
rolled his eyes.

"For Gods sake, I was kidding." I assured them. "You 
have a look on your face like I was serious."

"Although," Bill added, "If we decide to buy that 
house in Baltimore, my Dad has said that maybe we 
should get married, legally, at a JP, and just not 
tell anyone."

"I wouldn't like that," my Dad kicked in, "But he may 
have a point." I would suggest if you do that, don't 
tell ANYONE."

"You would tell us, right?" my Mom asked, all worried.

"Silvie, you would be happier not knowing, I'm sure. 
How do we know they aren't JP married, right now?" My 
Dad said to make a point to her.

"Well Carl, I'm sure they would have told us," my Mom 
said and then looked at me imploring, "Wouldn't you?"

"That's my point." My Dad said. "We don't know and 
would be better off not. If a legal situation makes it 
to their advantage to get a legal marriage, they might 
be better off. Nothing would change, that would 
concern us."

"Well Carl, now you've given me something else to 
worry about," my Mom said.

Bill stepped in. "I can ease your mind. We are not 
married in any way right now. If we did do it for any 
reason, I am sure you guys and my parents would know. 
Don't fret it. It was just something my Dad suggested 
to make things better financially. Let's worry about 
it when we have to."

"Actually, we plan on taking a trip overseas, possibly 
to visit some of Carree's Dads relatives in Poland. We 
have wanted to go for a long time and one of his 
brothers is planning an excursion. That expense and a 
wedding would be hard to handle in the same year." Mom 
said.

"Well, that's exactly the reason why I wanted to bring 
this up," Bill said. "We call rule OUT times that are 
bad for each family."

"OK, Bill," Dad said. "I'll look into things with my 
brothers excursion plans, as well as things at work. 
They are planning a move to a bigger complex, and that 
will eat up tons of my time as well. Way to look ahead 
on this. We have to get together with Doris and Willie 
and see what works for them."

My Mother had that worried "Mom" look on her face. I 
knew she had something to say.

"In this 2 year window you are working with, what 
would be the soonest, you might look at?"

"Geez, Mom Kasc, that's a good one." Bill said. "What 
do you think Care, 4 months after graduation?"

"If push came to shove," I began, "We could pull it 
off that soon, but I would hope for a year. When I 
daydreamed in high school, I always thought of August 
or September after we graduated from College, but with 
jobs and a house in place, the tail is wagging the dog 
already."

Bill pushed himself off the front of his chair to get 
closer to the fire. As he sat in front of chair he 
drew up his knees and I saw the outline of his crotch. 
I blushed as he caught me looking, as he smirked.

"I tell you what," Bill said. I planted the seeds, but 
let's not stress anymore over it tonight. Let's just 
enjoy the fire and each others company."

"Good idea!" Dad said. "Silvie, how about we refill 
the hot cocoa and get seconds on pie."

We each held up our cups, game for Dads suggestion. 
Mom took her tray and piled the empty plates and cups 
on, saying she would be back with refills. My Dad got 
up to help her.
I slid off my spot on the sofa and sidled up to Bill. 
I looked around to be sure Mom and Dad had left the 
room. I brought my hand right onto Bills crotch.

"Aren't you the sexy one, with the tight pants 
tonight?" I said. "I want seconds, but not of pie." 

"These pants aren't tight at all, they just snugged up 
when I slid down." Bill defended. "You just have a 
dirty mind." He couldn't hide his smile.

"Well, I haven't eaten what I like to eat for over 2 
weeks, so be sure there's plenty for me." I whispered 
as my Dad led my Mom into the room with a tray of 
cocoa and a tray of pie selections.

"Here we are," my Dad said. "I wouldn't want to send 
you two away without making sure you tried some more 
pie. Carree made the apple, Bill, so you know you'll 
always eat good."

I raised an eyebrow to Bill as my Dad made his 
innocent comment to him. I was just licking my cocoa 
spoon as he heard the comment. I think I saw a bead of 
sweat rise up on his forehead.

We all sat and quietly reflected watching the flames 
dance at the end of a busy Holiday. Bill and I 
anticipated being with each other by this time and 
were waiting for the right moment to say our goodbyes. 
Maybe my Mom wanted some alone time with Dad in front 
of the fireplace, because she was the one who broke 
the ice.

"Well Carree, do you have a bag packed with things for 
the next few days? I guess it doesn't matter much, 
it's not like you're going to be far. Your Dad has to 
work tomorrow, so anytime you show up for breakfast, 
I'll make it for you. You aren't planning on doing any 
Black Friday shopping are you?"

"I don't think so, Mom," I said. "When we get up, 
showered and dressed we will be over. I don't think it 
will be too late. Then, I'll drop Bill back so he can 
finish something for his journalism class. Then I'm 
coming back here to study myself. Meg Parker is going 
to come over in the afternoon and help me perm my 
hair. She has something she says I HAVE to try. I'm 
getting it cut for Christmas, so if I hate it, I only 
have to live with it for a few weeks. Then, I'll get 
Bill and we'll be here for dinner, if you don't mind. 
Well, as long as its leftovers!" I presumed.

"Yes, it will be leftovers, and you know this is 
always your house to come and go as you please, as 
well as eat. We firmly believe in that old "not losing 
a daughter, but gaining a son" saying. We love you 
both being here." Mom said.

As she finished, Bill was helping me up and we got 
coats and I picked up an overnight bag I had to get me 
through the next couple nights. We were staying in 
Bills study over the garage, but we had the run of the 
Wilson's house, so we could shower and eat and all. We 
could have even stayed in Bills own room, but he felt 
funny there with me. I guess I understood that.
We both kissed my Mom and told her we would see her 
for breakfast. We told my Dad how sorry we were that 
he had to work tomorrow, and then I hugged and kissed 
him and Bill gave him a hug and a handshake.

As many times as we had been together, alone, I still 
had wet pants anticipating it all over again as we 
bound off the porch of my house to get to Bills car.

On the short trip up the road to the Wilson house I 
sat with one leg crooked on the seat. I put my hand 
right over my pussy and cupped it, catching Bills eye 
immediately.

"I hope you still want more dessert, because I have a 
piece of pie just aching to be eaten, devoured, even." 
I said as sexy as I could.

"Geez Care, You're going to make me drive off the 
road. Don't worry I'm still very, very hungry." Bill 
said with a smile.

"I guess just sitting in the house with you there got 
me all worked up. I've been looking forward to this 
for two weeks. I just love sleeping together. 
Do you think Baltimore will be as much a dream as it 
was last year? I'll miss the simplicity of the 
apartment, but a house, one that might be ours, how 
cool is that?" I bubbled.

"I'll have to admit that about half the way down from 
Vermont I started to think about you. Seeing you naked 
in my bed, and how much I wanted you passed through my 
mind. Damn, the blue devil is back at school too. I'm 
kind of getting that itch to do the nasty." Bill said 
with a wink to me.

"Never mind the nasty this weekend. The Back Bay train 
station has been shut down for a couple days. I had 
such heartburn on Monday I took a couple of those 
Pepsid tablets to kill the burn and it shut down the 
system. I haven't went since . . . " I was saying 
before Bill stopped me.

"Whoa, more information than I need at this time. Lets 
discuss bowel habits another time. OK?" Bill said, a 
little disgusted.

"Well, Billy boy I was going to tell you anyway, in 
case you had a wandering tongue tonight." I said, a 
little embarrassed.

"OK, I guess you're right. Too bad, you know how much 
I love your butt." He said with a smile.

We just got to his driveway as I reached out and 
touched his hand that he had rested on my splayed 
knee.

"Don't worry," I said, "Something tells me we might 
have fun tonight," adding a giggle.

Bill took his suitcase from the car and opened the 
side door on the garage. I felt a little blast of heat 
as soon as he did.

"You were here, already, weren't you? You're so sweet, 
you got a fire going." I said.

Bill just smiled and turned on the light and said he 
would be right back as he ran to the main house. He 
was going to turn on the heat there so we could shower 
tonight, before retiring.

I went up the stairs and found the room to be warm and 
I noticed a distinctive sweet smell. Flowers!! There 
were two nice bouquets in vases, one on the computer 
table and another beside the sofa/lounger (that Bill 
called the slouch couch).
I had just set my overnight bag down and was fishing 
for my gown when Bill came up.

"The flowers are a nice touch, Bill, how sweet of 
you!" I said.

"Flowers?" he said looking around. "Wow, they are 
nice. My Mom must have put them out. How do you 
figure? I had the feeling they weren't really too hot 
for us staying here these few days, and she does this. 
Oh, well, lets go with the flow."

I clutched my gown to myself and sat on the couch. I 
was tired from the long day of food and anticipation. 
I sighed heavily and asked if he were going to shower 
with me, or if he would meet me there after stoking up 
the fire.

"You know, if you're tired, we can skip showers 
tonight and just crash in each others arms. I'm pretty 
tired myself. Besides, I showered this morning and I'm 
pretty fresh, and I'm sure you did too right?" Bill 
asked.

"Showering tonight means not getting to bed for 
another 45 minutes or an hour. I want you now, baby. 
How dirty can we be? We can freshen up here in the 
bathroom." I said agreeing with Bill.

Relieved that I didn't have to run from the house to 
the garage in the cold after showering, I took my gown 
to the little bathroom in the study. There was just a 
toilet and a sink, but Mom Wilson had left a pile of 
towels there for us so we were set. 
I stripped off all my clothes and before slipping into 
my gown I washed myself, giving myself a little tingle 
doing so. I've never had any reluctance to taste Bill 
when he wasn't just fresh from a shower, nor he with 
me. I suppose if we had worked all day or been 
running, it might make a difference. But after rinsing 
a little, all that remained was our own musk, that we 
keenly craved.
When I came out of the little room Bill was there, 
waiting to get in himself. We kissed and I told him I 
would meet him on the couch.

When Bill came out he was wearing just silk boxers 
that I had bought for him on Valentines Day. The room 
was warm enough, he didn't need a shirt, and he looked 
delicious. 
Bill came over and adjusted the "slouch of the couch" 
to its lowest position. It still wasn't flat, but it 
was not bad for sleeping. It wasn't quite as wide as a 
double bed, but we slept close, so it worked.

A sheet, a quilt and a comforter assured us that we 
would be warm, not to mention a considerable amount of 
body heat we planned to share. I laid myself in Bills 
arms and we hugged and luxuriated under the covers. 
Alone at last, the moment we waited for.
After a long hug, running our hands over each other 
Bill kissed me and we were soon necking like 2 kids in 
the back seat of an old Ford. Say what you want for 
sex and all the joy it brings, being attached at the 
mouth to Bill was so romantic, so fulfilling, so 
sweet, it truly made my whole body tingle, this 
communication so simple.
After a good 10 minutes of kissing, sucking and biting 
at each others lips, necks and tongues, Bill had 
worked his way on top of me.

 
"I want to taste you and feel you engorge and cum 
under my tongue. I want to make you happy and show you 
how much I love you. You know I love you forever 
Carree," he said as his eyes burned into mine in the 
winter moonlight through the skylight.

He kissed me full on the lips again and rose up a bit 
to kiss my forehead. He trailed down my neck to the 
ties at the top of my robe. With his teeth he undid 
their simple knot and parted my top. With his hands at 
either side of me to hold himself in a cat like 
position, he licked and sucked at my breasts, holding 
their nipple in his teeth as he pulled his mouth up, 
letting the nipple bud slip from his grip as the pain 
of his toothed pinch reached its nadir.
With my own hands I squeezed my breast to satisfy that 
yearn and to feed them to him again.
When I could no longer stand the pain of his bites I 
covered the nipples between my fingers and felt his 
tongue trail to my navel. He ate at that for just a 
moment and sat back onto his knees. 
No ties were left to be undone. The rest of my robe 
hung from my hips, but he slid it up, just past my 
navel.
My vagina, smooth and fresh, was his. He chose to kiss 
and lick every molecule of my sensitive skin until all 
that was untouched below my waist was the puffy 
engorged outer flesh of my slit. He tried to fill his 
mouth with the whole of it but he was denied. I was 
swollen in anticipation. He quickly sought to worm his 
tongue to open my pussy and expose my lips. As soon as 
its treasure was exposed, he flattened his tongue to 
my clitoris and I shuddered. 
Bill's tongue danced on my clit until it seemed like 
it was reaching out to him. He still was using both 
hands to hold his body over mine, so his tongue was 
all he had to draw me out and my clit felt like the 
size of my thumb. It didn't take me long to start to 
cum and I let him know it with my coo's, grunts and 
cheering. Just about all of Bill that was touching we 
was his tongue tip, usually he had fingers in me or 
was fondling my breasts, but tonight he knelt between 
my spread legs, his arms holding him up at my side. He 
reminded me how much I just loved to be eaten.

Once my second orgasm came, the rest were just one 
blur. I almost used my fingers to try and intensify 
the electricity by pushing my clit to his tongue, but 
I was just riding the wave. I was a little lost in my 
own world of pleasure when I realized I wasn't 
breathing, I was holding my breath and my clit was 
like an exposed nerve. It was like I came in the door 
from the cold.

"UghhhhhOhhh!" I forced out of my lungs as I pushed 
Bills face away. "No more, No more, I'm going to 
explode," I said.

Bill tried to get his face back in there, but I had 
protectively sealed off my pussy with my hand and 
moved into a semi fetal position.
Bill scooped me into his arms like a rag doll and sat 
back on his knees holding me. My eyes caught his as he 
smiled and pivoted a little and fell back onto the 
sofa with me in tow, now on top of him.

He loosened his grip and I stretched out over him.

"How did you do that, Tarzan?" I said as I ground my 
butt into his groin and rolled off him. "You handled 
me like an animal," I said as I roared like a lion.

"I thought you were going to hold me down and fuck me, 
sodomize me, like a beast. I thought I was going to 
have to fight you off." I said half kidding, half 
serious, remembering his hard cock touching my ass as 
he held me in his arms.

No," Bill responded, "I just wanted to feel your body 
against me. I wanted to play off your orgasm, you were 
electric."

"Oh, don't worry," I warned him, "You'll have your own 
orgasm." I said as I wrapped my hand around the base 
of his package of manhood. "I wish you could fuck me 
tonight, spontaneously like that. Just shove it in and 
drive me nuts. But, someday it will happen, and it's 
getting closer too, baby." I said as I covered his 
face with kisses.

I wanted to slowly work my mouth down to his cock, but 
I had it and part of his ball sack in my hand already 
and I couldn't wait. With one hand around the base of 
his cock and the other cradling his balls I knelt 
beside him and took the bulb of his cock in my mouth.
Oh, the smooth velvet surface under my tongue! That 
musky man of mine taste! I loved his cock.
I gently worked his balls in my hand and stroked him 
slightly with my other. Meanwhile I was loose lipped 
around his cock head, up and down, up and down. 
I know how to drive my man crazy.

Bill was whipped right up to the edge of cumming 
already.
"Ha haa haaa, Oh my God Carree, that's wild." He said 
as he reached down and took his cock in his hand.
 
I sat up and looked at him, quizzing his move with my 
eyes.

"Get between my legs and suck the cum out of me 
Carree. Let me watch you milk it and drink it. You're 
so beautiful when you do that. Ahh, do it now, suck it 
off." He implored me.

I scooted down and brought his leg over my head and 
knelt right between his legs.

"I'll do that Bill. I want that cum. I want all your 
love juice." I said as I took him in my mouth, with no 
hands, and milked him with my sucking lips and cheeks.

God, I wanted it, to taste a hot spurt from him to me. 

I had barely got into a rhythm when he began to leap 
at my mouth and I could taste some salty pre-cum. I 
didn't want him to go this fast, but he was ready to 
cum. When I felt he was right on the brink, I wrapped 
my hand around it and jerked it hard.
His first blast of watery cum hit the top of my mouth 
and I began swallowing. I was milking and swallowing, 
one spurt, then another. He shuddered and then another 
blast leapt to the back of my throat and then he 
melted back into the couch. I would milk and swallow 
until he had me stop, and it didn't take long to reach 
his breaking point. 
When he pushed me away I removed my mouth, but kept 
his cock in my hand, massaging it between my thumb and 
forefingers. I wanted to hug it to my cheek and fall 
asleep with it, but he was calling me.

"Come here baby, come here lover. Give me those lips 
and lets taste each other," he said as I crawled up 
and mashed my mouth to his. 
We kissed and held each other as we caught our 
breaths. The next thing I knew, the morning sun just 
peeked through the east-facing front window of the 
loft/study over the Wilson's garage.

I wasn't sure if it was 6, 7, or 8 o'clock. I just 
knew I really, really had to pee. I also knew the fire 
had went out and outside of the quilt and comforter it 
was cold, and the seat on that toilet was going to be 
like ice.

I turned a little to see Bill and he was just opening 
his eyes.

"Holy crap, Care. We passed out!" Bill said as he 
realized we were still nude under the covers.

"A fire Bill, build a fire. Warm! Please!" I pleaded.

He obeyed well as he rolled out from under the covers 
and I watched his cute ass run to the stove and open 
it.
"Hot dog!" Bill said, there's still some embers," as 
he put some smaller pieces in and followed them with 
one larger piece of log.

"That should get things started, until I piss," he 
said as his cute ass disappeared into the little 
bathroom. He came out a minute later and I asked him 
if he warmed the seat for me.

"The electric heat is always on, at like 55 degrees, 
to keep the pipes from freezing, but I closed the 
bathroom door last night, so it's warm in there."  He 
said.

Hearing that I jumped out of the covers and ran to the 
toilet holding my arms across my breasts to combat the 
cool air of the room.

Once I got in the warm bathroom and sat I hollered out 
to Bill. "I'm staying here until you tell me the heats 
up in there."

"I guess I'll just have to jerk off by myself then," 
he hollered back.

Hearing that I jumped up and wiped myself and ran back 
to the bed.
"That's my cock and you leave it alone." I said 
giggling as I jumped back onto the warm sofa.

I reached down between his legs and he was raising a 
pole.

"Did I do that?" I asked.

"Yeah, you did. When I got back in the couch after 
peeing I hit your warm spot and I could smell you. 
Bingo! Hard-on! We ARE like animals," he said smiling.

I was about to tell him I would finish off for him, if 
he wanted to start it, when I felt a familiar feeling.

"Shit!" I shouted. "Literally! I haven't crapped in 2 
days and all of a sudden NOW it decides to come 
calling. I can't wait." I said as I ran back across 
the cold room.

As I just made it to the john I heard Bill say to no 
one. "Man, could I ask for a sexier babe, or what?"

If he knew what my getting my bowels back to normal 
might mean to our sex life tonight, he may not have 
been joking around. I wanted to feel him inside me. We 
hadn't been that cozy in months, and being together, 
sleeping together for 2 more nights made me want to 
get close. . . real close.

By the time I finished in the bathroom Bill had gotten 
up and had our things together to trek to the house 
for showers. Ten minutes ago I was ready to eat up his 
sex juices, but nature calling had kind of ruined the 
moment. I was pretty sure we could make up for any 
lost moments.

I put on shoes and yesterdays clothes and ran through 
the brisk November air with Bill to the house. I hated 
wearing dirty clothes, but it was just until showers.

Bill turned up the heat and made a pot of coffee while 
I sat and shivered in the kitchen. Once he made the 
rounds of the house to be sure all was fine he came 
out to me.

"Do you want to shower first, or do you want to have 
your coffee?" he asked.

I stuck out my lower lip to pout.
"You mean we aren't showering together?" I wondered.

"It's just a regular tub Care, not a lot of room." He 
warned.

"Then we can hold each other closer. Don't you want to 
hold me under the hot water, . . . . and soap me up?" 
I said with a wink.

"You sure you want to get naughty in my parents 
shower?" Bill asked through narrowed eyes.

I stood up and put my arms around Bills neck.

"I really don't think of it as being naughty, as much 
as making love to you . . .and I would make love to 
you anywhere, OK?" I said seriously. "It isn't where I 
am, it's who I'm with, and you're the only one I care 
to be with."

"I'm sorry," he said. "I guess I just can't get over 
doing it here in their house."

I slid my hand down the front of his sweatpants and 
held his cock in my hand.

"I bet if I put your cock in my mouth in that shower, 
you would do just fine." I said in a low whisper.

Bill rolled his eyes and said "Ohhh Yeeahh, I'm sure!"

We made our way into the shower together and washed 
each other thoroughly. To scrub, rub and touch each 
other's bodies under hot water has such an erotic 
sensation to it. At one time I had a problem with Bill 
washing certain personal places on me, but after all 
of the sexual situations we had shared, our bodies 
held no secrets.

That morning, with soapy fingers simultaneously at my 
butt and vagina, I came to a loud, exhausting orgasm, 
ending with my holding onto Bill around his neck to 
regain my composure. He never ceased to amaze me with 
the height's he could bring me too.

We barely finished rinsing when the water began to 
cool and we had to cut our shower time off. I was 
disappointed I had not gotten a chance to reciprocate 
my love to Bill. Making love to his penis under a hot 
water spray had a distinct erotic quality to it. 

As we dried each other off the smell of hot coffee 
from the kitchen made us hurry to taste the morning 
brew. We took our cups and went into the Wilson living 
room, with Bill fetching the morning paper from the 
front stoop. While Bill sat in an easy chair taking in 
the news, I spread the black Friday ads and flyers in 
the floor to see if there were any sales I couldn't 
pass up. At one point I looked up and saw our 
reflections in the dark TV screen. Bill consumed in 
his news, with me at his feet next to him, reading 
quietly, sharing a peaceful moment separately, but 
together, with our coffee. This was how our life 
together would be. I smiled inward to myself, happy 
that life had been so kind to our spirit.

I turned to share my reflection with Bill and I saw he 
had stopped reading his paper, looking at me and 
perhaps sharing the same thought. I knelt up and 
turned to him seeking his lips for a kiss to seal our 
shared thought. He smiled and touched my hand as our 
lips met. The vibration told me we had shared the same 
thought.
I smiled as I went to go back to my ads and flyers. 
Turning, my eyes passed the opening in his robe. The 
treasure that eluded me in the shower was peeking up 
and out. While Bill seemed to turn his mind back to 
his newspaper, I suddenly had other thoughts.

I spun a little and knelt up again, taking his penis 
in my hand and mouth in one movement. Stunned but not 
shocked, Bill lifted his paper and looked down at me 
adoringly. Our eyes met and then I closed mine as I 
moved more between his legs and gave my attention to 
my purpose at hand.

Bill stroked my hair exulting aloud of how good it 
felt, how much he loved me, and how these moments 
would be many in our life's after we were married. I 
drank in his words as I reveled in the great feeling 
it was to have his penis in my mouth, where I could 
feel his heart beat and savor a feel and taste that 
was him and him alone.

"Ooo, I'm gonna cum, Do you want my cum, Carree?" Bill 
said, short of breath, suddenly getting close to 
orgasm.

"Ummm hmmm," was all I could answer as I sank my mouth 
deeper over his prong, as if I had time to refuse it, 
if I wanted to.

Quick jets of his juice hit the top of my mouth as I 
swallowed and teased the underside of his penis head, 
trying to coax all he had from his balls. He was salty 
but sweeter than normal this morning as I continued to 
milk him to get the final drops he had for me. He was 
throwing his head back in jerks hoping I would release 
his sensitive dick. Finally I took hold of it in my 
hand and held it out in front of my face.

"Anymore?" I asked. "Lover, anymore?" I asked with a 
smile for him.

Still unable to speak, he just shook his head.

I pulled his robe over his cock and patted him on the 
thigh.

"Come on, baby. Lets get dressed and let my Mom make 
us a big breakfast. We earned it today. Despite my 
appetizer, I'm still hungry." I said.
 
Then reaching into his robe to grab him one more time 
I teased, "Unless, you have more for me."

With that he jumped up and offered a hand to help me 
up.

"No, I couldn't take any more right now. Wow, you are 
amazing Carree. We sure know how to love each other," 
Bill said.

"We do, I replied. "Maybe we can do something extra 
special tonight." I said sliding his hand down to my 
butt.

I put my arm around him to walk out to the garage 
study together. We walked through the cool morning air 
back to get dressed and head to my house for 
breakfast.

My Mom fixed us a huge breakfast, despite the fact we 
ate so much on Thanksgiving. She asked if I could drop 
her off at the Mall and pick her up if she needed a 
ride later. With all she had done for us, it was hard 
to refuse.

Before I dropped Bill back to his study he went with 
me to drop off Mom and on the way back he asked me to 
stop at the Super Drug to get HBA supplies for going 
back to school.
He grabbed a hand basket and went off while I looked 
for a few things myself. He found me with his basket 
full of shampoo, pre-shave, razors, mouthwash etc.

"I borrowed lots of stuff from my room mate the last 2 
days at school until I could get to a drug store. You 
can see I was out of most everything." Bill said.
 
"Can I add a few things to your basket?" I asked as I 
put 2 Fleet enemas and a tube of KY jelly lube in with 
his load.

