Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: A Date For Stacy
Author: Airimis
Keyword: MF, cons, slow, seduction, submission
Summary: Stacy has been looking for Mister Right, but had no luck dating
lately.  In a quick turn of events, she suddenly finds herself in a
situation with one of her friends that she liked, but thought she knew. 
Come to find out, she didn't know much about this friend.  Romance.  Female
- First person point-of-view.
Author's note: Feedback is welcome at m_19yr_old@hotmail.com.  I made

this story for a friend and I thought others might enjoy it.



   Chapter 1



   The room is dark.  I stretch as I wake up and I start to look around.  I
suddenly panic.  I don't know this room.  I look down.  I don't know this
bed!  The window is covered and blacked out, but I can see a little light
coming through it around the edges.  The sun must be out, but the room is
almost totally dark.

   "Oh my god," I whisper.  I try to move but my head and hang-over says I
need to stay still for a few minutes while the room spins.  I try not to
panic.

   I rack my brain.  The last thing I remember was drinking with A.J.  at
Wild Horse (the local bar).  It was early and he was flirting with me.  I
flirted back for a while and had a few more drinks because I was nervous.
And then... I can't remember.  The pounding in my head makes me stop
trying.

   I know I'm in a strange house and strange bedroom.  I reach over and
find that I'm alone in the bed.  I don't know whether that's a good thing
or not.  I reach down underneath the blanket and sheet.  "Oh my god!" I
can't help but say again.  I'm in a t-shirt and my panties!  And it's not
even my shirt.  It's too big and my bra is gone.

   I've heard some of my friends wake up like this after blacking out, but
I never imagined it would happen to me.  Oh, please let it be someone that
I know, or at least someone who I won't regret having sex with.  I start to
reach between my legs to check myself when there is a soft knock at the
door.

   "Can I come in?" a familiar voice asks as a man opens the door slightly.


   I pull the blanket up a little further.  The guy comes in, but it is too
dark to see him.  He's carrying something in his hands, but I can't make it
out.  "Oh please God get me out of this.  I didn't mean to drink that much
last night," I think.

   He turns on a soft night light next to the bed.

   It's A.J.!  He's carrying a breakfast tray and he holds it out toward
me. I don't know what to say, so I move up to a sitting position on the bed
and he smiles as he sets it across my lap.

   I'm suddenly kicking myself.  I slept with A.J.  and I can't even
remember it!!!  Of all the times to drink too much, why did it have to be
with him!?!  I've dreamed of what it would be like with him and now I can't
even remember.

   He spreads a napkin across my lap and kisses my forehead.  "Good
morning, Stacy," he says softly.

   I really hope I didn't embarrass myself last night.  Was I bad for him?
Was I too drunk and he think that I am a bad lay?  I look up at him, but
can't bring myself to ask him.  I don't want to admit to him that I can't
remember anything past eleven o'clock last night.  "Good morning," I tell
him shyly.  My head still hurts.

   "Here," he says and he puts two pills next to the juice on the tray. 
"Take these and it'll help you."

   I look at the tray.  It has several pieces of toast, biscuits and gravy,
and bacon on a plate for me.  I think about declining on the pills.  They
look like aspirin, but usually I don't take any medicine that I don't open
myself.  He looks at me expectantly and I can't help but trust him. 
Besides since he's already had sex with me, what would it help to drug me
now?  I take the two pills and he smiles.

   "When you get done eating, you can rest or I'll be out in the living
room if you need anything.  Call and I'll come back for the tray," he tells
me as he straightens up.  He leaves quietly.

   I'm afraid to ask him what happened.  I don't want to let him know that
I can't remember.  I reach down and check myself.  My panties are still on
(a good sign) but they feel moist in middle (a very bad sign).  I can't
tell, but it could be his cum or mine.  I hope he used protection, I sigh.
Please let him have used protection!  I touch down by my entrance, but it
doesn't feel sore.  At least he was easy on me.  If he were rough, I would
definitely feel it.

   I take a bite of toast.  "I hope it was good for him, at least," I
whisper to myself and chuckle.

   He was right, though.  I eat and between the food, the juice, and the
pills that he gave me, I do feel mostly better.  The pounding in my head
lessens greatly and I don't feel like vomiting.  How embarrassing that
would be in front of him?  Did I vomit already?  Is that why I don't have
my clothes on?

   A soft knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts.  He comes back in.
Now my eyes are sharper.  He's in jeans and a solid black t-shirt.  He
looks fresh, like he's had a shower recently.  "How was it?" he asks.

   "It was good, thank you," I say looking up at him.

   He smiles warmly at me.  "What would you like to do?  Stay in bed or get
up?" he asks picking up the tray.

   I wiggle in the warm soft sheets.  It's actually very tempting to try to
go back to sleep and hope I wake up in my own bed.  But I've never known
dreams to come with hang-overs, so I dismiss that.  Also, my bladder has
started sending me the signal that it needs a few minutes of my time.  "I
think I'll get up," I tell him.

   That sounds good.  He stands there and waits for me.

   I hesitate to swing my bare legs out.  He may have seen me last night,
but I am only wearing panties.  "Umm.  Do you have some shorts I can
borrow?"

   He smiles.  "Sure," he says and opens a drawer on the dresser and pulls
out some soft shorts with a drawstring.  He hands them to me.  I can tell
he was hoping for a show, but just smiles as he takes the tray and empty
cup out of the room.

   I think for a moment about teasing him and flashing him a bit of skin. I
remember him saying that legs are one of his turn-ons.  He walks out before
I can decide if I have the courage to tease him or not.

   I put on the shorts that surprisingly fit pretty well.  They are of a
very soft material and I make the mental note that if I can't steal these
from him, I will have to find some at the store of the same material.  They
feel really good against my skin.  I come out of the bedroom into the
hallway of the unfamiliar house.  I hear music coming from the main room.
On the way there, I spot the bathroom and make stop there so my bladder
will quit bothering me.  I also take a moment to fix my hair in the mirror.
He has a brush and comb on the sink and I take advantage and lay my hair
down.

   I walk into the living room and he's stretched out on the couch reading
from his kindle.  He sets it down and makes room for me on the couch next
to him.  He smiles at me and I have a feeling he's remembering last night.
I really wish I could.

   I giggle at him as I come over and sit down beside him.  "So this is the
morning after?  Aren't you supposed to be all awkward and be getting me
home?" Then another realization hits me and I get furious.  "And what about
your wife!!!" I suddenly jump up and put my hands on my hips.

   He smiles calmly.  He lets out a little laugh, but I don't think
anything is funny.  I have always been against cheating.  How could he do
this and then laugh?  "Okay," he says.  "Calm down.  My wife and I split up
and she's been moved out for two months."

   I stand there confused for a moment.  "What?  You told me you were
married!  You showed me a picture of your wife and son on your phone."

   "Yes, I still am technically married because the divorce isn't final. 
We have been over for six months, but she couldn't move out until a few
months ago because of money.  And that picture of my wife and son, did you
ever wonder why I wasn't in it?"

   A thought goes through my head that suddenly wipes away every thought of
being mad at him: he's single and I just woke up in his bed!  I so wish I
could remember what he was like in bed.  He may not every want to be with
me again if I was bad.  Did I spoil it and not even know it?

   I sit back down on the couch not knowing what to say.

   "And as far as the morning after, you don't have to worry.  I slept in
here," he says patting the couch.

   My mouth opens.  "Umm.  What happened to my clothes?" I am still a
little confused.

   "Wow.  You really did enjoy yourself last night.  You don't remember?"
he asks amused.

   I shake my head embarrassed.  "You don't remember the drunk falling on
the table and spilling the bucket of ice and beer on you?" he asks.  I
reach for it, but all I get is a blur and nothing.  I can't remember any of
it.  He sees the perplexed look on my face and gives me a warm smile. 
"It's okay," he says as he puts his hand up to my cheek and leans in toward
me.  His touch feels good, especially now that I know he's single.  I lean
my cheek into it a little.  "The guy spilled the ice and beer all over your
pants and shirt.  He got escorted out, but you had too much to drive.  Kim
was still on the clock and was supposed to drive you home and you were
freezing.  I tried to drive you home, but after forty-five minutes of you
trying to direct me to your place, I gave up and brought you here.  You
kept getting confused and I'm sure the car ride didn't help."

   "And my clothes?" I say playfully accusing him of taking advantage of
me. I look down at the shirt.  I feel my breasts move freely under the
shirt reminding me of how I must look to him.

   "The last of them are in the dryer right now.  It should be about twenty
minutes and they'll be done," he says as he runs his hand playfully at the
back of my neck.  He had done this before teasing me, but this feels
different.  He's different now that I know that he's not just teasing me.

   I smile and look up at the ceiling.  "So did you help me undress?" I ask
wondering how bad a fool I made of myself.

   He's still smiling at me.  A good sign!  "Actually, you changed out of
your shirt and bra while I was out of the room.  I helped with the pants,
but only because you were a little unsteady.  By the time I got back from
putting them in the wash, you were asleep in the bed.  You were just too
cute to disturb."

   So he hasn't seen me!  I didn't mess things up!  I bite my lip thanking
whatever cosmic force in the universe that gave me that one bit of luck.  I
really lean into his hand now feeling the warmth of him.

   "Do you have anywhere you need to be today?" he asks.

   "Not really.  I just need to get back by this afternoon," I say
realizing I don't know what time it is.  His windows all have blinds on
them and I can't tell how bright it is outside.  Actually, it's dim enough
it could be early morning or just overcast.  I finally spot a clock on his
entertainment center and it says that it's just after eleven.  I yawn.

   "Well, you're welcome to stay here for a while if you like.  I could
definitely use the company," he says.

   I would like nothing better!  He moves me on the couch so that I'm
facing away from him and leans me back on him.  He pulls a small fleece
blanket from beside the couch and tosses it over my legs.  I had been a
little chilly, but I didn't say anything to him.  He sets his kindle in my
hands and pulls up a document on it.

   "I've been working on a new story, can you give me your opinion on it?"
he asks.

   The first thing on it says "Chapter 1: Submissive Training".  The title
has my interest.  I relax against him and his arms wrap around my stomach.
It's very warm lying back against him.  "Sure," I say, but he's so
comfortable that I would stay here even if he were to ask me to read
Shakespeare (which I hate and never made sense to me in school).

   He is quiet while I read several pages.  It's hard to keep my mind
focused.  The story is very good, but I can feel his warmth and hear him
breathing.  His head is just over my shoulder.  I could probably kiss him
if I turned my head just right.  I resist the temptation.

   After a few minutes, the story gets way more interesting.  I can feel
his hands rubbing my stomach.  In the story that I'm reading, it is going
into great detail about a guy who trains his girlfriend to be exactly what
he wants.  I feel A.J.'s hand move down to my leg and his fingers start
making small circles that start barely grazing my inner thigh.  The story
alone could make me hot enough to have to masturbate, but his touch is so
much more powerful.  I start to move my legs little to get some
stimulation. I would be mortified to touch myself in front of him, which is
exactly what I want to do!

   "I see someone wants something," he says playfully by my ear.  "I could
fix that, but you have to stay the way you are.  You can't turn around. 
You must keep reading the story until the end.  Can you be a good girl and
do that for me?"

   "Yes," I say knowing that I'll do anything if he'll keep touching my leg
like that.  I nod for him and try to focus on the page.

   He kisses the back of my head through my hair and I feel his hand travel
up my inner thigh and run his finger tips across the juncture between my
legs.  He doesn't linger there.  He just travels across it letting me feel
the movement.  I inhale deeply.  I know I won't stop him.  Anything he
wants to do to me at this point, I'll let him.  I secretly hope he doesn't
realize that as well.  I don't like being this helpless, but it seems to
happen more than I would like with guys.  Most of the others who realize
this just use me for their pleasure and don't care what I feel.  I really
hope he's different.

   I reflexively open my legs slightly to him.  I know that I shouldn't. 
All through life everyone has told me that proper ladies keep their legs
closed, especially to guys, but I want him to touch me.  I want to roll
over and tell him he can fuck me.  The only thing that keeps me from doing
that is my shy personality and the fact that he told me to stay in this
position.

   I try to read, but I don't make it far.  After another minute, I feel
his hand between my legs.  His palm is pressing up against my mound.  I can
feel him slightly massaging and pressing gently against me.  One of his
fingers starts tracing up and down my slit on the outside of the soft
material.  I catch myself suddenly breathing hard.  It feels so good, but
he's still on the outside of the material.  I want him to touch inside of
me.  He continues this for several minutes.

   I try to read another page, but the words start to no make sense
anymore. Everything seems to revolve around his arm holding me securely
around the stomach and his hand gently playing with my special place.  I
whimper and set the kindle down on my lap, intentionally pressing his hand
harder against me for more contact.  "Please..." I moan.

   "Please?" he teases.  "Please what?"

   I'm embarrassed to ask for what I want.  I would let do whatever he
wants to me, but he's going to make me say it.  "Please do more," I
whisper. It's hard to say it out loud.  I wish he would be like other guys
and just fuck me.  Most of them, that's all they couldn't wait to do.  He
doesn't seem in any rush.

   "I can do more, but I don't like things in the way.  Remove your shorts
and panties for me, but you can keep the blanket," he tells me.

   I don't hesitate.  I lift my bottom and remove them both in one move
without pulling the blanket off me.  I get them down to my ankles and then
bend my knees so that my legs are spread wide apart for him.

   "Good girl," he tells me approvingly and his hand goes back to the same
position on my mound.  He makes a sound of disapproval when he makes
contact.

   "What?" I ask suddenly wondering what I did wrong.

   He starts stroking my outer lips with just his finger tip again.  The
contact to my skin feels wonderful.  It's been a while since a guy has just
done something simple like this.  "If you want me to do stuff with you
again, this will have to disappear," he says as I feel his fingers going
through the light hair on my mound.

   I make note to shave there as soon as possible.  If it'll keep his hand
where it's at, I'll do it.  "Okay," I say trying not to sound apprehensive.
I shaved once when I was a teenager for my boyfriend but didn't like it. 
It itched a lot when it grew back, but if he wants it, I will probably do
it.

