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 A Very Merry Time

   Chapter One

   I finally advertised for a roommate after a few years from the time I
graduated from college and got a job in my field as a dental hygienist.  I
was working 4 days and 2 nights in a fairly busy practice making a pretty
good living.  However, a townhouse had just got too big of a nut to hold on
my own.  I interviewed a dozen girls before I found Merriam.  Before her my
best prospect was an older woman who, more or less, told me she wanted to
develop a relationship as my lesbian lover.  Luckily I found that out on
her follow-up interview where I had planned to ask her for a deposit.  I
don't know where she got the idea I was interested in pussy, but I'm glad
she came out of her closet when she did.  I had a few affairs with women,
but they were just old friends whom I found to be handy in a time of sexual
need.  (Alcohol played a part usually) I didn't not want a steady
"girlfriend".

   Merriam was 24 and just out of a 4 year college with a back ground in
computers working for a medical billing firm as an IT.  She seemed easy
enough to get along with and we set up some simple rules for each other
until we either became "accustomed" to each other or, developed a
friendship.  I had a 90 day opt-out of our agreement, but it passed without
a word.  We split food, mortgage payments, utilities, and services right
down the middle.  We agreed that we "expected" to eat breakfast and dinner
each day in the townhouse and we would fix our own breakfasts, and split
dinner duties right down the middle, every other night.  First one up would
make coffee for both.  Grocery shopping was Tuesday night and we would do
it "together".

   Merriam had a steady boyfriend and I had several "interests" besides one
special guy, some of whom had "overnight privileges".  We agreed to never
question each other's cohabitation with the opposite sex with one small
stipulation.  If she or I came home with a "partner" and the other was
still up, we wouldn't enter the townhouse until "lights-out", when ever
that was.  Any overnight partners would be gone by 6:00 a.m.  No walk of
guilt or shame going in or out.

   If either of us were not going to be staying the night in "our" place,
we would inform the other by phone call or pre-arranged note.  For me it
was simple, I didn't like to advertise that I had a lover for the night and
if I knew Merriam was going to be there, I would usually abstain or spend
the night at my lovers.  I didn't like to advertise my sexual habits,
period.  Merriam, on the other hand, usually had her boyfriend stay a
couple nights a week, and I can say I never heard a peep out of them and he
was always gone when I got up.  She rarely spent the night at his place; I
think he still lived with his parents.  But he had a perk at a local hotel
where he worked part time as a handy man.

   I can say Merriam and I became good friends, and we were great
roommates. Our arrangement worked fine and at least a few nights a week we
joked that we lived like an old married couple.  Come home from work, have
a drink together, fix dinner, watch a little TV and say good night. 
Sometime into our fourth year I had a girlfriend from college come to stay
a weekend when she was in town for a friend's wedding.  Michela wanted to
just sleep in my bed with me, but I thought it was just too weird so I got
Merriam to agree that Micky, as we called her, could sleep on the
convertible sofa.  I gave Micky a key and having my own dates those 2
nights I woke each morning, a Saturday and a Sunday with Micky on the sofa
asleep.  I took her to the airport Sunday afternoon and came home knowing
it was my turn to prepare dinner.

   Upon arriving home Merriam was suspiciously quiet and appeared troubled.
Now, we rarely got involved with each other's private lives, but that
shroud was coming down as we finally began to click as " close friends". 
So as I became more aware of a problem I confronted her.

   "Merriam, something is bothering you and I can't help but think you're
unhappy with something I did or didn't do."

   "Hillary, I would appreciate it if you didn't ask that MICKY to stay
here again.  I hate to tell you what I saw here in the living room both
Friday and Saturday nights, once when I got home and the other when I got
up to use the bathroom." She said rather snottily and disgusted.

   I just looked at her amazed that there were incidents, as it never came
up while Micky was here.

   "What on earth?" was all I could muster as Merriam turned crimson and
looked away before sheepishly looked back to me.