"I'm not making any promises, Bill, but I think my 
other problem cleared out this morning. We don't have 
the devil though, (my "little blue devil" anal 
plug/dilator) so you know sometimes things don't 
work." I said. Then grabbing his arm and pulling him 
close I whispered, "Since we're alone I want to be 
special tonight, up inside me. If it doesn't work out, 
I'm sure we'll have a good time."

Bill knew what I was referring to. A couple times in 
the past we had anal sex without using the devil. I 
experienced a little more than the usual pain but it 
quickly went away and we got away without really doing 
all the right prep to insure a good experience. 
However, we hadn't packed the devil a couple other 
times and we tried it, but had to stop because I 
experienced too much discomfort. Bill hates it when it 
hurts me. Maybe without the devil, but with the enemas 
we can pull it off. 
That was why I was always in control with anal 
intercourse. If it wasn't working, if I couldn't open 
up, I stopped it and he never complained. Although I 
always experience some very minor pain, if Bill knew 
of that, he would probably have stopped. It, as well 
as oral sex, is the closest inter personal one on one, 
give and take, sex experience you can have.

Bill went to the counter and paid for everything. I 
brought him out to his parent's house, we kissed and I 
agreed to leave him to his work and would see him in 
the afternoon.
When I got back to my house it was quiet and great for 
studying. I had the rest of the morning and early 
afternoon until Meg came over to perm my hair for me.

It was amazing how well I studied and how well my 
concentration was. I kept thinking that it was like 
Baltimore last summer where I could work all day with 
no stress, knowing my Bill would be there for me at 
the end of the day. Although I would have much rather 
spent the day with him, shopping, visiting friends, or 
going to movie, we were on the downward slope of 
college and wanting to finish with a flourish was 
important to me. 
I was always sort of disappointed that most of our 
alone time was spent having sex, because we were so 
much more than that. But, it seemed our time away was 
spent missing each other, so what do you do to cure 
that? 
As we had proved to each other in Baltimore, when we 
had so much time together, we made a great couple and 
were each other's best friends, as well as good 
bedmates.

I heard Meg's car come up our drive and I was glad to 
put down my book and stow my notes. I was getting to 
the blur point on the chapter I was reviewing. I 
looked to the door to motion her in and I felt like I 
was looking at a picture of me. I usually had my 
blonde hair cut into a short Meg Ryan type of shaggy 
look, and she had the long dirtier blond flowing 
tresses. Meg had lightened her hair and cut it much 
like I normally do. I on the other hand had let mine 
grow out, (Bill liked it like that - I hated it) and 
right away I knew what she wanted to do.

"Meg, you rat, you stole my hair." I kidded her as we 
hugged.

"Your Mom told me that you let your hair grow out. 
When she told me you were going to keep it until 
Christmas, I knew what I had to do. I'm going to give 
you a Meg Parker special, and show you how to do it." 
She said laughing.

"Oh, Meg. I HATE it, but Billy loves it like this so I 
gave him till Christmas before I cut it." I said 
making a face. "I like the low maintenance, like 
yours."

"Oh, God. Jimmy hates my hair like this, but I hadn't 
cut it more than a couple inches in 12 or 15 years. I 
like it long, but I just wanted new hair. I lightened 
it so I would know when all new hair had grown in. I 
know I'm silly." Meg said. "Carree with your 
cheekbones and chin, if you do it like mine was, 
you'll look just like Michelle Pfeiffer."

"No, I'll look like you. How can you stand this? I 
must spend an hour a day drying and combing and 
styling." I said, wishing I had her low maintenance 
coif. 

"Hey, we do it for our guys. Jimmy loves when my hair 
is long. He does all that kinky stuff with it. You 
Know!" Meg said.

"No", I said laughing. "I don't know."

"Carree, don't pull that innocent stuff with me. You 
guys lived together all last summer. Don't tell me 
that you've never gotten some of his stuff in your 
hair, and he doesn't like to rub his thing through 
it." Meg said, a little exasperated with me.

"Thing?" I said. "Meg, Bill hasn't got a THING." I 
deadpanned.

Although Meg and I have been best friends, we never 
got into the nitty gritty details of our sex lives 
once we really committed to our partners. We intimated 
some things, but never came out and said them. I think 
she wanted to talk about some of those things, beyond 
the giggly stuff we talked about at slumber parties 
and like that. One slumber party we played a truth or 
dare type of game where she gave us details of her 
first sex with Jimmy. But, that was a young girl 
trying to act grown up. I guess maybe now was the time 
to open that door. As we got more and more committed 
in our relationships, having that trusted third ear 
was going to make a difference if a problem came up. 
Megan was the sister I never had. Meg's own sisters 
were moved out of the house by the time she needed 
them there to ask all the boy questions. She sought 
out their advice a lot, but there was never the spur 
of the moment one on one between sisters like she and 
I had. I opened up some doors to Meg, but I always 
kept a foggy shroud around the real details.

Meg looked at me stunned for a second. "No "thing", 
huh?" she laughed.

"No Meg, Bill has a cock, a dick, a prick, a penis. 
I'm sorry, I don't mean to pull an innocent act with 
you. It's just some things I consider way too private, 
but I suppose if I can't talk to you, who do I talk 
to?" I said, and then paused waiting for a reaction.

She exhaled, as if some great barrier had just fallen 
at her feet. Still, she said nothing.

"So," I began. "You want to compare notes, huh?"

Meg smiled real big and then hugged me.

"Oh, I do Carree, and not to be nosey. It's just you 
don't know what to think sometimes, and . . . "

"I know," I interrupted. " I have the same questions 
myself. I can't even really open up with my roommates, 
Henny and Maria, and I've lived with them for 4 years 
now. If you don't think THAT'S personal, you know 
every little bodily function; there are no private 
moments. Last summer Maria was brutally attacked and 
raped and she told us every little sordid embarrassing 
detail. I couldn't do that if it were me, unless I was 
talking to you."

Meg scanned her eyes around the room as if she were 
looking for some other person who might be listening.
"Umm, Bill doesn't like to play with your long hair or 
anything when you're . . .you're giving . . . Oh, God 
maybe I can't do this!" Meg started to back off.

"MEG," I said, "do you mean when I'm doing him in my 
mouth? Sucking him? C'mon, you were the one who wanted 
to talk." I said, slightly peeved.

'I'm sorry, Care. I guess I had to get that first 
question out of the way. But, that's what I meant. If 
you're giving him head, isn't there some kink all guys 
have with long hair. Isn't it WHY they like long 
hair?" Meg said.

"I can't speak for all guys Meg, I have only known 
Bill, and no he doesn't have any kinks like wanting to 
wrap my hair around it. I usually have him so crazy he 
can't think or do anything anyway. Just so you don't 
have to beat around the bush, I don't get any in my 
hair either. It all goes right here." I said rubbing 
my tummy.

Meg's eyes bugged out of her head, "You're kidding! 
You swallow! How can you stand the taste? Ewww, I get 
sick!" She said making a face.

"Megan, it's Bill! It's the juice from his very core. 
It's the seed that will someday make our family. It 
has little taste, salty and sweet, and if you are 
sucking him while he cums, his orgasm is that much 
more intense. It drives him so crazy, that I LOVE 
doing it. Do you still want to compare notes, Meg?"

"I'm sorry Carree, I just didn't think that you would 
do that. It seems so disgusting." Meg said continuing 
to make a face.

"Disgusting? I make love to the man that I love with 
my mouth. It is so personal. We are so close. I can 
feel his heart beat through his penis. He sweet-talks 
and exalts me while I do it telling me how much he 
loves me and how much pleasure I am giving him. So, 
when he reaches the culmination of my act of love, I'm 
supposed to be disgusted by it? It's one of the most 
wonderful; most personal things 2 people can share." I 
explained.

"This is a blowjob we are talking about, Carree." Meg 
said, still disgusted.

"Megan, you are I are going to have a problem here. I 
don't give blowjobs. I make love to the most wonderful 
man in the world, and some times I do it with my 
mouth. Just like sometimes he makes love to me with 
his mouth. We are filled with love and passion for 
each other. Don't ever tell me that I am anything less 
than a devoted lover to my partner for the rest of my 
life. If Bill was here to even hear you even say the 
word, "blowjob", he would jump all over you.
We make love to each other to express our love and 
provide satisfaction and personal joy over our love." 
I said defending myself.

"Meg," I added, "Maybe we shouldn't talk about sex. 
Obviously it is something we have strong feelings 
about. OK?"

"Yeah, I guess so. You kind of shocked me there. Let 
me do your hair, and I'll give you those long crinkly 
tresses that Bill will find very sexy." Meg said.

I agreed and Meg went to work on my hair. She wanted 
to do the doo all herself. An hour later we were 
sitting with my hair rolled with all kinds of little 
sponges and clips, all new to me. I never fussed that 
much. When I grew it out, natural bob and curl made it 
look nice, at least to me, and of course to Bill.

Meg had come prepared with a hard bonnet hair dryer 
and all. While I sat under the heat I wondered what I 
had gotten myself into. The dryer was fairly quiet and 
we chatted while my hair dried.

"Did you have sex every night when you lived together, 
Care?" Meg asked.

"Umm, most every night Meg. Lying together and falling 
asleep in each other arms is pretty intense. When the 
stress of work would get the best of us, we would 
shelter ourselves in each other's arms. Sometimes we 
would fight if we directed the stress the wrong way, 
so making love was usually the better way." I 
answered.

"Jimmy wants me to move in with him, Care. In a lot of 
ways I really want to, but he says we should start 
having real sex again if we do." Meg confessed.

 
"Real sex, huh?" I said. "Just what is that?"

Meg welled up a bit. "You know, Care, real 
intercourse, fucking! We do it every once in a while 
now, but it makes me worry until I get my period. It's 
not that I don't like it, I do. But, when we do it now 
it's like he makes me feel guilty, like our staying 
away from it is his punishment."

"Punishment? Punishment for what?" I asked her.

"I don't know. It's like he's needy and only I hold 
the key. We have a lot of other sex, but he says none 
of it is as real as good screwing." Meg said acting a 
little confused.

 
"Meg, if you want to talk now, you'll have to be frank 
and straight forward, OK? Just what does "lots of 
other sex" mean?" I asked.

Meg blushed and then looked away and started speaking.

"I give him blowjobs, and jerk him off, let him fuck 
my mouth, my breasts. I can't believe I'm telling you 
this." Meg said, her voice wavering.

"Meg, what does he do for you?" I asked.

"He likes to watch me masturbate and sometimes he 
plays with me, or licks me there. I really don't care 
for much, he makes me feel so guilty." She said with a 
tear.

"Megan, what are you talking about? Guilty?" I ask, 
almost horrified at what I heard.

"Carree, I really love Jimmy, we have so much fun 
together, but when we get alone and we start to get 
romantic, it gets to a point where he says, "Well, 
since you won't fuck me, what can you do for me? I 
have given in and let him make love to me, and it's 
wonderful. But, like I said, the worry until I have my 
period is agonizing." She said red eyed.

"Megan, he is abusing you! How can you put up with 
that crap. You've let it get out of hand. Sex without 
vaginal intercourse can be a full complete sex life 
for the both of you. Bill and I wear each other out, 
and he's never been inside my pussy, umm. . .sorry if 
that word offends you. Jesus God, I feel like going 
down and beating his ass myself, treating you that 
way. His dick isn't the most important thing in your 
relationship!!" I railed at her.

Megan was full-fledged crying now. I pushed the hair 
dryer away and held her head to my shoulder.

"WHAT ELSE CAN I DO, Carree! My sisters both got 
pregnant on the pill, and my Mom warned me that, while 
they wanted children, all 3 of us were unplanned at 
the time. I'm petrified of getting pregnant and I 
don't want to lose Jimmy!" Meg blubbered.

"Well, I would love to tell you something nice Meg, 
but I think you're going down the road to an abusive 
relationship, and your self esteem in on the line as 
well." I opined.

Meg sat up and looked at me, tears in her eyes.

"I think it's already going that way. How do I stop it 
and still keep Jimmy. He is so good in so many ways. 
He's just being an asshole about sex. What do I do 
Carree?"

"First of all Meg you have to get control of yourself 
and stand up to Jimmy. If it is your firm decision NOT 
to have sex where you could get pregnant, that's it. 
That's final. If he talks you into it, it's rape. If 
that's the case, he does not respect you, pure and 
simple. Secondly, when the two of you get intimate, it 
is about BOTH of you. He should try as hard as you to 
make you happy. Thirdly, set your bounds so he knows 
how far it will go. Lastly, Meg, if he insists going 
beyond those bounds, you have to get up and leave. I 
know this all sounds easy, but you HAVE to sit down 
and talk with him and let him know that your 
relationship depends on this. You have to be strong 
enough to swing the hammer at this level. If he thinks 
for a minute you might give in, he won't budge." I 
lectured.

"Do you know how hard this will be? He's bound to just 
bolt from me, or try to manhandle me to get his way." 
Meg said.

"Then he's not worth keeping. Remember back in high 
school, I stood him down with words and he almost 
cried in my face when he thought he might have hurt 
you. I would tell him that you are sick of being used 
and, more or less, raped. If he wants to see you again 
he can call you for a date. Start over again. Tell him 
how defeated you feel when you give into him. Wouldn't 
he like you to make love back to him, rather than be a 
sperm receptacle? Tell him he hasn't made you feel 
like a woman in a long time, and you're sick of 
hearing your girlfriends brag about their men.
But, I also think you will have to show him how you 
can completely love him, bring him the most pleasure. 
If you act like his orgasm is poison, why would he 
want to have it with you that way?"

"I can't DO that, Care. It grosses me out." Meg cried.

"Well, at least take it and then spit it out. If you 
love him, that's part of him. Sometime I don't want 
Bills, and I get rid of it. Do it in the shower the 
first time, he might not even notice it." I suggested.

"Ewww, shower together? I don't want him to see me 
washing everywhere, or do I want to see him do that." 
Meg said.

I was incredulous. 

"Meg, washing and touching EVERY part of each others 
body is making love all by itself. What in hell is 
wrong with you? I don't like this comparing notes 
thing too much, but I can tell you that Bills tongue 
on my ass, and I mean my butt hole, is one of those 
things that sends me right over the line. Since I know 
how good it feels, I do it to him too. Open up and 
start behaving like a woman, a passionate complete 
woman. If we were 18 years old, it would be one thing. 
But, you and Jimmy have been "getting married" 
forever. How in God's name can you marry a man you 
don't know, and I mean know the way God put him here. 
You have to give your self and your bodies to each 
other."

"Carree, do you really think that's true love? I can't 
open up like that. I have my morals and standards." 
Meg said.

"Megan, if you don't feel that way about Jimmy, maybe 
you really aren't in love with him. He clearly uses 
you, and you're letting him. I know you may think I am 
jaded or something, but you really need to talk to 
someone else. Maybe I am all wet, but wet works for 
me. Can you talk intimately with Heidi, and I mean 
INTIMATELY. Can you discuss what we talked about 
today? Call your sisters and tell them you HAVE to 
speak with them right away. Don't pull any punches. 
Tell them the WHOLE story. If you can't WILLINGLY give 
your whole self to the relationship, you are kidding 
yourself.
Megan Parker, you are the closest thing I have to a 
sister and I love you. I want you to be happy. I don't 
want you to be hurt. I pray all of my friends can be 
as happy as I am, as Bill and I are. I am heartbroken 
to think you aren't."

Megan jumped into my arms and we hugged and cried.

"Carree, I am so sorry for judging you. I was the one 
who wanted to talk and get advice. You only told me 
what you knew. I will talk to my sisters, hopefully 
tonight. I haven't talked to Heidi in a while; maybe 
this is an excuse to. She will be straight up with 
me." Meg apologized. "Sit down, let me finish your 
hair and I'll be on my way. Forgive me for upsetting 
you so."

"You just get your head on straight, and your 
relationship on track. That's what I want. Megan." I 
told her.

Megan finished taking the curlers, sponges, clips and 
what-have-you from my perm and combed out my hair. I 
had long crinkly tresses with a little bob to it. I 
knew Bill would be overjoyed, because I hated it. I 
still liked my low maintenance regular doo. But, I did 
look like a magazine ad. I could look very comely, 
very sexy. Here I was, at a point of crisis with my 
best friend, and the thought of how hard Bill would be 
just looking at me tonight made me flush.

As Meg packed up her stuff I offered her these parting 
words.

"Meg, when two people love each other, they give 
themselves totally and completely. No sex act, as long 
as you agree upon it, together, is too kinky or too 
anything. The more you open yourself to your lover, 
comfortably, the more at ease and confidant you will 
be with your love. If you cannot be that open, that 
confident, you may not be ready to commit. If you 
think that washing each others body, or even watching 
each other wash is over the line, you may have a 
commitment problem, or a confidence problem. Meg, you 
are every bit as good looking as any girl out there, 
and you know it. There is no reason to stay in a bad 
relationship, or even a relationship you want to BE 
good, but know is bad. There are lots of guys out 
there who would give their right arm to be with you. 
You are a smart, good-looking girl with a great 
personality. You are going to school and plan to have 
your own career. You would be a great catch. Don't 
feel like this is the end of your road and you have to 
settle. I like Jimmy, a lot, and I think he loves you. 
I just think that sometime in the past, and right now, 
he has used you. I am not even sure he knows he is 
doing it, because I think he loves you and would never 
hurt you purposely. But, you can't let him, or any man 
dominate you.
Let me tell you something. Bill Wilson is my best 
friend, my soul mate. There are things that happen in 
life that you cannot tell anyone, not you, not even my 
parents. I confidently share those things with Bill. 
He is the one who knows every little thing about me, 
and I about him. In the course of life, life happens, 
Meg. Remember, you have to share the good things, and 
then roll with the rest. Some things aren't pleasant, 
but are part of life. He's given me enemas. He's 
changed my tampon, and wiped my butt when my hands 
were bandaged after burning them last year. I've 
popped a boil between the cheeks of his butt, found 
and removed a tick from just beside his balls. We are 
each other. Can you say that about Jimmy, or could you 
think it was possible to, if it's not true, why not? 
That's how close we are, how much we are each other. 
I'm not saying every committed couple is like this, 
but could YOU be?"

"Carree, I cannot imagine being that close or 
confidant with anyone. I'm trying to find a way to 
talk about oral sex with Heidi or my sisters, even 
though they probably know or figure I do it. I can't 
beat down those walls you have. You and Bill are 
special, I guess. Thanks for the pep talk. I will 
weigh everything before I decide what to do. You are 
my best friend, I tell you things I would never say to 
Jimmy. I suppose it shouldn't be that way. I don't 
trust him enough, which speaks volumes to me, now. 
I'll stay in touch with you and talk before you go 
back tomorrow. I can always call you at school if I 
miss you." Meg said before hugging and kissing me.

Her eyes were filled with tears as she left my Moms 
house, her dryer and perm bottles in tow.
"Thank You," she whispered as the door closed behind 
her.

I felt vindicated that I had defended my deep 
commitment to my love, and still sad that Meg was 
nowhere near in the relationship I thought she was. I 
tried to ask myself where she went wrong and came up 
with the first time she gave in to Jimmy at his 
families camp. She was a confused sophomore who was 
dating a senior and I am sure she felt she had to do 
it to keep him. If Jimmy had been as sexually 
experienced as he professed, it may have been 
different still. I was afraid that Meg loved being in 
love and may have forced the issue upon herself even 
when she had second thoughts early on.

I still had Megan in mind when the phone rang. My Mom 
needed that ride home from the mall. I only needed to 
find something decent to wear to go with my new look. 
I didn't want to have Bill see me the first time with 
this look in a t-shirt and jeans.
I found a tight pair of slacks and a sexy top that I 
could go braless with. If I thought my Mom was going 
to see how I looked under my long coat I would have 
went more conservative, but she wouldn't. I was only 
going to drop her off before I went to meet Bill.

My Mom piled bags in the back seat and got in the car 
at our meeting point. I had just pulled away from the 
curb when she noticed my hair.

"My Lord Carree, you look like a model in that hairdo. 
You are so pretty when you frame your face like that. 
I hope you and Bill aren't planning to go out tonight, 
because once he sees you I have a feeling you'll be 
staying in.

"Oh, Mother!!" I blushed, but she was probably right. 

I dropped my Mom off with her packages at home and 
before I pulled away she again promised breakfast for 
Saturday morning. She said that if we got there by 
9:30 or so we could have breakfast with her and my 
Dad. Not knowing what the night would bring, I told 
her I would call her in the morning.

As I pulled up to the Wilson house I saw Bill getting 
the mail from the box on the road. Knowing that my 
hair would stop him in his tracks, I slowed and asked 
in my best southern accent,
"Hey Darlin' could y'all show me to the Wilson house, 
Honey? . . .Please?"


"Holy Shit Carree, where did you get that hair? You're 
beautiful. You look like a model in those underwear 
store ads. Wow, Megan did this for you. I'll have to 
buy her a nice present for Christmas." Bill overflowed 
compliments to me.

"Don't get too excited lover boy. This took over an 
hour to do and if you think I'm going to maintain this 
everyday, you're nuts. Besides," I said tipping my 
head to accentuate my sexiest pout, "You'd love me if 
I was bald wouldn't you?"

Bill leaned into the car and kissed my cheek and then 
pushed back my hair to nip at my ear lobe and then 
whisper to me; "I already love you bald, licky licky."

His insinuation made my pussy cream and the rest of me 
shudder. He opened the door and pushed me over and 
drove us back up to the garage. As soon as he put it 
in PARK he turned and planted his lips on mine and 
pushed me back onto the seat. After kissing me and 
running his tongue over mine he sat up and undid the 
button of my coat. He wasn't prepared for what I was 
wearing underneath.

"My God Carree I've had a hard-on for the last hour 
thinking about making love to you tonight, and you 
show up looking like this, I may just cum in my pants. 
I know what I want for dinner and it's not on any 
menu." He said with a smirk.

"I had a feeling, my Mom did too, that we wouldn't be 
getting out for dinner tonight once you saw me." I 
said giggling, as Bill mashed his mouth to mine and 
pushed me back on the seat.

We swapped spit like a couple of teenagers out in 
Daddy's car. It felt like high school.
He took his lips from mine and just looked at my face 
smiling.

"I can hardly believe I can call you mine, you are so 
beautiful. What can I do to make you happy Carree? 
Anything. Just name it." Bill said while looking past 
my eyes and into a place only lovers see.

I misted up with tears, the power of our love so 
strong, so overwhelming, just knowing we had all of 
each other to share tonight.

"I want to be naughty with you Bill, that would make 
me happy. I want you to make love to me, and me to 
you. Eat me, fuck me, and feed me. How's that for a 
night between lovers? Lets show each other how happy 
we can make us each. I love you so, so much Bill. I 
can hardly wait until I can hold you every night." I 
whispered to him. 

My words caused Bill to run his hands around me and 
grip me tightly to him.

"May this moment last forever," he whispered. "To know 
I can hold you so warm and tightly to me and that you 
are thinking what you are thinking is enough to make a 
life complete."

"Let's stop the words, and go inside, Bill. I want 
you." I said as I pushed my way to the car door.

"Go into the main house baby, we can shower and then 
run up to the studio, OK?" Bill said.

"Anything you want," I said as I made my way to the 
Wilson's door.
We just got inside and the phone rang. It was Bills 
parents and they were checking on us. They planned on 
getting home early on Sunday and they wanted Bill and 
I to wait for them before going back to school. As 
long as they stayed away for tonight, I didn't care 
what they wanted to do.

Once off the phone Bill shucked his coat and turned up 
the heat. I decided to turn up the heat a little 
myself by taking off my coat to reveal my sexy outfit. 
My slacks were tight. I'm pretty sure they weren't 
even mine. I think they were Henny's, something mixed 
up from the laundry. My top was a sweater type cut of 
jersey, that I normally wore braless under a sweater. 
Without the sweater, I was a biology book.
With my long hair, now made sexy and crinkly by 
Megan's perm, I knew I was playing to Bills fantasy. 
He never really liked me to dress for sexcess in 
public, but behind closed doors, he was fine with it.

I struck a pose as he walked around the corner into 
the dining room-kitchen foyer.

"Wow, Carree, you are some sexy fox. Have I ever told 
you how gorgeous you are? My God I . . . " he started 
before I took his hand and pulled him to me to 
embrace.

"Shhhh," I said. "Don't tell me how sexy I look. Show 
me what it does to you."

He pulled me into his arms and slid his right hand 
down my back and rested it on the round of my buttock, 
while his left went behind my head and held my face to 
his while he kissed me. Soon his left hand slid down 
to cup the other half of my butt as he pulled his 
middle to mine. His kiss deepened as he slid his hands 
up to the sides of my breasts and pushed them together 
while waving his body side to side against my nipples. 
A giggle interrupted our kiss as a side effect of my 
braless nipple teasing.