   "The book," he reminds me.

   I pick up the kindle and try to read again.  The scene is all steamy. 
In the scene the guy is mauling her breasts and pulling on her nipples.  I
start breathing hard again as his finger enters me.  I'm already wet and he
slides easily inside.  He continues to stroke from my entrance below all
the way up past my clit to the top.  His finger is drenched by me and it
feels so good.  He still stays at a constant pace, though.

   After two more pages, I get bolder and take his hand that is around my
waist and pull it up to my breast.  I so want him to touch me more.  His
patient pace is driving me crazy.

   "What did I tell you?" he says softly in my ear.

   My mind goes blank.  What did I do wrong?

   "I told you to be a good girl and just read the story," he says
playfully.  "It seems that you still want more, and I told you I don't like
things in the way." He waits for me to figure it out.

   I take a guess and remove the last bit of clothing that I have on by
pulling the shirt smoothly over my head and dropping it to the floor.  It
feels weird to be completely naked sitting on his couch with him being
fully clothed behind me.  The fleece blanket is still over my legs up to my
waist, but I feel so naked.  "Is that better?" I ask him.

   He smiles and says, "Yes, Stacy," and brings his hand up to my swelling
breast.

   I've always had large breast since I started really growing them at
twelve.  I've had to endure too many guys staring at them or watching me
run so they can see if they bounce.  I've been proud of when I get lustful
looks from guys, but nothing like now.

   He starts kissing and sucking on my neck as his hand squeezes my breast
gently.  I see him eyeing my chest and I arch my back to present myself
more to him.  I set the kindle aside abandoning all pretenses of reading. I
couldn't even make out the words now.  "Please take me," I beg him as his
finger travels across my clit again and raise my hips a little.

   "No," he whispers.  "Not yet," he says and kisses across the back of my
neck.

   I close my eyes in frustration.  I can feel the orgasm building, he's
doing all the right things, but so slow it's agonizing!  "Please, I'll do
anything for you," I whisper.

   "Oh, I hope so," he teases.  "But right now I want to watch you cum," he
says completely serious.

   I feel him reach lower and slide two fingers into my entrance.  They
slide easily inside me.  My pussy welcomes them inside and I squeeze his
fingers tight as if to tell him that I'm serious.  His big fingers don't
completely satisfy me, but it feels really good to have something filing me
up.  I slide down on the couch, reclining more and angling my legs so that
he can get as deep as he'd like inside me.

   His other hand seems to have a mind of its own.  It travels from breast
to breast, feeling the curves of the underside, to tugging gently on my
nipples, and then makes its way up the curve of my cleavage to trace my
collar bone.

   The hand between my legs presses deeply.  I feel him curl his finger
tips and he begins stroking inside of me.

   My eyes shoot open!  "OH MY GOD!" I say as I arch my back automatically.
"Ahhh!!!" The orgasm hits too fast.  I didn't know it could come on that
fast.  He continues to stroke the inside.  He isn't moving his fingers in
and out like I usually do or anyone else has.  He's just caressing the same
spot inside of me with the tips of his fingers.  The orgasm hit me by
surprise.  I've hit that spot occasionally or had one or two guys hit it
with their dick, but never anyone put continuous stimulation directly on it
like this.  I cry out as I hump his loving fingers inside me.

   He keeps it up and his other arm is wrapped around my chest.  I think if
he didn't have that arm around me that I'd probably be in the floor.

   My muscles all tense and I squeeze his fingers tight in appreciation.  I
open my mouth to encourage him, but only moans come out.  I slide down and
have my head in his lap.  His rough jeans are behind my head and I can feel
his hard member straining to get out.  "Please take me!" I want to tell
him, but I can't seem to form words as another orgasm hits. My thoughts
stop making sense.  He's leaning over and I can see his face lit up light a
boy at Christmas.  He's looking at my body with a look of want like he
wants to devour me.  I want him to.  I realize that I have my hands balled
up and a death grip on the couch.  I will them to let go, but they don't.

   He continues to push me.  He's so different from anyone I've ever been
with.  One of his hands is buried between my legs with strong fingers
pressing forcefully into me.  They aren't moving in and out, but they are
held tightly into me.  His fingers inside of me aren't hurting me, but
touching a spot that I didn't even know could be manipulated like this. 
They aren't rough inside, but just enough to keep sending orgasms
throughout my body.  His other hand, that seems to be playing with me,
wanders on its own across my upper half.  He even runs his fingers across
my jaw and lips and I instinctively suck them for a moment.

   "Cum for me," he commands me and vibrates for a moment inside of me.  My
body convulses and obeys his command as another hard orgasm rocks me.  My
legs thrash and shake.  I feel my toes curl as my legs stretch out as far
as they will go.  The small blanket has fallen off me by now and I'm
completely bared to him.  Whatever embarrassment I thought this morning
about him seeing my body has been left in the wake of the orgasms that he
has given me.

   I can't breathe.  It's too much.  My body contracts over the last orgasm
and I can't catch my breath.  I look up at him.  I start to see stars,
either from the orgasm or not enough oxygen.  "Please," is all I can manage
to whisper, "I need to stop."

   I see his face change and I feel his fingers stop inside of me.  He
starts sliding them in and out in a fucking motion, but there is no urgency
behind it.  His other hand quits moving and rests across my chest with his
hand palming my left breast.  My orgasms subside and he starts to slowly
pump his fingers in and out of me shallower and shallower until they are
out of me.  He starts tracing his middle finger up and down my slit.  I get
control of my breathing and take several deep breaths.  My lungs thank me
gratefully.

   I'm so sensitive that his fingers feel electric.  I'm thankful that he's
slowly tracing my inner and outer lips with just the tip of his finger.  As
I come down from my high, a great tension falls from me and my whole body
relaxes.  I look up at him for a moment and see him still smiling at me.  I
feel like I'm melting into him.  "Wow," I manage to say.  "That was
wonderful.  Thank you."

   "You are amazing, Stacy," I hear him say as I close my eyes for just a
moment in the bliss and am fast asleep with my head in his lap and his
hands gently caressing my body.

   Chapter 2

   I wake slowly....again.  I am still lying with my head on A.J.'s lap. 
Opening my eyes slowly to find that he had put the soft fleece blanket over
me and I was covered from neck to toe.  I don't know how long I was asleep
this time, but everything feels right.

   The first time I woke up, there was panic because I didn't know where I
was or what happened.  This time, I know exactly where I am, I can remember
all that happened, and just remembering how I felt sends warm feelings
through-out my body.

   I look up at A.J.  and see that he's reading off of his kindle again. 
How long had he stayed here with me?  He could have felt me up while I was
asleep or I could have found him doing other stuff to me, but here he was,
patiently letting me slumber.  I watch him for a moment.

   A little twinge of guilt goes through me.  I hadn't done anything for
him, I realized.  Not that he really let me have a chance to, but still. 
He pushed me to the point that my body finally had to make me stop and I
hadn't given him any physical pleasure.  I started to move, but my body
protested.  My whole body felt heavy and drained.

   "Are you okay?" he asks as he looks down at me and sets the kindle
aside.

   "I've never been better," I say looking up at him and knowing it is the
truth.  I lick my dry lips.  "Now, what can I do for you?" I ask.  I know
guys always want their turn.  I figured anything he wants to do, I would
allow him.  Usually I had a few limits.  I would give blowjobs to guys who
I thought deserved it.  I would let them fuck me sometimes.  A few guys
have been different and wanted to cum on my large breasts or wanted me to
swallow.  I had never tried anal.  I've never really had a guy who I
thought earned that.  Also, it scared me a little because I don't like
pain. But for what A.J.  had given me, I decided after only a second's
consideration that anything he wanted, I would let him do to me.  He had
been that good and seems deserving of it.

   "Actually, I need you to get dressed," he says smiling at me.

   I look at him confused.  Okay.  I wasn't ready for that.  I thought at
least I would be sucking his dick for a while.

   "I'm hungry and I thought I'd take us out to eat for lunch," he says.

   I want to ask if he was sure.  Actually, as much as I had been
satisfied, part of me really wants to return the favor.  I want to show my
appreciation to him.  "Okay," I say shyly.

   "If you want to go get a shower, I'll bring you your clothes," he tells
me nodding to the hallway.

   "Okay," I accept.  "Anything you want." I get up and keep the soft
blanket wrapped around me.  I feel so wet between my legs that don't even
look at the couch because I know there has to be a spot there.  I manage to
cover myself down to my ankles and he gets up, too.  I'm tempted to drop
the blanket and let him see me.  He saw me during it, but now feels
different and I'm back to my shy self.  "He's not inside you right now! 
That's the difference." chimes a voice in my head.

   I walk quickly to the bathroom and find that I need to visit there,
anyway.  After doing my business, I get into his shower.  The water is warm
and his bodywash smells like him.  I didn't even notice it before, but he
does have a nice smell to him.  I think I even caught a whiff of it at the
bar the first night we talked.  It's kind of a vanilla smell.  I wash my
hair and use the conditioner he has.  My hair was clingy because of the
perspiration of my wild morning so I was glad that he has good products.

   I half expect him to join me in the shower.  I didn't lock the door.  I
figure if he wants to see me than he has definitely earned it.  If he
wanted me to walk around his house naked for the rest of the day, I
probably would for everything that he's done for me.  The thought sends a
twinge of pleasure from my used sex organs.  I can imagine him poking his
head in the curtain watching me.  I would even try to put on a show for him
or pleasure him if he would let me.

   I'm disappointed that by then end of my rather unnecessarily long shower
that he still didn't make an appearance.  I turn off the water and pull
back the shower curtain to see my clothes neatly folded and setting on the
counter.  My panties and bra are tucked in between my pants and shirt.  I
smile and wonder about this guy.  I dry myself off and see also that he has
set my purse on the counter as well.  I get more confused as I get dressed.
He touches my body one minute like every part of me is his, and then covers
me up and doesn't peek at me another minute.  He wasn't shy at all when he
was pleasuring me.  In fact, he had told me to shave my pussy like he was
going to continue to enjoy me.  And now he is all modest and such.

   I don't know what it is, but I like it, even if I can't figure it out. I
get dressed and my clothes even feel better.  He must use some good fabric
softener or something because it's noticeable and they smell not just
clean, but scented now.

   I fix my hair and pull my compact from my purse and put a touch of
makeup on.  It couldn't hurt.  I come out to find him messing around on the
computer in the living room.  I walk up and wrap my arms around him from
behind.

   "Are you ready to go?" he asks me as I kiss his cheek when he turns to
me.

   "Anywhere with you," I tell him.

   He takes my hand, I grab my purse and he leads me out the door.

   It was interesting.  We laughed and joked on the way there.  He didn't
ask me where I wanted to go.  Most of the time, any guy and I would have a
five minute debate about where to go because neither of us wanted to say
somewhere the other may not like.  Not with A.J.  He drove us to China
Buffet across town.

   Before getting out, I check my purse for my phone.  I hadn't seen it in
a while and thought I might have left it at his place.

   My door opens suddenly and he's there holding it open for me.  I smile
at another plus.  He may really be a gentleman.  I've been to this
restaurant before and it is a server yourself type buffet, which is fine.
After we get a table, he pulls out a chair for me to be seated.  I let him,
but I feel like I'm being treated like royalty.  It's been a while since a
guy did the little things for me.  When we get up to get food, I do notice
that he goes first.  He hands me a plate but that might just be because he
got to them first.  He makes a few recommendations, but I get a few things
that I like and he fills his plate with chicken of different varieties and
a few crab Rangoon.

   We get settled and start in on the food.  It actually is fun hanging out
with him.  He made me laugh, he asks me questions, seems to listen to what
I had to say, and even laughs at my jokes.  I found out he likes some scary
movies, but not any of the gory stuff like "Saw".  He likes a lot of sci-fi
movies and action ones that I have never seen, but seems really animated
telling me about a few of them.  I think I'll have to watch a few with him
if they excite him this much.  I found out that he loves "The Walking
Dead". I can't believe my luck.  He proposed next week when he has a night
off, that we should make a night of catching me up on the current season.
We keep talking, but my mind got hung up on that thought: he wants to see
me again.  He wants to have me over and spend time with me.  For the rest
of the meal, I have a smile on my face.  I haven't seen one thing that made
me not like him so far.  He paid the check, opened the door for me on the
way out, and opened my car door when we were in the parking lot. 
Everything just keeps adding things in his favor.  He took me home after
that.  As it turns out, my Mom's (where I'm staying currently) isn't that
far from his house.  We're practically in the same neighborhood.  He didn't
push me to stay the night again.  He just told me that he would see me in a
week.

   When it comes time for us to say goodbye, he walks me to my door.

   "Will you be free Wednesday night?" he asks me.

   I have to think what day it is.  Friday, it must be Friday today.  Five
days until then!  I'm not sure I can make it until then without hearing
from him.  "Sure," I say like it's nothing.

   "Wednesday it is then," he says and then wraps his arms around me as he
steps close pressing his body against mine.  He presses his lips against
mine and again the fireworks fly.  I kiss him back and feel his hand behind
my neck guiding me gently.  His hand is at the small of my back and I can
feel him as I press my chest reflexively against him.  His tongue lightly
traces the inside of my bottom lip and I feel the tip of his finger trace
the soft spot down the back of my neck.

   He smiles as he pulls away.  He bites his bottom lip and tilts his head
looking at me as he steps back.

   "Bye," is all I can say as I turn and make my way into the house.

   Two days later....

   "What do you mean?" I ask my best friend Kim as she messing with her
phone.

   "I'm just saying that you haven't known this guy that long," she says
setting her cell phone aside and looking at me from my bed.  One of the
best ways to get Kim to lie down on a bed is to make it.  I swear every
time I make it, she has to lay down on it as soon as she gets here.  "No
one is that good of a guy."

   I want to argue with her.  I finally got some time alone with her and
told her all the details to my Friday.  We always share everything and I
thought she'd be happy for me.  "He was nice," I say shaking my head at
her.