   "When I came in Friday night, it was after 2 o'clock, she is on the sofa
bed, on all fours with some guy screwing the daylights out of her while she
just seemed to coo and moan, never caring that I walked in on her, and SHE
HAD TO HAVE SEEN ME!  I was on such a high at the time, my Artie had
proposed to me and I was so excited and that ruined my joy." Merriam said,
with a cry in her voice.

   "GOD, I'm so sorry, Merry, . . . .  but Congratulations on your
engagement!" I said hoping to change the subject quickly.

   "That wasn't ALL Hillary.  Last night I got up in the middle of the
night to go to the bathroom and she was orally servicing a guy on her knees
in front of the sofa.  I thought I would be sick!"

   I stepped up and hugged Merriam so sorry she had seen the true Micky,
who was always pretty slutty in college, but I wanted to downplay it as I
patted and rubbed her back.

   "Listen, she was on town and saw old friends and renewed old
acquaintances probably, and she was never shy at school about blowjobs or
fucking around." I said as Merriam pushed me away harshly.

   "Hillary!  How can you use that language so cavalierly talking about
that whore who stayed here."

   "Easy Merry.  She's an old friend and I may share her loose morals with
special friends, but a girl "getting a little" is certainly no major crime.
It was tasteless, yes, and I would be mortified if you or anyone ever
walked in on me giving a blowjob, I . . . ."

   "Hillary!  Please, don't talk like that!"

   "Talk like what?  We are both grown-ups here and enjoy active sex lives.
For god's sake YOU'RE getting married so I know you know the score
sexually." I said, a little put out by her prudish attitude when it was
just the two of us in the room.

   "That sort of sex is perverted and distasteful and don't ever think that
my Artie and I are like that." She shouted back raising a finger to me.

   I turned and walked away from her exasperated by the situation, but I
couldn't end it there, spinning back towards her.

   "Merry!  Wait a minute!  Do you mean to tell me that you committed to
live the rest of your life with this man and you've never experimented
sexually with him?" I asked as she began to wave a hand at my comment that
I quickly slapped out of the air, startling her.

   "Merriam, godammit listen to me for one minute!  Your sex life when
you're young is the biggest source of pleasure you have and what you'll
live on for the rest of your life.  When you "love" a person it means you
worship them and expect to be worshipped right back."

   "What exactly do you mean "worship"?  Yes, I love Artie but I don't get
on my knees before him and do, . . .  THAT." She said smugly.

   "It's none of my business, but do you mean to say you're never had a
man's penis in your mouth to pleasure him? . . .  or for that matter had a
man's mouth on your vagina to pleasure you?" I boldly asked her.

   She immediately turned crimson and I was about to think I embarrassed
her, but the well of tears that were forming in her eyes told me it was
from guilt.

   Before she could speak I thrust a finger in her face and said "You HAVE,
haven't you?  Little Miss Innocence isn't so, is she?"

   "In High School, on Prom night I did that and it was awful, for the most
part, and I haven't done it since.  He made me feel like a whore." She said
turning and storming towards her room.

   I ran to cut her off and blocked her door.

   "Merriam, for your sake and the sake of your marriage listen to me for a
minute and get the thought out of your mind that doing anything but
missionary sex makes you not normal.  I'll bet you can't find a woman who
has never at least tried oral sex, and you'll be hard pressed to find many
who don't enjoy it, but that isn't all." I said making her listen.

   "I DIDN'T enjoy it, he made me think it was something I had to do!" She
said crying.

   I used a hand to her shoulder to turn her away from the door and up
against the wall.

   "Well, I do!  You've lived with me under the same roof for a long time
and I haven't turned into ash and left the smell of sulfur from any time
I've done it under this roof.  I'm not bragging to you, I'm just concerned
that all of the pleasure and release I get from sex, of ANY consenting
kind, is something you're going to miss out on and lead you to a miserable,
boring marriage that will end miserably as well.  Your boyfriend Artie is
aware of the exploits of his friends with sex, ALL MEN TALK, JUST LIKE WE
DO, but he can't picture YOU in those situations and eventually he'll get
it elsewhere.  Merry, it's totally normal to be Miss Priss in public and a
flaming whore in the bedroom, you know."