"I wanted to be extra sexy, and just for you tonight. 
You know this isn't "me" in these clothes," I said.

"I know, I'm used to admiring Henny's ass in these 
slacks. I recognize them by the designer label at the 
crease of your cheek," he said as he patted my butt.

"You know these pants from Henny's ass? I hadn't 
realized you looked at her that closely." I scolded 
him.

"I love butts, and hers is sure cute. She puts it on 
display enough, with pants like these. But, no one, 
and I mean that truly, through and through, no one has 
a butt like yours, baby. It's sheer eye magic." Bill 
said.

"I hope you won't be thinking of her butt tonight," I 
said as I pulled him close and curled my tongue in his 
ear, "While you're fucking mine."

Bill shuddered and pulled me close.

"Don't worry. You will know who I love tonight." He 
said.

"Let's do the uglier part of getting ready for each 
other, so we can immerse ourselves in our passions, 
what do you say?" I said.

"You call the shots, baby." He said as he pulled me 
close and rubbed his crotch to mine.

"Bring me to the bathroom and peel me out of these 
pants. How's that for a starter?" I asked.

"How do we get from this house to our room across the 
way after showers?" Bill asked.

"You're going to make love to me in your room, Bill, 
in THIS house. The room where you jacked off thinking 
about me, is going to be your fantasy island tonight," 
I whispered.

Bill turned red and then flushed, looking me in the 
eye. Then with a waver in his voice he said, "OK, but 
be gentle with me."

I shook my head and laughed at him. I was the one who 
was going to get a penis pushed up my exit ramp, but I 
must admit I was doing it willingly. Feeling him 
inside me was just so special, I just hoped there were 
no problems tonight.

"How do you want to do it," Bill asked. "Your butt, 
you call the shots."

"You are so sweet, your Mom and Dad would be proud. 
Umm, why don't we do the Fleet bottles first, then 
shower and go to bed. To go back and do the poopie 
part later would break a mood, although I would love 
to have you RIGHT NOW. So lets go in the bathroom and 
get started so we can get to the fun part." I said 
reluctantly.

"Carree, we don't HAVE to do this. I love it, but, you 
make me happy in so many ways, and vice-versa." Bill 
said.

"No, Bill, I want this as much as you. I have a need 
for feeling you inside of me, and I can't lie, I LOVE 
this too. The fuss and the mess are a nuisance, but in 
the end, pardon my pun, it doesn't even play in my 
decision." I said as I cupped his face in my hands as 
lovingly as I could. I brought my face as close to his 
as I could without kissing and pressed my nose to his, 
whispering, "I want you to fuck me, love. Make love to 
me and let me feel you in my very core. If there is a 
problem, I'll let you know. I know you don't want to 
hurt me, cause me any pain. Now come, get me ready for 
your cock."

"God, I love you," Bill said as he picked me up and 
carried me to the bathroom.

Once he set me down, he kissed me gently while 
beginning to pull my slinky top over my head. Once he 
gave up my lips to get it over my head I heard him 
catch his breath as he saw and admired my breasts. He 
peeled my top off my arms and set it aside, bending 
slightly to kiss each of my nipples. I reached and 
held each breast for him to suckle. It felt so good to 
feel his gentle mouth there. Then he stood back and
fumbled at the catch for my pants. Once solved, he 
lowered the zipper and then reached behind me to 
unbutton the snug and lower that short zipper. He 
pushed down at my hips to push the tight pants from 
me. I offered each leg for him to pull them off. I 
stood before him in a t-back thong.

"You are so beautiful Carree," he said. "Please don't 
get sick of hearing me say that. I can never get 
enough of just looking at you."

He hugged and kissed me again, running his hands over 
my side and hips, settling on my butt. As we broke the 
kiss I could see a mist in his eyes. I knew then, and 
whenever this happened, that we understood the depth 
and ferocity of our love. We were truly rooted to each 
other where tears of disbelief sometimes formed. Being 
this much in love hardly seemed possible.

I reached to my hips and pinched the waist string to 
my panty and began to lower it, while turning round 
and leaning over the counter. Bill knew I was anxious 
to get this little ritual over so we could dive into 
each other's love.

The first of the Fleet bottles brought more results 
than usual and I began to worry that maybe I wasn't as 
ready to open this road as I thought. But I was able 
to retain the second bottle, some 15 minutes later, 
for a long time with little result. It gave me a 
confidence that we might have a real positive 
experience tonight. 
We had spent the waiting time in the shower cleaning 
ourselves for each other. We figured this was ideal 
for having a sexless shower, so we could save 
ourselves for the bedroom.
I wanted to wait a few minutes to be sure to purge a 
bit more of the enema fluid. I had read that the 
"sigmoid pocket" held a reserve that could show up if 
you waited long afterward for sex. After I threw Bill 
out of the bathroom I inverted myself and got that 
second little urge and took care of it. Then I stepped 
back into the shower to rinse and clean myself.

Bill had left me his robe to be warm upon leaving the 
shower and I donned it knowing I could look so much 
better in my own, if had brought it. Still I made the 
most of it trying to look sexy, I let it plunge to my 
waist, at the tie, and it wasn't too long. I went to 
his room where he was lying with a towel around 
himself reading, of course. I struck a pose in the 
doorway and cleared my throat.

 
"Oh man, I never looked so good in that robe." Were 
all the words he could muster.

He smiled and put down his magazine and knelt up on 
the bed motioning me to him with a crooked finger.
I answered his beck by coming to meet his lips, but 
his strong arms pulled me down on the bed and he 
parted my robe in one move. He shifted till he knelt 
between my legs and began a shower of kisses, licks 
and caresses from my forehead to my belly button, that 
had me breathing heavy in anticipation in no time.
Bill sat back on his haunches and grabbed a body 
pillow on his bed and doubled it over. He lifted my 
legs to his shoulders and pushed me back to where I 
almost thought I would flip, then let me down onto the 
doubled pillow. It was apparent he wanted my 2 
pleasure orifices to be easy to access.
He began to rain kisses on my upturned butt cheeks and 
eventually worked his way to that little strip of skin 
between my holes. I wasn't sure where he would go next 
and that was part of his tease.
He snaked his tongue up my shaved slit and began to 
devour my lips but gave then up as my clit sort of 
popped up for him. He sucked it almost like a little 
dick. 
I pushed the air from my lungs as a rush hit me, and 
then redoubled as two of his long fingers sunk into my 
pussy. I was on the verge of cumming already and he 
was just beginning to find my G-spot. 
I was about to go over the edge when his tongue left 
my clit and swirled at my exposed butt hole. He seemed 
to suck at it and put his tongue in it at once. 
Whatever he did, it felt great! Unfortunately it 
didn't last long enough because he was back at my clit 
in a flash and I was going over the top. I was just 
losing my breath and humping breaths when he removed 
his tongue and slid his thumb in its place on my clit. 
He sat back to watch me orgasm while he busied his 
other hand. As my orgasm began to subside he brought 
his mouth to my pussy again but his other hand had a 
finger snaking up my butt. While he massaged my clit 
with his tongue his index finger went up my butt twice 
and then disappeared only to be replaced by his long 
middle finger. He sawed it over and over again into me 
and as I began to come from his tongue. Then, that 
long finger began to fade from me. Suddenly it, along 
with his index finger pinched together pushed up into 
my ass. I lost all my breath and felt a surge of quick 
pain, but another vaginal orgasm was working and my g-
spot was about to be heard from.
My orgasm was like a rolling pin up my chest as it 
pressed my breath from me. I felt my face turn red, 
then white as I clamored to stay conscious. A blast of 
fluid from my pussy finally caused me to draw hard and 
tight into my lungs. My orgasm had taken hold of me 
and I was a mere spectator as it gripped my chest 
again and I bore down to push another release from my 
pussy. I remember hearing the splash hit something, 
probably the side of Bills face or his chest as I shot 
my hand down to cover my pussy and pull any fingers 
out of it. I had to stop the assault on my clit or I 
was going to pass out.

I held my pussy full in my hand and realized the only 
thing Bill had going was 2 fingers up my ass and he 
was plunging them in and out of me. The intense 
concentration on my clit was stopped but still I felt 
my g-spot wavering like an exposed nerve in a cold 
breeze. An anal orgasm was going right through me and 
gripping my sexual being.

I don't know how long I was doing it but I was 
rotating my hips to his cadence and shaking my head 
from side to side with each thrust of his hand. When I 
closed my eyes I saw myself like a movie, taking the 
pleasure of his fingers within me. My breath kept 
catching in my throat, knowing that a gut wrenching 
spasm was near, but his fingers were no longer enough 
to reach the spot within me to draw that out.
I needed his cock in my ass, up into my being. I was 
ready.

"Your cock Bill, your beautiful penis. Put it into me. 
Please let me feel you fill me. Feel the warmth of my 
heat inside me. Fuck me Bill, please fuck me." I said 
staccato to his hand thrusts into me.

I opened my eyes to see Bills other hand squeezing 
more KY onto his cock, setting down the tube and then 
stroking it all over himself.
Then suddenly his pistoning finger stab stopped and he 
removed them from me. Tipped back as I was,I saw the 
whole of my slick pussy and just the red puffiness 
around my private little hole. He laid his slickened 
cock on the groove of my vagina and slid over it. Just 
a push downward with my finger or his would have sent 
it thrusting into me. The way the ridge of his rolled 
foreskin rode over my clit had me building a second 
simultaneous spasm.

"Inside, inside," I whispered to him and I am sure he 
thought of how nice it would be to sink into my pussy. 
I wouldn't have regretted one second of it if he did, 
but he let our vow to each other prevail.

He slid his cock back once again through the groove of 
my vulva, but dropped just out of my sight line and I 
felt it nudge to my butt hole.

One short, painful stroke put him about three inches 
inside of me. I thrust a hand out to stop further 
penetration as I turned my head to the side as if to 
keep the burning pain to myself. I waited for it to 
ebb, it didn't.

I stepped out of my crazed sexual state.

"Take it out Bill, it hurts like hell," I cried.

As always in this situation, Bill obeyed me right 
away. He knew I controlled it.

His penis no sooner had left me when his 2 fingers 
rolled together replaced it and he began sawing back 
and forth inside me again. This felt good still. The 
sudden widening by his penis of my hole was more than 
I could take at the time. He began to muscle a 
rotation with his overlapped digits, stretching me 
side to side as well as in and out. I closed my eyes 
and relaxed in the hard and soft pummel of my butt 
hole and big muscle being stretched.

I was about to tell Bill to try one more time when I 
felt his fingers leave me. I wanted to warn him to be 
careful and gentle in a second try when, with no 
perceptible pause, his cock went right into me where 
his fingers had just left. He slid quickly past my big 
muscle and stopped about 4 inches into me.
His eyes looked to mine for approval and I just 
smiled. Maybe it was the angle before, maybe I was 
just not ready before, but this was it.

With my legs hanging back over my prone body it was 
hard to push back at him, but he got my message and 
pushed the rest of the way into me, his balls nestled 
in my crease.
My eyes must have shown a shock to him as he sought my 
wordless approval. He wore a look of concern on his 
face, but my smile made him mirror that emotion back 
to me.

He was deep within me. We were one. He could now make 
love to me. He reached for and held my ankles as he 
started short thrusts into me. He quickened the pace 
and now my legs rested on his shoulders. Before I knew 
it he was pummeling me.

"FUCK me, FUCK me," my gravelly whisper matched his 
thrusts. Those thrusts got harder and he sought a fast 
orgasm as deep as he could reach within me. Without a 
second to think about it, an orgasm hit me, a seeming 
wave from deep inside me that rode across my pussy 
using my clit as its release point.

"Ohh ohh, Ewww, ewww," I gasped out and sucked in new 
breath to feed another orgasm and they came one after 
another, like 4 in a row.

The slap of his thighs against my cheeks sounded 
brutal,knowing he was in my ass, but the feeling was 
exquisite. I was at a state where I relished him being 
close, inside me, while orgasm after orgasm left me as 
I announced each with a grunt or holler. I was in a 
groove where I could have cum for hours it seemed, as 
long as they didn't get more intense. Then I felt him 
buck up and the cudgel within me rearing, swelling.
 
He was going to cum!!

Oh, Carree, I'm gonna cum, gonna cum! Take it, take it 
take it, take it," he said slamming at me.

Finally he had to stop, no longer able to withstand 
the pleasure of my bowels squeezing at him, my butt 
hole milking him. He stayed within me and took my 
right leg and swung over to the other shoulder with my 
left. I lifted a bit so he could remove the doubled 
body pillow under me, and he slid down to the sheets 
in a perfect spoon. He held me close, gripping my 
breasts tightly.

His voice cracked as he spoke.
"God Carree, that was wonderful. We were truly one. 
Just awesome, awesome," he emphasized.

We lay wordless attached in our spoon until reality 
began to creep up.

"You have a towel here, right lover?" I asked.
He reached for the towel he had wrapped around himself 
after his shower.

"Here, I'll snake it under us, when I pull out I'll 
like diaper you, OK?" he asked.

"Ohhh, do you have to take it out?" I asked wanting it 
to remain a part of me.

After placing the towel under us he thread himself 
from my hole. I felt a gush of cum run out as I 
struggled to keep it in me, but I had little control. 
He did diaper me and help me up to walk to the 
bathroom. He sat me on the john as he pulled the towel 
away. While I pushed out air and the remains of his 
cum, he ran warm water for a washcloth to wash his 
penis. Once rinsed, he took another cloth and lathered 
it with soap and washed it again. I knew why he wanted 
it so clean. I was going to take him in my mouth. It 
had become ritual after each time with anal sex. I 
love to suck him, and doing so before butt sex wasn't 
necessary to get him hard, and I was afraid to get him 
too close to orgasm. He had no problem rising up a 
second time, so I could get my fill, the joy I 
experienced from feeling him in my mouth.

In the small bathroom I reached to get some paper to 
dab myself, dry myself and he was turning to put the 
washcloths in the hamper. His penis passed in front of 
my face, and I caught the plum of it in my mouth, 
freezing Bill, most certainly catching him off guard.

He looked down and saw me with just head in my mouth 
and a smile on my face. I thought he would scold me 
and pull from my mouth and go into the bedroom and 
wait for me. Instead he readjusted his feet and stood 
there, I suppose, enjoying the fact the end of his 
penis was trapped in my mouth. He ran his fingers 
through my newly permed tresses and stroked my hair.

"God, that feels so good Carree," Bill said as he 
nudged a bit more of himself into my mouth.

I took it that this was how he wanted me, as un-Bill-
like as it was. He was one to have me take charge and 
show him how I wanted it. This was participation oral 
sex for me, my pleasure, as much as he also enjoyed 
it.

I looked up and my eyes met his as I took as much as I 
could in my mouth. I was getting better at this, but 
again, deep throating, choking, was not my idea of 
pleasure. Our eyes stayed together as I bent back and 
forth ever so slightly to stroke him with my mouth 
sucking at him. The velvet smooth of his penis head 
over my tongue made my vagina squishy, that's how sexy 
this made me feel. Uncharacteristically I reached down 
a couple fingers to massage my clit, taking advantage 
of the wetness my actions caused. I began to get a 
faint taste of his pre-cum just as he began to push at 
my face a little. Within moments I was stationary, and 
he was providing the friction.

Bill was fucking my mouth in nice strokes timed with 
my sucking and swallowing. I wasn't too worried that 
he would thrust too hard as he came, he was always 
aware of that fear of mine. Still, instinctively, when 
I was sure his orgasm was imminent I raised the palm 
of my left hand to the flat just above his genitals.

"Oh Carree, here's your cum, I'm gonna cum, it's 
cumming, cumming," he said as his eyes left mine and 
tipped toward the ceiling.

I hummed a sound of disappointment as his eyes left 
mine and he must have picked up what I wanted; to keep 
eye contact throughout orgasm. When he re-connected 
eye contact I smiled a little around his cock, just as 
the first volley of cum crossed my tongue. The second 
shot was huge and I swallowed fast, but anything else 
he had to offer just oozed out. Our eyes glued to each 
other, me reading his ecstasy, he reading my 
satisfaction. It was a loving experience. He smiled 
down at me, and I back at him just as I was about to 
suck the last dribbles from him. I sucked all the way 
up to the head then gave the underside a snake-like 
lick.  

"You're amazing. You're so good to me. Where did you 
learn to love me so, and be so naughty?" he said 
rhetorically, but I had an answer.

"From you, lover, everything just comes from our love. 
We are me and you are we. Everything we do is us." I 
answered him.

It was true. Nothing we did ever came to a real 
question. It was all making love. There was no point 
where I did anything, or put up with something, to get 
something in return. Every act was of itself, and we 
loved giving each other pleasure. I thought of Megan 
and Jimmy and how they had so much further to go, so 
much trust to assume.

I went to stand up and hug Bill and he put a hand to 
my shoulder.

"Wait, I saw something here you might like," he said 
as he pulled a vanity drawer open. He handed me sample 
packets of baby wipes. "These may be a little easier 
on your cute little butt, I know you like them and I 
see them here every time I reach in there for floss."

I then remembered the reason I was sitting on the 
john, to clean up and let Bills cum run out of me, as 
well as let loose of the air he pumped me full of. I 
opened the packet of wipes and Bill let me have my 
privacy. My little hiney was sore, but it didn't feel 
puffy so I was no worse for the wear that Bill gave it 
today. This was definitely one of the best days of 
lovemaking we had ever had. Maybe my little talk with 
Megan had convinced me as well that our love was 
something special, and I needed to prove it.

That night we made Bills bed up and cleaned the house 
and retired to the study loft over the garage. Bill 
built a nice fire to warm the place. We sat on the 
floor in front of the stove and talked about getting 
back to class and how we might not see each other 
until the Christmas break, but that was only 3 Sundays 
away. We held each other and reveled in our last night 
alone together. My Mom and Dad had a big breakfast 
planned for us after church, we promised to go to 9:00 
o'clock Mass with them. We would then wait until the 
Wilson's came home early Sunday to leave for school.

We held each other tight talking of our plans for the 
next few years in Baltimore and the beginning of our 
life together. We laughed and cried and giggled with 
anticipation. Finally we fell asleep on the floor, and 
woke a few hours later cold with the fire down to 
embers. Bill knelt up and loaded the cradle with more 
logs and, after it began to spark, he held out a hand 
to help me up and bring me to bed on the slouch couch. 
We stood and kissed and ended up slinking to the floor 
and having a sixty-nine in front of the fire. We got 
to the couch exhausted about two-thirty, knowing the 
alarm would go off in 5 hours, and fell right asleep 
exhausted from our loving.

We made the Mass on time, had a great breakfast and 
even had time to let Bill read the papers. We got back 
to Wilson's by noon just as they got back from 
Vermont. 
We visited with Mom and Dad Wilson for an hour or so 
and were on our way. I was back in my dorm by 4 
o'clock and Bill called me from his just before 5. Our 
long Thanksgiving Holiday weekend was over. Three 
nights of sleeping with my lover had me bright and 
confident. In a mere 7 months we would be living 
together as we would the rest of our lives. Although 
we, ourselves, felt no great rush to be married, our 
parents would bring the subject up a lot over the 
coming Holidays. We decided that setting a date would 
appease them and stop a lot of the questions. My 
commitment to Baltimore and Arens and Ponds was 2 
years. If I really felt at any time during that span, 
that this was the job I wanted, we would get married 
right away. However, Bill and I discussed the 
possibility of me being more of an independent 
contractor, setting my own pace once I was 
established. Then, having a family could be done at 
our leisure and I could pace my work to fit my 
schedule as Mrs. Bill Wilson. Life's canvas had 
finally been set before us and we had to decide how to 
paint it. Would we simply fill in the numbers, or 
paint an abstract.


My lips were still moist with Bills goodbye kiss when 
I heard a noise from Henny's room. The dorm did not 
seem to have the "occupied" feel yet for me to think 
that Henny or Maria had returned from their long 
weekends yet. Usually there would be fresh goodies 
from home on the counter, or local newspapers from 
home, or even an unpacked box or suitcase around.
Something was not right. I contemplated how to handle 
the situation when common sense took hold of me.
I grabbed my phone and exited the building as fast as 
I could and punched in my speed dial code for campus 
security.

"Campus Eye," a voice quickly answered.

Our on campus 911 was 393 or EYE. It was for locally 
handled emergencies, or for a quick decision whether 
911 was needed.

"Umm, Hi EYE. I just got to my dorm from the long 
weekend and I think I heard a noise in one of our 
rooms and I don't think any of my roommates are back. 
We've lived together 4 years and something doesn't 
feel right. I mean, I think I know what's normal, and 
this seems different." I nervously stammered into the 
phone.

"Did you call out?" the EYE voice asked.

"No. I hope this isn't a false alarm. But I have a bad 
feeling. I know you guys are busy and . . . " I began 
before he cut me off.

"Don't sweat it Miss. We aren't busy at all and I am 
about to make a pass of the dorm areas anyway. I show 
you in Suite 1 of Hall Hall, correct?" he asked.

"Correct. What should I do?" I asked.

"Keep your distance, but try not to let the dorm out 
of your sight. Keep all entrance and exit locations in 
your sight if you can till we get here. I'm Patrolman 
Powers." He said as he clicked off.

I sat back and kept a distance outside and hoped I 
didn't do something stupid here. I envisioned 2 campus 
cops bursting in on Henny and Nick having sex. But, 
after Maria's rape, and Henny and Nicks revenge, I 
always felt a little wary if I knew I was alone.

The Campus Eye car pulled with Patrolman Powers. He 
drove right up the walkway, and another car pulled 
toward the back of the building. I identified myself 
and told him the story about just feeling everything 
was not right. He radioed to the other campus cop and 
the descended upon our dorm. The other cop watched 
Powers go in while keeping an eye on the windows 
looking for an egresser.

I heard a shout from inside and the other patrolman 
spoke into his radio and then started walking to me.

"He's got someone, a female." The other cop said to me 
as I identified him as Patrolman Howard from his 
badge. "Let's go in and see if you can identify her."

We walked into the dorm and heard Powers calling for a 
matron to assist transfer to local police when I saw 
who the intruder was.

"Megan!" I shouted. "What are you doing here?"

"It's a long story Carree. Please explain to the 
policeman that I'm not a robber or something," Meg 
said.

I did just that and explained that I had given Megan a 
key, but never expected her to show up anytime soon. I 
let them know that all was fine and apologized 
profusely to the Patrolmen.

"No problem, Miss, ahh Kasc" He said checking his 
incident form. "We weren't busy anyway. We get a lot 
of calls like this during the year. It happens, but 
it's usually an old boyfriend." He said smiling.

The 2 cops took off leaving 2 embarrassed girls in the 
dorm. I had questions to ask Meg. I really had not 
given her a key, but didn't want to have her arrested 
for breaking in.

"Megan, what the FUCK, is going on?" I asked.

She burst into tears and reached out to hug me.

"It's the whole goddamn Jimmy thing, Care. I had to 
leave town and get away. I got in through the window 
of that room I was in. I thought it was yours, but it 
was dark. I've been here since about 4 a.m. this 
morning. I'm sorry I came up here to bother you, I 
just felt like I had nowhere to turn. I need to talk 
to you."

Megan had me totally freaked out. I could not 
rationalize her motivation to do such a thing when I 
was so easily accessible.

"The Police are looking for Jimmy, everybody's looking 
for Jimmy. They have his Mom in protective custody and 
I'm supposed to be the same, but I took off. His Mom 
knows I'm safe. You won't believe this whole thing. I 
went after I saw you to confront Jimmy on a lot of 
things. As I went I started thinking about a lot of 
the things you said and I began to realize that WE 
WERE beginning to get the way you and Bill are. But, 
somewhere along the line I began to notice he was 
putting up some walls. He used to break me down a bit, 
you know about being casual about being nude in front 
of him and stuff, and he was being cool about the 
sexual arrangements and like . . ."

"STOP!" I interrupted. "What does this have to do with 
Jimmy being wanted by the Police? Megan, get a hold of 
yourself and fill in some blanks here for me." I said, 
disturbed. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I am sooo confused. Let me sit 
and calm down." She said.