   "But he didn't even tell you that he split from his wife," she points
out.  "And what the heck is with him.  What guy feels you up, makes you
cum, and then tells you to shower and get dressed?  That's just weird."

   I think about it and it was a little odd that he didn't come right out
and tell me that he had split from his wife the first time we met.  I know
Kim is just looking out for me, but I'm pretty sure about this guy.  He
seems nice and I want to enjoy him as long as I can.  "I think he's okay,"
I say smugly.  Maybe she's just jealous because I found a nice guy, but I
let it go.

   "So why hasn't he called you or messaged you?" she asks as she looks at
me expectantly.  "Is that normal?"

   I don't have a good answer for that one.  I didn't want to seem
over-eager so I didn't message him or call him.  It's been two days and I
haven't heard a peep from him.  I look at her, but I don't want to give my
doubts a chance to take hold.

   Monday, I got a message asking me if my weekend was okay and if seven
o'clock Wednesday will be fine.  The message is rather short and doesn't
have much to it.  I try to send the same amount back to him.  I tell him
that I am fine, that I had a good weekend, and that seven would be fine. 
His message just says "Great.  I'll pick you up then." I thought he would
be chattier because he seemed to like talking to me.  Then again, I didn't
say much more back to him so I guess by that same concept, it didn't look
as if I wanted to have a long conversation, either.

   It didn't make time pass any faster for me, though.

   Chapter 3

   Wednesday finally arrived.  I changed three times during the day and
took two showers: one in the morning that I would have normally, and one
later because I was nervous and needed time to pass faster.  After going
through my entire wardrobe and finally telling myself that I wasn't in high
school anymore and that he was just a guy, I settled one of my better
casual outfits.  The shirt was formfitting and even though I don't care
much for v-neck shirts, it did have that.  If I needed to, I could lean
forward and let him get just a peek of me.  I know that it's not nice to
tease guys like that, but sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta
do.  It's still rather cool out so I grabbed a pair of jeans.  I even
select my underwear carefully.  Considering how far we went last time, or
at least how far he went with me, I didn't want to be embarrassed if things
went on.  He said that it was just to watch "The Walking Dead" and it
seemed perfectly polite, but I didn't think I wanted it to stay polite.  To
that end, I did something I thought I wouldn't ever do.  I shaved!  I used
my electric razor and I almost needed another shower by the end of it.  The
vibration alone got me wet.  My mind kept picturing all the things he might
do with me once he saw that I was shaved.  That just got me more aroused.
It felt weird when I got dressed.  I was smooth and felt bare even though I
was fully clothed when he picked me up.  I was so nervous that I almost
announced to him that I shaved as soon as I opened the door and saw him
standing on the porch step, but I didn't want to sound juvenile.  Part of
me just wanted to let him know that I was up for whatever he had in mind.

   A.J.'s wearing a plain dark red t-shirt and dark jeans.  He's clean and
his hair is in a military cut that for some reason is very appealing.  He's
cleanly shaven, and for the first time since I've known him, I see that he
no longer wears his wedding ring when he takes my hand.  He wore it to the
bar when I would see him there.  It was a constant reminder that he was
off-limits.  I feel the indention when I take his hand, but no longer the
golden kryptonite that could keep me from him.

   "Where are we going?" I ask as I notice he doesn't turn down the street
for his house.

   "Have you ate yet?" he asks as he smiling at me.

   He always seems to be smiling when I see him.  "I had a little something
earlier, but you can eat if you like," I tell him.  Actually, I had eaten a
very small dinner a few hours ago.  I didn't expect him to keep buying me
food.  I felt bad that I couldn't really afford to buy my own at the moment
as I waited on an impending job at the hospital.  They had told me that
everything was fine and that they were just waiting for the new cycle to
start up before I could start work there.  It didn't make it easier for me,
though.

   "Well, I hate to eat alone.  Do you mind if we pick up some Taco Bell
and you can snack if you feel like it?" he asks as we head in that
direction.

   Actually, now that he said it, I knew I could go for some, but I didn't
want to look eager.  "Sure," I say like I didn't mind one way or the other.

   He pulls through the drive through and gets a box of soft and hard shell
tacos and I shyly ask for some nachos and he gets them and drinks for us
both.  I don't like spending his money, but he doesn't say anything about
it.

   We get to his place and I notice that it's very clean.  The carpet is
recently vacuumed, it's cozy, but for some reason it always seems just a
touch cooler than I'd like.  I keep my mouth shut about that.  In just a
few minutes, he has the room set up.  Our food is on the coffee table, the
only light he leaves on is from a lamp in the corner of the room and he
starts the show.

   We eat and chat about our week.  Well, I let him tell me about his week.
Other than talking to a few of my friends about him, I didn't do much other
than babysit my friend's baby and my little brother.  I didn't want to tell
him about that.  His week was filled with work, college classes, and he
talked a little about his family (mother and sister, not ex-wife).  I was
curious because all I had ever met was his Aunt that went to Wild Horse
with him.  I liked her and thought that if the rest of his family is like
that, then maybe he couldn't be so bad.  After a short silence of him was
eating some tacos and me snacking at my nachos, I brought up something that
had been on my mind.

   "Why didn't you tell me you were separated before?" I blurt out before I
realize how accusing my tone is.

   He looks at me for a moment and then looks away.  "I don't have a real
good reason for that.  I guess I was scared to announce that I was single.
If you're married and women know it, they don't look at you like you're a
piranha looking for your next meal.  You can be a friend and someone fun to
hang out with.  If they know you're single, they think that you're trying
to get in every girl's pants that you talk to," he says letting out a sigh.
He flexes his left hand where his ring indention is still on this finger.
"I guess I didn't want to scare you off if you thought I was trying to get
with you.  I wanted to get to know you and it's easier to do if you didn't
think I'm trying to sleep with you," he admits.

   "Well, aren't you?" I ask wiggling my hips teasingly in my seat on the
couch.  I bite my bottom lip and tilt my head so that I have to look up at
him in my best innocent look.

   "Maybe," he says smiling and slide over closer to me on the couch.  "But
for tonight, I thought we could just have fun together and get you caught
up on the season."

   "Okay," I say but hide my disappointment.  There's still later and he is
a guy, after all.

   After the both of us eat, he clears the leftovers and puts them in the
refrigerator.  I take the opportunity to get more of an eyeful of his
place. The dishes are clean and in the dish drainer.  His refrigerator
isn't bare, but it isn't cluttered with leftovers.  It looks like a single
guy lives there.  Eggs, milk, soda, black cherry Kool-Aid (that one almost
makes me laugh) and the normal stuff someone might see in there.  But it is
clean.  Wow.  For a single guy, he is either clean or cleaned everything
before I got here to impress me.  I don't let on that I'm looking around.

   He starts the show and we settle back on the couch.  He is on the side
and moves me to lie back against him.  I would like to see him, but this is
very nice.  He pulls the fleece blanket out and spreads it over me.  The
memory of the last time we were on this couch in this position sends a
tingle through me.

   For the most part, he told me the truth.  We sit and watch a few
episodes.  He has his arms around my waist and I interlace my fingers with
his.  We chat some about the show and the turns in the plot.  A few times,
he starts to say something, but stops himself saying that he doesn't want
to give away the story.  I know I could just look it up online, but
watching it with him is more fun.

   It's dark outside and the dim light is still cozy.  He's so warm behind
me.  Now I know why he keeps the house a few degrees on the side of chilly.
He doesn't get cold.  His body feels like an electric blanket.  Even his
arms around me seem to wrap me in warmth.  We get quiet for a while.

   He has slid the edge of my shirt up to where his hands are resting on my
bare stomach.  My hands are still with him.  Occasionally he rubs my skin
or traces his fingertips on around, but doesn't make a move at my breasts,
which is usually the obvious destination for guys when they've made it
below my shirt.  I wait for it, and would let him, but I don't want to seem
eager.  I wonder if he's going to make a move to touch me or not.

   Finally after the second episode is over, he hesitates to use the remote
to start the third.  He leans over and kisses the back of my neck.

   I lean my head forward and give him an easier target.  It feels really
good and sends tingles down to my toes.  "I shaved for you," I whisper.  I
don't know why, but it seemed important that I tell him.

   "Good," he says and sucks on my neck again.  "Are you ready for more?"

   My breathing is already starting to get deeper.  His arms hold me
securely, but he's not groping at me.  They are just around my waist. 
"Yes," I tell him.

   "Okay," he says and relaxes as he sits back up.  "I've thought about it
and I wanted to know if you wanted to try playing a game of sorts."

   I've read some of his stories.  I'm sure he can come up with several
interesting things for sex.  I lean back on him wanting to be as close to
him as I can.

   "You said you were interested in the submissive idea.  I was wondering
if we could try it?" he says as his hands rub my stomach.  They keep going
up to the very bottom of my breasts, allowing just the slightest touch to
connect and then down to the top of my jeans.  Both movements making me
want him to continue in either direction.

   "I'd be willing to try that," I tell him.

   "Okay.  Then here are the rules.  I am allowed to do anything I choose.
You have the free will obey, but if you don't, I can punish you.  If at any
time you want to stop, we'll stop.  Okay?" he tells me.

   I nod.  "So do I have to call you master or something?" I ask playfully.

   I feel him chuckle, but I don't really hear much sound from him.  "You
can, but whatever you call me, I would suggest you do it respectfully."

   "So how do we start?" I ask feeling a little in the dark.  I've never
done anything like this before.  I sit up and turn to face him.

   "Well, we need to set guidelines.  First a safe word, your choice." He
looks at me expectantly.

   I think for a moment.  I take his hands in mine and feel the indention
on his ring finger.  "Gold" I say.  It makes sense.  Since that small piece
of jewelry kept us apart before, it should only make sense that it should
stop things in the heat of the moment.  I almost said ring or marriage, but
that would probably really ruin the mood if we were doing stuff.

   "Okay," he says smiling.  Apparently my feeling of his left hand let me
know exactly where I got the word.  "Next it isn't like we're going to be
doing this all the time.  There has to be a definite start and stop to the
session.  When we start, I'll ask you if you give yourself to me.  If you
want to do it, you will say completely.  When we are done, just to be
clear, I will tell you that I release you.  After that, you can do anything
or say anything I can't do anything about it.  Understand?"

   I am a little nervous, but it sounds clear so far.  I nod trying not to
show my excitement.  I've read about stuff like this, but I never thought I
could try it.

   "Okay," he says.  He looks me in the eye and pauses.  "Stacy, do you
give yourself to me?" he asks solemnly.

   "Yes, completely," I say and can already feel nervous butterflies in my
stomach.

   "Stand," he simply commands.

   I do and he moves me to the middle of the living room floor.  I face the
couch as he walks around me slowly.  I want to follow him with my eyes, but
I get the feeling that he doesn't want that.  I just look at the floor for
a moment.  I feel his hand at the small of my back.  He goes under my shirt
and then his fingers are suddenly in the waistband of my pants just above
my ass.

   "You don't realize what you've just give up, do you?" he says.  It
doesn't really sound like he wants me to answer so I stay quiet.  "For the
moment, you are mine." His other hand goes to my side and I can feel him
move up behind me.  He pulls me back into him.  "I can do whatever I want
and you can't stop me," he taunts.

   An excitement starts to build in me.  I know I have my safe word, and I
instantly feel vulnerable.  His aggressiveness is new.  It's not evil, but
more than I'm use to with him.  I try to put myself in the part.  I am his,
my mind echoes.

   "My first rule," as he walks in front of me and takes his hands from me.
"You will not lie to me."

   "Yes sir," I say submissively.

   "I mean it," he says caringly getting my attention as he walks around to
the front of me so that I look him in the eye.  "You don't lie.  Anything I
ask, I want the entire truth.  I will not punish you for telling me the
truth, even if I don't like it or want to hear it."

   "Yes sir," I promise knowing that this is part of the real him and not
the dominant act.

   "Next order of business," he says smiling.  "You have way too much
clothes on."

   I knew this was coming.  I wonder if I get to keep my underwear on or if
he's just going to parade me around naked?

   He walks to the closet and gets something.  He walks back in front of me
with a Victoria Secret bag.  "I didn't know if you would be sleeping over
again, but I figured if you did, you might want something a little more
comfortable," he says handing me the bag.  It's light and there can't be
much in it.  "Go to the bathroom and change," he tells me.

   "Yes sir," I say secretly excited to see what is in the bag.

   I start walking toward the bathroom when he adds, "And you're only
allowed to wear what's in the bag."

   I get to the bathroom and open it.  I don't know what to think at first.
I pull it out and it is a silk powder blue baby doll top.  I look quickly
and saw surprisingly that it is my size!  I notice a scrap of paper in the
bag.  The receipt says that it was bought just a few days ago.  I am
touched and think this is a little weird as I get undressed.  I follow his
instructions to the letter.  I am a little disappointed to find there were
no panties in the bag.  That means he wants me bare.  The lingerie comes
down just past the top of my thighs.  Standing straight up, it covers me
and my ass, but if I bend over or move much, he would get a good look at my
recently exposed skin.  I look in the mirror to check myself.  I run my
fingers though my hair and look at the top.  It supports my large chest
well, even though it is only made of silk.  My cleavage can't be missed,
but it looks very sexy.  He has good taste.  The shoulder straps are inch
wide silk material and I can feel half my back is open except a strap going
across that tightens just below my chest to accentuate my curves.  I don't
like to dress up like this for myself, but if any clothes were made to
convince a guy to have sex, this would be it.

   As I open the door heading back out to the living room, I felt the cook
air on my pussy and wonder how long I'll get to wear clothes at all. 
Coming back out to the living room, I find that A.J.  has changed as well.
Instead of his casual outfit he had, he's now wearing a plain white t-shirt
and the black draw string shorts that he let me wear last time.  He smiles
seeing me.  I am usually self conscious about showing my body.  For this
occasion, I guess I don't have much of a choice.

   "I'm happy to see it fit," he says getting up and coming over to me
appraisingly.  He openly stares at my chest and then brings his hand up and
finds my nipple easily.  "While you're like this, you are my toy.  You are
something for me to play with and get enjoyment from.  "

   "Yes sir," I say.  I don't know what he wants me to say, but his
describing me is turning me on.