   Suddenly Merriam got real huffy, saying, "Well, THAT is not me!  I get
satisfaction just fine from my relationship and it's MY business and not
anyone elses."

   "Merriam, let me say just one more thing.  Some day you will think of
this conversation and wish you had at least listened to me instead of
turning a deaf ear to me.  If you aren't having a complete and exhausting
sexual relationship with your prospective husband that will insure that he
doesn't want to search for more, or to make sure YOU don't want to search
for, you are missing out on one of the greatest joys of life.  That's the
end of my rant and we won't speak of this again."

   Merriam didn't speak much for the next few days but eventually we got
back to our normal selves and our regular routines around the townhouse. 
About 3 weeks later, on a Friday night, a night Merriam usually never came
home for, I had a date with an old boyfriend, one who I still slept with on
a regular basis.  We still greatly cared for each other, but his job took
him out of town too much for my tastes.  I was not the type to remain
celibate waiting and crocheting for him to come home.  I was 28, hot, and
horny.  I probably actually loved Cal (short for Caleb), but telling him he
was my one and only and I would be true to him was not something I could
truthfully do.

   Merriam and Artie usually shacked up Fridays in a hotel room that Artie
got gratis as a perk for his part-time job he used to pay for the night
courses he attended to get towards his Masters.  He was a handy man, a Mr.
Fix-it, and Jack-of-All at a local Holiday Inn.  As long as they weren't
sold out he could have a room, but just had to make it up before leaving.
So on a Friday about a month after our sex confrontation I was out with Cal
and we got back to the townhouse around 1:00 a.m.  and assumed we were
alone in my place.  I hadn't known that Merriam and Artie got shut out at
the Holiday Inn and Merriam had refused to bring Artie home for one reason
or the other and they had a little blow-out, so she was home early and in
bed when we came home.

   I hadn't seen Cal in about 3 weeks and was pretty horny and hot for him.
We went to dinner and then to a club for dancing and drinking.  On the way
back to my townhouse I got pretty frisky and got Cal to pull over near home
in an unfinished development.  After some necking I gave him a wet sloppy
blowjob to guarantee he would last a good long time once we hit the sheets.
Cal was always good for 2 and usually 3 shots in a night and if I got his
first out of the way early, then he was ready by the time we slid into bed.
(I told you I was HORNY!)

   At the townhouse we hurried in without putting on lights and went
straight to my room where I always kept a bottle of whipped cream vodka
that we loved to share shots with.  We took quick showers and when Cal came
in from my bathroom I was already in the bed with fingers in my pussy.  I
should tell you that if Caleb charged me a $1000 to eat my pussy, I'd have
to get a second job, . .  he's that good.  He had me pointing my toes to
the ceiling while I moaned and swooned, and then he got his fingers
involved.  Little by little he maneuvered around so I could get my mouth on
his dick again and once I had him granite and slippery he seemed to spring
to his knees and spanked my ass hard, to my delight, to move me into doggie
before him.  I hadn't even rested my shoulders to the bed before he impaled
me and his fat cock split me.  More cracks on my ass before he began to
pound my pussy.  I began to orgasm and then it seemed to be orgasmic jolts
atop each other.  I began to howl and shriek; almost unable to breath he
had me so crazy.  When I didn't think I could last one more second of the
electrical charge he was running through me, his thumb went up my ass and
if we didn't have an end townhouse and my master bedroom on the outside
wall, I'm sure the police would have been called.

   My body didn't know how to cum, breath, and express my gratitude at the
same time.  What came out of my mouth even scared me, but I didn't want him
to stop, I was sure of that.  Suddenly my door flew open and Merriam was
standing there screaming out, "HILLARY, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?"

   I was at first shocked she was home and secondly that she would barge
into my room.  My only reaction was to scream back to her.

   "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!  CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TRYING TO GET LAID?"

   Caleb didn't seem to be bothered by her walking in, but it sure ruined
my moment, even though I did get my groove back and burn out one more good
orgasm.  As we laid in our post- coital reverie Caleb looked at me sort of
guiltily.

   "I probably shouldn't be here in the morning, huh?  You know your
roommate agreement and all."

