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 Pet Sounds Suite By Jeremy Spencer Copyright 2004

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

   *****

   Part One - Wouldn't It Be Nice

   "Oh God!  Do that again!  Please?"

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

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

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

   "Close your eyes," he whispered.  "I'm going to open the door."

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

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

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

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

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

   "Ouch!"

   "Sorry."

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

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

   "Wouldn't it be nice," he said, "if we could go home to our house, and
sleep in our bed?"

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

   Part Two - You Still Believe In Me

   "Oh Brian, I'm so sorry!"

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

   "I'm so sorry I slept with him!"

   Somehow I still felt alone, even though I had Caroline on my arm.  We
weren't really talking.  At least, I wasn't talking.

   "Oh God, I'm such a whore!  I tried...  I tried to tell him we
shouldn't, but it had been so long and you're gone so often, and he started
touching me and..."

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

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

   I sighed.  Of course I would take her back.

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

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

   "It's okay," I whispered, stroking the damp hair from her face, kissing
salty tears from her cheeks.  "I love you."

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

   "I can't believe it," she finally gasped.  "You still believe in me? 
After all...  after what I've done?  What did I do to deserve you?"

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

   Part Three - That's Not Me

   "He was an asshole, that's all there is to it." I gave Caroline a tight
squeeze, trying to show her that I was here for her.  Would always be here
for her.  Even if I felt like I'd been played for a schmuck.

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

   "I'm so sorry, Brian."

   "Don't be."

   "But you're so good to me, even after...  even after all of this, and
I..."

   "Keep shitting all over me?" I didn't mean it to sound so bitter, I
swear I didn't.  Caroline looked at me in surprise, eyes big, wide open,
shocked I would put it...  the truth...  so bluntly.  Finally she nodded,
head hanging low.

   "I'm sorry." It was a whisper.  I could barely make out her voice.

   "No, I'm sorry.  You're right.  We were young.  Too young probably." I
sighed softly.  I knew I'd been ready.  Willing, even.

   "Do you know what he said?"

   "My brother?  The asshole?" Caroline smiled slightly, nodding.  "What
did he say?"

   "He said all he was looking for was a little fun.  A place to dip his
wick!  The prick!  I told him I was late, and he tells me it's Ôtoo bad' I
didn't think of that sooner."

   "That sucks.  He's such an idiot."

   "He said he needed to be free.  He couldn't be a daddy, but I'm supposed
to be a mommy?" Caroline looked near tears again.  "He said "Being tied
down like that?  That's not me at all," and he took off."

   "It's probably better this way."

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

   "You're here."

   I sighed.  Yeah...  I'm always hereÉ for you.

   Part Four - Don't Talk (Put Your Head On My Shoulder)

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

   "Brian, I killed it I killed it I killed it!"

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

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

   "But it hurts so much!"

   "I don't know what to tell you.  We discussed this before...  so many
times.  I want to help you any way I can, but...  we did the right thing...
you did the right thing."

   "What am I going to tell my parents?"

   I sighed, closing my eyes.  I tried to think of something... 
anything... that would make this easier, but couldn't.

   "I guess...  Caroline, I..." Words failed me.

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

   "Don't talk," she said, her lips forcing themselves into a smile. 
"Don't talk."

   I reached out, surrounding her, pulling her close.

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

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

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

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

   "Take me home?" she begged anxiously.  "Make love to me?"

   "Caroline?" I didn't want to get hurt again.  Not today.  Not by her.

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

   "Don't talk."

   Part Five - I'm Waiting For The Day

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

   I felt I didn't belong.

   "Caroline," I tried again, for what must have been the thousandth time.
"You have to get up.  Go out.  Get on with your life."

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

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

   "Because I love you."

   "Why?"

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

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

   She smiled, and I was taken away.

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

   "Brian.  Sweet Brian.  I can't.  I just can't!  I can't love you.  Not
again.  I can't hurt you.  Not again."

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

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

   "It's not you...  it's me.  I'm...  I can't...  I'm waiting...  I'm
waiting for the day..." and she trailed off.

   "What day?  Waiting for what?"

   "When I can love again."

   Part Six - Let's Go Away For A While

   "Aarrgghh!" she screamed, waltzing into my room and slamming her bag
down.

   "What?" I asked, startled at her entrance.  Caroline blushed a bit,
embarrassed at her outburst.

   "God Brian, I'm so sick of this shit!" she moaned, throwing herself on
my bed, screaming into a pillow.

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

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

   "Sick of what?" I asked, hoping she hadn't seen me staring.  Ever since
her abortion things had been...  weird.  We were close as always, but
something was off.

   "Work.  School.  Family.  Whatever."

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

   "Yes?" she asked, teasing.

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

   "That sounds great!" She paused.  "When?"

   I hadn't thought that far ahead.  I picked out the day planner from the
clutter on my desk and rifled through it.

   "Two weeks?" I suggested.  "Too soon?" She shook her head, and her blond
hair flowed over her face.

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

   Part Seven - Sloop John B

   "That's it?" Caroline laughed when she saw the boat for the first time.

   "The Sloop John B," I said.  "Named after my grandfather."