   "So however I want you, you are going to do your best to make me happy,"
he says as his hand leaves my breast and reaches between my legs.

   I feel him put his hand on my mound and trace his finger along the
outside of my lips.  I shudder at his touch.  Shaving has made me so
sensitive that I have to take a breath just from his simple touch.  I have
to resist reaching out and putting my hands on him.

   "Now what should I do with you?" he asks as he starts rubbing my clit
slowly.  All of his features look like there isn't anything out of the
ordinary.  It's like he's ordering dinner, but his finger is feeling really
good so far.  He stops and brings his finger up to his mouth and puts it in
his mouth, sucking his finger for a moment.  "Very nice.  I'll have to get
a better taste in a little bit," he smiles and I can see he already has an
idea in mind.

   He moves to the couch and sits down.  "But first, maybe a demonstration
of your skills," he commands and points to the floor in front of him.  I
walk over to him as he quickly folds the fleece blanket and puts it in the
floor in front of him.  "Kneel," he says and now I see the reason for the
soft folded blanket.  Also I notice there is a towel on the couch that
there wasn't before.

   I think back to the wet spot I must have made last week.  I guess he
noticed it, too.

   "All women have breasts and pussy between their legs.  A guy can usually
get off even if she puts no effort out what-so-ever.  I want more.  I want
to see what you can do.  Can you make me cum?" he asks me and waits for an
answer.

   "I will try, Sir." I say.  The word sir is actually interesting. 
Actually, I can see that he is pleased by me using it so I am trying to
remember to say it.

   "I'm guessing you will need this then," he says and he stands.  "Remove
my shorts and underwear."

   I'm usually the one being undressed by a guy, but being put on my knees
and told to undress him is exciting.  I carefully pull the shorts over the
bulge inside.  By position, his dick pops up right in front of my face.  I
have no doubt this was done intentionally.

   His shorts fall to his ankles and I get my first look at his dick.  It's
standing up hard already.  He is circumcised with a dominate head on the
end.  It's about average size length, but it is thicker than most that I
have had.  I wrap my hand around it and squeeze slightly testing its size
and strength.  I start to stroke him as I run my other hand down beneath
his scrotum and start to massage his balls.  I haven't touched many guys
like this, but it does feel nice.  His skin feels so very soft.  His cock
is mere inches from my face.

   After a minute or two, he sits down on the couch, but keeps his knees
wide so I can continue.  I get comfortable and start a good rhythm.  He
smiles as he watches me, but I don't see any of the signs that guys usually
give off when they are close to cumming.  He reaches down my top and starts
caressing my breast with his hand.  His grasp is sure and confident.  There
is no hesitation in him as he finds my nipple and lightly pulls at it and
manipulates it to get hard.  After he is done with one, he does the same to
the other.  When he releases it and removes his hand, I can feel both my
nipples hard against the soft fabric of the silk top.  It feels so
different and exciting.

   "Now try that with your mouth," he says.  "I want to know if you're
tongue is as talented since I know already that you're a great kisser."

   I don't hesitate.  I knew from the moment that he told me to kneel that
this was where I would be.  I've done this before to guys and usually I am
good for them, or at least I've never had a complaint.  I envelope his head
with my lips getting the slight taste of pre-cum.  It's salty, but it
doesn't have a much of a taste.  I run my tongue on the underside of his
head.  Usually this has other men cumming in just minutes.  I look up at
him and see him just sitting back watching me with a smile on his face.  A
smile curves at my lips because I know that I'm pleasing him.

   He moans and I feel his dick flex, but I keep my hand holding it hostage
as my mouth continues to learn every inch of it.  I work my way down it.  I
turn my head sideways and suck the underside all the way down.  I use my
hand to stroke his dick as I take his balls in my mouth for a few moments
and suck on them.  He's very clean and I appreciate it.  He must have
gotten a shower just before I he picked me up.  There is still the odor of
his body wash on him.

   I move back up and start bobbing my head up and down trying to take his
dick further and further into my mouth.  Some guys like it that way.  It is
either the stimulation or the sight of a woman trying to take his full dick
into their mouth is usually enough to make most men pop.  I have given good
head before, but I've never done well in the deep throat category.  I relax
my jaw and try to take him deeply.  I feel his hand at the back of my head
and his fingers in my hair.

   I'm a little nervous.  If he pulls me down on him, I might gag.  I've
heard of girls throwing up or even not being able to breathe because a guy
would push themselves in too far.  I'm supposed to be his submissive.  If
he pushes me in harder, can I refuse?  Am I supposed to let him do that to
me?  Could I let him and not panic?

   I am thankful that he doesn't push or pull on my head.  He starts
playing with the back of my neck and enjoys running his fingers through my
hair.  It feels nice to have him touching me.  I can feel my breast rubbing
against his thighs and I admit that I press them a little harder against
him for more stimulation as I continue to work on his dick.

   I look up at him after about ten minutes of sucking on his dick and see
that he looks to be enjoying it.  He is not in enthralled in the waves of
ecstasy that I would like him to be.  My jaw is starting to get tired and I
think my tongue could use a break as well.

   "Would you swallow if I told you to?" he asks as his hand travels from
my hair to the side of my face.

   I slide his wet dick from my lips long enough to say, "Yes." It's not
something that I particularly enjoy, but I would let him.

   "Stop and sit up," he tells me.  His voice has the same authority as
before.  I'm a little disappointed that he's not breathing hard, not to
mention, it doesn't look like he's ready to cum.  I follow his instructions
and he stands up.  He steps out of his clothing that was around his ankles
and moves behind me.  "Put your hands out and lean onto the couch.  I want
your tits to not be on the couch.

   He helps me get into position with just a small touch here and there. 
In moments, my arms are folded beneath my chin, my breast are unsupported,
I'm up on my knees with my ass sticking in the air, and my back is arched
so that I feel exposed.  The material is hiding little to nothing of my
body.  He has my knees spread and the material has slid up my back.  My ass
and pussy are out for him to see.  What support there was for my breast
only holds them up, it does nothing to hold them against my body in this
position so they hang freely.  It is almost as if I have nothing on.  The
slightest movement makes my tits sway.  My arms are set up beneath my head
on the sofa.  He has total access to all of me and my arms are out of the
way.

   "Are..." I start to ask.  I feel his hand rubbing my ass and stray to my
crack occasionally.  "Are you going to take my ass?" I've never done anal
before and I don't know if I would tell him no, but I don't want to be
surprised.

   I feel him reach between my legs and start rubbing my clit.  "Is there
some reason I shouldn't?" he asks.  "Your body is mine.  If I want your
pussy," he runs his already wet finger to my entrance and pushes inside,
"your ass," he uses his other hand and squeezes my ass cheek enough to make
me tense and then let's go, "or the talented mouth of yours.  I will have
them.  You're not to say otherwise." He dips his finger into me a few times
and then moves it out of me and back to my clit area."

   I moan.  I don't know how to explain it, but A.J.  talking to me like
this is only excites me more.  When other guys have just taken what they
wanted from me, it didn't do this.  Having him verbalize it and tell me
that I'm just his toy is something totally different.

   He gets behind me and I can feel his dick press up against my ass lying
in my cleft.  He's not in any position to be on the inside, but I press
back to give him some stimulation.  His arm is wrapped around me with his
fingers dancing over my clit.  I feel the start of an orgasm after only a
minute or two of him having me pinned.  His dick is still slick with my
saliva.  His other hand finds its way to my hanging breast and starts
rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  As I start to cum and
press back against him, he takes hold of my breast with his whole hand and
I can feel his chest on my back as he leans in close to me.  I somehow stay
in the position that he wants me in, but I can't stop from rocking my hips
into him.  My breasts are swinging freely as I press back into him
rhythmically.

   "Now let's see if I can get a better taste of you," he says as I feel
his hands start to leave me.  I groan in frustration.  "Lie on the couch,
but keep those nice legs spread," he tells me.

   I lie down and spread my l legs lewdly for him.  I have my knees bent
and it makes my lips gape open to him.  I'm usually very careful about how
I display my body, but this is what he told me to do, or at least that's
what I tell myself.  He smiles at me as I watch him sit on the couch below
me.  My breathing is still labored.  I see his throbbing dick and wonder if
he's just going to take me like this.  God I wish he would.  Please let him
do that.

   He puts his hands on the inside of my thighs and spreads me wider.  He
leans down kisses my recently bald mound.  Then he starts to kiss downward.
My lips are already apart.  I'm sure he has an unobstructed view of my clit
hood if it's still in the way.  He didn't let me touch myself to find out.
As his tongue finds the top of my pink slit, I feel it my inner folds.  I
let out a moan.  He presses his tongue harder into me as he get to my clit.
My hood is very much out of the way as I feel him starts sucking directly
on my clit.  "Oh!" I cry out as I grab on tight to the fabric of the couch.
I have to grab onto something or I'm going to lose my mind.  I've only had
one man go down on me before and if this is any comparison, that guy never
had a clue what he was doing.  "Oh my God!" I whisper as I feel his soft
tongue lapping at my most sensitive spot.  If there was any part of my body
that could make me cry out for mercy, that is it.  And right now, I was
getting treated to the most wonderful feeling from it.

   Then he started sucking it into his mouth and I can feel is tongue going
back and forth across it.  I almost double over grabbing his head as the
orgasm takes me.  I pull him into me hard as I ride the wave of exquisite
pleasure.

   A.J.  doesn't stop, though.  He runs his tongue down to my entrance and
presses his tongue inside me for a moment.  Then he slides it back up to my
swollen clit that I can feel pulsing with the beat of my heart.  When he
touches it again, it's electric and I arch my back.

   "Please," I beg him in between breathes.  "Please fuck me, A.J." I've
never done that before.  I've never been so desperate to have a man inside
me that I would beg him, but I can't stand it.  His dick is just sitting
there straight up between his legs.  I can see it.  It's long and fat and I
need it.  I reach down for it.  Maybe if I stroke him and pull him to me,
he'll quit messing with me and just do it.

   As I lean up, I feel his hand on my shoulder holding me back.  I look
over and see him staring at me.  "I told you to lie down.  I meant it."

   I groan in frustration as I let him push me back down on my back.  He
breaks eye contact and goes back to feasting on my clit.  I submit to him.
I let him do whatever he wants.  I want him so much to fuck me, but he
doesn't seem in any rush.  I cum twice more to him sucking on my clit and
running his tongue up and down my slit.  He looks like he loving it.  His
hands massage my outer lips and play and tease my clit when he's not
sucking on it.

   After about thirty minutes I am almost spent.  My body refuses to cum
anymore after four major orgasms and small ones that were too numerous to
count.  He senses it, too and brings his body above me.  He still has his
white t-shirt on and he let me keep my powder blue top on.  He kisses me
deeply and I feel his chest against me.  I feel him press his erection
against my pelvis, but not to where it would go inside me.  I reach down
and grab it to help guide him inside me.  He pulls back.

   "No," he tells me.  "I'm not going to do that like this.  You're still
my slave and I'm not going to take you like that."

   I'm breathing hard again having him that close to being in me.  "The
release me, Master, and I'll still let have me," I tell him.  I'm still not
thinking straight.  I almost forgot we were playing his submissive game.

   He smiles mischievously.  "I think I'm going to enjoy myself for a while
first.  Once I release you, I may never get this opportunity again.  I
think I'll have some fun for a while." He gets up and goes to the
entertainment center and changes the DVD.  "Sit up," he tells me.

   I sit up being careful to make sure my bottom is still on the towel that
he set out for me.  He comes back to the couch.  "Do you need any food or
drink?" he asks me.

   Actually, I do need something to drink.  "Yes, Sir.  I could use some
water, please."

   "You are allowed to go get it," he tells me.  He reaches out his hand to
help me stand.

   Okay.  I thought he was going to get me something, like a gentleman, but
I guess as a submissive, this changes the rules.  Now I'm being `allowed'
to go get a drink.  I smile understanding that this is still part of the
game.  "Yes, Sir.  Would you like something, Master?" I ask playfully as I
get up.

   "Yes, there is soda in the refrigerator.  Please get me one," he tells
me as he sits down.

   I get a bottle of water for me and a soda for him.  Both are cold from
being in the refrigerator.  As I come back in the living room, I take
notice that he didn't get dressed; he's still naked from the waist down. 
His erection hasn't gone down any, but he doesn't seem to notice it.

   I hand him his drink and take a long drink of my own.  He takes the
water from me once I have the cap back on.  "You will stretch out on the
couch and with your head in my lap.  You will continue to work on my dick
until I am satisfied.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes sir," I say happily.  I want him satisfied.  Or at least, I want
him to want it enough that he'll put it in me.

   I lie down and his hand immediately finds its way below the fabric of my
top.  He starts playing with my breast and teasing the nipple as soon as I
get settled.  My head is near his erection, but I use my hand to try to
jack him off.  I look at the screen and he turned on some low budget porn
rip off properly titled "Lord of the G-String".  I work on him as he
appears to be watching the movie.  His hand tells me that his mind is on
me. I don't usually watch porn.  This one is so comical that I don't think
it could even be rated soft-core except for all the bared breasts in it.

   I work on him and even stuck on his dick slowly.  It stays hard.  After
about twenty minutes, I feel him recline pressing his hips out further:
finally a sign that I am making progress.  A few minutes of me sucking on
him more produces a moan from him.  He runs his fingers through my hair and
I feel him caressing the top of my head.

   "I'll give you a choice.  Are you willing to swallow or would you rather
not?" He says and I can hear him breathing hard.

   I stop sucking on him, but continue using my hand to pump his hard
shaft. "I will swallow if you command me to, but I would rather not if I
have a choice, Master," I say and put my lips back on the crown of his
dick. I just realize that I've been calling him master.  I don't know where
it came from, but it seems to make him happy.  It just seemed to fit our
game.

   "Sit up, remove your top, and use your hands to make me cum," he tells
me.