   His words alone made me so pissed off at Merriam I wanted to go in and
lay into her, but I thought the better of it.

   "Yes, you can go now, or get up early and go.  I was looking forward to
waking up together and having another round and then going to breakfast."

   "How about I pick up you up at 11 and we go to brunch at the Marriott?"
Cal asked, trying to be sweet.

   "No, I have too much shit to do in the morning, on top of having a drag
out fight with her, the dumb bastard."

   "Stay with me tomorrow night, I'm at The Residence, just up from to the
Marriott.  You'll just have to be a little quiet, my little screamer." He
said.

   "If I know she's going to be away, I'd rather come here, so we'll see.
But, I definitely WANT to be with you." I told him as he dressed and left
me.  It was 3:30.

   I woke up around 10:30 smelling coffee and hearing the TV on.  As I
showered I thought of how I would light into Merry and tell her off, but
the shower massage must have calmed me a little because when I went out
into the living room she was on the sofa sipping coffee watching the news.
I just walked by without saying a word.  I grabbed a bowl of berries and a
coffee and went out to join her, hoping she would be the first to say
anything.  After about 15 minutes of stone silence, save the TV, she spoke.


   "I'm very sorry for last night; I thought you were in real trouble."

   I looked at her funny and asked, "What made you think I was in trouble?
Haven't you ever heard someone get laid and have an orgasm, or orgasms,
before?"

   Merry's face turned red and she shouted "I don't make habit of
witnessing sex as you and your friends apparently do!  Your friend Micky
didn't care that I walked in on her and you sounded like you were being
murdered, not sounds I imagine would for love making!"

   "Well, Miss Manners, how do YOU have an orgasm?  I have no control of
myself in the throes of ecstasy.  I've been known to dig my fingernails
right through the sheets.  If you don't feel what I feel, maybe you should
get around a bit and make some discoveries before you marry that guy.  I
lived in a sorority and visited my boy friend in a frat many times.  Those
sounds coming through the walls in either place were quite common.  YOU
NEED TO GET GOOD AND LAID!" I said wishing I hadn't flown so far off the
handle.

   "I happen to feel quite warm and squishy all during sex and enjoy it
just fine.  What's more, it's NONE of your business!" She said pointing
fingers defending herself.

   I was about to walk away from her so as not to feel any more of my own
venom spew but I could not hold back, spinning and trying to reason with
her without showing my inner rage.  After all, she had been my roommate for
a few years and we did have a great relationship as "friends" now for a
while.

   "Look Merriam, your sexual habits are as private as mine, but I must
tell you before you go and get married.  What you heard last night from my
room is how a man pleases a woman.  If you're not feeling that intensity
you may not be as worldly as you think.  Don't dive into a marriage where
he treats you like a Crystal doll.He's going to go elsewhere to get
everything he's heard his friends tell him for years.  You said you had a
bad experience being forced to do oral, that wasn't sex, it was rape.  I
know for myself and every other woman I've ever talked to, a sex life
without oral, giving and receiving, is no sex life at all.  You're
essentially committing to live with a man until you die or he dies, or
maybe you die together.  No part of his body should go unexamined and loved
by you and, conversely.  You shouldn't feel any different about touching
him or doing anything you wouldn't do to yourself.  If all you feel is warm
and squishy, THAT is NOT an orgasm.  I can get warm and squishy watching
Zac Efron on TV, for chrissake!"

   Merriam didn't move, made no expression to my words.  I almost felt I
should apologize for being so frank, so bold.

   I started into her again, "Merry, we've lived together for a long time
and I've grown to feel a closeness to you, a real sisterhood, all except
for things like this.  My other girlfriends and I talk about sex a LOT,
because it's a big part of our lives, a source of pleasure, a release to
the pressures of life.  You've never even brought the subject up and now
it's gotten to the point where I worry that a beautiful woman like you
isn't enjoying what she should be.  When a friend of mine tells me she's
getting married she usually gushes about the sex and how it completes her.
I fear you're not feeling that and I would hate to see you make a mistake
on a commitment that big."