"After I spoke with you I went to see Jimmy, but 
decided to stop and talk to his mother first. When I 
began to tell her about my being reluctant to move in 
with Jimmy because I thought he was changing in some 
ways. His Mom and I are pretty close and she always 
thought moving in together was a good idea before 
marriage, and she knew I planned to. It was then she 
laid a bomb on me. She has known for a while that the 
drugs Jimmy took after his accident could be a problem 
down the line. They could cause a personality change. 
One of the signs of this change was a turning into 
ones self, but to have a need to be glad handed by the 
ones he loved. Losing trust in loved ones may cause 
violent behavior. This was to facilitate pushing away 
the loved ones so he can be of himself, in himself. 
Pretty freaky stuff huh? As she spoke I told her that 
a lot of this was going on already. I'm pretty frank 
with her about sex and stuff and she kind of knows 
what was going on with us. She had to know some things 
for his doctors and shrinks. Obviously I really trust 
her.
Anyway, she thought it was time to bring in a doctor 
to see Jimmy and maybe go away to a place where they 
could get him straightened out. I guess these 
personality blips have varying degrees of seriousness, 
but are common with people who have had the 
bombardment of drugs he had to get his body to survive 
his accident.
As we were talking, Jimmy walked into the room and 
said he heard everything we said and he started 
calling us names, threatening us, and then left saying 
no one was going to take him away, he was fine, he 
would deal with us later. Obviously we freaked out and 
called the Doctor, who called the Police and 
everything. The cops got there right away and tried to 
establish if he had any weapons, but he didn't, to the 
best of our knowledge. While the Police were there 
Jimmy called. He was like a different person talking 
to me, saying he wanted to go out for wings and pizza 
after the movie that night. I was a little confused to 
say the least. His mother took the phone from me and 
demanded he come right home. Well, his personality 
turned on a dime right there and he called her names 
saying he was going to "get" us.
Just as he hung up on us his shrink showed up and we 
all had a long talk with him and the Police and they 
decided to protect his Mom and me. The Doctor was 
adamant that he would not harm himself, which is what 
I was afraid of.
Soon 2 female cops showed up and said they would stay 
with us and the house would be under surveillance.

I freaked out and bolted in the middle of the night. I 
knew how to sneak in and out of Jimmy's house 
undetected. So, here I am. I called them to let them 
know I was OK. Everyone bawled me out, but I had to 
leave. I'm supposed to call back every hour or so to 
see what the story is, if they caught him. He's not 
really wanted, they want to protect him from doing 
something that he really doesn't want to do. As long 
as his personality changes from nice Jimmy to freaky 
Jimmy, he's bound to show up anywhere. Carree, I am so 
scared!"

"You better tell them where you are Meg, your parents 
and friends, plus Jimmy's family must be nuts worrying 
about you!" I scolded her.

"I'll tell them I'm OK, but I won't say where I am. 
I'm not really afraid of Jimmy; I'm more worried about 
him. The shrink assured me that with a minimum amount 
of therapy and work, he would be back to normal with 
no side effects. The key is to get him off the streets 
before he does something to get himself in trouble." 
Meg explained.

I handed Meg the phone and told her to dial home. I 
hesitated and dialed the number myself; just to be 
sure she really dialed home. I heard Megs Mom answer 
frantically and I handed Meg the phone.

"I'm safe and I'm OK Mom. I'm sorry I left, but I had 
to get away." Meg again said apologetically.

Her face then lit up and she smiled, covered the 
receiver to tell me the news. 
"They've found him, and he's OK. He was taking a bus 
to the hospital in Boston. He knew he had to get 
better." Meg said.

Meg continued talking with her Mom and tied up loose 
ends with her. It seems Jimmy was aware he had to get 
help and knew Boston was where he got the most help 
before. He asked for Meg over and over and told Mrs. 
Parker to tell her he was sorry. Megs Mom said the 
psychiatrist said that showed he was not that deluded. 
He knew he had done some rotten things to Meg, plus he 
was anxious to be helped. It sounded like a crisis had 
been averted for Meg. Her sister Terry was on her way 
up to get her so she wouldn't have to take a bus back 
home Monday morning. This was going to make a late 
night for me and washed any plans of an 8-hour sleep 
to start classes after the Holiday.

While Meg waited for Terry to show she finally got a 
chance to meet Henny and Maria. In typical Henny 
fashion, Henny through Megan off right away with her 
first words to me. 

"Ooooee, Carree! Great whore hair! That'll get you 
picked up in some of best biker bars in the country!" 
Henny said in front of a mortified Meg.

All I could do was laugh as I tried to explain to Meg 
how to take Henny. If Henny thought for a second that 
any of her caustic comments were bothering you, she 
heaped them on even more. Maria tried to buffer Henny 
for Meg the rest of the night while we waited for 
Terry to get here. Eventually Meg caught on to Henny 
and before the end of the night we were all getting on 
famously with Hen admitting to Meg that the perm she 
gave me pretty awesome. It just required too much 
maintenance for her (and my) tastes.


Meg and Jimmy would eventually get it all together, 
but not until Jimmy spent 55 days "away", and then 
another few months in therapy. Jimmy and his illness 
spawned all Meg's "privacy" issues, and "opening up" 
issues. Meg admitted to me later that she knew she 
wasn't always like that, but had been brainwashed by 
his phobias. I really have to give her a lot of credit 
for sticking with Jimmy after all the crap he had 
given her over the years. Once all the problems he had 
with his own confidence, and then the results of 
medication effects, he turned out to be a great guy 
and partner for Megan.

The 3 weeks leading up to our Christmas vacation was a 
slow and arduous one. Bill and I never got together 
except for a little phone sex dirty talk. Getting 
ready for exams and filling course requirements. (Both 
Bill and I had extra credit work due for our upcoming 
jobs to assure class placement) This was probably the 
last time we would have to be this meticulous about 
our school studies. If there were anything that would 
draw a question mark over our job commitments, it 
would have turned up by mid-terms. We only need fill 
credit requirements from here out, and that was a 
given at this point. Time, Inc. was somewhat 
pressuring Bill into at least "looking into" 
continuing his education at Stanford on their dime.
The writer Bill went away with last year apparently 
was pushing Mr. Wilkens into bugging Bill about this.
Bill Wilson was not easily prodded into something he 
was not really into. He thought Stanford was too 
liberal for him.

Bill made me aware that he was greasing the skids to 
have his parents allow us to stay together in the 
study over the garage over the Holidays. Both he and I 
knew that if the temps got real harsh it would not 
work out, but to be together was definitely to our 
liking. Our summer in Baltimore where we more or less 
lived as a married couple had made us keenly aware 
that we were made to be together.

We got into the home stretch at school before the 
Holidays. With Christmas less than a week away I was 
primed to be home for the Holidays with my family, and 
of course Bill. Bill had called me earlier to tell me 
that his parents were open to our staying together in 
the study, but they would not do so without going and 
meeting with my parents. Even though we were both in 
our twenties, they felt it was the thing to do if we 
were going to be in-laws. I was a little afraid of my 
parents reaction, only because they may have 
envisioned "their baby" being home with them.
I was a little more than shocked when I got back from 
class on Tuesday to find a note from Henny for me to 
call my Dad at work.

"Hello Daddy, is there anything wrong?" Were my first 
words after I heard his voice.  I was semi-prepared 
for a lecture about not staying home with them; and 
just faintly prepared to hear some bad news, as he had 
never called me at school during the day.

"No pumpkin, there's nothing wrong. You must be 
surprised to hear from me. Is there anything wrong 
with a proud Daddy calling his little girl up?" he 
said.

"No, of course not, Daddy. It's just you never called 
before, and I know you met with the Wilson's. We don't 
want to cause any trouble Dad." I started to say, but 
he interrupted me.

"Wait Carree, hear me out, you might be surprised. 
Listen, you know my company was bought by a 
conglomerate from Denmark last year. They have people 
coming here all the time to assist in the change-over 
and adaptation. They have 2 suites on retainer at the 
new Residence Inn off exit 7 off the Interstate. They 
have them at one price, like $40 a night. We pay that 
everyday, and if no one is registered by 6:00 pm, they 
can sell the room. We have groups of men and women 
coming in here all of the time from over there on a 
moments notice, so it's necessary. They told me that 
they would not be here again until after Little 
Christmas (the twelfth day), unless there were 
emergencies, so those rooms are available to us. My 
boss says I can have one of the rooms for use by 
relatives over the Holidays, as long as we are paying 
for it anyway. Honey, these rooms are suites with 
living rooms, fireplaces, full kitchens, dining areas, 
2 bathrooms and 2 bedrooms, all really nice, plus free 
breakfast in the morning. You and Bill can have one 
right up until you go back to school or get bumped by 
one of our people. I only ask that you and Bill spend 
Christmas Eve in your homes. It's a family time. You 
can both spend all your Christmas mornings together 
AFTER you're married. What do you think?" he finished.

I was flabbergasted!

"Daddy, are you serious?" I asked. "You would do that 
for Bill and I? You are the best Daddy. We will pay 
you back for the room too. Have you checked with the 
Wilson's?"

"First off, the rooms cost me nothing. We pay $40 a 
night whether we use them or not. You guys just pick 
up any phone calls, and it might be nice to tip the 
maid staff, too. Yes, I ran it by them and Bills 
parents like the thought of him our there rather than 
in the cold garage. Well cold, if it ever gets cold, 
it's been pretty mild so far." Daddy said.

"I'll run it by Bill, but I can't imagine he wouldn't 
like this Daddy. You are so sweet and understanding. 
You know how much I love Bill, don't you. I love being 
home, but to be with Bill is . . . . . " I started.

"I know pumpkin. You are certainly old enough to make 
these decisions and sleeping arrangements. We know you 
were never happier than last summer, and your Mom and 
I were pretty proud of how you handled being, ummm . . 
"married", if you will." Daddy admitted.

"Oh, Daddy this is the best present ever. I love you 
for understanding everything." I said just as we 
exchanged goodbye pleasantries. 

I hugged my arms to my chest in my own hug of joy. I 
know I flushed as a grin as big as any I ever emoted 
gripped my face. I couldn't wait to tell Bill, but I 
never had a chance to dial his number as my phone 
rang.

It was Bill, and he was bubbling over as much as me. 
These Holidays were going to be real special for the 
future Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. The more we talked about 
it on the phone the more flushed I got with desire for 
Bill. Finally, at a break in his conversation I asked 
him a question.

"Can you guess where I have my hand right now and what 
I'm thinking about?" I queried.

"I have admit I'm a little horny myself, just thinking 
about laying with you every night Care." He answered.

"Wow, alone again, together every night Bill. Oooo, 
maybe some days we can take the phone off the hook and 
never leave the room." I said. "I could just lick and 
taste every single inch of you from head to toe, Bill, 
Especially that beautiful handful between your legs. 
My pussy is so wet right now, just thinking about you. 
I'm holding my little clit between my thumb and my 
index finger Bill. Can you stick your tongue through 
the phone to lick it?"

"Godddd Carree, stop! You're giving me such a hard on. 
I've got my hand around that handful you're thinking 
about. I only wish I could lick that clit through the 
phone. Rub it Care, let me hear you cum right through 
the phone. God, I want you so bad right now." He 
panted.
 
"Don't worry Bill, I'm rubbing it. Plus, my mouth is 
watering thinking about having that cock in my mouth. 
It's so salty sweet, and as smooth as velvet on my 
tongue. I love to fondle and stroke your balls while I 
suck on it. I know they're full of your juice, baby. 
Oh, that sweet juice! Bill, do you know how much I 
love to taste and swallow that stuff. When that goes 
down my throat I know I've made you crazy with passion 
for me, just like I'm crazy for you. Oh, baby my pussy 
is soo hot right now, I'm gonna cum real soon." I 
teased into the receiver.

"Oh, Jesus God Carree!! Just thinking of your mouth 
loving me has me close. You know how to drive me 
crazy. When we're alone I'm gonna want to be inside of 
you Carree. Deep up inside of you! When we get married 
and I can make love to that beautiful pussy, I swear 
I'll fuck you 6 times a day. Until then, your cute 
little butt will have to do. How does that sound 
Sweets?" He cooed at me.

I was panting pretty well now. I sort of wanted to get 
serious and find my g-spot, but I really just wanted 
to cum. Bill talking about screwing me, being inside 
of me had me nuts.

"You know I love having you inside me, Lover. It hurts 
some time, but you're such a gentle lover, you always 
make it easy. Once it's in me, Bill, I never want you 
to come out of me. Oh Bill, I'm gonna cum. I'm 
thinking about the times we fell asleep with you 
inside of me. Ohhh, unghhh, unghhh, unghh. That's it 
Honey I'm there. Ohhhhhhh," I moaned as I caught my 
breath in my throat and came.

"Holy crap, honey. I'm cumming too. Your tight ass 
makes me nuts, just thinking about it. Oh, I'll fuck 
you there good, baby. Then I'll shoot THIS . . . RIGHT
. . . UP . . .THERE!!" he said as I heard him cum 
through the phone.

Our breathing was all either of us could hear for a 
few minutes. Finally Bill broke the silence.

"Carree, I love you so much. Being apart is so hard. 
Just think, after Christmas, we only have six months 
until we live together in Baltimore. I'll love you 
every night, I swear." Bill growled into the phone.

"Billy, I never want to be apart from you. Just think, 
our time is coming soon. We can be together every 
night." I started to cry.

Through my tears of joy I told Bill how much I missed 
him and wanted to be with him. It would be less than a 
week until we would live together for almost a month. 
Our first time alone I just wanted us to strip and 
roll around on the floor feeling each other. It sounds 
kinky, but the feel of his skin next to mine while we 
breathe in each other's ear makes me want to cum. This 
was lust and passion for my lover and no one else.

We both had studying to do as reality caught a grip on 
us and we said good night. I lay there in my reverie 
knowing I would fade to sleep soon, if I didn't get 
going. Then a knock on my door snapped me to 
attention.

"Carree?" Henny asked. "Are you OK in there? Don't 
fall asleep. You told me you had lots of studying, why 
don't you come out here so we can keep each other 
awake? When Maria gets back from her class she has to 
cram too. Come on, before you fall asleep after that."

Henny obviously figured out what I was doing in my 
room. The walls were thin and it was hard to keep 
secrets.

"I'll be out in a sec, Hen. Keeping each other awake 
is a good idea." I shouted through the door.

I arranged my clothes and gathered my books and notes 
and went to the common room. Henny was set up on the 
sofa and coffee table. She was getting coffee from our 
contraband Mr. Coffee we snuck in this spring.

"Black with sugar, Care?" Henny asked as I assented 
with an "um humm".

She brought in the coffees and curled on the sofa next 
to me. She reached over and petted my hair.
 
"Don't worry honey. You'll be with your lover soon 
enough. I'm so fucking horny I could toot." Henny 
said. "But, I have to get an A on this test tomorrow 
or I'm afraid my GPA may fall off the Deans list. I 
wish Nick would call me and beat off on the phone. 
He's too embarrassed to do it at the frat house. God, 
I need a fuck. I should borrow one of Maria's toys."

Sheesh Hen, I know it's just the two of us, but do you 
have to talk like that? . . or are we that familiar 
with each other? I suppose I'm being a prude, we don't 
have many secrets, do we? How do you know Maria has 
toys?" I asked.

"She was washing them in the bathroom sink and the 
phone rang. While she answered it I came back home, 
and she kind of forgot about them, . . . until I went 
in the bathroom. Man, did I give it to her. You know I 
had some fun with that." She said with an evil laugh.

"I can only imagine. I doubt she uses them as much now 
that Jack comes back more often. Hey, we all get 
stressed and we all get horny and have to release 
tension. We shouldn't make fun of each other and make 
each other self conscious." I scolded her.

"I know. I really love the two of you, you know. I 
never had girlfriends I could get along with before. I 
always felt they were trying to steal Nick away, even 
though I denied I loved him. He is so gorgeous. You 
and Maria almost seem married to your guys, so I 
didn't worry about you two." Henny admitted.

"Don't think we didn't get hot pants over Nick, 
though. We used to call him "dreamboat". We're only 
human, Hen. I'll bet he's hot." I confessed.

Henny laughed just as Maria came in the door.

"Save me a spot on the couch. I gotta get 2 months of 
chapters into one night. I hope there's coffee." Maria 
chirped as she rushed through to her room.

In 10 minutes we were all buried in our books trying 
to make up for lost study time. Three girls with 
lovers waiting to whisk them home, trying to study 
while pleasures of life weighed on their minds. This 
would be our last Christmas vacation of our college 
careers. Already I worried I might never see them 
again after we left school. Amazingly, we all stayed 
up and got a good study in to finish the semester with 
the kinds of marks we had hoped for. The last of us, 
Henny, hit the mattress at 4:30 a.m.

It was Friday with Christmas one week away when Bill 
picked me up to head home for the Holidays. It was 
after 6 o'clock in the evening when we left campus and 
for the first time I ever remember, I fell asleep on 
the way home with Bill. 
I felt his arm going around me, and a whisper in my 
ear.

"Carree sugar? Honey sweets? You're home, safe and 
sound." He whispered.

I was in another world when I opened my eyes. I saw my 
Mom and Dad at the door as I cracked my lids open and 
felt Bill pulling at me a little. Man, was I out of 
it.

"Holy Shit Bill. How did you let me drift off like 
that! Wow, I feel like you clubbed me over the head." 
I said.

"You were sleeping so hard and so sound I didn't want 
to wake you baby. I brought you right home so you 
could get your rest and catch up with your Mom and 
Dad. We can't get into the Residence Inn until Monday 
so lets just stay with our parents until then. It will 
make them happy. Me sleeping here, or you coming over 
to the study with me will only cause problems with our 
parents. I wanted to talk with you about it on the way 
home, but you were GONE. Believe me, it's the best 
way. We'll be together until Christmas Eve and then 
back together Christmas night until we go back to 
school. We'll have lots of time for each other." He 
whispered as if my parents could eaves drop from 
behind the closed door to our house.

I was still groggy and spaced but he was making sense 
to me. I hadn't known we couldn't get into the 
Residence until Monday, but I would have figured we 
would sleep together no matter what. Bills words made 
me realize that being with our own families a few 
nights would make them all happy. Since we wanted to 
go back to school with a firm date set for our 
wedding, this alone time with parents was going to be 
good.
Bill hopped out of the car and came to my door and 
helped my groggy self out. He walked me to the door as 
my Dad opened it.

"Carree fell asleep on the way home, Dad." I heard him 
say. "She's not as grouchy as she is in the morning, 
but I think she has a rough edge." He kidded.

"Oh, I can handle her Bill." He said.

"Let me get her stuff in and then we can talk a bit. 
Do you think Mom Kasc can put on some coffee?" Bill 
said.

"Already done Bill, she saved some dinner for you both 
too." I heard my Dad say.

I hugged my Dad and then my Mom walked me to the table 
where the smell of coffee was flaring my nostrils. I 
was waking fast and the thought of food was making me 
glad we were home. Whatever she made smelled like 
"home" and I was glad and comforted to be there.

"Beef au jus with spaetzel dumplings sound good, 
Carree?" Mom said.

"Oh Mom, it sounds like heaven right now. I'm so tired 
and hungry." I answered.

Bill called home to tell them that we were here and 
that he would be home shortly. We both said later that 
our parents half expected an argument about the nights 
sleeping arrangements. We had now figured that as long 
as we would be together with their blessing for the 
next month, a few nights with the family would not be 
a problem.

My Mom laid out a couple nice plates of one of my 
favorite dishes, along with fresh coffee. They sat 
down with us as Mom brought out a pie. As she cut 
pieces for her and Dad she looked at me and smiled.

"Carree, you are so grown up, I can't believe my 
little girl is a woman of the business world with a 
husband and family around the corner. Oh, please don't 
let that sound like we are pushing for grandchildren 
already. It's just one of the things that goes along 
with marriage and like that. If you chose to not have 
children at all, it would be your decision. Damn, this 
conversation is getting heavier than I wanted it to 
be. I'm really just trying to say how proud I am, we 
are, of you; so smart in the ways of the world and 
your plan for life. The two of you are so much in love 
and we feel like you're married already. The way you 
treat each other, look out for each other. I guess 
we're a little jealous that you don't need us 
anymore." Mom said with a misty eye.

"Oh, Mom. Nothing could be further from the truth. Not 
need you? Come on! There's so much woman talk and 
decisions for us to make together, and Daddy too! 
Don't ever think I don't need you. Bill doesn't make 
me not need you, Bill makes us four, and with his 
parents, six! A family of six, that's what we are. 
When we have children, and you know we do want to have 
children, we need you and the Wilson's to help and 
guide us." I explained. 

Mom and Dad ate their pie with coffee while Bill and I 
wolfed down dinner. The look on my Dads face told me 
the pie was delicious. He looked at my Mom more than 
once and grabbed her knee, telling her how good it 
was.

By the time we finished our dinner Mom had cut pie for 
us as well, along with seconds for Dad. She brought 
out cold milk for the two of us and smiled down at us.

"I know you can't eat pie without milk, Carree. Bill, 
I assume you're the same way. Bill, I have an extra 
blueberry pie for you to take home for your Dad, I 
know he loves it too. We had lots of blues this year, 
so we'll have blue pie for quite a time this winter.
So," Mom said, changing the subject quickly, "You 
asked us to come up with dates we might suggest for a 
wedding, would you like to hear them?"

"Sure," Bill piped up. "We really should have a good 
idea when we go back to school. Maybe not an exact 
date, but an idea we can begin to work with."

My Dad had been quiet for a time, but he picked up the 
baton now.

"We think you should go through a whole year in 
Baltimore, adjusting to being together, commuting, 
living as a couple, working on finances, planning for 
the future. You have this opportunity to really test 
yourselves and make sure it's the life you want. To 
pressure you by adding marriage to it all would be 
crazy. Originally we wanted to drive you from 
graduation to the church, but we are confidant that 
the two of you know each other well enough to make the 
right decisions in that first year. We know you WANT 
to be married, but aside from a few of us, whose going 
to know your aren't? You'll be living as a couple with 
a plan for the future. By next Christmas you should 
have a pretty good handle on what's going on with your 
jobs, your careers. We can, the six of us, set a firm 
date then." My Dad said, surprising us.

"That's a pretty good plan, Dad." Bill said. "It kind 
of lines up with our thinking right now, too. Unless 
my parents have an objection, or we have something 
else happen to change things, we may just go with 
that. You really put it in the right words. We thought 
along those lines, but weren't sure of how everyone 
might take it. Don't you agree, Carree?" Bill said as 
I nodded eating my blueberry pie.

"I, obviously, want to get married tomorrow, but we 
have waited this long, we may as well wait to do it 
right. Being with Bill is what I really want most, and 
I'll have that. You have no argument from me. When we 
settle in as a married couple I don't want to have to 
get up and move a few months later. Let's be sure of 
where we are, and what we are." I said.

Bill came over to me at my chair and kissed my 
blueberry pie mouth.

"I really want to get home and see my Mom and Dad. I 
hope everything goes as well there as here with 
wedding plans." Bill said as he looked up at my Mom 
and Dads faces. "Mom and Dad Kasc, thanks for making 
this easy for us. If my parents have a problem maybe 
we can all get together and talk, but I can't imagine 
they will have any reservations about this plan, but 
you never know."

My Dad shook Bills hand and then hugged him.

"Son, I can't imagine a man I would trust more with my 
daughter and her life and future. It's pretty obvious 
how happy she is and how well planned out your future 
is." My dad said as he reached into his pocket for a 
small envelope. "Here is a voucher and my business 
card for checking into the Residence Inn on Monday. 
You should have no problem; I was out there today. The 
voucher takes care of the retainer fee for the room. 
Any phone or extra amenities are up to you two. You 
shouldn't have to spend anything else. OK?"

"Thanks Dad," Bill said as he took the envelope and 
kissed my Mom. 

I walked him to the door and we kissed goodbye again. 
He promised to call me as soon as he got up so we 
could get together for some Christmas shopping. I 
waved in the window as he pulled down the drive and 
disappeared up the road.  I didn't know if I could 
wait until Monday night to be alone with him.

"I'm so happy to know that a man can make you so 
happy, Carree. You obviously make him very happy too. 
You are both very lucky. I had to search so long and 
hard to find your father. I made a lot of mistakes. I 
would be almost jealous of you, except that I found 
the man that made me as happy as you are now. I know 
how happy you are." My Mom whispered in my ear as she 
came up behind me as I watched Bill pull away.

 There was nothing I could do but turn and hug her.

"Oh Mom, he is so special. I see the way Dad still 
lights up your eyes, we are both so lucky." I said as 
we broke our hug and walked arm and arm to the stairs.

My Dad had just brought my bags up the stairs and was 
coming out of my room heading for his own.

"Goodnight pumpkin. It's so good to have you here with 
us and see you so happy. You must be exhausted, I know 
I am and I have to work a few hours in the morning. 
C'mon Silvie, let's hit the hay." My Dad said.

"I'm going to get up with your Dad so I can have the 
car for shopping, then I'll pick him up. Do you want 
to go Carree? I warn you though, I want to be there 
when the mall opens at 9:30." Mom said.

"If I'm awake, but I doubt that, Mom. You go ahead. 
Bill is going to call me when he gets up and I think 
we are going out too." I told her.

I gave my Mom one last hug as we got up to the top 
step and I went toward my room.

"I bet I could sleep till noon, Mom. But, I'm sure 
Bill won't let me. Leave the phone in my room before 
you go out in the morning, OK?" I asked.