   I don't hesitate.  Most guys wouldn't care and given the chance would
shoot their seed in a girl's mouth in a heartbeat.  I'm glad he's not like
most guys.  I sit up and pull my silky top over my head allowing him a full
view of my breasts.  I start massaging him again.  He paws at my breasts,
but is gentle.  He seems to like caressing the underside of them.  Somehow
that area is sensitive to his light touch.  I hear him groan and his dick
pulses in my hand as I stroke him.  It grows larger for a few seconds and
then erupts with his white seed.  The first shot explodes into the air and
lands up on the chest of his shirt.  The second blasts almost as high.  I
continue to pump up and down his shaft as he stares at my body.  My breasts
sway with my movement.  I notice him watching me.  I'm self conscious, but
I don't make any attempt to cover myself.  He wants to see me and that is
what he's going to get.  I slow my movements and after five shots, his dick
throbs in my hand, but starts to calm and slowly soften.

   "Now kiss me," he tells me.  I lean over and kiss him with all that I
have.  Taste his lips, his tongue, the trace flavor of cherry from the
Pepsi I brought him.  I feel my chest rub against him and some of his gooey
love juice smears on me, but I don't care.  It's still warm and I wish he
would have done it in me.

   He removes my hand from his dick mid kiss.  I finally pull back from our
kiss.  I look deeply into his eyes and hope what I see there is the emotion
I want.

   "I release you from my service," he says and picks up my hand and kisses
the top of it.

   I lean over and kiss him deeply again.  I know it sounds weird, but I
feel different.  I kiss him now freely and not because I'm his.  I hold him
tight for a few minutes.  I almost wish he wouldn't have released me.  That
would mean that he'd have more planned for me.

   He removes his cum soaked shirt and sits with me on the couch naked.  He
turns me back around and has me lay back against him.  We are both naked
and I pull the blanket back over myself.  I snuggle up against him as much
as possible.  He's radiating heat, either naturally or post orgasmic. 
Either one is still nice in my book.  He turns it back to "The Walking
Dead" and starts the next episode as we stay together quietly for several
minutes.  His arm is back around me.  It drifts back and forth from my
stomach to my breasts, but doesn't seem to be doing more than light
touches.

   "So that is what it's like?" I ask him.

   "What is like?" he asks affectionately as he leans over and kisses the
back of my head through my hair.

   "Being a submissive," I say.  I have all kinds of thoughts running
around my head.  I thought it was all about kneeling, getting spanked, and
being tied up.

   "It's different with different people.  I think the main thing behind it
is giving up control.  While like that, you have no control of what
happens. The person in charge decides what happens.  The submissive can
only obey.  If they don't, then they get punished, which is what some
people like."

   "I thought you'd have me tied to a bed or something," I tease him.

   I feel him hold me tighter.  "I thought about it, but if I have to tie
you up, then I've lost control of you.  I want you to willingly submit to
me.  If I have to tie you up, then you aren't giving up control, I'm taking
control from you," he says.  But then I feel him kiss my ear lobe.  "But if
you want to try being bound, maybe I can think of a few ways for next
time."

   My mind spins at that thought: next time.  Did I want there to be a next
time?  Would I do this for him again?  Did I enjoy being his submissive or
was it just something to try?  I wanted to ask him about it, but I couldn't
bring myself to say.  I wasn't sure how I felt about it.  I do know that I
had a wonderful time and he has done more to satisfy me than any other man
so far in my life.  I relax against him trying to watch the show, but my
head was nowhere near the storyline on the television.

   I let out a content sigh.  I feel naked, even though I'm covered with
the blanket.  "So do I have to get dressed now that the game is over?"

   "No," he says playfully.  "I'm happy with you just the way you are."

   After that, I really do relax.  It's nice to be able to just be with him
like this.  Not many guys like to snuggle after sex, or whatever it was
that we just did.  It wasn't exactly sex, but it was still good.  After the
episode ends, I check the time and it really is getting late.  I start to
feel drowsy and he asks if I want to stay the night.  I have to babysit
early and really wish I could.  I get dressed while I still have the energy
and he gets his clothes back on.

   He takes my hand as he leads me out to his car.  He opens my door and is
back to being a gentleman again.  It's weird that he's different when he
played my master.  I can see that there is two sides of him and I think I
like them both.  He tells me that he can be my ride to Wild Horse tomorrow
night.  That way I can drink and not have to worry about driving.  He walks
me to my door and gives me a long goodnight kiss.  God I wish I didn't have
things to do tomorrow!  He waits until I'm inside before he leaves.

   As his car pulls out of the driveway, the events of the evening wash
over me and I just feel exhausted.  He really does take a lot of out of me.
I head to bed with him in my head.

   Chapter 4

   The day went slowly, but I made it through it.  I tried again to dress
casual, but I still wanted to look good for him.  Tonight, I chose a
t-shirt and jeans.  I figure if he wants me out of it, he knows how to do
it so does it really matter if I wear something that advertises my body to
him?

   When I answer the door, I feel instantly underdressed.  He's in a
button-up plaid blue shirt.  The collar is flared out; it's tucked in with
a black belt holding his jeans snugly against him.  I want to run in and
change into a better shirt.  We had been to the Wild Horse a dozen times,
but it looks like he is dressed for a date.  I wish I would have thought of
that.  He smiles as he looks me up and down as he whistles at me.  "I just
don't get tired of seeing you.  You're beautiful," he compliments making me
blush.

   I feel embarrassed.  My shirt is one of my better ones, but I would so
much rather be wearing a blouse or at least one of my v-neck shirts for
him. I usually don't do skirts or dresses, but if he keeps this up, I might
have to learn.  "Thank you," I say blushing.  He takes my hand and we kiss
briefly before he whisks me away to his car.

   We get there at about eight-thirty.  There is a party going on.  It's
someone's birthday and they have a decent crowd.  A.J.  tells me that for
tonight I can pick his songs.  He keeps telling me that I should sing a
duet with him, but even though I'm confident enough to be naked in front of
him, somehow singing in front of people with him still intimidates me.  I
pick several songs that I like.  He sings some "Baby Your Baby" by George
Strait, and "I'll Be" by Edwin McCain for me.  I love to hear him sing. 
Kim is bartending so I sneak off to see her a few times.  She sees A.J. 
singing to me and teases me saying that I have him wrapped around my
finger. I haven't had a chance to tell her what happened last night.  I'm
not sure if I'm going to give her all of the details, but I don't want to
tell her anything here with all these people around.

   I have several drinks and I'm pretty buzzed.  Time has flown while we've
been talking and he dances with me for several slow songs, including
"Wonderful Tonight" when someone sings it.  He feels so good when we dance
pressed against each other.  It's like we're the only two out on the dance
floor and I lay my head on his shoulder.  It seems like the perfect
evening. I head to the bathroom to relieve myself wondering if he is going
to try to take me back to his place afterward.  I intentionally cleared my
schedule for Friday morning so that I could stay over this time.

   After I'm done in there and checking myself in the mirror, I notice a
girl in there watching me.  She's got straight dark blonde hair that goes
down her back.  She's shorter than I am, her face is cute and her overall
body is smaller than mine but not petite.  She's wearing a dark top and
black jeans.  The contrast of the dark colors and her light skin are
excellent and make the small bits of skin that can be seen above her
v-neck, mid-drift, and half way down her arms really work together well. 
"Alexander is really nice, isn't he?" she says to me.

   "Who?" I ask not recognizing the name.

   "Alexander," she says not exactly smiling at me.  "The guy you've been
flirting with all night."

   "A.J.?" I ask.  She nods as she looks to be checking her makeup in the
mirror.  "Yeah, he really is a nice guy." I'm suddenly suspicious of this
woman.  She looks like she could be in her late twenties, but her body type
is small and it's hard to tell.  What does she know about him?  And why did
she call him Alexander?  Everyone here has always called him A.J., even his
Aunt.

   "Actually, he's better than nice.  I would use the word earth-shattering
to describe some of the times with him," she says and watches me for a
reaction.

   I am instantly sober.  This girl is a complete stranger and if I had to
describe A.J.  with a word, that would fit, but there could only really be
one way for her to know that.  I go on the defensive.  "So what?  Are you
the ex-wife who has come to tell me to get away?" I say accusingly.

   She smiles and that makes me even more uneasy as she touches up her
makeup.  "Oh no.  I never had that place in his life.  I wanted it, but it
didn't work.  I'm the girl he broke," she says flatly.

   I'm at a loss, my defenses against her suddenly down.  "What do you mean
broke?"

   She looks at me knowingly.  "I thought I could find another like him.  I
wanted someone who could satisfy me like he could, but without his rules
and games," she pauses.  "I've never found one even close."

   "So are you here to tell me to watch out because you're after him
again?" I say getting my attitude back.

   The girl looks back at her own reflection.  "No, I'm sure he's done with
me.  I messed that up myself.  I'm here to warn you.  Has he `played' with
you yet?" she asks looking at me for an answer.

   I take an uncomfortable breath.  That's what A.J.  had called our
session last night.  She does know him, more than me apparently.

   She takes the silence as confirmation.  "And have you had sex with him?"

   "No," I say softly.  I don't know why I'm telling this girl anything,
but she seems to know what she's talking about and him intimately.  "What?
Why is that important?"

   She turns and looks me in the eyes.  She truly looks concerned for me.
There is no jealousness in her features.  "You know how he rocks your
world?"

   I nod scared of what she's going to say.  I don't want there to be a bad
side to A.J.  I like him too much.

   "Well, that is what he's going to want from you.  If you're not as
earth-shattering to him in bed as he is for you, then it's not going to
last.  That's what he wants in a woman." She turns back and I look at her
face through the reflection.  "If you're not that when it comes to sex,
then you might as well not make any future plans for him.  He won't be with
you long." Her features turn caring again.  "I just don't want you to have
to go through what I have for the last ten years.  If you're not that way
for him, you might think about stopping things now.  It would probably be
easier." She looks sad, but walks out the bathroom door leaving me there.

   I stare at my reflection.  I think I might cry.  My face looks almost
ready to cry.  Could I really lose him that easily?  What if she's right?
Is that why he's been hesitant to have sex with me?  Could everything she
said be true?  She knew way too much about him to be guessing.

   I shake my head having the silent conversation with my reflection.  No,
he is here with me tonight.  I don't know who that girl is, but she doesn't
know a thing about me.  If she wasn't his wife, then even if he was with
her, it had to be years ago.  He can't be the same as he was then.  That
girl is just trying to get in on him after seeing he's single.  That has to
be it.  I compose my features and head back out to our table.

   I get into my seat beside him and scoot close to him.  I grab his hand
possessively, like it might be the last time I get to feel his warmth.  I
down my drink quickly.  He politely gets me another, seeing my empty cup. I
down that one rather fast, too.  I don't want to think.  He has his arm
around me and it comforts me a little.  I don't tell him about running into
his ex-girlfriend.  I try to talk like everything is normal, but he seems
to know that something is wrong.  He asks several times, but I keep telling
him that everything is fine.  I finally find the girl that ambushed me in
the ladies room.  She's at the far end of the bar playing pool with another
girl.  She doesn't come near us or try to talk to him.  It doesn't look as
if A.J.  notices her, either.

   As I'm downing my third glass after coming out of the ladies room, I
start to relax a little.  His arm around me is comforting and the way he
smiles at me somehow makes my heart tighten.  Could I lose his affection if
that girl is right?  "By the way, what does A.J.  stand for?" I ask
casually.

   "Alexander Junior," he tells me and says that he shortened it in school.
I smile, but inside I groan.  The girl had called him Alexander.  The
confirmation of that wiped away the last doubt that the girl was making it
all up.

   I savor every touch.  He flirts with me like normal, touching my neck,
and his hand even rubs the top of my leg under the table a time or two.  We
dance to a few more songs and I hold him like it might be our last slow
dance each time.  I want to tell him what the girl said to me and ask him
if it's true.  I'm scared of what he might say.  If it is true, it might be
the reason we haven't had sex, yet.

   I think about last night.  It took so long to pleasure him.  I can
usually get a guy off in just a few minutes by sucking on him, and even
that had seemed to take an excessively long time.  He had me cumming so
fast and hard.  I don't know if I can do that for him.  If that is what he
wants, I want to be that girl for him, but I don't know how.  And if his
ex-girlfriend is right, if sex with me isn't like that for him, am I going
to get another try to prove myself for him?

   I talk, laugh, and try to act like everything is fine.  A few times, he
kisses me and tells me that my mind was wandering and he just wanted to
kiss me back into the present.  I savor the taste of his kiss and want to
remember it for as long as I can.  I keep feeling like every experience
with him is going to be the last.  It hurt my heart to think of it.  I
didn't know how I really felt about him until the thought of losing him
came up.

   As much as I tried, I couldn't get much of a buzz going again.  The end
of the night came way too fast.  On the car ride back to town, he asks if I
would like to spend the night at his place or if I needed to go home.  I
forgot to mention to him that I cleared my schedule so that if things went
well, I could be with him.  Now that idea scares me.  I tell him that I
need to be home because I have stuff to do in the morning.  He says maybe
next time and turns toward my house.  I need time to think about things and
sort out all the thoughts in my head.  He walks me up to my door like
normal.  When he kisses me goodnight, I don't let him go.  I'm on edge of
telling him my fears of losing him, but at the last second, I just kiss him
again, and tell him good night.  He lets me get inside before he goes back
to his car.

   I close the door and my tears are rolling down my cheeks before let go
of the handle.  I know it's stupid.  We haven't been dating long enough for
me to have feelings for him like this.  I go directly to bed and pull the
covers over me tight.  I hope that if I cover myself enough that it'll keep
me safe from the horrible thoughts.

   I try to tell myself that I shouldn't feel like this.  He's with me
right now and nothing has changed.  I'm the one he took out tonight and no
one else.  I was the one who was with him last night.  He spent all night
singing to me.

   And yet, my doubts and fears bleed in.  How long did I have left with
him?  If I can rock his world then great.  What if I can't?  I haven't been
with that many guys.  None of which had been exceptional.  Sure, they all
told me I was good in bed, but none of them stuck around very long.  And as
far as sex goes, I don't really feel that I've had that much experience. 
A.J.  had been introducing me to so much new stuff between his stories and
our new submissive game.  How was I supposed to know how to please him?