   She still remained silent, expressionless, but seemed totally cognizant
to all my words and then with her lower lip quivering she spoke.

   "I've always wondered what the big deal about sex was, I mean I enjoy
what Artie and I have, but I can live without it, I do it for him." She
said quietly.

   "Merry, you might think I'm a whore, or have loose morals, a slut, I
don't care.  But let me tell you, if you're not having a complete sex life
you're missing one of the great things about being a woman.  You may not
approve that my relationship with Caleb isn't monogamous, but he is just
away too much.  We have an arrangement and I have a few guy friends who I
see from time to time, but one night stands with strangers are not a common
thing for me.  I try to make a point of knowing who I sleep with.  I'm not
saying you should live your life like I do, I just want you to know that
there is a lot of your love life that I think you're missing and while you
may not pursue to fulfill it, don't think your husband won't.  Artie is a
good looking guy and one day he's going to be tempted and you're going to
be hurt."

   "I don't believe that!" She spat back at me.

   "How many friends of yours are divorced or separated?"

   "We're different!"

   "Those other couples thought they were different too, some think
marriage is the beginning of the end of your sex life.  You've heard the
old story, put a penny in a jar every time you make love in the first year,
and after that take a penny out every time and the jar will never be empty?
Unless you have kids right away you're alone with the person you love most
in the world, just imagine the ways you can get sexy!" I countered, hoping
I might be making some sense to her.

   "I don't do dirty sex!" She said getting huffy.

   "Merry, you're fighting me on this and if you just ask your close
girlfriends you'll find the truth.  Anything two people do behind closed
doors consensually isn't dirty, isn't perverted, it's called making love,
and there are so many ways.  LOOK, I just think I see a grown, sexually
mature woman who hasn't had a toe curling, white knuckled, open mouth
screaming orgasm."

   "That sounds disgusting." She said picking up her coffee cup and walking
back to the kitchen and then to her room.

   My last words were "Merriam, you can run away and make me a villain in
all of this, but I'm just trying to be your friend and make sure you know
what you're getting into."

   I went to my room and gathered my laundry to head to my brothers house
to do my laundry.  When I left I saw Merriam was gone.

   At my brothers house I normally did my laundry and sent out for lunch
for us, he, his wife, and I.  He was out changing his oil and his wife,
Jesse, and I got into a talk about the night before, with me explaining my
side.

   "Do you really think she's that repressed or inexperienced?" Jesse asked
me.

   "The shock on her face last night and this morning, and the way she
described it when she walked in on Micky was like the first time she had
seen anything like that.  She says she's having sex and even told me,
before she buttoned up totally, that she feels warm and squishy during sex,
but she ended by saying that it was all for him anyway."

   "Well, I think she's a nice girl, from what I know of her, and your
brother always says how pretty she is, but why should you care?" Jesse
asked.

   "Well, after a few years of living and laughing together, especially for
the respect we show each other's privacy, I've really grown fond of her and
I think she feels the same way about me.  We just haven't had the "girl
talk" that close friends should have." I explained.

   "You don't have a thing for her, do you?  I know you like a little soft
and tender." Jesse asked, suspecting more than she should have.

   "Jess, I was drunk when I told you I've had little affairs with girls
and that was only with my best friend from high school when we were on an
exchange trip and we both got a little horny and lonesome.  One other time
was with another close friend, and again, drunk!  (chuckles) You weren't
supposed to remember me telling you that!" I said defending myself.

   "You also told me about a couple sorority sisters too, so don't hide it.
I'm not saying I think you're a lezzie, but I think the question is fair
knowing what you've told me before.  I'll admit to it once in college on a
drunk myself.  Women know what makes other women happy, but I like cock too
much to look for anything else." Jesse said with a laugh in her voice
herself.

   "Well, so do I, but keep it down I don't want my brother to walk in and
hear this.  If a little fling were to crop up with a woman and I was in
need, if you know what I mean, it might happen again, but I too am a fan of
the dick, and Cal can go for hours, plus that tongue . . . ." I said before
Jesse put her hand between her legs saying,

   "Stop it or I'll have to throw you out and meet your brother at the door
when he gets back."