Mom smiled and kissed me on the forehead. Then she 
disappeared into their bedroom.

I found my bag with my night t-shirts and found one 
that was warm and fleece lined. I took it to the 
bathroom and stripped down. I quickly used cleansing 
cream to clean my face and make me feel fresh for 
sleep. I took a washcloth and got it good and steamy 
with hot water. After I pee-ed I put the hot cloth 
over my whole vaginal mound and reveled in the warmth. 
I grabbed a fresh razor and did a mini- trim to keep 
my pussy smooth. The warm cloth was enough to soften 
the slight stubble there was for shaving.
I dropped the t-shirt over my head and headed for my 
room. I was a little tingly between my legs and 
wondered if I should Jill-off to help get me to sleep 
better, with all my tensions relieved.

Once I settled in bed I could hear sounds of love from 
my parents room and I put my hand between my legs 
satisfy my own urge. I always hear my friends saying 
they can't imagine their parents "doing it", or the 
thought of them "doing it" made them uncomfortable. My 
parents were still young in my eyes and both my Mom 
and Dad were still attractive. I could easily picture 
them "doing it", and there was nothing unappealing 
about it. Now, don't misunderstand, the thought of 
them making love wasn't the trip wire to any 
masturbation session for me. My thoughts of Bill and 
what we had in store for each other over the next 
month had my hormones doing time trials, the sounds 
from the other room only enhanced the moment.

But, apparently I was too tired any for that, because 
the next thought I had was the sun shining in my 
window. It was morning already and I heard my Mom 
rustling around downstairs. I closed my eyes again and 
pulled the covers up, quickly dozing off.
I think I slept another couple hours and was slipping 
back into reality when I got a look at the clock. 
10:45. I distinctly heard the TV on and wondered what 
happened to Moms shopping trip. Maybe she didn't feel 
well. As much as I wanted to just stay in bed, I got 
up to check and see if she was OK.

My sleep shirt was warm, but the cool winter air in 
the room chilled my legs as soon as I got up. I 
grabbed my big robe that covered me head to toe, and 
made my way to the bathroom, took care of business and 
wrapped myself warmly in the robe and headed 
downstairs. The sound of an old Fred Mac Murray movie 
came from the living room as I went to check on Mom.
 
There, sprawled on the sofa, fast asleep, was Bill!
I stopped in my tracks and went to look in the drive 
for my Dads car, but it was gone. Only Bills car sat 
in the drive. I was confused.

I went back to the living room and sat on the backs of 
my legs in front of Bills prone figure on the sofa. He 
was sleeping heavily, and as I had done many times, I 
just watched him in his peaceful state.

Apparently his olfactory senses told him he was not 
alone in the room as he rustled and his eyes opened.

"G'mornin' Peaches," he said through a little smile.

"Hi," was all I answered. My eyes were asking him "the 
what" and "the how" of the situation as he smiled 
broader knowing my wonder.

"I couldn't sleep at home after my parents left for 
work. I called here to see if you were up as well. 
Your Mom said your weren't and that she was leaving 
soon, but if I wanted coffee, to come over and wait 
for you to get up. That was at 8:15 or 8:30. I 
showered and came over and she and I had coffee. Then 
she left for shopping and here I am." He said through 
a grin.

I smiled and kissed him.

"Wait here while I brush my teeth, and then I'll give 
you a real good morning kiss, OK?" I asked him.

He smiled and nodded. We both knew which one of us had 
morning mouth.

When I came back he was snoozing with his arms folded 
in front of him. He fluttered his eyes at the movement 
in his space.

"Oh man, I can't believe I slipped off again. Can I 
really be that tired?" he wondered aloud.

I leaned in and gave him a proper kiss, full on the 
mouth.

"If you're that tired, maybe you should go back to 
bed," I said. "I bet there's still a warm spot between 
my sheets." I added suggestively.

"Well," he said facetiously, "If you insist." 

As he rose from the sofa he put and arm around me and 
began to walk to the steps. I stopped and went to lock 
the inside screens on both doors to be sure if we were 
interrupted, no one could walk in on us.

We went into my room and I shucked my robe and slid 
between the sheets.

"Down to your underwear, please." I said. "I have to 
keep the sheets clean." I said, goofing on him.

Bill's clothes quickly went to a pile on the floor and 
he slid in next to me.

"I didn't say anything about underwear, Mister. Taking 
them off was pretty forward, if you ask me." I 
feigned.

"Sorry m'aam, but they're clean and I don't know where 
your sheets have been." He said, playing my game.

We fell into each other's arms and reveled at each 
other's warmth. He felt so good next to my skin. I 
wanted him right there.

"Bill, I want you so bad, and we've waited so long to 
make the moment right and safe for us. We have to 
start thinking about adding a little risk, now that 
school is almost over. I need to feel you inside of 
me. In my bottom is so satisfying, but hardly 
spontaneous. We should think about taking advantage of 
my safe days after I finish my period. I know those 
days aren't 100 per cent safe, but if you add a 
condom, we have to be close." I said with a little 
exasperation added to my want.

"God Carree, I've thought about that too, but we 
should wait until we are a little less horny to think 
this through. Decisions made in this state could be a 
little skewed, don't you think?" Bill said, sensing my 
state.

"I know, lover." I said, "I didn't mean right now, I'm 
far from safe. Over the next month, I'm sure we will 
have some special times when we can plan some hot 
stuff for each other. This morning I just want to 
taste you and feel your cock in my mouth. THAT will 
make me happy."

"Your words are enough to make me cum right here, 
Care. I can't wait to taste you either." Bill said 
rolling over onto me while seeming to suck half my 
face into his mouth, devouring me.

"No!" I protested, pushing back on him to make eye 
contact.

"I haven't showered or anything yet, and just went 
front and rear in the bathroom. I know it makes no 
difference to you, but it makes me feel 
uncomfortable." I said adamantly. "Please Bill? OK?" I 
implored him.

He knew I was serious. So many times he had dove right 
at me before I realized I wasn't as fresh as I might 
want to be. I knew his skilled hands could bring me 
off just fine to satisfy my urge at hand. Lying back 
after a shower to open my legs and bottom for his 
tongue was one of the true treasures of our love 
making. Being confident that I was clean and fresh 
made it perfect.

Bill straddled me while I scolded him and gave me a 
knowing smile.

"I know, I know, Peaches. I just want you as bad as 
you want me." He said as I slid down a little to get 
closer to his penis.

He spread his legs a little more and lifted his weight 
off his knees. He was in a 4 point stance over me, his 
hands gripping the headboard of my bed. It was pretty 
clear that he understood it was going to be my time 
with him. Once I gave up this position he would have 
plenty of time to busy his hands in my pussy, but for 
now, he was mine.

He seemed so hard in this position as his cock 
maintained a little curl. I decided to bathe his balls 
with my tongue to tease him more. Upon doing so I 
heard him inhale deeply as I sucked each testicle deep 
into my mouth. He was fresh and clean and his sack was 
full of cum for me. I heard him sigh a little 
impatient "Ohh" as I redoubled my efforts.

"What's the matter baby?" I teased. "Does something 
need attention?"

"Oh God honey, give me your mouth. It hurts so bad." 
He whined.

When he begged, I knew I had teased him over the line. 
He was always so patient in letting me have my way 
with him. I couldn't hold back any longer, taking his 
swollen plum cock head into my mouth and sucking hard 
on it.

"Owwwwww," he moaned as he got the present he wanted. 
I proceeded to take half his cock into my mouth and 
suck it back up to the tip. I repeated a couple times 
and then he twisted down to the bed where I could 
kneel over his side and bob and suck him. I felt his 
long middle finger snake right up my pussy, while his 
thumb rolled over and over my wet clit.

My mouth and his hands settled into a nice rhythm, 
pleasing each other amid our moans of approval. My 
eyes had been closed enjoying our loving and when I 
opened them I saw his sack, once impossible to fit all 
in my mouth, now tight and drawn up. I ran the flat of 
my hand up between his splayed butt and over his 
little hole and cupped his sack. That sent him, 
without warning, over the line.
I was just about to start a long wrenching orgasm from 
his diddling when I felt my mouth fill with his cum to 
the shrieks from his mouth. His orgasm not only 
surprised me, but Bill as well. My touch to his sack 
had made it all spontaneous. I could barely swallow 
fast enough to get the first shots of his cum. I felt 
some leaking from the corner of my mouth, and that was 
rare that I lose any. 
I stopped sucking and he pumped at my mouth, still 
needing release. Two more good squirts covered my 
tongue as I grabbed his cock and took control, my own 
orgasm gripping me.
My clit suddenly exploded into ecstasy as I began to 
milk the last drops from him. He drew his long middle 
finger from me and rolled my clit between his thumb 
and that slippery digit, setting off my own 
pyrotechnics, leaving me to drop his cock from my 
mouth.

Rarely did I lose a drop, and now a whole mouthful ran 
from my lips as orgasm gripped me.

"Oh God, Oh God Bill!! Ohhhhhhh!" I tried to pull from 
his grip as suddenly my clit turned raw. He managed to 
swipe his fingers over it a few more times before 
stretching back in his own post orgasmic posture.

I was an absolute mess with his orgasm all over my 
face, and some in my long hair. I had an orgasmic 
squirt all over my legs and Bills hands during that 
last flurry of his fingers.

"Yuck! Bill, look what you did to me," I laughed.

He looked at me and we both burst out in laughter.

"This is like a bad porno movie, Care. Sorry." Bill 
said as he went to get me a towel.

"Don't bother," I hollered to Bill. "I have to get in 
the shower anyway."

I tried to get off the bed and into the bathroom 
without getting any of Bills shoot on anything. I 
hadn't planned on really washing my hair, as I had an 
appointment to get it cut this afternoon, but this 
changed my plans.
My long crinkly tresses really got me a lot of 
compliments, many saying it made me look like a model, 
but it was really too high maintenance for me. Bill 
had enjoyed me this way, but he understood my wish for 
a shorter coif. 
I ran my shower and hopped in and began to rinse and 
get myself cleaned up. Bill stuck in lathered hands to 
rinse them off and avoid having to run the sink and 
interfere with my water temp and pressure. With all 
the mess I had, he only had to wash his hands.

I called my salon and they said they could take me 
early, so I wrapped my wet hair and we were off. While 
I got my hair cut and styled, Bill was off to start 
our Christmas shopping. We both looked forward to 
Monday when we could move in together at the Residence 
Inn. 
Living together for the month was going to be awesome.

We really hadn't planned on any alone time before we 
got settled in our Holiday Hide-away, as Bill called 
it. That morning was just an opportunity we couldn't 
pass on. Actually it cooled our jets a bit so we 
didn't end up parking like teenagers Saturday or 
Sunday nights at he end of the driveway.

Monday morning came and I found myself up early to see 
my Dad off to work. I wanted to thank him one more 
time for the arrangements he had made for Bill and I. 
He shook his head and said he couldn't believe he set 
his own daughter up in a shack up. 
I looked at him, hurt by his words, and a grin crawled 
over his face.

"Pumpkin, I was just making light of the situation, 
don't be offended by it. I'm sorry. I know that you 
and Bill are in love and as married already as some 
younger couples. I just thought, and your Mom and 
Bills parents agreed, it was better than having you 
two sneak around trying to find alone times for 
yourselves, or sleeping in that cold room over the 
garage." My Dad said apologizing and making his point.

"When we saw the two of you in Baltimore last year we 
knew everything was right and the two of you would be 
fine. We trust you and approve 1000 percent of Bill, 
honey." My Mom kicked in. "Don't let your father ruin 
your time. He and I would have loved to have the same 
situation when we were in college and had to split up 
for the Holidays."

I hugged them both and went upstairs to start packing 
up my things for my mini-move. When I was putting my 
dirty laundry and bed sheets together for the day's 
laundry I was embarrassed by the big semen stain I saw 
on the bedclothes. I hoped my Mom didn't notice it. 
Between what I swallowed, got on my face, in my hair 
and on the sheets, Bill must have cum a gallon in our 
Saturday morning fling. Just thinking about it made me 
long for him, and it was only 8 o'clock in the 
morning. We couldn't check in until 2 pm or later, but 
actually I would see him much sooner than that. Just 
being with him, and he with me, made us whole. 

When I think back on us and how we were then, and how 
we grew later, I don't know how I have gotten on 
without him.

I went to the bathroom to get a few things to add to 
my packing and on my return to my room my Mom was 
already stripping the bed.

"I see we couldn't leave the two of you alone for 5 
minutes the other day." My Mom said with a smirk.
 
I must have turned 3 shades of red.

"I thought you were going to remain a virgin and not 
have intercourse before you got married. That sure 
looks like something that leaked out of you Carree. 
Don't go screw up your job or the end of your 
schooling doing something stupid." Mom said.

I was a little pissed off at her comment, but my Mom 
was never one to mince words, but neither was I.

"Mom, do I have to repeat what I said to you 5 or 6 
years ago? I hope you know I kept my word." I said 
with an edge on my words to make a point.

"If you mean the time you told me that you don't lie 
and you don't fu. . . . screw, I'm afraid the evidence 
points other wise." She said.

I stepped right into her path. "Mom, I don't lie and I 
don't fuck. That's what I said a long time ago and I 
thought you trusted me to keep my word, even though 
it's really none of your business, anymore.
I realize if I get pregnant it is your business. 
Goddamn it, PLEASE TRUST ME, and my judgment. 
That stain ran out of me alright, IT RAN OUT OF MY 
MOUTH, if you must know." I said intending to shock 
her. By the look on her face, she had just swallowed 
her tongue.

Mom composed herself.
"I'm so sorry Carree. I just treated you like my 
little girl instead of my grown up woman of a 
daughter. I didn't need to hear you say that, and I 
guess I had it coming. I should know you have kept 
your word. I had no business being so nosy. I can't 
stop thinking of you as my little girl." Mom said, 
dropping her laundry and hugging me. She realized her 
mistake and we were fine again.

My words with my Mother probably changed our 
relationship forever, and probably to the good. She 
knew when I told her I was still a virgin that I meant 
that we did not have intercourse, Bills penis in my 
vagina. I'm sure she understood that we did other 
things, but could not bring herself to deal with the 
reality of it.

Bill came over just after lunch. He and his Mom had 
been shopping together Monday morning and he had told 
me that they would lunch together before he came for 
me. I assumed they were each shopping for my gifts 
with each other's help. My Mom and I had done the same 
just the day before.

My things were waiting for Bill to load into the car 
and he did so before he even came upstairs to find me.

"Hey lover," he said as he came into the room, hugged 
me and gave my ass a squeeze. He hadn't realized my 
Mom was in the room and saw his greeting.

"Oh, hi Mom." He said, embarrassed. " I'm sorry I 
didn't see you there."

Mom's only response was to come over and hug the both 
of us together. Everything was cool with Mom now.

When we opened the door to our room at the Residence 
Inn we were both pleasantly surprised. It was actually 
bigger than our apartment in Baltimore, and much 
nicer. 
We methodically unpacked our stuff and made the place 
ours. I had finished setting up the bathroom and came 
out to see Bill sitting on the upstairs bed in the 
loft section of the room. I came over to him and saw 
he was in a pensive mood. I hugged his head to my 
stomach and petted his head.

"What are you thinking about so seriously, honey pie?" 
I asked.

"Lasts," he said. "The last time we do things like we 
have done them. This is our last Christmas with our 
families the way they are. When we go home on 
Christmas Eve it will be the last time we do that with 
our families. Then we will start having our own 
firsts. Sorry to get so sentimental. My Mom and I 
talked a lot about a lot of things today. She even 
grilled me about sex. She told me to be nice to you, 
patient with you because she knows we don't want to 
get pregnant. I told her that everything about "us" 
was great and not to worry."

"My Mom and I had a talk today too, but it had to do 
with the cum stain on my bed. She said it proved we 
were screwing, she knew it had to run out of me. When 
I told her it ran out of my mouth she knew she had 
wandered into a place where she didn't belong and that 
she should have trusted me." I told Bill.

Bill put his head in his hands.

"God Carree, how can I ever look at your Mom again, 
knowing that?" Bill said with a chuckle.

"All will be fine," I said as I sat next to Bill on 
the bed and hugged him to me.
I pulled him back onto the bed and did a little roll 
to end up having him on top of me.

"When are we going to be able to just make love at 
times like this?" I asked. "I want you inside of me so 
badly right now. You know, just spontaneous, like we 
are in the kind of lovey mood we are in right now. 
Thinking about us, thinking about the future."

"Maybe with a condom during your safe days after you 
finish your period, or is that bending too much? I 
know we're both anxious and could talk each other into 
anything. But, that seems like it would be more than 
99 percent safe, don't you think?" Bill suggested and 
asked.

"You're probably right, but we've waited this long and 
if I ever GOT pregnant my Mom would think we have been 
lying all along. Lets stick with the original plan. 
Our parents trusted us enough to do this," I said 
pointing around to the room we shared. "If anything 
happened we would be persona non grata in both their 
eyes. Maybe after we get settled in Baltimore we can 
just tell them that we are cautiously having sex, or 
is it really any of their business then?" I wondered.

"It would truly be our own business then, completely." 
Bill said. "I suppose you are right to have to wait. I 
don't think either one of is WANT to wait."

"That's for sure, Bill." I said as I kissed him full 
on the lips grinding my hips to his. "I don't want to 
wait at all," I said, still anxious for loving - NOW. 
"Get inside me lover. Screw my little hole. I want you 
so bad. We don't have any plans for this afternoon, do 
we?"

 
"Well, if I did," Bill said, "I wouldn't now. Are you 
sure you want to do this Carree? I'm always so afraid 
of hurting you."

"Billy, if I didn't want it, I wouldn't suggest it. We 
should be OK without all the messy stuff. I just want 
you in me." I demanded.

Bill was a little reluctant at first, but once he sat 
back up and I reached down to rub the growing bulge in 
his pants, he was convinced. He reached out and took 
the bottom of my sweater top and began to pull it up. 
With my new short doo it went easily over my head, and 
I didn't have to worry about snags, like before. As 
soon as he saw my breasts he kissed my lips and pushed 
me back on the bed filling each hand with boob. He was 
so sexy.
After a few light kisses he moved his lips to my 
nipples giving each gentle kisses just enough to 
sensitize the erectile tips. He sat back and reached 
for the snap on my skirt. I lifted my butt and he slid 
it off, leaving me only in my panty.
I smiled as sexy as I could and turned around on my 
hands and knees showing him my butt. He ran his hands 
over my panties and then hooked his fingers in the 
side to pull them down. Once my pussy was uncovered he 
slid his hand between my legs and ran his finger 
between my lips. He trailed that finger right up to my 
butt hole and rubbed a little of the moistness around. 
He bent forward and ran his tongue over and over my 
anus. I could barely stand the sensation and had to 
slip to my hip to work my panties the rest of the way 
off. I wanted to give him more access.
I knelt back up and he put his tongue back home 
leaving me wet. I felt a finger slide up my pussy and 
before I could catch my breath from that rush, I felt 
the flat of his thumb pressure at my rear. He was not 
wasting anytime.

"As soon as you think you want lube let me know baby, 
and I'll get you ready. You want it spontaneous, and 
here it is. If anything isn't right, just let me 
know." Bill said lustily.
I didn't let him know that his thumb going in hurt 
like hell and burned, I asked for lube right then. We 
had just put everything away in the bath, so finding 
the KY was no problem. He was back in a flash. In just 
a few seconds I felt the cool rush of his coated thumb 
go back into me, but it was much better than before. 
He forced the length of his thumb up into me as his 
other hand busied itself on my clit.

"Oh, baby. Carree, I want to fuck you so bad. To make 
love to you, to be inside of you, I want you. Let me 
know when you want to try it." He whispered.

I was still trying to get accustomed to his intrusion, 
but I knew his penis, being that much bigger, was 
going to stretch me even more. I wanted it now.

"Try it now baby. Lube up that pretty penis and try me 
now." I said excitedly, even though I knew it would 
hurt some at first.

I heard him undo his belt and then his pants hit the 
floor.

"Oh Carree, my cock is so hard for you." He said as I 
looked back between my legs at his show.

He must have been full of lust because he began to rub 
KY over its length right away after he sheathed it 
with a condom. We hadn't prepped and I think he wanted 
protection in case I wasn't 100 per cent clean. Not a 
sexy thought, but a real one. He knelt up on the bed 
and re-inserted his thumb, this time sliding into me 
much easier. After a couple pistons with his thumb, it 
left me and I felt him run the head of his penis 
around my crease. When he centered it on my little 
hole, he pushed. 

Good God, it hurt, but I pushed back to get him all 
the way in, past my little knot, and into me right 
away. A hot poker would have felt the same, but I hid 
my pain. Once he was in I reached back and grabbed his 
scrotum to be sure he didn't move. 
I wanted to push him out, but I knew the longer I 
could hold him in, the faster I would be accustomed to 
his size and the pain would ebb.

"Don't move baby, don't move, OK?" I hissed to him.

I put my head down and rested it on my hands. After a 
minute or so I instinctively rolled my butt a little 
and the movement felt good. I was ready to be screwed.

"Fuck me nice and slow, Billy. Take it easy and make 
it last." I asked him.

He began to move, ever so slightly within me. It 
didn't take long for the sensation of having something 
up my butt to turn into the sensation of being made 
love to. No doubt, the gliding effect of the KY jelly
enhanced the feeling. 
So far, if this were the first time I was doing this, 
it would have been the last. But, I knew the end 
result would justify the discomfort I was feeling. Had 
I not wanted to be spontaneous and we had used the 
proper preparation, I would have no complaints.

I began to breathe in rhythm with his pushes at my 
core. Somewhere in the next minute or so I began to 
build toward an orgasm and all the thought of the pain 
and discomfort of his initial entry were gone. 

"Oh my God, Billy. My sweet William! Fuck meeeee! Make 
love to me!" I began to cheer to him.

But, my cheers made him stop, as he bent and wrapped 
himself around my hands and knees position.

"I love you so much, Carree," he growled in my ear as 
his hands mauled my breasts. He then he pushed me 
forward to be flat on my stomach on the bed. He 
centered all his weight on his penis in my butt to 
move his knees to either side of me. He shifted his 
weight to his knees then and began to pump in and out 
of my flattened figure.

My first orgasm was building fast and I was losing my 
breath quickly. Suddenly I was without breath as it 
swept over me like a big hand crushing my body. I 
opened my mouth to exclaim my ecstasy and nothing came 
out. I was sure I was going to pass out when suddenly 
Bill lifted his weight from me as he knelt back, in 
turn pulling almost all the way from my anal pocket. 
That action forced me to inhale quickly to have enough 
breath to shriek and exclaim my orgasm.

"Breathe with me Carree, don't pass out," Bill cried 
out as he slapped his hand hard across the side of my 
ass cheek. 
It was not a violent slap, but one whose purpose was 
to right my thought process. He knew I could just 
orgasm and pass out from not breathing, but the sting 
of his hand filled me with an instant rage that 
quickly filled my lungs. That sweet breath fueled my 
next wave of pleasure and calmed that rage. I knew and 
my instinct knew that Bill would never strike me in 
anger. The sting of his hand only fixed my focus as I 
came again and again, feeding each wave with long and 
short breaths.

I could barely see how I could have one more orgasm. 
My throat burned from the hard growls and shrieks I 
made. My hips and stomach muscles cramped from seeming 
to draw each wave from me. Suddenly I felt my clit 
seem to bulb out and then a long squirt of my 
ejaculate went into the bed.

"ArghhhhhhhhEEEEEEE" was all I could manage make come 
out of my mouth as that hot hard orgasm hit.
Finally I was able to reach back and put a hand to 
Bills back to try to get him to stop. He took the hint 
and laid atop me with his mouth next to me ear.

"Can't take anymore? Do you want me out?" he asked 
breathlessly.

"No!" I managed to say as I puffed like a sprinter.
"Just stay still." I added.

Bill stayed deep within me but didn't move. In a few 
moments I gathered my self and senses to speak.

"There, I think I'm calmed down. Just pump me nice and 
slow Billy." I said as he tried to fulfill my wishes.

Even nice and slow brought me to orgasm too fast, 
which would have been OK if I didn't cum so hard, but 
I did. I felt my next orgasm building and I tried to 
nurse it, but when it crowned, I was holding my breath 
trying to muscle by it.

"No more Bill, No more," I said breathlessly as I 
tried to squirm from him. "I can't cum anymore, or my 
heart will explode, I swear."

He slid effortless from me leaving me feel empty. I 
felt cool air rush into my dilated bottom before I 
fisted it shut and tried to enjoy the end of the 
fucking I just got. I rolled into the fetal position 
holding myself tightly with my eyes closed as the last 
spasms and sensations left me. I was one long mild 
orgasm as I breathed.

I felt Bill pet my back and the side of my bottom 
asking me if I was OK. I was more than OK. I felt like 
the most loved woman in the world, cursed with being 
too orgasmic.