   I just didn't want to get my heart broke again.  I really care for A.J.
I don't want to lose the first nice guy who could satisfy me. Sleep creeps
up on me and I thank it when it takes hold of me and releases me from my
own thoughts.

   Chapter 5

   The next day, I can handle my emotions better.  I get a text at about
noon asking me if I'm okay and if I slept well from him.  Just his text
makes a mix of emotions in me.  I still can't bring myself to say anything
about my worries.

   He tells me that his son is staying with him for the week.  He asks me
to be understanding with him.  He doesn't feel that it would be good for
his son to see him with his girlfriend this soon after the separation.  He
says that his son is staying until Thursday morning.  He apologizes to me,
but says he will stay in touch with texting and Facebook.

   I tell him that I understand.  And I really do.  My parents are
divorced. I didn't know how to feel when each of them started dating other
people.  At least he gave me warning before I just showed up on his
doorstep and found myself in an awkward situation.

   Actually, I am a little glad because this gives me time to think about
things as well.  I need to sort out my feelings for him.  Last night had
been very emotional.  Today, I felt like I am in control again and not at
the mercy of my heart.  I re-read the message that I got from him and
suddenly notice something that makes my heart jump again.  He had called me
his girlfriend!  We hadn't talked about it, but my emotions hit a high
looking at that word in print on my phone.

   I wanted to print that screen out and frame it on my bedroom wall.  He
had called me his girlfriend!  I didn't know exactly what it means, but it
is enough to put in a good mood for the rest of the week.



   All week we message back and forth.  We gave updates on what we were up
to.  He spends a lot of time with his son, and I knew that was going to
happen.  He sends me little messages like "missing you" and "wish you were
here" stuff.

   Monday, when I go out to get the mail, I find a card from him in the
mailbox.  It is a "Thinking of You" card and handwritten in it says, "I
can't get you out of my head.  I'm counting the hours until Thursday night
when I can see you again.  You don't know what you do to me when you're not
even here!  I'll see you soon, A.J." There is no address, stamp, or post
mark on it.  That means he hand delivered it to my house.  I mentally kick
myself.  Maybe if I was paying attention, I could have seen him for a few
minutes.  Over the next few days, I watch to see if he comes back to drop
another note to me, but it doesn't happen.

   Kim finally has time for me on Tuesday.  Usually we talk about every
other day, but this week, she's been swamped.  I decide not to hold back
anything from her.  I spill everything to her, my first day with him, the
fun night of submission, the night at the bar, and the warning that I got
from the girl in the bathroom.  She's patient and listens for all of it
before she decides to tell me her words of wisdom.

   She takes a bite of a red licorice while looking at me.  I wait thinking
that if she doesn't say something soon, I'm going to yank the red piece out
of her hand.  "So all this and you still haven't got laid?"

   My jaw drops open.  "That's it?  That's all you took from that story?" I
say laughing at my best friend.

   She busts up laughing at my reaction.  "I think it's sweet!" she says
smiling honestly at me.  "He sound nice, but what is with all the extra sex
stuff?  Why can't he be like any other guy and just be interested in what's
between your legs.  Isn't the rule that as long as they get that, then
they're supposed to stay happy?  Why does he have to complicate it?"

   I hug my pillow tight as I look out my window at the falling snow
flakes. It's almost April and it's snowing.  The world really is going
crazy.  "Because he's not like other guys, Kim.  He's warm, he's nice, he's
sexy," I say putting a little too much emphasis on the last word as
memories of us naked on his couch together go through my head.

   "So what?" she says pulling me from the memory.  "He's weird.  Buying
you clothes.  Having you be his sex slave.  That stuff just screams weirdo
to me.  Yeah, I admit, he hasn't made you do anything I haven't done with
guys normally, but a safe word, really?  It just seems different," she says
taking another bite and tearing it away.  She hands me a piece out of the
bag in her lap.

   "But what if I like it?" I say taking a bite of my piece.  I chew the
rubbery treat for a moment.  "I know the slave thing is different.  But he
was nice, and I had fun doing it.  He could have made me do all kinds of
weird stuff, but he didn't." I told her that he made me orgasm, but didn't
tell her that he took his time torturing my clit with his tongue doing it.

   She moves over next to me and puts her arm around me, bouncing on the
bed doing it.  "Then I would say, keep him." I look over at her for
support. "It's been a while since you had a nice guy and so far, he sounds
fun.  You just have to make sure that by the time you're done with him,
he's the one that will be broken for other women!" she says as she smiles
and squeezes my boob playfully.

   I push her hand away playfully.  Kim is my best friend and I know she's
being supportive.  She heads toward the kitchen.  I shake my head.  That
girl always seems to be snacking and never seems to put on a pound. 
Someday I'll ask her what her secret is, but for now, I think about what
she said.  I could do that.  I could be the one to make him happy.

   My confidence builds until time to get ready to go out Thursday night. I
sleep late so that I have enough energy in the case that he wants to go
back to his place.  I dress up a little learning from last week.  He may
have called me his girlfriend, but I still want to show him that I'm
attractive.

   When I open the door, I see him standing there and it feels like weeks
since I've seen him.  He's got a dark red button up shirt.  The jeans and
jet black belt give him just a bit of a casual look.  I see the look in his
eyes as he gets a good look at my nice blue top.  It has just enough of a
neckline to let guys see some of my neck without giving them an eyeful of
my cleavage.  The neckline and shoulders have extra frilly material that is
really cute.  I let him see me before I put my jacket on over it and am
rewarded with a big smile from him.

   "You look wonderful," he says as he steps up and kisses me on the lips.
The look in his eye tells me that I made the right selection.

   I kiss him and don't move to leave.  I could stay content to kiss him in
my doorway all night if I weren't getting cold.  He takes my hand and leads
me down my steps after I close the door.  Then again, if I were cold, I'm
sure he could warm me up!  That thought makes me smile even broader as he
opens and closes the car door for me.

   On the way to Wild Horse, he tells me that a few of his friends said
they might join us tonight, but he didn't know for sure if they would make
it or not.  I'm a little disappointed that it's not going to just be me and
him, but I tell him that it's okay.  Why should it matter?  I have him. 
And he was there when I was with my friends.  It shouldn't be a problem.

   When we arrive, there is a little bit of a crowd.  His friends are
already there and have one of the big tables close to the dance floor.  As
we walk up, one of the guys get up and welcomes A.J.  with handshake that
turns into a hug.

   "There you are.  I thought you weren't going to make it," he tells A.J.
Then he notices that A.J.  is holding my hand.  "And who is this nice young
lady?"

   I blush a little at the compliment.  "This is Stacy.  Stacy, this is
Marcus, one of my best friends."

   I shake his hand.  "Nice to meet you," I say trying to be polite and
A.J. leads me over to the table.  Oh, boy: lots of people.  There are five
of them: two men and three women.  He pulls out a seat for me and then sits
down next to me as he makes introductions: Marcus and his wife, Emily, Josh
and his wife Sarah, and Erica who seems to be Sarah's best friend.

   "Wow, it's been a long time," he says to them.  The music is a little
lower tonight so I can actually hear the most of the conversation.

   "A year or two at least," Josh chimes in holding a beer up for A.J. 
There is a bucket of beer and ice on the table and most of everyone have
drinks in front of them.

   "No thanks," he says as he gets up.  He turns to me.  "What would you
like, Stacy?"

   "Umm, vodka and mountain dew," I tell him and he's gone to the bar in a
flash.

   There are a few different conversations going on around the table, but I
can only hear a few over the music.  Sarah who is sitting across from me
hanging onto Josh's arm leans over and says, "So how do you know Tripp?"

   Tripp?  I look at the table again after realizing who she means.  Last
names!  Military!  Sure enough, the guys had military style haircuts like
A.J.  and the girls all three looked trim and athletic.  I realize they are
his army buddies.  I suddenly feel way out of place.  "He and I met here a
while back," I tell her.

   "Wow," she says looking at me.  "I knew he did the karaoke thing.  He
even ran one in Iraq with us.  Whatever camp we went to he would set one
up."

   "Really?" I say actually curious.

   "Yeah, and surprisingly, it was a bit hit," Sarah tells me and I have to
lean over toward her to hear her.

   As A.J.  comes back to the table, he hands me my drink and I see he has
soda.  I make a mental note that someday I'm going to have a real drink
with him.  I know he'll never drink and drive so as long as I get to drink,
he won't.  He never seems to mind it, though.  Before he sits down, Erica
(I think her name is) gets up and gives him a hug.  She's got short dark
brown hair and a round face.  She's dressed pretty plain in a purple shirt
and jeans.

   They have a quick conversation and she has a slip of paper in her hands,
the one that used put in our song request on for the karaoke.  A.J.  looks
at it and then smiles at her and nods.  I see her face light up and she
turns to take it to Geno (our KJ) near the stage.  I don't like the way she
looked at A.J.  and I definitely didn't like seeing her hug him!

   A.J.  sits down beside me and settles with his arm on the back of my
chair.  Marcus, A.J., and Josh immediately start talking and catching up. I
can only hear part of the conversation because of the music.  Some of it is
current stuff and some of the conversation is about military stuff that I'm
not familiar with.  Erica comes back to the table and takes a drink from
her beer.  She chats with Sarah right next to her and I can't hear any of
what is said.  A.J.  is at the end of the table across from Josh and the
two of them seem to have a lot to talk about.  He tries to talk where I can
hear and he keeps his arm around me.

   "Next up, we have a new singer: Erica.  And bring A.J.  along with you,"
Geno announces over the sound system.  A.J.  kisses my cheek as he gets up,
but Erica waits for him at the end of the table.  They walk to the stage
together.

   I get a sinking feeling about this as I watch them both take
microphones. The music starts and the song is familiar, but I don't think
I've ever heard two people sing it karaoke.  The song is "Cruise" by
Gwyneth Paltrow and Huey Lewis.  They are great at it, too good actually.
Their harmonies, entrances, cut offs, and even their movements look like
they've done this before.  "Wow," I say impressed but I really am starting
to feel jealous.

   Sarah leans over as she hears my amazement.  "This is nothing," she
tells me.  "They use to sing together all the time.  They had about a dozen
duets they use to do.  They were so good that they didn't need the music or
the words.  He would just grab a guitar and they would sing together."

   "Wow," I say again.  I listen as they finish their second chorus and
have no doubt.  They do sound great together.  I also notice the way that
Erica looks when she looks over at him.  They look at each other while they
sing and I know that part of it is because of timing.  But it doesn't look
like that's all there is to it for Erica, or him for that matter.  I lean
closer to Sarah.  "Is Erica attached?"

   She shakes her head.  "She use to be, but she got divorced a few years
ago after we got back from Iraq.  Her and her husband just didn't work
out." She regards her friend on stage.  "Actually, it was the best thing
for her.  She wasn't really happy with him once she came back."

   I sit back in my chair and take a drink as the song finishes.  I have an
idea of why that could be true.  He sits beside me we talk a little bit. 
He asks me a few times if I would like to sing with him on his turn, but I
tell him no.  I keep an eye on Erica, but she drinks, laughs, and is
involved with the group conversation.

   On the first slow dance song, I grab A.J.'s hand and pull him out on the
dance floor.  I don't know why, but I'm desperate to have his arms around
me again.  The floor is full of dancers.  Josh is with Sarah, and Emily is
with Marcus out there swaying to the music with us.  I press myself against
A.J.'s strong frame and hold him tight.  As we slowly spin, I glance over
at our table.  Erica isn't there.  I know it's childish, but I wanted her
to see him with me.  I wanted her to know that he is mine tonight. 
Unfortunately, I didn't get that satisfaction.

   A few minutes after the song is over, she returns from the ladies room.
She looks like she touched up her makeup a little.  Her blush looks like it
has traces of glitter, too.  They share a few more beers, exchange stories,
and I go through several drinks.  Each time my glass is empty, A.J.  gets
me another.  I rub his arm on the table and keep my chair close to him,
especially when he's involved in telling one of his stories to the group. I
want him to know that I'm there, even though I'm sitting as close as I can
to him.

   His turn to sing comes up, and because there are quite a few singers
tonight, he told Erica that he would sing with her.  They sing another
duet, "Love Lift Us Up Where We Belong." They sound so good together that
it's painful for me to hear.

   I decide that I've had enough.  I go to the bar and ask Kim to make my
drink a strong one.  Kim is working and eyes me questionably.  She hands me
the cup that is more vodka than anything else.  "Is everything okay?"

   I finally let my irritation show.  "Why shouldn't it be?  My boyfriend
has just sung one of the most romantic duets with a girl who he spent a
year with overseas." I take a long drink and have to let out a breath. 
Wow, it is more vodka than I'm use to.  Kim really did make it strong for
me.  "And at that table over there, I fit in about as well as a nun in a
brothel.  So I'm going to enjoy myself," I tell her forcing a smile and
hold up the glass like I'm giving a toast.

   I get back to the table and decide that A.J.  is mine!  I grab his arm
making sure that everyone can see it.  At one point I lay my head on his
shoulder.  He kisses the top of my head and my forehead affectionately
while he listens to the conversation, but I'm not satisfied with that.  At
the close of the next slow dance, I lay a lip lock on him that take his
breath away.  When he pulls back, I see a look of concern on him.

   "Are you okay?" he asks concerned and looks me in the eye.

   "No, I need to leave," I tell him sincerely.  I have drained the cup
that Kim gave me and can feel that I'm a few steps into drunk, but I know
what I want.

   He keeps a grip on my hand as we go back to the table.  He tells his
friends bye and grabs our jackets.  He helps me put mine on and opens the
door for me when we leave the bar.  I look back and see that his group has
gone back to their conversations except for Erica who watches us leave. 
The cool air helps me focus.  He opens the car door for me and I get in
quickly.

   As we start on the highway back to town, I reach my hand over and feel
his crotch.  I squeeze and feel a bulge start to form.  "I need you to take
me to your place," I tell him.  I can feel the alcohol in my system, but
part of me needs him.  I need him to take me.  It's not a want anymore, but
a need as much as I feel that I need to breath.  I need to know that he is
with me and no one else.