   "It's kind of small."

   "You know what they say about size, right?"

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

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

   And beer.  Lots of beer.

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

   "Do you love me?" she asked in a quiet voice.  I paused, wanting to
answer her as honestly as I could.  Of course I loved her, but how do you
say that succinctly?  She took my silence for something else.  "Never mind,
how could you, after everything?"

   "Caroline, you know I love you."

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

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

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

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

   "I'm sorry, I know I'm not that big compared to Dennis." My brother, who
you cheated on me with, was left unsaid.

   "Mmmm...  you know what they say about the size of the boat and the
motion of the ocean?"

   "Yes.  Why?"

   "I love your vessel."

   Part Eight - God Only Knows

   "What do you mean?"

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

   "Brian!  What do you mean?"

   "I mean just what I said.  It's yours.  Do you like it?"

   "It's beautiful, but...  why?"

   "Because I love you."

   "You love me."

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

   "It's just that..."

   "Caroline!  I love you!  I love you!  I love you!  I love you!"

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

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

   "Do you understand now?  Do you believe me?  Please...  please know that
nothing that's happened, nothing you've done could ever change my mind. 
Ever."

   "Really?" She smiled mischievously, raising an eyebrow in question.

   "Really."

   "So...  no more early morning hanky panky?  No more blowjobs on the
highway?  None of that?  And...  you'll still love me?"

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

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

   "No!" I pulled her onto my lap and she settled down comfortably, the
soft swell of her ass pressing against my now erect prick.  I could feel
her grind slowly against me.

   "If you're sure," she complained, in her best little girl voice.  "Maybe
later?" I nodded.

   "God only knows what I'd do without you," I said softly, meaning every
word.

   Part Nine - I Know There's An Answer

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

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

   "Yes," she hissed, giving a small sigh of pleasure.

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

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

   "Oh God, that feels so good."

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

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

   "I never used to think this would be possible," she began.

   "What do you mean?"

   "Brian, until you showed me what this could really, truly be, I was a
mess.  I used to tell myself over and over, I know there's an answer, but I
never knew the question...  I couldn't find it by myself."

   "You tried to do it by yourself," I gently chided.

   "I know, and now there's you...  there was always you."

   Part Ten - Here Today

   Brides don't blush.  It's a lie.

   Caroline glowed, her face bright as any sun, a light as bright as I'd
ever seen.

   "We gather here today," the minister intoned, the rest a happy blur.

   "...Richer for poorer."

   "...Richer for poorer."

   "...Sickness and health."

   "...Sickness and health."

   "...Death do us part."

   "...Death do us part."

   "...I do."

   "...I do."

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

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

   Cleanup was left for another time.

   "Brian, I don't know how this happened, but I'm not sure I deserve it,"
she said as I carried her over the threshold.

   "Caroline, of course you do," I answered her nervous question.  "Every
bride deserves to wear white.  She smiled, melting against me.

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

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

   "Hurry," she said, opening her arms and I slipped inside.

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

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

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

   "I love you, husband."

   "I love you, wife."

   Part Eleven - I Just Wasn't Made For These Times

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

   "I have to go," was all she would say.

   I stood in disbelief as she packed her bags.

   "What about the baby?" I couldn't understand why she felt the way she
did.

   "It's not you, Brian.  You're more wonderful than I could ever hope
for." I reached for her, but she turned away, shrugging my hand from her
shoulder.  "Please don't.  Don't make it harder than it has to be."

   Dammit!  Why is this happening now?.

   "Is it my brother?" She laughed a bitter laugh, shaking her head.

   "God, no." She reached out a hand, stroking my cheek softly, tenderly.
"This is...  you're wonderful.  That was years ago, a one-time thing."

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

   "I have to go."

   "Please don't go.  We can talk about it.  We can work something out. 
Tell me why.  What can I do?" I was at a loss, and held her hand to my
lips. Trying to make her see.  Make her feel my love.

   She pulled away slowly, shaking her head.

   "I have to go."

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

   The note was on the kitchen table.

   "I just wasn't made for these times," she wrote.  "Things go so right,
and then things go wrong.  My whole life seems to have been about loving
people and leaving them.  I love you.  Caroline."

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

   Part Twelve - Pet Sounds

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

   I still remembered everything.

   How I'd loved her.  How she'd cheated.  How I'd taken her back.  How
she'd pushed me away.  How I'd pursued her.  How I'd caught her.

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

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

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

   Not here.  Here was only memory and regret.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   I needed another drink.

   Part Thirteen - Caroline, No

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

   "Who is it?"

   "Silly!  It's me!"

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

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

   Not all junk.  I recognized the handwriting immediately.

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

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

   "Brian," she wrote.  "I'm so sorry...  I have very little time.  Please
come visit.  Bring our baby."

   She wrote of her illness.  Why she had left.  Why she couldn't face me
until now.

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

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

   "Brian." A small smile, tentative after so many years.  "I'm so glad you
came."

   "I wanted to...  I understand."

   "I'm sorry."

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

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

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

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

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

   "I love you."

   "Oh, Caroline, no."
   The End