 
"I'm fine, I'm just riding the wave, Billy," I said.

Billy had become my pet name for Bill. I had used 
baby, sweetie, honey and all the standards, but Billy 
was pretty personal right now.
I opened my eyes and saw Bill kneeling on the bed 
feeling the huge wet spot I had left. Our eyes met and 
I smiled sheepishly as if I could help my discharge. 
When I lowered my eyes in embarrassment I saw his 
hard-on still in a tight firm curl toward the ceiling.

"Peel that slimey, smelly thing off him, and I'll take 
care of that little problem for you." I said referring 
to his condom.

Bill looked down and grabbed the rolled base and 
pulled it up and off his penis. It was all slime 
alright, but no evidence of anything else, to my 
relief.
I scooted over to where he knelt and took his cock in 
my hand. I looked up at him and said, "However you 
want me."

"Carree, I had you how I wanted you, it would have 
been great to finish that way, but I understand. Plus 
I don't like to cum inside a rubber. How do you want 
it?" Bill asked.

"You know I like to taste you Billy, but if you want 
to finish bareback in my butt, we can do that." I 
volunteered.

"No, I know I already hurt you there. Sit on the edge 
of the bed and I'll stand in front of you." He said.

"Are you sure? I'll do anything for you." I said.

"You already have, you're such a wonderful lover, 
Carree." Bill complimented me.

I scooted up and sat on the edge of the bed and Bill 
stood before me. I could see that his penis hurt from 
being swollen and engorged so long. I grabbed behind 
him and took each of his butt halves in my hand and 
brought him to my mouth. My warm mouth cavern going 
over his hurting dick made him sigh loudly. I chuckled 
a bit at my power to make him feel so good. I went up 
and down a couple times and then he brought his hand 
to his penis.

"Just hold the head in your mouth. Let me stroke it. I 
have to cum right away." He said as I relented his 
shaft and just held the head in my mouth. I worked my 
tongue around and over his head paying special 
attention to the sensitive underside V near the head. 
He only stroked a few times and I tasted his pre-cum 
and I barely had time to think about it when he moaned 
loudly and my mouth filled with his cream. One-two- 
three shots and I swallowed and then another two more 
before I just put my tongue over the head so I 
wouldn't choke if there were any more blasts. I 
swallowed 3 mouthfuls before I felt his hand go away 
and he sighed. If he were disappointed about not 
cumming in my butt, he was passed it already.

"Zzhiiiiiiiiiii-OH" he exclaimed, as he grabbed his 
cock in his hand to protect it from me. I slid forward 
off the bed to the floor and hugged his legs.

I was satisfied, and he was satisfied. We had waited 
almost 10 days with this promise to be alone and we 
wasted no time to get to our most intimate. 
I wanted to make love sometimes without all the hard 
prep that anal sex should really have. Just dropping 
your panties and doing it is not so easy back there. 
Today was as close as we ever came to that. Bill 
didn't know the whole truth of the pain I endured to 
do it this way today, and I wouldn't doing it again 
too soon either.
Taking him in my bottom was not something we did on a 
regular basis. The fact that it had been just a month 
since the last time probably marked the shortest time 
between, except for once when we did it on consecutive 
days. 
We had vowed to make it special, and we had kept it 
that way. After doing it today, I was pretty sure it 
wouldn't happen again until summer. If I knew then how 
sore my butt hole was going to be the next morning, I 
would have signed off before we started, even though 
it was my idea, especially the spontaneous, spur of 
the moment part.

We didn't leave our room the rest of the night. We 
stayed close to each other, kissed a lot, and necked a 
lot too. Around 7 o'clock we had a pizza delivered and 
ate it with a bottle of champagne Bill had brought 
with him. After a schmaltzy HBO movie we retired to 
bed, but I wanted to shower, still feeling a little 
"slippery" between the cheeks. Bill ended up coming 
into the shower with me and later we sixty-nined on 
the bed, falling asleep in each other's arms. Except 
for the sore butt I had, every couple in love should 
have multitudes of days like this. It was a private 
"us" day that I will never forget. When I think of it 
now I miss him even more . . . . But appreciate the 
time I had with him more. . . . . what if this day 
never happened and I DIDN'T have this memory.

We spent the next few days shopping and being with 
each other, seeing our friends and having dinner with 
our families. On Christmas Eve after intimate moments, 
over a breakfast that Bill made for us, we went to the 
Mall to watch kids with Santa, their faces lighting up 
with the joy only Christmas knows. This is one of the 
perks of having children, and I know we dreamed of the 
day when it would be our child on Santa's knee.

Early in the afternoon Bill brought me home to my 
parents house and he went to his. There, we spent our 
last Christmas with our families. After our family 
Holiday dinners Bill came over and we exchanged 
presents at our house and then brought our bag of 
gifts for his family. It was truly a special time for 
us. 
One gift we got from my future employer, Arens and 
Ponds, was a special surprise. It was an 8-day get-
away to Maine as soon as school ended, as long as I 
wanted a working vacation. They wanted a review, story 
and pictures from a condominium hotel on the seacoast. 
Miranda Ponds called me the day after Christmas and 
told me that they had this opportunity to work with 
some New England resorts, but the time frame fell just 
prior to their yearly meetings in the Caribbean and 
the staff was stretched to the max. Would I be open to 
doing the 8 days for two, and then have 6 days off 
before going to meet her and the company in St. 
Thomas? The only catch was, it began 2 days after 
graduation, it left me only 6 days afterward to move 
to Baltimore and then fly to the yearly company 
meetings. I would then have until the Fourth of July, 
when the office re-opened, (actually on Monday the 
7th) to begin work. It would be hectic. Miranda had 
taken the liberty of contacting my parents to make 
sure Bill didn't have to start work that early. (He 
didn't, he was free until the second Monday in June)

Christmas night, and every night that remained of our 
Holiday recess we spent falling asleep in each other's 
arms. That alone was "making love". Our contentment 
from just being with each other was palpable. 

The only evening we did not spend in our hideaway was 
the one night we spent in Baltimore. Arens and Ponds 
had flown me to Baltimore for a company New Years Eve 
party. This, along with their yearly meeting in St. 
Thomas, was another general meeting that mixed 
business with pleasure and was a real morale booster. 
Seminars, meetings and company updates began at noon 
and continued throughout the day. Bonus incentives 
were handed out at a general meeting at 6:00pm, over 
dinner. The New Years bash began at 10:00 in the same 
Hotel/Convention Center. Everyone was encouraged to 
stay off the roads and stay at the hotel, all paid 
for, of course. I paid an extra plane fare for Bill, 
as we would spend New Years Eve morning looking at the 
prospective property Arens and Ponds had set up for 
me, with an option to purchase after 24 months. It was 
everything Miranda Ponds had promised and more. The 
neighborhood was definitely upscale and the paper they 
held on the property would have been a bargain at near 
double the price. I did need to complete 2 years at 
Arens to qualify for the option to buy. 

Schools swan song was sweet as our educations already 
bore the fruit of selected careers. Saying goodbye to 
my roommates, Henny and Maria, was a task. We planned 
to visit each other from time to time, while trying to 
stay in close touch via e-mail and telephone.

Our families combined our Graduation parties into one 
huge get together. The Wilson's and the Kasc families 
had gotten to know each other quite well and the 
fruits of that union were the tremendous pile of 
Congratulation cards and gifts we received. Many who 
were aware of our situation in Baltimore helped 
furnish our new home as if we were getting married 
already. Sweeter yet, the amount of cash we received 
let us begin our lives together totally debt-free. We 
were cash poor, but owed no one. We had a stash in the 
bank, but that was for the future. In Baltimore we 
would live hand to mouth for a short time, but we saw 
bright lights at the end of a short tunnel. We figured 
a budget that had us in daylight in just a couple 
paychecks, and in bright sunshine soon thereafter. 

My life would be hectic for the next month, but after 
that I figured I would be ready to sit down and absorb 
everything that happened in the last 4 years and put a 
perspective to it all.

The day after our party we had one whole day to 
prepare for our trip to Maine. A voucher came that day 
to buy a laptop computer for my work. Nothing like 
cutting it close!! The product order was specific, but 
CompUSA had it all put together and waiting for me. It 
seems they had their copy of the order and my voucher 
for quite a time.

Packing to go to Maine was crazy because I had no idea 
what to expect. My Mom and Dad gave me a little 
insight as they had vacationed there right after 
school themselves. I knew the ocean there would be 
different from any I had seen in Jersey or the 
Caribbean, and I didn't know what Miranda wanted when 
she asked for the whole review and story to be New 
England flavored. But, I was pretty adaptable and, I 
had a secret weapon along with me, Bill Wilson. 
Looking back, I don't think I could have gotten 
serious in my creative writing without his push and 
ghosting. 

As soon as we got into Maine we got off the highways 
and took the by-ways and it became apparent that 
finding a different New England feel would be easy. 
The look, the mood of life, was altogether different 
from the pace Bill or I knew, and it was to our 
liking. Once we settled in our condo at Wells Beach 
our whole attitude changed, life was at a slower pace 
here and we relished it. We met with the owners, who 
had 3 properties on the Maine seacoast. They were a 
nice couple that thought they had a product that was 
untapped with the international, upscale traveler. The 
South Sea Isle crowd knew little of the existence of 
the quaint, relaxing attitude and subtle charm of 
areas like this. I knew what my job of conveying their 
product would entail.

When we walked the beach I think we fell in love all 
over again. There was a feeling of newness to our 
relationship as we took in the sea air and feel. 
Instead of long stretches of pure white powder sand, 
as I knew the Caribbean Beaches to be from my trip 
there, the beach here was a packed carpet of sand that 
lent itself to walking. It made us feel alone in our 
own spot in the universe, despite the hundreds of 
people, walking and taking in the same feel. Numerous 
times during our walk we stopped and looked out over 
the ocean landscape and then turned and kissed to make 
sure we sealed each moment. Our want for each other 
was something you could almost reach out and touch.

"How many of the couples walking on the beach right 
now are going to make love when they get back to their 
rooms?" Bill asked.

"Every one, it would seem." I said. "Just something 
about the air and the view and the eternity of it all, 
I guess. Don't feel bad because we won't be doing it, 
Billy, I have my period anyway." I added.

"Oh well, I guess we aren't missing anything at all 
then, but it sure seems like a nice thought though." 
Bill countered.

"I didn't say I wouldn't mind having you for a little 
love snack, lover. I might enjoy it as much as you." I 
said as I stopped and turned to him, giving his crotch 
a little squeeze.

"You are so bad, Carree, but I love you that way." 
Bill said laughing and kissing me.

"When I finish my period, do we think we want to try a 
safe sex session? I know all the things we have talked 
about, but once I've have stopped flowing, there 
really is no egg to fertilize for a few days. Plus if 
you wear a condom, and don't cum inside of me . . ." I 
said stopping and looking pleadingly into Bills eyes.

"But, what if . . . " Bill started.

"If I got pregnant from this once, we would be married 
by Christmas and I would have a baby next ummm . . . 
April. Yes, it would rush things, but I thought we 
were going to tell our parents that we were going to 
start having protected sex, once we began to live 
together. This is only a few weeks difference. Really 
Bill, the chance I would really get pregnant are so 
slim . . . ." I said before Bill interrupted.

"Whoa, you don't have to talk me into it. It's you 
that always puts the brakes on when we really start to 
think about this. You know how much I love to make 
love to you, . . . a . . . you know, in your bottom. 
But, you must know that I really want to just be 
inside of the real you, your womb, and your center. 
The other is nice and has a place in our life, but 
this is so special. 
Why don't you think about it up until you finish your 
period? If you haven't talked yourself out of it, I'm 
already talked into it. The consequence, if you want 
to call it that, would be a reason to be married 
sooner and to have a family. We've already talked 
about what great day-care Arens has for the women 
there. But, I think we are worrying about nothing. In 
your situation, and with a condom, and if I pull out 
before I cum, I think we are over 99 percent covered."

"As of right now, I agree." I said. "Maybe it's this 
ocean air mood we are in and once we get back to the 
room we will come to our senses. I won't finish my 
period until at least tomorrow, so I have time to 
think." I said.

"It sounds smart and fair to me baby doll. Whatever 
you decide makes me happy, you know that." He said 
whispering in my ear as he hugged me close to him, his 
erection ever so obvious.

"Thanks for respecting me and whatever my decision, 
Billy. Now, why don't we get back to the room so I can 
lower the tide on the little wave you have going down 
below." I said as sexy as I could.

We had already walked about 2 miles of Wells 3 mile 
beach, but suddenly we had an urgency to get back to 
our condo that overlooked all of this. I did want to 
feel that hard cock in my mouth and taste his cum. It 
made me happy, and him delirious. Although I came 
spontaneously from giving him oral sex, I knew he 
would really make it all up to me with his tongue, and 
soon. He always had. The closeness, the intimacy, the 
fact it was something only we had experienced with 
each other, still made oral love a hot turn-on for us. 

We reversed direction and began our arm and arm trek 
back to the privacy of our room.

"Did we really just talk ourselves into taking my real 
virginity back there, after all of this time and 
wait?" I asked Bill.

"Isn't it more that we have just reached the moment we 
always waited for? We always said that a slip up would 
ruin our future, number one, because of school. Well, 
school is over. Number two, because we would need to 
have our careers set, and they more or less are. These 
aren't our perfect jobs, but if forced to live with 
them, I think we would both be happy. Number three, 
financial stability so we could bring a child into the 
world and not have to make a train wreck of our 
dreams, and we have that. 
I, obviously, don't want us to be preggers now, but if 
the situation presented itself, we are beyond 
disaster. We just held this one thing, this ultimate 
sign of our love; in abeyance to be sure we couldn't 
hurt our future. I think that future is now. Look how 
we have analyzed it, and the chances of us making a 
baby are almost nil." Bill rationalized.

"You won't be disappointed, or hold it against me if I 
change my mind?" I asked, a little facetiously.

Bill stopped in his tracks.

"Carree, you are my life. How can you even ask me that 
question? Just asking it makes me feel I talked you 
into something, when it was you who brought it up." 
Bill said, doubting me.

"I guess I didn't mean it the way it came out, Billy." 
I said as I rubbed my fingers on his cheek and then 
cupping his chin to bring his lips to mine.

With our lips just a whisper apart and our eyes 
looking into our souls, I said, "This is the last 
thing I've held from you, and you from me; the final 
proof of our love, as if there is a doubt. I want it 
to be perfect, and well thought out. A hard penis and 
a wet vagina don't make wise decisions, as we have 
seen first hand through others. Whether we do it, or 
don't do it, I don't want you to love me one bit 
less." I said as I started the most passionate kiss we 
ever shared.

We held the kiss and pulled each other closer and left 
all caution to the wind about how or who might see our 
expression. Our teeth clicked together as our tongues 
sought to go inside each other's beings. Bills lips 
were suctioned over mine, our bodies pressed to each 
other, with our arms seeming to press every breath 
from each other's bodies.

He finally relented and we looked into each other's 
eyes.

"Wow, that was hot. Have we ever kissed that deeply?" 
I asked.

"I don't think so, but I never loved you more than I 
do now, or will, until the next tick of time goes by. 
I love you Carree, and you are me and I, you and both, 
we." Bill philosophized. 

I locked arms with Bill and tugged at him to start our 
walk again in earnest.

"Come on, I've got to have you right now. Let's get 
back to the room before I end up taking you in my 
mouth right here on the beach." I said impatiently.

If I didn't have my monthly flow we would be making 
love in just a few minutes. Admittedly, during that 
flow it may have even been safer for sex, but we had 
read that, even then, couples had gotten pregnant. 

But, the mess, the whole thing, was something I wanted 
no part in sharing, especially that way. Making love 
should be perfect, and somehow, rutting in my blood 
was not my idea of perfect. As much as we shared each 
other's lives and its personal details, the most 
chagrin I felt in the past was when I had burns on my 
hands and Bill had to change a tampon for me. Wiping 
my butt was personal enough, but it seemed minor 
compared to the tampon thing. I was mortified, but had 
no choice but to ask him at the time.

I quickly put all those thoughts away as we picked up 
our step to get back faster. I really wanted him 
between my lips, and over my tongue. I wanted to feel 
the heart of the man I loved. I wanted to feel it beat 
in my mouth as I brought him to his orgasm. I also 
knew that the mere act of taking him into my mouth 
would bring me to orgasm. Not as deep an orgasm as one 
he would assist me with, using a tongue or finger. But 
I know I need only to reach down and touch my bared 
clit to feel a wave hit me. I needed that release now.

We climbed the steps from the beach to our condo two 
at a time. We were both hot for each other. Once 
inside the door Bill turned to me to say something, 
but I just covered his lips with mine and grabbed at 
the band of his shorts. I pushed him backwards to the 
edge of a desk where he could rest his cute butt. I 
pulled up the desk chair and sat in front of him. 
Curling my fingers in his waistband at his hips I slid 
his shorts down. He was already pretty hard as his 
penis popped up, released from its entrapment. I took 
it in my hand and bent towards his belly to expose his 
balls that I quickly took into my mouth, one at a 
time, to loll over my tongue and tease him further. 
Once wet with my spittle I used my other hand to rub 
that cute sack and look into his face. 

"Oh Carree," he breathlessly whispered. "You're so 
good to me. How could I ever deserve your love or 
repay you for the pleasure you give me?"

"Don't you believe we were put here for each other, 
Bill? Pleasure needn't be repaid when it's mutual, 
lover. Making love to you has got me so turned on." I 
said as I stood and slipped off my walking short. 

My bare vagina needed my hand to pull at its lips and 
arrange them, as well as my tampon string. I closed my 
eyes to revel in the pleasure my hand brought to my 
now blood filled mound. I felt my clit pop its hood 
like a little hard on as it anticipated my touch. I 
realize that pulling at my lips made it pop up, but it 
still seemed to have a mind of its own.

I got my crotch to the edge of the chair where I could 
easily touch myself and looked up only to have Bills 
penis bump my nose.

"Somebody's impatient." I scolded as I kissed the tip 
and its little pee slit.

There would be no more words from my mouth as I filled 
it with his cock, over and over again, as I sucked it 
like a melting ice cream stick. The deep exhales, 
catches of breath and subtle moans told me that he was 
enjoying this little prelude.

Once I had sucked and licked every inch of him I took 
him from my mouth to admire him at full attention. I 
couldn't help but drop my mouth over him and begin to 
bob my head over plum of it. With one hand holding his 
balls while using that hands thumb to rotate over and 
over the base of his cock, my other hands fingers were 
pinched together behind my middle finger as it slid 
long strokes right over my clit. If I didn't push the 
hood over it on the down stroke to blunt the direct 
touch, I would be sore and cumming already.

Bill nudged involuntarily toward my mouth on each down 
stroke trying to get a little more into my mouth, but 
I was happy for just the head and another inch or so 
to piston in and out. The velvet smooth of the plum 
felt so erotic on my tongue as it passed over and over 
it. I was a razors edge from hitting a perfect orgasm 
from my clit. It was the little charge I was looking 
for. Almost electric, it was like a constant exposure 
to a low voltage charge. With just the right touch I 
could hold that bare wire to my sexual release for 
quite a time. It was time to get to the business at 
hand, or mouth, I guess you would say.

I rolled my eyes up to see Bill's pleasure and he was 
looking right into my eyes. He smiled, mouthed a kiss 
and rolled his eyes to the ceiling to show me his 
pleasure. I half smiled around the shaft in my mouth 
as our eyes met again. Without words we had decided 
that this was the way he would cum, with our eyes 
locked together to convey wordless affirmations of 
passion and pleasure.

It didn't take long for me to taste a little bleachy 
report from his pre-cum as his body ran through its 
final systems check for a good blast off. What strange 
creatures we were with perfect systems of checks and 
balances for its purposes.

I increased my suction just a little to help Bill get 
over the edge. I know I always compared the closeness 
of orgasm like climbing a ladder and balancing on the 
top step. Sooner or later you would lose your balance 
and have to jump off to safely. Bill was about ready 
to jump, he was losing his balance.

One watery blast hit my tongue and Bills right hand 
loosened its grip in the edge of the desk to wrap two 
if its fingers around the base of his penis to help 
pump out his orgasm. His fingers did not impede me at 
all as I sought to swallow on each up stroke to make 
sure I didn't gag or choke with a full mouth. He 
seemed to shoot and ooze for minutes, when I know it 
was not that long, but the seeming slow motion of the 
situation made the pleasure seem to last forever. My 
orgasm was steady and kind to my mood as I relished in 
the pulsing passion in my mouth and the moans of 
pleasure and adoring adulation his eyes conveyed to 
mine.
Finally he pushed his fingers up his shaft to force my 
mouth from it. He could take no more of the intense 
attention I was paying it. Both of his hands went to 
his crotch as he rolled back onto the desk, folding 
his knees up with a deep guttural moan. He was in a 
fetal ball on the desktop. I was just about to end my 
long orgasm as my strokes went to a loving pinch and 
massage of my clit.
I leaned forward and gave each of his cute butt cheeks 
an adoring kiss, and couldn't resist giving his little 
butt hole a snakey tongue kiss as well, making him 
spin and jump up.

"Oh stop, Carree, are you trying to kill me? I can 
only take so much." He shouted impatiently.

"I know," I replied, "I trying to find out just how 
much," I said with an evil look.

He smiled and came and knelt before me as I lay back 
in the desk chair a little. His hands pushed up my t-
shirt and he dropped his mouth to each of my nipples 
to sort of crown my tingle session. I could barely 
stand this for a half minute before I pulled down the 
shirt and pushed his mouth away. 

This wasn't intercourse, but it was certainly making 
love, and we were exhausted by it. After being shunned 
away from my breasts Bill fell back to the carpeted 
floor and stared at the ceiling. I fell forward to my 
knees and slumped over him, hugging my breasts to his. 
We lay like this on the floor to the sound of the 
waves crashing outside our room. A ringing phone would 
eventually interrupt our reverie.

"Oh crap, that's that Allan guy who was supposed to 
call. I better get it." I said as I climbed from the 
floor.

It was Gary Allan, a publicist friend of the resorts 
ownership group head, who wanted to meet with me. We 
spoke briefly about ideas he had for promotion of the 
Maine seacoast and his friends 3 resort properties. If 
he was any kind of publicist, why didn't he take the 
job himself? 
He kept babbling about getting money from the State 
tourist council for using their logo, and to tell you 
the truth, I was so burnt from my session with Bill 
that I didn't hear a word he said. I arranged to meet 
him the next morning. He was someone I really didn't 
need to meet, but Seaside Resorts Inc wanted me to 
meet with him, so I would. I really wasn't there to 
get marketing ideas. I was there to put the experience 
into words to spawn marketing ideas from the team at 
Arens and Ponds. They wanted my suggestions, but the 
translation of my experience was their real job.

While I was on the phone Bill got up and went to the 
shower to freshen up and hope for a second wind. I 
knew we were both hungry and a seafood dinner at an 
ocean restaurant would satisfy. However, four miles of 
walking and hot love making tended to wear a body down 
in this air.
I did a zombie walk into the bath area and as long as 
I was not dressed, I got into the generous sized 
shower with Bill. He turned and smiled me and we 
hugged, telling each other how tired we were. We each 
washed separately and while he rinsed I bent to pay 
special attention to my feet, getting the sand from 
between my toes. When I straightened up I turned to 
see Bill with a smirk and a hard on.
 
Although proud that my butt could generate life in a 
well-spent penis so easily, I shook my head at him.

"You are a horn toad." I said. "Does that thing ever 
rest? Ummm, not that I want it to, but you should give 
it time off occasionally."

"I'm sorry, Care, but you have the finest ass I have 
ever, or will ever, see. The sight of it makes me 
nuts, plus knowing that I have been in that little 
hiney hole that shows when you bend, makes me even 
harder. Don't blame me for getting horny over you, 
Care. You turn me on so, and I love you so."

"Well, relief is your problem. I'm hungry, but I want 
dinner. Right now any sex would wear me out." I said 
exasperated at his ever-erect penis.

We walked out of the shower area and started getting 
dressed, but Bill wanted to keep the subject alive.

"Geez Care, it's no big deal. It goes up and down a 
lot during the day with you around. You didn't think I 
had to wank it or stick it someplace every time it got 
hard, did you?" Bill said to me, a little annoyed. 
"Why do you think I always have so much to give each 
time I splash? I leave it alone and let it build for 
the best time for us."

"To quote you Billy, "Geez", did you think I was that 
big a dope?" I joked. "I just said that because you 
had that "look what I did" look on you face when I 
turned and saw it winking its one eye at me. I have a 
feeling that if you had to get off each time it got 
hard, you'd only weigh 40 pounds." I said as I pulled 
my shorts up over my panties while Bill was stuffing 
the monster into his jeans.

Bill chuckled and we hugged, and locked up the condo 
and headed out for dinner.