   "Are you really okay?" he asks with concern looking over at me.

   "I'm fine," I tell him.  As we approach his house in silence, I try to
rub him through his pants.  I think I'm getting a reaction, but I can't
tell.  Every time I think of Erica and him on stage or how her arms went
around him, I just need him more.

   The moment that we are inside his house, I attack him.  That's as close
to a word that I can describe it.  I plant my lips on his and my hands
automatically starts trying to pull his shirt off.

   His hands stop me and he pulls back.  "Something definitely wrong," he
tells me, but he doesn't look mad, just concerned.  "What happened?  Did
someone say something to you or something?"

   "No, I just want you," I say and take my shirt off in one move in front
of him.  Then I press myself against him as I wrap my arms around him.  I
start kissing his neck and feel my bra covered chest press against him.

   He pulls back again shaking his head.  "Well something doesn't seem
right here.  How much did you drink?" he asks me.

   "No," I tell him and I'm starting to lose patients.  "I want you.  Do
whatever you like.  Make me your slave again, tie me up, make me jump
through whatever hoops you need, but I need you to make love to me!"

   "Okay," he accepts and he reaches out to take my hand.  He walks me to
his bedroom.

   I was aggressive in his living room but I let him lead here.  He pulls
me close into a hug and I feel his fingers unclasp my bra.  I silently say
thank you to whatever God listens to horny girls.  He pulls away from me
and I look down and see him unbutton my jeans.  He unzips them and I let
him lower them.  He takes my shoes off and then my jeans off of each leg. I
have to put my hand on his shoulder to steady myself.  Then, leaving me in
my pink panties, he kisses me and I feel his arms wrap around me.  After a
minute or so of tasting his tongue and enjoying it chasing mine, I feel his
hands come to rest on the waistband of my panties.  He slides them down my
legs and I step out of them.  He playfully assists me with my short socks
while he's down there.

   As he stands back up his hand travels up the inside of my leg and comes
to rest on my slit.  Normally I might be embarrassed for how wet I am right
now for him, but not with the alcohol and hormones flowing through my
blood. He walks me to the bed and pulls down the dark blue blanket and the
soft sheets underneath.

   I lay down for him and open my legs invitingly.  He still has my hand
for a moment, but then releases it to take of his shirt.  He quickly
undresses in front of me and I'm happy to see his dick standing tall and
proud when released from his boxer shorts.  He steps close to the bed and
my hand goes immediately to his cock.  I start massaging it and pumping it.
I feel his hand between my legs and two fingers enter me easily as he leans
down and kisses my lips again.

   "No," I tell him as I feel him start teasing my clit.  "No toying with
me.  Just take me."

   He leans down and kisses my lips as I feel his body moving over mine. 
The bed dips a little with our combined weight as he kneels between my
legs. His fingers spread my outer lips and expose my inner pink softness to
the air.  "As you wish," he tells me as I feel him rub the head of his cock
up and down my slit twice before placing it just inside my opening.

   "Yes," I moan as I feel it entering me slowly.  I latch onto his
shoulder and hip to try to pull him deeper inside me, but he slowly eases
it into me.  I feel him go deeper and deeper as the empty ache inside of me
begins to be filled by him.  I know what I want and I won't be happy unless
I make him cum.  "We need protection," I whisper.  I hate to stop him at a
time like this and think about just telling him to pull out when the time
comes.

   He continues to sink into me.  He isn't long enough to bottom me out,
but it is thick enough that I and feel him and I squeeze his member testing
the size.  He moans feeling my muscles clench him.  "Wow.  Please keep
doing that!  It felt wonderful."

   I flex my pussy again and hear him moan again.  "Protection," I remind
him teasingly.

   He pulls out of me and suddenly it's like a vacuum inside of me.  I felt
his girth but it is even more of a shock when he pulls out.  I feel
suddenly hollow.  He reaches into his nightstand and pulls a condom.  He
quickly puts it on and then reaches back in the nightstand removing
something that resembles a child's toy.  It has a small pink cylinder
attached to a wire and Velcro strap at the other end.

   He pushes his dick back into me.  It slides in and I feel full again. 
He starts pushing in and out of me as he puts the Velcro strap around his
hand.

   What he's doing feels good but I'm curious about what he has in mind. 
Regardless, the need that I have between my legs is slowly working its way
to an orgasm so as long as he keeps doing that, I'll be fine.  "What's
that?" I as I'm bounced with each thrust of his hips.

   "Well, last time, I found that I like playing with your clit and I think
you do, too.  So this is something that I thought would make things
better," he tells me and doesn't break his rhythm fucking me.  He sits up
and places the small cylinder in my slit on top of my clit.  It feels a
little weird with the thin wire trailing up.

   He leans down on me and presses his body against me.  I feel his body
everywhere.  His strong chest rubs against my breasts, his chest hair on my
nipples making them harder.  His hand is braced on under my arm holding
shoulder pulling him harder into me with each thrust.  His other hand is at
my thigh gripping my leg tightly against his hip.  "Hold on for the ride,"
he says and then leans down and starts to suck my neck and kiss his way
back and forth between my shoulder and my ear.

   When I feel it for the first time, I suck a deep breath of air.  "Oh,
A.J.!" I say as the first moment makes me crush him against me.  The
cylinder starts vibrating directly pressed against my clit!  With each of
his thrusts, it is pressed into me.  When he slides out, the cylinder
shifts a little.  With each thrust it is pressed against tight against my
sensitive button by his pelvis.  The feeling is beyond wonderful!

   Before he was good, but this added stimulation is almost too much for
me. We fuck for several minutes.  He keeps his steady pace but I feel the
vibrations change from time to time.  It slows for a few minutes and I feel
the orgasm building.  I pull him tighter to me sensing it coming and
suddenly the vibrator is turned up to full power.  A.J.  keeps his
agonizing pace fucking me steady through it as I clench at his dick with
each thrust.  I dig my fingers into his back and his ass to try to hold him
tight against me.  With a jerk, he slams his hips against me in the midst
of my orgasm and presses his dick as deep inside me as it can go.  I feel
it flexing within me and it sends more waves of pleasure through my body.
The vibration from the cylinder is the only movement as we both moan in
ecstasy.  I think I can feel the vibrations penetrate me to the head of his
dick inside me.  I can feel it vibrating slightly, but I can't tell because
my clit is on fire.  It feels electrified like it is humming on its own.  I
let out another moan holding him and pressing my body as much to him as
humanly possible.

   He slowly resumes his strokes.  I realize he's still hard as the
vibration falls back to a very light hum.  He hasn't cum yet!  My orgasm
was heaven and was one of the best I've ever had while a guy was in me, but
I need him to cum.  I'm spent, but a panicked thought goes through my head
as the warning from his ex pops up.  I need to be good for him.

   I start fucking him back.  Before, I was meeting him with each stroke
and enjoying the wonderful feelings he as giving me, but now I need to
figure out how to be good for him.  With each of his strokes, I press
myself against him and try to massage his dick inside me.  I pull him away
from my neck just enough to look him in the eye.  I see the lustful passion
in him.  He's panting and I know he has to be close.

   "Please, A.J." I beg him.  "I need you to cum in me.  I've never wanted
anything so much in my life.  Please, if you have any feeling for me at
all, do this for me!" I plead.

   "Yes, Stacy," he says passionately and kisses my lips deeply.  He runs
his tongue inside my lips grazing my teeth and I feel it roam my mouth for
an instant and then leave.  The vibrator shuts off has he slams his pelvis
into mine, shoving his dick hard and deep within me.  He puts his hand
under my ass and holds me tight.

   I grunt with the next thrust.  Oh my god, it feels so good.  He no
longer strokes his dick in and out of my soft passage, but slides it out
and urgently slams it back into me.  With each thrust it feels like he gets
a little deeper into me.  The impact of his pelvis on mine presses against
my swollen clit that is poking out.  I whine with need as he continues this
assault of my most sensitive area.  It doesn't hurt, but it is so much more
aggressive and forceful that I've ever had before.

   Then I hear him moan as I get his rhythm and squeeze just as he's pounds
it into me.  The feeling is a mix of pleasure and my passage getting
forcefully opened while trying to close.  I know I'll probably regret it,
but I do it again and again, making myself tight for his dick to pound
through.

   Without much warning, I feel another orgasm, not as powerful as my big
one, course through me as my pussy becomes what he needs.  I pull him to me
again and then he presses into me hard and holds himself inside me.  I feel
his dick swell and he moans almost like he's in pain.

   "Oh, Stacy!  OHHH!" he cries out.  His arms pull me tight against his
body wet with perspiration.

   I feel his dick pulse as it shoots load after load inside me.  I can
feel the condom expand and even though I'm feeling the orgasm course
through me, I wish he weren't wearing the condom so I could feel his seed
inside me.

   After several long seconds he collapses on me and I feel his weight as
he relaxes.  He lifts up and kisses me deeply still breathing hard.  "You
are something special," he whispers to me.

   He moves to the side of me and I try to roll with him to keep his
softening member inside of me, but it's no use.  It slides out with a
slopping sound.  I feel it trail my own wetness across my thigh.  He's
still panting beside me as he removes the condom and I see him put it in a
small trash can beside the bed.

   Then he lies back on the bed.  I curl up to his side and press my body
against him.  I rest my head on his shoulder and feel the warmth radiating
from his body.  His arm holds me close to him as we both lie quietly in
each other's embrace.  I put my arm across his chest and my knee over his
leg.  His hand rests on my back and this other one traces my arm down the
side of my breast.  He touches my soft skin and it sends tingles throughout
my body.

   "Thank you, Stacy for a wonderful night," I hear him whisper and he
kisses my lips.

   I feel sleep pulling at me.  "I love you, A.J." I whisper back to him as
I begin to succumb to sleep.  I'm not sure if I thought it or actually said
it, but I was asleep before I could hear what he whispered back to me.  It
sounds like three wonderful words, but I can't make them out as my brain
fogs over.

   Chapter 6

   In the early morning, I wake up next to him.  I feel him behind me,
spooning me.  I'm on my side and his arm is around my stomach.  There is a
little space between us, but I can still feel the warmth from him.

   It makes me feel like I'm still dreaming if except for his soft snoring
behind me.  I'm pretty sure in dreams, other people don't snore.  But that
only reinforces the fact that last night really happened.  I was really
with him.  I don't want to be anywhere else except for in this moment right
now.

   A few small thoughts run through my head about what it means, but mostly
I just let the warmth put me back to sleep.  `So this is what this feels
like to be his,' is my final thought before the world fades into a
wonderful dream.

   I wake in the morning.  He's still asleep, but the room is very dim
because of the blacked out window.  My bladder tells me it's time to move
even if I want to stay beneath the covers.  I carefully slide out of the
bed and he seems to still be asleep.  I grab his shirt off the floor and
head to his bathroom.

   I check my reflection in the mirror as I fasten the buttons on the
front. I'm glad I didn't put on much makeup last night, but my hair looks
like the bride of Frankenstein.  I look through his bathroom until I find a
spray bottle of water and a brush.  After my hair is back to a semi-normal
state, I go back to his room wearing just his shirt.

   I creep quietly on the soft carpet and pull the blanket back.  He looks
so cute lying there.  The confidence and dominance that he usually
expresses is nowhere on him.  He's just A.J., sweet like a puppy sleeping.
I slide into bed beside him under the warm blanket.

   I spend the next half hour dozing while watching him contently until he
starts to move.

   "Good morning, Sleepy head," I tease when he finally opens his eyes.

   He smiles warmly.  "Good morning, Stacy.  Did you sleep well?" he asks
as he slides his arm under my head.

   I curl up on him.  "Oh, yes.  You?" I ask pressing my body against him.
I love the feel of his skin pressed against my soft breasts and his thigh
against my bare mound.  I haven't had much experience with morning sex, but
I think I could be a morning girl with him.  I flex my lower muscles out of
reflex and suddenly a twinge of pain hits me.

   "I had the best dream last night," he says as I hide my discomfort. 
"You and I had sex all night long."

   "That wasn't a dream, Dear," I tell him smiling.  Mentally I replay last
night.  I suddenly remember the end of it when he was taking me hard.  I
remember thinking to myself that I might regret the way I tightened for
him, and now I do.  I try to hide it from him, though.

   "What are your plans for today?" he asks.

   "I have to get home.  Mom and I are going shopping in the city," I say
feeling reality set in.

   "Okay," he leans over and kisses me gently bringing a smile to my face.
"I'll get up and start on some breakfast.  Do you have taste for anything?"

   "You," I tease and I run my hand through his chest hair.

   "Maybe for desert," he says.  He starts to wiggle out of the bed.  I
watch him as he gets up.  He isn't lean, but I think that is a good thing.
I've always distrusted guys where were too skinny.  But I do like his
muscles and I openly stare at his sexy ass has he retrieves a set of boxers
from his dresser and puts on a white t-shirt.  "Come out when you're
ready," he says as he opens the bedroom door.  "If not, I'll bring you
breakfast in bed again." Then he leaves.

   I enjoy the warmth of the blankets for several more seconds.  I wonder
what it would be like to be curled up in his bed for a day.  Would he come
in and have sex with me at his leisure?  Would he bring me all my meals? 
Would he stay wrapped with me in the blankets and be happy until the end of
time finally caught up with us?

   I look around his dim room and the only thing predominate is his clock
radio on the night stand and its glowing red numbers showing
nine-thirty-seven.  I rub between my legs and find that he really did some
damage.  I'm not bleeding, but I carefully test myself and find that I'm
very sore.  I tentatively flex again to find that my muscles cry out in
pain.  I'm glad that I had the alcohol last night before I tried that or I
probably wouldn't have been able to do that for him.

   Then as my mind become sharper, I realize that I told him that I loved
him last night!  My hand goes to my mouth reflexively.  I can't believe
that I said that.  Did he remember it?  What will he think I meant by it? I
know that usually a guy will be scared off if a girl says it too early or
throws the `L' word around casually.  I rack my brain, but I don't remember
him saying it back to me.