   "Well, I better get to my laundry then and get out of here." I said with
a smirk, knowing that after their 5 or 6 years of marriage, they were still
hot for each other, and I also didn't foresee that to be the case with
Merry and Artie.

   As I was folding my last few things I finally decided to call Merriam
and see if she was back home yet.

   "Hello?  Are you through trying to change my sex life?" She answered,
seeing it was me.

   "Merriam, there is no denying the fact that we are good friends, and I
love you in so many ways.  You don't live with anyone for as long as we
have with basically no arguments, doing things like making dinner,
shopping, wash and the like, without learning to respect each other.  You
acted like I didn't respect you this morning, and I can tell you it's just
the opposite.  I love and respect you and want you to be happy, even though
when you do get married and move out, I'll miss you like crazy." I said
before she had a chance to get another word in.

   There was silence on the phone for a moment and then she quietly
replied, "I know, I'll miss you too.  I never had a sister to be close to
and I've enjoyed all of our time.  You've made life very happy for me when
I thought I might be miserable living alone."

   "So why don't we meet at home so we can talk, and leave NOTHING out of
bounds.  I really think you need to hear my words and take them to heart.
If you at least listen and know my words are out of love I'll be satisfied
that I did my job, . . .  as your sister.  OK?"

   "Alright, I agree under those terms.  I won't get mad and walk out
again, and I'm sorry for that." Merry said before hanging up and me heading
to our townhouse.

   When I went upstairs from the laundry room there was a note, "Let
yourself out", from Jesse.  My brother had come in and she had taken him to
be alone somewhere in the house.

   On my drive back home I was trying to think of what I might say to Merry
and I have to admit that on walking in, my mind was a blank.

   Merry came to me and helped me with my baskets of laundry and then she
turned and hugged me.

   "I'm sorry for not trusting your words.  I was judging and moralizing
when I should have been taking you to heart.  I know we've grown close in
our own way and talking about sex was just one of those things we never got
to." She said blushing as we sat on the sofa facing each other.

   I took her hands in mine and looked her straight in the eye.

   "Merriam, I've seen good relationships go bad and I know the reasons for
most of them failing.  Not being honest and open about sex is at the heart
of most of these break-ups."

   "Sex is one of the greatest gifts we have and two people in love should
explore every avenue of it they can.  It's about making each OTHER happy.
I've told you that anything two people do consensually is OK.  I was
concerned over your "shock" at what you saw and heard in the past few days.
My concern is that it was all normal sexual relations.  Once I am aroused I
will do most anything for my lover and he for me.  My orgasms are one of
the most fulfilling parts of my LIFE!  What you heard was me in the throes
of the ultimate ecstasy a woman can feel.  If you don't think you've had
that sort of reaction to sexual contact, maybe you haven't seen or
experienced enough to get married.  Marriage is one man forever and you
should feel free enough to physically do and express anything to each
other, if it makes you happy or fulfilled.  I don't see that degree of
closeness with you two."

   Merry began to get a little teary eyed and I could see a protest in her
face.

   "Wait Merry, let me tell you what I experienced the other night when you
heard me.  I had missed Caleb like crazy and we went to dinner and then out
for a little dancing and music.  Watching him move on the floor and then
hold me dancing got me going and I figured you would not be home on Friday,
like usual, so we headed there.  I was overcome with passion and got him to
pull into a private place and I had oral sex with him.  That made us both
happy and assured me that he would last a long time once we got home." I
said telling her intimate details.

   "You planned out a long night of sex?" She asked

   "Of course!  It was Friday, I wanted to forget a long week of working in
people's mouth and I wanted to feel total pleasure.  After I finished him
in the car we drove here and . . . . ."

   "What did you do with the mess?" Merry asked innocently.

   "There was no "mess" Merriam.  He came in my mouth and I swallowed all
of it.  It was my juice, I excited him and I wanted to taste what a man
tastes like.  It may sound gross, but when it happens, it's SO sexy.  We
got home and we each took showers."

   "Together?"