 "If you feel like it, we can take the Trolley to the 
Grey Gull Inn for dinner and walk back. The brochure 
says tonight low tide is about 8:30. They say you can 
walk all the way to Wells Beach from the Gull at low 
tide." I said as I perused the brochures I singled out 
on the way here.

"Sounds good to me, if you're up to it." Bill said.

I couldn't resist. I turned and patted him right on 
the penis. "I know you're always UP to it, huh, little 
Billy." I said as I turned and ran from him. He caught 
me at the door and pinched my ass. 

"Very funny." He said as we went arm and arm down to 
the trolley stop to go to dinner.

Dinner was as romantic as it gets. We watched the 
ocean go dark and the reflection of the moon on the 
cold black surface. Occasionally a boat would sail 
through the long lit reflection of the moons light. 
After dinner we asked the waiter the best place to get 
to the beach for the walk to Wells and he took us to 
the front porch and counted down houses and told us 
the path to follow. It was a beautiful long romantic 
walk. We stopped to kiss, hug and neck, over and over. 
If I had one more drink I would have loved to have sex 
on the beach right there. I still was flowing a bit 
from my period so it would have had to been me doing 
him, but it would have been incredibly sexy. But the 
wine would have had to make me brave enough. As much 
as I wanted to do it, and it was dark, it was still 
outside, in public. Our smooching, feeling, and 
hugging was sexy enough though. We came upon other 
couples doing the same thing. We walked close to the 
water, but wondered what was happening back up on the 
dunes. We thought we saw movement, but we let people 
have their privacy.

When we got back to our condo we climbed the steps and 
went inside, only to walk right out on the veranda to 
enjoy the ocean air and ink black view splashed with 
moonlight. We ended up on the chaise together and just 
watched the water crash and ebb. After a time I became 
aware of another sound and I motioned to Bill to be 
quiet and cupped my ear to signal him to listen. On 
the veranda beside us, separated by only 2 feet in 
between and a thatched web blind, we heard a couple 
making love. The squeaking chaise was unmistakable, as 
well as the moan of the woman. The man simply hummed a 
loudly as he struck bottom each time. She was 
obviously beginning to orgasm as she got a little 
louder in unison with the quickening squeak.

The more we listened the more aware I became of Bills 
hard cock under me. I slid over a bit and pulled down 
his zipper and reached inside to set him free. I 
kissed the tip and smiled at Bill as I began to stroke 
him. He stopped me and peeled my cropped sweater top 
off over my head. While I stroked his cock, he 
massaged my breasts and pinched at my nipples. His 
attention made my boobs ache and want to be sucked at. 
He was only glad to oblige me as I fed him my breasts. 
Once the tingle in my breasts subsided, I got beck to 
jerking him off. I was going in rhythm to the couple 
next door, but they got pretty fast paced. Finally she 
said something urgent to him and he got up. As we 
craned our necks as much as we could from the chaise, 
we figured he was jerking off over the balcony. We 
just couldn't figure what else he was doing in the low 
light we had. We kept perfectly still so as not to be 
discovered. A few seconds later we heard him grunt and 
groan, sounding like he was cumming. She giggled and 
said something like, "That was nice", and they got up 
and we heard their door slide shut.

What we heard was hot, but we were sure embarrassed to 
be caught out there. Actually, we discovered that the 
only people who could see you on your veranda or 
balcony were people on the beach. For you to see into 
anyone's balcony you really had to lean out over the 
rail and that would be just too gauche. We later 
realized that maybe they knew we were there and wanted 
to put on a show for us. The only thing we were 
jealous of was the fact they were having intercourse 
and we weren't. 

Between hearing them making love and Bills hand and 
tongue play with my breasts I was ready to get off. He 
didn't like to play with me during my period; we had 
one too many accidents when we were inexperienced with 
each other. I didn't blame him, the bloody mess 
freaked me out too, but I knew how to get off without 
making one. So, I got up from the chaise and spun 
around, sitting at the foot.

"Watch me, Bill. Watch me get my jollies while you 
stroke that beautiful cock for me." I said to his 
smiling approval.
 
We both began to masturbate in earnest. I should have 
told him to wait, and that I would finish him with my 
mouth, but I really needed to get off. The whole night 
of romance had me totally frustrated. If there was a 
night when I wanted to 69 and have a monster O, it was 
tonight, but with Bloody Mary at the bar, nothing was 
going to happen.

My orgasm was going to be fast and I wanted to lie 
back, but being on the end of the chaise it was 
impossible. Once I began the cumming stage of my clit 
play I brought up my knees and spun around again and 
laid back so I could really grind one out. This put my 
head right between his legs, and if I looked up I saw 
his hand going up and down.
 My O came with a big spasm and I did just what I 
turned and laid back for, to grind out a knee biting, 
toe curling spasm to soothe my pussy. I just got to 
where I could no longer stand my own touch when I felt 
a splat hit my boobs. Bill came.

"Oh, don't get it in my hair." I said trying to move 
away, but I felt a drop hit my forehead. I risked 
looking up and getting a shot in my eye, but I saw 
Bill put his hand over the tip so he couldn't spray 
me. He laughed and made a joke about the conditioner I 
might be using, but he really didn't hit my hair at 
all. We ended up laughing and cleaning each other up.

It had been a nice day for us. We hadn't just kissed 
and smooched and necked so much in a long time. Not 
really having any mutual sex available to us made 
those things even sexier. The oral sex I had done on 
him earlier was so nice. It was my idea and my 
aggression that made it happen, I liked that. Any 
woman who doesn't feel the power she has and the 
absolute sexiness of doing her man, without any 
expectations, has really missed something.


We fell asleep in each other's arms to sounds of the 
crashing ocean. What a peaceful and sexy way to end 
the day.

About 3:30 in the morning I heard Bill get up and go 
to the bathroom. He saw I was awake and apologized for 
waking me.

"You didn't wake me. I was awake already, lying here 
thinking." I said.

"About what, the review and things you have to get 
done?" Bill asked.

"No. About us, about us making love like real couples 
do. I think I want it Bill. You know, on my safe days. 
They say 72 hours after you stop flowing is safe, but 
if we keep to 48 hours and use a condom and you pull 
out. . . . I know it sounds like jumping through 
hoops, but I want to have you in me, in my vagina, 
where you should be, reaching the depths of me. With 
our lips locked together with our eyes open to see the 
pleasure we give each other. I want it to happen Bill. 
I want it to happen now, as soon as I stop, OK?" I 
said looking at him in the dark with just the ambient 
light from the outside reflecting in his eyes.

"Oh Goddddd, Carree," Bill said, his voice quivering. 
"For the first time in our life together you are 
saying this where I can really agree with you. It's 
time. We need to cross this bridge. God, I'm 
trembling, Carree. You must think I'm a big wuss or 
something, but this means so much to me, to us. Yes, I 
think we are ready. Let's make it happen here, with 
the ocean crashing." He said sliding over and holding 
me tighter than he ever did. 

We held each other and cried each other to sleep. No 
tears of sadness were shed, just sheer and utter joy. 
All of our careful waiting was going to have its first 
finale.

We woke in the morning still in each other's arms and 
the sun peaking into our room. It was very early and 
we watched the sun come up. The tide was pretty high 
and there were not too many walkers on the beach. Once 
the sun got above our window we lie back and just 
looked at each other and smiled. We fell asleep for 
another couple hours, waking to the ring of the phone.

After a groggy "hello" I realized it was Garry Allan 
the fellow I was supposed to meet on behalf of Seaside 
Resorts.

"We have an 11 o'clock appointment and I know how easy 
it is to let time slip by up here. The sound of the 
ocean can make you sleep for hours." He said.

"Oh my God, Garry, I'm not late, am I?" I asked 
incredulously.

"No, but it's 10 o'clock and you wouldn't be my first 
morning appointment who slept through it." He said.

"Well, I'm a little surprised we aren't up yet, so 
thanks for calling. I'll see you in the office in an 
hour." I said as I hung up.

Holy crap, I really may have slept through if he 
hadn't called. I shook Bill and told him we were late 
and I was getting in the shower. He acted like he had 
a hangover.

Before I got in the shower I checked my tampon and 
knew I was at the end of my flow, or near the end. I 
was excited that tonight might be the night.

I was just rinsing my hair when Bill came into the 
shower. We kissed and I got out to dry and do my hair.

"Are you expecting me to go with you this morning?" he 
shouted over the shower.

"Of course. I'm meeting a man I don't even know who 
wants to ride me along the coast to show me romantic 
reasons why couples might come here instead of the 
Caribbean. I can handle myself, but I would like you 
to be there." I said.

"I know I would feel better." Bill said as he finished 
up his shower.

Garry Allan was a guy very full of himself and a local 
know-it-all, it turned out. He thought he was big city 
slick but his naeveties really showed through. His 
homespun attitude may have worked with the locals, but 
we were trying to sell this to a client totally the 
opposite of the Down East Mainers. The Seaside Resorts 
owners were just making sure that the city slickers 
knew what they were selling. I am sure they had never 
spent this kind of money before on promotion and 
advertising, but were ready to graduate to the big 
time and maybe get some international business to get 
their feet wet and expand beyond Maine. Bill summed it 
all up. Garry was a protection for the nervous local 
stockholders, and he was probably right. I thanked 
Garry for "all his help"; made evident by the hundreds 
of faux notes I took. I had done a service for the 
client by seeing this fellow, and maybe even made some 
points with them.

After just 24 hours I could have written enough to 
fill a brochure. The thick New England feel of the 
area was quite pleasing and made me feel like I had 
been here forever. We still had a lot of food to try 
and local entertainment and sights to see. We still 
had 6 more nights here, and we knew at least one of 
them was going to be very eventful.

We spent the rest of the day, after Garry Allan's 
meeting, visiting local antique dealers of which there 
were many. Bill was surprised his parents had never 
been here with their obsession with old stuff. Bills 
knowledge of antiques helped me tremendously in my 
note taking and descriptions. We got permission for 
some photos of a few places more quaint. This 
assignment was given to me because it was fluff, 
compared to the high roller accounts Arens and Ponds 
normally handled. I was going to make an impression 
with my report and input.

We got back to our room about 7 o'clock and we were 
famished. We should have stayed out to eat, but I got 
caught without a bathroom when I needed it. Rather 
than stop at the grocery store or a gas station, we 
were close enough to get back to the room. I knew I 
could check my progress with my period too. I was 
excited for both of us that a new door was going to 
open for us, sexually.

I came out of the bathroom and saw Bill sitting in the 
easy chair beside the bed where he was, of course, 
reading a newspaper. (He was in his glory here, they 
had both Boston papers, both New York tabs, a New 
Hampshire and the Portland paper, plus the WSJ)
I went to the back of the chair and bent to whisper in 
his ear.

"Guess whose gonna fuck my pussy tonight?" I whispered 
in his ear.

The paper went down.

"Are you sure? You think you're all done? Even now in 
the light of day and everything, you haven't changed 
your mind?" Bill asked.

I massaged both of his shoulders with my willowy 
fingers.

"Unt - Uh. No change of mind, no change of heart. I 
want you to make love to me tonight. I would do it 
right now, except in my fantasy it's in a dark room 
with candles lit. We have to go get dinner, and buy 
candles. This is going to be the night we have waited 
all of our life's love for Billy Wilson. I may not be 
a real virgin, but you know I've always wanted you, 
and only you Bill."

"God Carree, lets get out and do something before I 
burst out of my pants." Bill said getting up grabbing 
his crotch. 
He grabbed my arm and we left. He was so cute.

We hopped into the car and went to Oqunquit and 
Perkins Cove. These were two real touristy spots that 
screamed big bucks for those who wanted to shop. The 
women's clothing stores and the gift shops were very 
pricey, if not exclusive. We found a little spot 
called the Lobster Shack and had a quiet dinner even 
though the place was packed. Afterward we got an ice 
cream and took a nature walk on a path called the 
Marginal Way. It was as romantic as anything else we 
had done. What great sights from the walkway!!
The walk ended in the middle of town and we walked 
back to where we had parked. It was close to dark and 
we passed a candle shop and went in and bought at 
least 10 candles with bases, floating candles and 
votives. We were ready for the drive back for our 
night of love.

The drive back was very quiet as we sat and thought, 
looking to read each other's eyes from time to time. 
Each time our eyes met it elicited a big smile from 
either of us. We were ready, we were thought out, it 
was time. The rest of the ride back was eerily silent 
and we contemplated what we were going to do.  No 
change of mind, no change of heart. It was going to 
happen.
 
There was a tension that was thick between us when we 
pulled into the parking garage and gathered our things 
and went upstairs to our room. The only way to 
describe it was that the world was buzzing by at 100 
MPH, while we stood frozen and watched. It reached a 
fever pitch until the walked in to the room. The latch 
clicked to signal the door closed and locked and our 
eyes met and we leapt into each other's arms.

"Oh my God, Carree, I never realized how much I love 
you, how much I want to possess you and be yours until 
this moment." Bill whispered into my ear. "We've spent 
years and years saying I LOVE YOU and making each 
other happy with physical gratification and enjoying 
each other as if there were no one else in the world. 
But, now it really is true. There is no one else in 
the world and our union really could bring another 
life into our world, a direct result of our love. What 
an incredible miracle. I know we are taking every 
precaution to make sure that doesn't happen, but I 
just realized that if it did, what an absolute joy and 
gift it would be, because I love you and you love me 
and together it's a love so strong we can make another 
life to share that love with."

I went to answer Bills realization but the 
overwhelming desire to put my mouth on his and kiss 
him won over. I sucked his tongue deep into my mouth 
and then rolled mine with his together in each other's 
mouths. My arms were glued to his back and I could 
feel each of my fingers between ribs, as I held him 
tightly to me as if some force might want to take him 
from me. His hands held my lower back and my ass to 
him, as we stood for minutes in this passionate 
embrace. It was the kiss of the ages and it 
transmitted volumes of feelings to each of us.

Finally our lips parted and I was able to form sounds 
to whisper in his ear.

"Your words, Bill. Your read your words right off my 
heart, I swear. So beautiful, Oh my God Bill, so 
beautiful, we are one. There will be no time in our 
lives so right for what will happen tonight between 
us. Fate planned this all for us. How perfect." I 
breathlessly worded into his ear.

Finally our embrace and kiss broke and we eased our 
grips on each other to stand back and look at each 
other. After what seemed a long moment, I spoke.

"Part of me wants to throw you to the floor and push 
you inside of me to love and possess me and prove our 
oneness and relieve the excitement and joy that is 
building within me. Another voice is telling me to let 
you gently take me, and me take you, both under the 
shower to wash everything else away and leave nothing 
but our flesh for each other to consume. Consume we 
must with our tongues at every tender part of our 
bodies to excite and anticipate the great union we 
will share tonight. As much as I cannot wait to have 
you within what makes me a woman, I do want to wash 
and make perfect your body for me to consume and 
excite." I said philosophically to be sure Bill knew 
how I loved him so, but I really had no doubts. He 
knew, I knew.

"Let's get everything in the room ready the way we 
want it so when we come out of the shower we have no 
interruptions." Bill said as he retrieved the bag from 
the candle store.

We each took candles and put them around the room. The 
owners of the condo must have made this their love 
nest often enough as well. There we candle dishes, 
floating candle pads, and other holders placed around 
the room. Each were in a safe spot to be left to burn 
for hours, and once we had ours lit it was obvious 
that they formed a circle around the bed, each 
strategically placed to contain light and aim it to 
the bed. As we lit the last candles and looked at the 
scene, our eyes met and we smiled. It WAS a place for 
love, to be sure.

Bill drew open the curtains and opened the French 
doors wide, while locking the screens. The burst of 
cool sea air filled the room and made perfect the 
ambiance. The moon would hang center in our picture as 
we lay in bed that night, if we had time to look at 
it.

The bath in our condo was large and had a tub with 
shower and a large shower, clearly meant for two, 
although with its seat in one corner and the safety 
bars, its intention was probably for handicapped. The 
placement of the candles, the dEcor of the room, the 
large added shower told me this room was a love nest 
for its owners. We would try to hold tradition for 
them.
While the room was spacious for a bath in a unit 
condo, the addition of the extra shower made it a 
little cramped. Still though, we waited to get inside 
the room to begin removing our clothes. We undressed 
ourselves until we got to our underwear. There and 
then we embraced again and I heard Bill draw deeply 
into his lungs as he ran his hands over the near naked 
skin of my body.

"You are beautiful, so perfect, both inside and out. I 
have done nothing in life to deserve such perfection. 
I will be sure to always treasure you Carree, and 
never ever hurt you." He said as if he were proposing 
again.

I blushed and relished in his strong hands running 
over my body. I was doing the same for him.

"I don't know what I have ever done to deserve you 
either Bill. You are so perfect for me and we know 
each other, in and out, so perfectly, so intimately. 
Last night while I lay awake thinking about us I 
thought of something silly. We have been part of each 
others life for 4000 days, with few of those ever 
spent without seeing or talking to each other. For the 
lion's share of those 4000, any time I spent away from 
you, I spent wishing I was near you, or could hear 
your voice. Something tells me that we won't be 
growing tired of each other soon." I said.

"Not with so many things of love and life to share, if 
we ever do grow tired of each other, the memories will 
buoy our love until our last days." Bill said as he 
unsnapped my bra.
I stepped away from him to let my breasts go free and 
the garment drop. I reached out and slid my fingers 
over his back and down under the band of his under 
shorts over his buttocks until they fell to the floor. 
The only snag I hit was the fact that, surprise, his 
penis was erect. I reached and took his penis in one 
hand and his ball sack in my other. They were both 
warm and damp from their hiding place. My hands and 
fingers massaged and stretched their prizes to get 
them accustomed to the free air again. The second I 
let go, Bill reached out and took the hip ties to my 
panties and pulled them to let the front and back 
panels drop. I bought these just yesterday while 
shopping with Bill. The panties were cut, and tied, 
like a bikini bathing bottom. However, they were so 
sheer you could roll them into a small ball. He ran 
his hand down my belly over my bare mound and through 
the furrow of my vagina to arrange and pull my lips, 
teasing me, as I did him. 
He smiled and looked me in the eye, winking.

"Hmmt, no string," he chuckled.

We now stood naked before each other and embraced, 
once again running our hands over each others naked 
backs as if to feel and verify each others body while 
our sexuality intermingled. It was as if we were 
seeing and touching each other for the first time.

Bill stepped back and turned on the shower, adjusting 
the water to our liking and he took my hand to escort 
me in. Now, we had showered and washed each other 
many, many times before, as well as having both oral 
and anal sex under the steams of a showers water. But, 
tonight was totally different. We each gingerly washed 
each other as if we were porcelain dolls, gently 
cleansing and scrubbing each other from between our 
toes to behind each others ears amid giggles and 
sighs.

Upon finishing we gently dried each other and went arm 
and arm to the dressing table where Bill helped me dry 
my hair, and I combed his. When we turned off the rest 
of the lights, only the candles glow from the bedroom 
remained. We turned down the sheets and bedspread 
beforehand, so the bed was set. We stood back and 
looked outside to the sound of the waves crashing in 
the distant low tide, and then Bill put his arm around 
my shoulder and scooped me up into his arms. He 
carried to the bed and set me down on the cool sheets. 

"You are my virgin bride tonight, Carree. This is the 
night we have waited for, it seems forever. I cannot 
put into words how much I love you, especially right 
now." Bill said sweetly.

He treated me so kind and gentle when he needed to, 
like now; yet at times, so firm and convincing when I 
was more prone to tantrums, or when our sex got 
mutually rough (to a point). Tonight he was the 
perfect husband to me, treating me like a fragile 
doll, so far.

"When was the first time you really wanted to make 
love to me, Billy. I don't mean the first time you 
looked at me physically and had naughty ideas, but the 
first time you really thought we should go all the 
way?" I asked him.

"The first time? I remember it distinctly. We had been 
necking and humping like crazy for a couple nights in 
a row. You attacked me each time, and on the third 
night you said you had a leg cramp and changed 
positions. You lay right on my cock and we humped. I 
used to carry a condom in the glove box and I wanted 
to show it to you that night, but I chickened out. 
But, for a minute I really thought we were going to DO 
it. Man, was I na‹ve." Bill explained.

"I remember that night. It was the third time in a row 
I had to take care of business when I got home. I was 
so exasperated with you." I admitted.

Bill knelt beside me and said, "Enough of past 
history, we have some new heights to reach."

He laid his lips to mine and we soft kissed for a 
moment or two, and then he tried to devour me, nipping 
at my lips, then my ears. He quickly moved to my 
breasts and my nipples, but it was clear where his 
target was. He soon passed my navel and was head first 
at my pussy. His licking, nipping, and fondling were 
all meant to excite me and get me wet for his cock.
But, that cock was in my reach now. I wanted to love 
it tender before he pushed it into me for the first 
time.
I was in a place I had not been before. It was like 
being love drunk, or sex drunk. I was light headed 
from the anticipation and also from the erotic mood of 
the room. I suppose Bill's tongue on my clit might 
have had a little to do with it too. My eyes had been 
closed for a few minutes as I began to float away on 
an orgasmic trip and when I opened them as I began to 
flounder around a bit, I saw Bills cute penis just 
with in the reach of my mouth. I reached out my hand 
and pulled it to me and enveloped the perfect plum in 
my mouth. Never had it felt so good, tasted so good, 
or felt so natural as it had now. If I were to have 
cataloged the hundreds, maybe thousands, of times we 
had each other genitals in our mouths, tonight would 
stand out. It was truly special.
After lolling his dick in my mouth a bit I really 
wanted to get into it and turned a bit to get at it 
more. Feeling this, Bill began to turn a bit to me and 
soon we were on our sides, our heads deep between each 
other's legs. As we bent and hunched over the next few 
minutes we were able to kiss, lick, and suck each 
other's sex right down to our butt holes. 
On a normal night of sex like this I would have been 
over the top with a screaming, mind blowing orgasm, 
but tonight I seemed to have a control over myself, 
knowing this really was foreplay.

However, a person can take just so much and I was 
reaching that point with Bills tongue driving me 
crazy. I wiggled and squirmed away from his tender 
kisses and licks, letting him know that I had reached 
a pinnacle. He could barely argue because it meant 
that I could pay a lot more attention to him. I gave 
him a heavy tongue and spittle bath from the top of 
his cock, the creases of his balls, and the split of 
his cute butt and asshole. I wanted to taste and feel 
every part of him, as he had me tonight.

At one point I sought out his mouth to kiss and our 
turning and wrangling left him with him kneeling in 
front of me, my legs spread and his cock pointing 
towards the ceiling, engorged, shiny and curled hard.
He smiled at me and asked if I was truly ready. I just 
nodded my head. 

"Slip your hand under that pillow and get the condom." 
Bill said pointing beside my head. "You can help me 
put it on."

I slid my hand under the pillow and sure enough, there 
it was. It was the one thing in tonight's love making 
that wasn't really a part of either of us. I found the 
little place where you could tear open the package and 
I had the blue colored ring in my hands. 
I crooked a finger to get him closer to me, and he 
quickly straddled me sitting just below my breasts, 
presenting his cock to me so I could roll it on.
Everything tonight had been so perfect, so beautiful; 
we traded smiles as I began to fumble with the 
slippery disc.

"Remember before when we were talking and you said 
something like umm . .There really is no one else in 
the world, besides us, and our union really could 
bring another life into our world, a direct result of 
our love, for us to love, and what an incredible 
miracle it would be?" I asked Bill.

"Yeah, I remember, and I assumed you feel the same 
way, right?" Bill asked.

"You know I do, and for that reason, I don't want to 
put this on you. I want to feel you, and only you 
inside of me. I want to feel your cum splashing inside 
of me. Our chances of getting pregnant are almost nil, 
and if that small chance happens, we will have the 
most beautiful and most loved baby ever. It would be a 
direct result of this night. How could that be bad?" I 
asked a shocked Bill Wilson.

"Oh Carree, if that's what you want, I am with you. I 
couldn't agree more with you, my virgin bride." He 
said touching my cheek so affectionately.

"Bill, I don't want to talk you into this, I want you 
to go along if you really feel that way in your heart 
of hearts." I cautioned him.

"No Carree, I've felt this way from the start of the 
night, that the end would be, somehow like a cheat to 
you and me and us. I truly would feel blessed if we 
got pregnant from tonight. Since I'm not the one who 
would have to bear it, I really didn't want to say 
anything. I hope you understand what I mean." Bill 
said, a tear coming to his eye.

"I understand," I said, now stroking his beautiful 
cock as it rested between my breasts. "I want this 
inside of me so I can only feel you tonight. There may 
be other times when we have to settle for the 
protection, but tonight . . " I said craning up to 
plant a kiss on the head of his penis, "I just want 
this." I said as I flipped the condom ring aside.