   Then I think to how he side-stepped the idea of sex this morning.  I
wonder if I messed things up.  I really hope not.  He would tell me if I
did, right?

   After a few minutes of thinking that I must be insane to over think
things, I decide that I'm not going to drive myself crazy over it.  Yes, I
said it.  Now, I'm just going to have to wait and see if he'll say it back.
I can't push him.

   I get out of the bed and find my panties.  I still have his button up
shirt on, which after a quick look in the mirror I think looks better on me
than him.  It has enough room in it for my breasts and falls just a few
inches down the top of my thighs.  I might just have to figure out a way to
steal this one!

   I go to the kitchen to the smells of morning.  Bacon is frying and eggs
are cooking.  The toast pops up after just a few minutes.  I sit at his
table and watch him work.  He continuously moves about, but it doesn't seem
hurried.  It's like he has this down to an art and no time is wasted going
from one item to the other.

   We chat for a bit.  I don't say anything about the `L' word, and
disappointingly he doesn't either.  I do a little probing and he tells me
that he really had a wonderful time last night with me.  I make sure that
he knows that I enjoyed it, too.  We talk about our plans for the day.  He
doesn't seem to have plans for the evening and his job let him have an
extra night off.  He invites me to come back over after I'm done in the
city, but I tell him that I'll probably be too busy.

   I probably won't, but considering how sore I am and the fact that I
still don't know where we stand now that I dropped the `L' bomb, I feel
that I need a little time.  I mentally make a note to call Kim and get her
opinion on things.  Mom and I are cool, but talking to her about having sex
with a guy is still weird.  Kim is better for that kind of thing.

   We smile at each other all through breakfast, but I feel like he's
reluctant to tell me something.  When I ask, he says that nothing is wrong.
I think we both know what it might be, but neither of us knows exactly how
to address it.



   I go to the city with my Mom that afternoon.  I don't get to really talk
to my best friend.  We text back and forth through the day.  I try to
explain to her what happened.  She keeps asking about the sex and
congratulating me for landing nice man for a change.  I tell her that he
was mind blowing to shut her up about it.  She wants details and I finally
tell her that I'll have to fill her in later.  I mention dropping the `L'
bomb and apparently she misses the meaning of it.  It's a huge thing in my
world.  Apparently she doesn't think it's such a big deal and tells me to
not worry about it.  That he'll return the favor or I should stop putting
out for him.  I shake my head at her bluntness, but that's Kim.  She tries
to enjoy life to the fullest.  If one guy isn't making her happy, she moves
on to another.  I kind of wish I was more like her, but I don't want guys,
I want one guy to make me happy.  Maybe this one could be it.

   I have tried all day not to talk about him, but my mind keeps going back
to him.  The clock on my phone shows five after nine and zero messages.  I
don't know am expecting.  I told him that I had plans for today and tonight
I would be busy.  I have watched my messenger and he hasn't been on
Facebook.  I thought he might message me if he got online.  Usually he
doesn't hesitate.  This morning he dropped me off with a slow kiss on my
door step like normal.

   I smile still wearing his western style shirt.  I ended up trying in the
bottom front over one of my light t-shirts.  It actually went well with my
outfit.  It was just something for me to remember that I with him last
night.  I want to call him or message him, but I don't want to seem too
eager.  He said he didn't have anything planned for tonight and even looked
a little disappointed when I told him that I wouldn't be able to stop over.

   After the thousandth time of checking my phone showing nine-o-seven, I
sent him the text message: "How was your day?"

   I figure that wouldn't be smothering.  It's innocent and its night time
so it might just look like I'm bored and checking on him.

   After a few minutes I get a response from him.  "Boring.  No things
happened.  Doing better.  Chillin'."

   That's odd.  A.J.  always uses proper grammar in his messages.  "Are you
okay?" I send back.

   "I'm finee.  Just try to mix vodka and Xbox.  Not going so well but
fine" he sends back.

   I'm concerned now.  He's drinking and if it weren't for last night, I
wouldn't think anything of it, but last night was pretty big in my world. I
debate on calling him and asking if I can come over, but with how long it
took to have just the short conversation over texting, it might be another
hour with that.  I quickly grab a change of clothes and drive over to his
place.

   I knock on the door and hear music playing from inside.

   He opens the door and I can see that he's had a few more than just a
couple.  "Hi, Baby," he says but doesn't move to kiss me.  Usually that has
been the first move when we greet each other lately.  He's wearing pajama
bottoms and a black t-shirt.

   "May I come in?" I ask.

   "You may not want to," he says.  I notice that he has a bottle of
alcohol in his hand.  "I'm pretty lit and I'm not going to get any
prettier," he says with a slight slur.  I can tell that this is not the
happy drunk that I've heard him to be.  "I'll understand if you want to
skip tonight," he says and I can hear sadness in his voice.

   "No, I want to be here," I say and reach for the bottle in his hand. 
After a quick inspection of the label and I see that it's the good stuff,
Sky Blue, I take a quick drink of it in front of him.  "See, now I can't
drive because I've been drinking.  Now I have to stay." I know how touchy
he is about drinking and driving.  The little sip I took wouldn't affect me
in the least, but it is good enough.

   He smiles at me.  "Welcome," he says gesturing and stepping aside.

   Inside his house is cozy.  He has the lights dimmed.  There is music
playing on his computer.  His X-box and television have a game on it.  The
controller is on the sofa.  He has a glass of juice, a glass of soda, and I
still have the bottle in my hand that is about half full.  I have my small
pack with my clothes in it over my shoulder.

   "I see you liked the shirt," he says as he comes forward and kisses me
chastely on the lips.  He feels hot and I can see slight perspiration on
his brow.

   "Yes, I do.  I think I'm going to keep it," I tell him smiling as he
makes a gesture at the room.  "Make yourself at home.  If you want, you can
put your bag in the bathroom or bedroom."

   "Thank you," I tell him and go to the bedroom.  I put my bag down and
think for a moment.  He's in pajamas.  Maybe I should get a little more
comfortable, too.  Maybe I can cheer him up as well.  Through the day, I
checked myself and I probably could have sex tonight and it not hurt much,
but it wouldn't be my first choice.  If it comes up I might try to satisfy
him other ways.  I wiggle out of my jeans, and strip out of my clothes.  I
leave just my panties on and I put back on his button up shirt, but instead
of having it tied at the bottom, I let it hang down.  I like the way he
looks at my legs.

   As I come back down the hall, he calls out and asks what I would like to
drink or if I'm hungry.  He has the refrigerator door open when he turns
and sees me.  He is stunned for a moment.

   "Wow," he sees and licks his lips.

   I blush.  Yes, that is exactly what I was hoping for, but rarely has a
guy been stunned by my looks and it sends a warm vibration through me to be
able to make him lose his train of thought.

   He walks over to me and kisses me.  I feel his arms wrap around me.  For
a moment it is really nice.  I feel his hand slide down to my ass and
squeeze gently.  His other hand is around my back and pulls me against him.
My arms reflexively go around him.  I moan into his mouth feeling his body
again.

   I pull back with the last of my will power I have left.  If I don't,
we'll have no need for any clothing and he'll have to bend me over the
table or something.  "I could use a drink," I tell him trying to get my
body under control.  "Mountain Dew if you got any," I tell him and then
walk to the living room.

   I walk away to take a breath.  I didn't expect my body to react like
that.  It was like there was a magnet pulling me to him.  And when our
bodies touched I felt my entire body turn on from my hair on my head to my
toes.  I wanted him.  I wanted him in every way possible.  Mostly, I
started to feel the familiar ache between my legs that yearned for a
certain part of him.  I need to pace myself.  If he wanted sex, then I will
give it to him, but I would like to spend some time with him first.

   He walks in bringing me a glass and a two liter of Mountain Dew.  "I
don't know how strong you want it and I don't want to be accused of getting
you drunk to take advantage of you," he teases.

   "It's not taking advantage if I want it, too," I point out to him as I
mix myself a drink.

   I notice that after I put the bottle of alcohol down, that he picks it
up and takes a long drink directly from the bottle.  I look over at him
worried.  Whatever is going on, he is going to get very drunk.

   He turns resets his game and hands me a controller.  I've never been
much into gaming, but he explains (in slurred words) that he needs my help.
The game is a zombie shooter, Resident Evil, but it is coop so it really
takes two people to do beat it properly.  He explains the game and the
intro is actually interesting.  It takes a few minutes for me to understand
all of the controls, but as a slight buzz runs through me, I figure out my
controls mostly by trial and error.  After shooting him twice on accident,
I learn how to aim on the split screen.

   "So why the zombie theme?  It seems to be a reoccurring item with you?"
I ask trying to keep it light.

   "I love zombies!  People have always wanted to blow their neighbor's
head off.  This way, we can do it and not feel bad about it," he tells me
jokingly.

   We play for about a half hour.  I don't like the guts and the graphics
when we die, and we do several times.  Partially because I don't know how
to play this game very well, and the fact that he is drunk and keeps
getting attacked by the zombies and can't aim to shoot them!  We laugh and
keep it light.  Then he finally surrenders and suggests that I pick a
movie.

   I look for an easy one in his collection while he gets up and goes to
the kitchen.  He brings some cheese pizza in and offers me some.  I
actually haven't been drinking all the much so I grab a piece of it while I
grab "Men in Black 3".  I haven't seen that one, yet.  It's as good as any.

   I snuggle up next to him and I don't even need the blanket this time. 
He's burning up.  He's usually warm, but he must be running a temperature
to be this hot.  He's quiet for several minutes as the movie starts.  I
also notice that since our kiss in the kitchen, he hasn't once tried to
touch me sexually.  Usually he's very liberal with touching my legs or even
my breasts when we're close like this.  His arm is around me, but it's just
resting on my shoulder.  I enjoy his fondling and miss it.  "Is everything
okay?  What's tonight about?"

   There is no denial when he looks at me.  "Can I plead the fifth?" he
asks.

   "No," I say with false confidence.  "You told me I had to be honest with
you.  You have to with me." I'm scared that his mood shift is because of
the `L' word last night, but I don't want to play head games with him.

   "It scared me," he says.  His head sways a little.

   "What scares you?" I ask looking carefully at him.

   "You," he says simply.  "I have no doubt that things with my ex-wife are
over.  I haven't loved her for a long time.  And last night, the word love
just came out," he says painfully.  It seems hard for him to get the words
out and I don't know if he's going to turn into a crying drunk on me, but I
do want to have this conversation.  "I want it to be real."

   I knew it!  I scared him when I said it.  I think for a moment if I
should try to apologize for saying it or try to take it back.  If I tell me
that I was drunk and didn't mean it, would he believe me?  Do I want to
take it back?  I feel for him, but I don't know if it is truly love or not.
Should I try to take it back and make it easy for him?  I think in silence
for a moment.

   "When I said that I loved you, I knew that it shouldn't be real this
fast, but I couldn't help it.  That's what I felt in my heart and I wanted
you to know it, too," he says.

   What?!?  "What?" I whisper.  When he said it to ME?

   "Last night, when I told you that I loved you.  I meant it.  I feel it.
I just didn't want to scare you off.  I know we've only been together a
short time, but that's what every fiber of me is telling me," he says
soberly.  "And then, you mentioned needing some time away tonight and I
thought that you might have been spooked.  It scared me that I might lose
you that quick."

   And I was worried that I had scared him.  He couldn't be more wrong.  I
must have missed it last night as I was falling asleep.  I smile
uncontrollably at his boyish face.  I lean forward and press my lips firmly
against his.  "You're not going to lose me," I reassure him.  "I'm not
going anywhere."

   He kisses me after a moment and I feel his arms wrap around me.  "I love
you," he says after a moment.

   "And I love you," I tell him honestly.  My heart feels like it's going
to burst inside my chest as the feeling fills me.  I do love him.

   After a moment of feeling his warm body he pulls back.  "Stacy, do you
give yourself to me?"

   "Completely," I answer back to him.

   "Good," he says smiling wickedly.  h "Remove your shirt.  You have way
too much clothes on!"

   I rush to obey and be his submissive.  I just hope he doesn't make me do
anything too crazy.

   Epilog

   Two months later I moved in with him.  His submissive game comes and
goes.  Every once in a while he gets in the mood to play it.  Truthfully,
he never makes me go without, even when he punishes me.

   I found out, the ex-girlfriend that cornered me in the bathroom was his
high school sweetheart.  They were together for years before he realized
that they weren't right for each other.  She didn't share his opinion.

   Erica was one of his friends and he enjoyed singing with her, but never
considered her to be "girlfriend material" in his opinion.  I didn't ask
too deeply as to why as long as she wasn't competition.

   His ex-wife and I have met and are civil to each other.  It seems that
they were both ready for the marriage to be over and both happier people
that way.  She's warned me about some of his habits, but none of them
really seem to be hang-ups for me.  His son and I get along fine, but he's
going to be turning eighteen soon and doesn't really need me to be the
mother role in his life.

   My friend, Kim is getting married next month.  I'm going to be her maid
of honor!  The guy she picked isn't the greatest in my opinion, but she's
happy with him and has been with him for a while.  I can't wait and have
already started planning the bachelorette party for her.

   Two years after he told me he loved me, I was pronounced Stacy Tripp in
front of God and all my family and friends.  A year after I got pregnant
with Katie (whom I named after my best friend) and two years later Britney.


   Now are girls are one and three.  Katie had my hair and looks a lot like
me.  She seems to have his attitude.  She loves to sing with him in the
car. Britney looks more like her Dad and has light blonde hair.  A.J. 
tells me when he was young that he had that same color hair.  It's scary
how much I can see him in her.  Just her little looks of affection remind
me of him.

   We have had our rocky moments, but we are happy.  He reminds me almost
daily of his love for me.  And I show him nightly how much I love
everything about him.  Our love has blossomed and grown over the years.  I
can't imagine loving anyone more.  I love being his everything.

   I haven't figured out what I'm going to tell the girls when they get
older about how we met and dated.  Maybe when they're old enough, I'll tell
them the truth of how all of this started with me just looking for a date.