I really hadn't thought that I could get Bill to go 
along with my idea, but he later explained that he 
felt cheated at times before when he wanted to make 
love to me and we used alternative methods, and then 
was his chance to really be in me and make love to me, 
but he had to "wear a raincoat".

Bill braced himself up on his hands and kissed me, 
then settled on his knees between my legs.
I smiled at him and wanted to just get up and hug him 
again. His adoring smile back at me was accompanied by 
tears, which began to roll down his face.

"I'm sorry, Care. You probably think I'm some sort of 
wuss or wimp. This moment is so emotional to me. This 
is almost 10 years of dreaming and imagining if this 
would ever happen. I was always so afraid I would lose 
you and I would never have made proper love to you." 
Bill said through his tears.

"Bill, Oh Billy baby, you could never lose me, and you 
never could have. It was always you and I never wanted 
to even think about anyone else. Show me how much you 
love me." I said coaxing him on.

My legs were still spread as Bill knelt up between 
them. Holding himself up with one arm he used his 
other hand to place his penis between the splayed lips 
of my pussy. He was going to come into me. Once I knew 
I wasn't a phyical virgin, I had used the Great White 
Wonder dildo on myself, or with Bill doing me with it. 
In itself it was 7 or 8 inches long, but I don't think 
I ever had more that 3 or 4 inches in me. When I 
looked down at Bills seeming huge penis before he put 
it into me, it suddenly occurred to me how big he was.

"Be gentle, you look awfully big." I cautioned Bill.

In reality, he was probably 8 or 9 inches erect, or so 
it seemed. When I first bought the toys, as an 
experiment to bring into our lovemaking, I did measure 
them, and the White Wonder was over 7 and less than 
eight. I always thought Bill was bigger.

I felt Bill slide down over my clit and he nudged 
forward a bit into the opening of my vagina. I drew a 
deep breath as he began to stretch me open. Emotion 
tears formed at the corners of my eyes to match Bills, 
as we silently read each other's excitement. Slowly he 
pushed into me. He was definitely bigger than anything 
I ever had in there, and the sensation that it and he 
created was much heavier than anything going in there.
He had pushed into my anal canal from this same 
position, but this felt altogether different.
I raised my hand to his hip to prevent him from going 
too deep, and as soon as I did that he pulled from me 
a bit and then rocked to re-insert to at least as deep 
as he had been. He did this over and again a few more 
times and I realized: HE WAS FUCKING ME!!

I looked up from where we were joined to look at my 
Bills face. He was smiling and crying at the same 
time.

"I'm really inside you and it's wonderful. I really am 
part of you. God, I love you." He exclaimed.

I was especially shocked that I didn't hurt or feel 
stretched out. I really expected to be in some pain, 
but he was right, it was wonderful!!

The realization he was making love to me was shadowed 
by the beginnings of my first orgasm. The feeling was 
familiar, but it was beginning in a new place.

"Oh, fuck me, baby, fuck me!" I surprised myself by 
saying, but it felt so good. I began to pop off little 
orgasms with his rhythmic pumping at me. My breath 
would catch with each one and I was smiling at Bill as 
he gave me adoring looks back. 

Suddenly he stopped and gathered my legs up and hung 
my knees over his shoulder. He had almost done this 
once or twice when he was doing me anally before, but 
never really accomplished it. This time he was. I was 
bent up with my legs over his shoulders and I felt him 
rise up. He pressed his penis as far and as deep as I 
could take it.

"Whoaaaaaah", I expelled as I felt him deeper and in a 
place nothing had ever been. Without a chance to 
protest or get used to him so far into me, he began to 
piston in and out.

I was without breath as I felt him all the way into me 
and the shaft of his penis was right on my g-spot in a 
way I had never felt it before.

"Gnnnnt, gnnnnnt, gnnnnnt", I moaned as my orgasms 
doubled and tripled as they popped up on me. Then just 
one big grinder took over and I looked at Bill in a 
panic trying to get my breath and push the orgasm down 
the chute.

"Cum baby, cum." He said breathlessly. "Catch your 
breath and cum for me." He said as he pounded me.

I told myself I wouldn't pass out and I forced a big 
lungful of air into me, catching my breath. I got into 
a cadence and drawing two hard breaths and then 
grinding an orgasm down the chute. Somewhere along the 
line here I realized I was squirting and we were both 
pretty wet down there. But, I was finally in control 
with my cumming and keeping from passing out, forcing 
air into my lungs.

"All the while I was loving being screwed hard and 
having multiple orgasms, Bill was crying out, cheering 
me on.

"Squeeze me, cum on that cock, cum for me baby! I love 
you!" He carried on and on.

I was in a delirium as he pounded me hard and deep in 
this position. He was right on my g-spot and the 
position was squeezing him hard and making me feel 
every pulsing inch. I finally could take no more 
without a respite and I pushed down hard with my knees 
to break his stride.

He stopped his assault on my pussy and sat back on his 
haunches and let my, near paralyzed legs fall from his 
shoulders. He grinned as our eyes locked on each 
other.

"Oooooooooo, Ooooooooooo, Arghhhhhhh," I emoted as I 
felt my eyes roll back into my head.

Everything on my body felt so good as the aftershock 
of my orgasms rippled through my body. But, Oh how my 
legs ached.

"My legs, my legs Bill. Let me move them." I said as I 
tried to push him from me.

His cock popped from me leaving a huge void as I 
turned on my side and stretched out my aching legs. I 
felt blood rushing to them, soothing the ache. But, 
Bill had an ache to relieve himself. While on my side 
I must have provided him an open view of my pussy 
because he crawled right up and snaked his cock back 
into me. My void was full again and I was full of 
cock. Bill wrapped his arms around my prone body and 
whispered in my ear.

"I never want to be away from you, I want to be inside 
of you forever. God, I love you. Are you OK, baby?" he 
asked.

"Gnnnnnnt! I answered to his thrust into me. "Fuck me 
more and more Billy. Make that cock cum in me. Fuck me 
till I can't walk." I said pushing my ass in the air 
so he could get at me easier.

He pushed at me a few more times and then I felt him 
shove all the way into me and he sort of crab-walked 
his one leg over me as he pulled me up into a kneeling 
position. I realized he was near standing behind me 
while I was in a doggie position as he hovered over 
me. He settled his knees on either side of mine and 
picked up a rhythm of plowing me as I vocalized my 
delight.

"Eeee, Ooooo, fuck-fuck-fuck," I squealed feeling his 
cock hit new spots within me, but I couldn't hold 
myself up any longer. I dropped my arms in front of me 
and arched my back so I could rest my face on the bed.

He stopped his fucking for a second and drew up his 
knee from beside me and I felt him try to settle it 
between my legs. I took the hint and opened my knees 
on the bed as he knelt between them with his cock 
stuffed in me.
Bill began to fuck me slow while running his hands 
over my back, occasionally leaning up to cup and 
squeeze my breasts.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm you feel so nice baby, but I've got to 
cum. Can I fuck you till I cum in you Carree? Do you 
want my cum?" he asked.

"Cum baby, cum. Fill me up with it." I answered as I 
pushed back at him.

He needed no more prodding. I hadn't realized how much 
deeper he could get into me from this position until 
he near pushed the breath from me.

"Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh," I chanted as he hit bottom over 
and over again as he began to screw the daylights out 
of me again.

I heard the slap of his groin against my ass as I 
pushed back to meet his thrusts. It felt so good to 
have his cock head kissing the very bottom of 
womanhood. One of his hands that were gripping my ass 
slid over and I felt a thumb snake up my butt-hole and 
I went over the top.

"Nnnn, Nnnn, Arghh," I grunted as I felt full from 
both ends and orgasm sweep over me simultaneously.
He kept the double stroking for a moment or two and 
then the thumb left me.

"Oh baby! I gonna cum, gonna cum. Here it comes 
Carree!! Gonna cum!!" Bill suddenly shouted.

I felt the plum of his penis within me swell like a 
fist opening to a hand inside of me. I was cumming at 
the same time.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Arghhhh, Ohhhhhhhhhh, Hnt, Hnt, Hnt." 
He grunted as he pounded me ever harder pushing his 
cum into me. 

I felt the whole situation get real squishy as I 
became super lubed by his load as he double speed 
fucked me. Finally he could take no more as I began to 
squeeze back with my muscles. He fell back onto his 
knees and crashed on his side on the bed behind me. I 
fell exhausted forward and to my left side. I felt his 
cum running from me as I drifted away.

I became aware of a terrible urge to pee and heard the 
sea crashing much closer than it had before. I was 
sore and could barely move, but I really had to go. I 
opened my eyes and scanned the room for the clock. 
3:35, the red numerals lit.  It was after 10:30 when 
our fuck session began, I remember seeing the bathroom 
clock as we got out of the shower.

I pulled myself to the edge of the bed and got to my 
feet. Lord, my legs were sore, and as I began to 
stride and pad towards the john something else was 
sore, my little pussy! But it felt good too.

I parked my nude little butt on the toilet and let my 
stream loose. All the while I was peeing I felt more 
cum running out of me. Bill must have cum a gallon. If 
I had a fertile egg within me, there was no doubt that 
Bill creamed it. If that were the case I would love 
that baby, created by the love we shared tonight, with 
every molecule of my body and soul. The fact that this 
maternal feeling swept over me had me convinced I was 
pregnant.

My vagina was finally drained of Bills cum, it seemed, 
and relieved of the pressure from my bladder. My 
thighs ached as I got to my feet and returned to the 
bed. Bill was breathing heavy and almost snoring in a 
fetal position. If I could have gotten to it without 
moving him, I wanted to kiss his penis, but he was 
almost on his stomach. It would have to wait. The room 
had gotten cool and I found the spread and pulled it 
over Bill to keep him warm. I curled beside him and 
fell asleep almost immediately. Just as I drifted off, 
I felt Bills arm drape over me, and then another 
stream of cum escaped my pussy and ran over my thigh. 
I snuggled back to him and we fell asleep together in 
each other's arms. I was glad that he was aware that I 
had tended to him. I wanted to do so forever.

I was dreaming of Bill and I together with a car full 
of kids trying to beat the school bell when I shook 
awake and realized it was the telephone ringing and 
ringing. I looked up and saw the phone and kicked it 
with my foot.

"BE RIGHT THERE," I shouted, hoping the caller could 
hear me as I got my bearings.
I sat up and rolled to my side and reached to the 
floor for the receiver.

"I'm sorry - Hello?" I squeaked into the phone.

"Wow, still in bed? You're taking the expression 
"working vacation" too seriously." The voice of 
Miranda Ponds exclaimed.

"Oh, Miranda, it's you. Sorry, I couldn't get to the 
phone. I was just getting my messages at the same time 
and . . ." I began.

"Carree, It's OK if you were still in bed, I'm not 
keeping tabs on you. I don't care what you do as long 
as the client is happy in the end and I'm sure you 
will do a great job. I just wanted to touch base on a 
few things. Did you get with that Garry Allan fellow? 
I spoke with one of the principles of Seaside last 
night and he wanted to make sure you got with him. He 
said he was full of great Maine ideas and could be 
invaluable to us. But, I have to warn you; I think 
this guy is just a local who thinks of us all as 
"flatlanders". Miranda explained.

"You have it right on the bean, Miranda. I met with 
him yesterday and he made sure that we saw the 
homespun nature of people here. Told us what they like 
and don't like and how he would have taken the job 
himself if he weren't so busy. Never mind that they 
don't need to sell this to the locals. He was just a 
blowhard, but I was real congenial and thankful to 
him. I sensed what you wanted there, and everyone will 
be happy." I said.

"I thought you would see through him. These people are 
just paranoid about the money they're spending, and 
believe me we gave than a great price. It's 
experimental for us too. Glad that's going OK. Listen 
I have 2 seats reserved for you guys on the junket to 
St Thomas. Is Bill going to be able to go? You can 
tell him that it's only about 50 percent business and 
he can have a great time. I would love him to feel 
like part of our family here. I can't tell how excited 
we are to have you starting here next month. Plus I 
can tell you that the Arens family feels like you have 
made a big commitment to us by taking the house." 
Miranda went on.

"Well, wait." I said, "We haven't said we would buy 
the house yet, only live there for a year or two."

"Oh, I know," Miranda said, "But I can just about 
guarantee that you'll buy it after you live in that 
neighborhood. I think if you don't decide to buy it, I 
might, just as speculation. You'll see what a value 
they are offering you and what a great place and 
neighborhood it is. But this is all stuff we can talk 
about later; I'm way ahead of myself. I'm so happy to 
have an executive assistant, and I'm overjoyed it's 
you. I'll let you go and get back to me on the junket 
seats. If Bill isn't going I can maybe fill that seat. 
Have fun and stay out of trouble up there. Ok? Bye- 
Bye." She said as she hung up.

Whoa! I had to filter out everything that happened in 
the last 12 hours and make decisions about the trip to 
St Thomas and the house, when all I wanted to do was 
cuddle up to my man, and that's what I did.

He was just stirring barely aware of the phone ringing 
and my conversation with Miranda.

He pulled me close to him, where we were face to face.

"Hello, I have to warn you that I love you so much 
more this morning than last night it's almost scary." 
He chuckled. "That was the most incredible single 
event of my life Carree. Will you marry me right now? 
I want to make love to you forever, everyday, starting 
now."

The smile on my face was so big that it almost hurt.

"Hee Hee," I giggled. "Me too!! I was just on the 
phone with Miranda and all the time all I could think 
about was holding you. I almost hung up on her."

"Wow, we are some kind of lovers, aren't we? Knowing 
each other so well made last night just the ultimate." 
Bill said hugging me even closer as I began to giggle 
and laugh like a schoolgirl.

Bill joined in the laughing and he hugged and rolled 
over to me hugging, giggling and laughing. At one 
point He ended up on top of me, his hard cock was 
right at the entrance of my vagina. We used to pull 
away from each other at times like this, but he pushed 
right into me.

"Ooofff, you slid in, lover. You feel so good in me." 
I squeaked into his ear.

We just lay there enjoined, kissing and rolling around 
a bit. I wanted him again, right now.

"Fuck me lover. Hold me like this and fuck me while I 
look in your eyes." I said.

We were wrapped into each other as he began to hump 
into me. He felt so good just sliding, humping into 
me. It wasn't a long stroked rousing screw like last 
night, it was making love face to face. I felt myself 
beginning to cum as I gripped Bill even tighter. I 
caught my breath and felt the next orgasm coming onto 
me when Bill hastened his push at me.

"I'm gonna cum again baby, I'm ready, almost." Bill 
puffed in hard breaths.

"Give it to me again Billy, Cum in me." I whispered as 
I came again.
The words no sooner left my lips when I felt him shoot 
into me again. We were lovers of the highest degree, 
for sure.

Bill collapsed on me and hugged his face to my neck. 
He nibbled at my ear as I felt him shrinking within 
me.

"Oh, baby. You are so awesome. I know we can't do this 
all the time, but feeling you cum in me is just beyond 
words." I said.
He popped out of me and I let him go and he rolled 
off.
 I looked over at Bill and knew that I never adored 
him more than I did this second. He had made love to 
me twice in the past few hours like he had never done 
before, like I never had before. Our long and 
adventurous love and sex life was always missing basic 
lovemaking. Last night he brought me to heights and 
places I never thought possible as he used the prowess 
he learned from his own fantasies to turn me into a 
gushing font of love and adoration, and possibly even 
a mother. This morning he simply mounted me in the 
most common position and made me a delirious woman 
filled with love and adoration for the man I loved. 
He rocked my world.

We both lay in two separate heaps on the bed, side by 
side. We were both exhausted from making love to each 
other. What a feeling. I drifted in and out of sleep 
and each time I moved a little, I felt cum leaking out 
of me. I mustered a little strength and made a push in 
my vagina to clear myself and stop the ooze, but that 
only lasted a few minutes.

I felt a mouth attach to my nipple and I opened my 
eyes. It felt great and I hugged his head to my 
breast. I was glad he hadn't had enough of me yet, 
because I wanted to love for hours more.

"Are you sure you're going to be able to douse any 
fires you're going to start down there?" I asked.

"I just saw this beautiful tit in my face and I could 
not resist it." Bill said as he lifted himself away 
from my breast and kissed my face all over before 
settling on my lips.

"Umm, you didn't give me an answer to my proposal." He 
said between kisses.

"What proposal?" I asked.

"To get married right now, right here, so we could 
make love like this forever." He responded.

"You know I would marry you this very second, Bill 
Wilson. You also know we can't make love like this 
everyday, but you also know the love we always make is 
beautiful. The memory of this and the promise of more 
will make our love burn forever." I promised.

"Oh, I know that, I just want to every little chance 
to prove you are mine, and I am yours." He responded.

"There should be no doubt in your mind", I said.

"Oh, there is no doubt, no doubt at all. I just want 
to call you my wife." Bill said.

"Maybe you can call me the mother of your children 
after last night. Would that be proof enough?" I said 
with a serious tone. "I had this feeling while I lay 
in bed afterward, that there was a change inside of 
me. I know I'm probably being silly. But, you know 
what? If it were true, I wouldn't care. We would have 
the proof of our love as a beautiful baby. Wouldn't 
that be something?" I asked excitedly.

"That would be incredible Carree." He said as he 
showered my face with kisses again.

"If I'm not pregnant, and you know I'm probably not, 
lets move it up a year." I suggested.

"Next summer? Really? I'm all for that. We kind of 
told our parents 2 years, but for next summer they 
have all the time in the world to plan, and so do we.
After last night I don't want to wait another minute. 
Carree, I'm really serious when I say that I love you 
more than ever this morning." Bill admitted.

"I know. I feel the same way Billy." I said as I 
climbed back onto him. "Don't get any ideas down 
there, we really have to get going this morning." I 
said as I put my hand over my pussy so nothing could 
slip in. "C'mon, lets jump in the shower. We have to 
scrub each other up good this morning."

"This bed is a mess." I said to Bill. "There's cum 
everywhere. I leaked every place I moved. I imagine 
the maids will love me today."

"The maids will be jealous, for sure, Care." Bill said 
matter of factly, and he was probably right.

We dragged our bodies into the shower and made a deal 
to wash our hair first, and then we could wash each 
other's bodies and get out together. This all worked 
out well until I was finishing Bill up. It seemed I 
spent a little too much time washing him.
I looked up from my scrubbing and asked him, "Did I 
scrub him too much? He doesn't want to go down. Last 
night when I got up to pee I wanted to give it a kiss 
before I went to sleep, but you were on your stomach. 
Now, that kiss I owe you has interest applied."

"Will you be this insatiable when we get married?" 
Bill asked.
"More so." I answered as I dropped to my knees.

I really loved the feel of his cock in my mouth and 
the power it gave me, and the love I could show him by 
doing it. Of course, he loved it as well. As much as I 
hate the term, I finished my little blowjob and we got 
going for the day. We spent the remainder of our 
vacation touring the seaside of Southern Maine during 
the day, and making love every night. The next 2 
nights we used condoms for our new lovemaking, with 
Bill pulling out before he came. We finished each 
other with our mouths each time with a sixty-nine. 
Then when we were fairly sure that vaginal sex was 
unsafe, we loved each other in every way possible the 
rest of the week. On our last night there we made all 
the preparations for butt-sex, and before he lubed 
himself and removed the Little Blue Devil, he sheathed 
on a condom and plowed my pussy for a few minutes, 
catching me by surprise. As fantastic as that felt, I 
had to scold him later, a lot later (I admit), for 
breaking the rules. But, I have to come clean. Having 
him in both places on the same night was an experience 
I will not forget soon, as well as being filled in 
both places at once.

The ocean air made us insatiable and we took every 
chance to take advantage of it.

It wasn't until the ride home that I realized I hadn't 
spoken to Bill about going to St Thomas on Arens and 
Ponds junket. It would mean him having to take a few 
days off from his new job, after only working a few 
days. The thought of more ocean air to fill our lungs 
and fuel our sexuality excited him though. He began 
work tomorrow in New York City, the ninth of June. He 
would commute by train that week and then we, along 
with our Dads, would pack his car and a rental truck, 
and we would move to Baltimore on Saturday. Sunday 
Morning they could return the rental truck and both 
our Dads would take Bills car back home. We figured we 
didn't need a car for a while and it saved train or 
plane fare back for our Dads.
Bill could then begin his commute from Baltimore to 
New York for the week of the sixteenth while I set up 
the house and began a little orientation into Arens 
and Ponds again. The office closed Monday and Tuesday 
and we all flew to St Thomas on Wednesday and had 
meetings and leisure time until July second when the 
junket came back. With the Fourth being a Friday, we 
all had 4 days to decompress before going to work on 
the seventh. (Even though Miranda told me to be in 
town for the weekend.) The office being closed for 13 
days, with only answering and message services to 
relay problems to the Caribbean meant there would be 
lots of catching up and client fixing.  

It all sounded so hectic that Bill wanted to pass at 
first, but Scott Wilkens, Bills immediate boss at 
Time, reminded him that he had 42 hours of comp time 
he couldn't carry over after a year, and he should use 
it if he wanted to over the July Fourth Holiday. (It 
was from his emergency trip as a field assistant where 
he was credited 24/7 pay, but only saw 12 hours per 
day real pay) He really wanted Bill to use it up now, 
and not lose it. If Scott could give him 6 more hours 
of comp or LWOP he could make the whole junket with 
me, or leave on Sunday and pay his own way home. 
Luckily, Mr. Wilkens remembered the favor he kind of 
owed me for forgetting to call me when Bill 
disappeared last summer to go on the field trip.
He told Bill that an intern wanted the Saturday off. 
If Bill could work it for him, Scott would add it to 
his comp time and he could take it. This meant Bill 
would have to meet us in Baltimore on Saturday night, 
but between my 2 Dads, I thought we could manage to 
pack. Bill was going to be able to spend 8 days in the 
Caribbean with me! If my body didn't let me down, I 
would get my period the day before we left and I would 
finish Saturday or Sunday, leaving a big green light 
for Bill and I. Everything was going our way.

Look at me prattling on about minor details. Please 
understand this is one of the most precious times of 
our life together and holding on to every detail makes 
me feel I can live it over and over again. William was 
my love and I will never forget a detail for the time 
we spent together, which seems like the whole of my 
life.
From the time I drew my first breath in this world 
until this moment, I spent part of each day of a full 
half of my life, 14 years, thinking about, being with, 
or talking to Billy, Bill, William Wilson.
As he promised when we got home from that wonderful 
trip to Maine we recalculated our Wedding day and 
moved it up one year. 
We would be wed Saturday, June 27, 1998.

Look for CARREE'S WEDDING DAY later this year or early 
next. 
I want to thank all of you who have written. Many of 
you have made the healing period since William's death 
so much easier to get through. Your understanding and 
kind words make my day sometimes. I've carried on my 
working life and am doing well. The hit the travel 
industry took from the 9/11 tragedies only prolonged 
my hiatus from work, but that all seems to be behind 
us, business-wise. As a nation, the recovery is much 
longer. I've heard from some 9/11 victims who had 
their loves ripped from them even more cruelly than my 
situation, and we try to comfort each other. Their 
reminders are endless though, because of the media.

I have chosen a few pen pals from the many who have 
written, and when I need an anonymous person to cry 
to, I have them. They too, have confided in me, making 
me feel like I have something to offer to someone from 
my life's experience.
It has been 20 months since I lost the love of my 
life. For the past few months I have had a special 
friend, the person from my stories I call "Russell".
He has been a pillar of support for me and I am afraid 
I have used him taking advantage of his kindness and 
affection for me. However, in getting through this 
part of our story I feel I can finally open up to him 
so we can become lovers, so I can begin life anew, 
William would have wanted it that way, I am sure.
I want to finish all 10 of the stories as William 
outlined for himself, but they have gotten hard to do 
when trying to start a new life with a new love. I 
will finish the tale of our Wedding and include the 
details of our Honeymoon and last cruise together. 
But, I'm afraid that may be it. To lead a double life 
on the Internet, by keeping these stories from 
Russell, is not fair to him or our relationship.

If he were to read them, he might see a woman he does 
not know. In my stories I say often how pretty or 
beautiful I am, and while it may be true, I am not the 
type of person to flaunt or brag of that, in real 
life. I am shy, quiet and unassuming. If any of my 
friends, or even Russell, knew of my walking, without 
a stitch, on the nude beaches of the world that my job 
brings me to, they would be shocked and amazed. 
My old friends still think of me as "Carree Virgin 
Mary". 
When William pointed out to me that men stare at me 
walking by them, I was mortified. I was that naive of 
my looks and body, and how they affected men. 
William ONLY knew the insatiable sexual being, the 
multi-orgasmic nymph that I am. 
I flaunt and brag in my stories for erotic effect to 
make sure the reader knows the real me inside the 
bedroom, behind the closed door.
I am a 28-year-old widow with a broken heart that will 
never mend, but I have finally learned to let someone 
else in.

CARREE

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