   "No separately.  Together would have started something that takes the
tenderness later away.  Let me explain.  I got out of the shower first and
he went in to clean up.  I got into bed and began to pleasure myself; I was
hot and wet, or squishy like you say.  When he came out he crawled right up
the foot of the bed and attached his mouth to my pussy and licked and
sucked my lips and my clit while my hands were busy pinching and twisting
my nipples.  I came twice from his mouth and suddenly I couldn't take any
more.  I had to feel him inside me.  He stood up on the bed and straddled
my torso and squat down to let me taste his big cock one more time and get
him wet.  Then he knelt between my legs and thrust into me.  I had another
orgasm, but I really needed to feel him press my g-spot so I slipped from
under him and flipped over to my knees and he grabbed my ass and pushed
into me and jack hammered my pussy, making me cum hard 2 more times, that
was when you probably heard me, I was getting pretty loud.  Just before you
barged in the door he wet his thumb and stuck it up my asshole."

   "God!  Doesn't that hurt?"

   "Normally it would but while you're having sex all of those nerve
endings are active, remember your pussy and your ass are neighbors down
there and share many of the same pleasure spots.  That night Cal didn't eat
my ass, but a lot of times he does and it's wonderful.  Again, sounds
gross, but it's beyond description." I said suddenly not afraid of shocking
her.

   "Have you ever done it there?" She asked turning crimson.

   "What?  Licked his ass or had sex in my ass?"

   "Had sex in your ass." She asked quietly.

   "No, but we've tried a couple times.  It'll happen sometime.  It hurts
to try and then you lose that mojo.  But a thumb or a finger feels good
while you're getting laid.  (I paused to check with her) You haven't run
away or turned to stone Merriam, how are you doing?"

   "I'm listening to you aren't I?  I was brought up in a strict home and
all of these things seem to be flirting with the devil." Merriam said
hoping to make a point.

   "You're sleeping with your boyfriend; you are having sex with each
other, right?"

   "Of course!  You know that."

   "Well, wasn't THAT supposed to turn you into the brimstone and fire? 
You obviously have modified your "moral character" a little, but it doesn't
sound like you're enjoying it like you should."

   "I know, I know!" She whined.  I just don't think I can open up like
that, especially with Artie.  He thinks I'm a porcelain doll.  I take the
lead with what sex we have, but I don't get the satisfaction you do, or
even what HE does.  I mean it feels good, but not like it does to you
obviously.  He's asleep in 10 minutes."

   "I'm going to piss you off here, but what you need is to get out and
find a guy to lock up with you in a room and have you walk out 3 days later
bow-legged and exhausted.  You don't need to fall in love; you just need to
find out what can happen." I prescribed.

   "That'll never be Artie." She said forlornly.

   "Merriam, you can learn to control a guy with his dick in your mouth. 
You can make him do whatever you want.  Then get down on your knees and
shoulders with your ass in the air and invite him to fuck the daylights out
of you and ask him to slap your ass a few times.  He'll be sniffing like a
dog in heat in a few hours, guaranteed.  Have that pussy waxed and shove
his face in there and tell him what you want."

   "God Hillary, you're going so fast on me and I can't process all of
this." She said shaking her head.

   "You know if I didn't have Cal right here with me this weekend I would
take you to bed myself and show you some good lovin' you would never
forget!" I said wishing I really hadn't.

   Merry's face turned ashen and then white.  "You're a lesbian too!"

   "No, silly, but YES I have enjoyed the company of women when there was
nothing else around and, admittedly, usually a little drunk.  Who knows
more of what makes a woman happy but another woman.  Can you honestly tell
me you've never even thought about touching and caressing an attractive
woman you've seen, because you know how soft and warm your own body feels."

   "Hillary, you scare me, or am I just that far out of the loop?" She
wondered aloud while her face silently answered my query.

   "Do I sound that much more promiscuous than Elaine on Seinfeld, or Penny
on Big Bang Theory?" I asked her.

   "Well, No!  You don't hook up with every guy you meet.  Those characters
are sluts if you really think about it, but I suppose they do represent
many single women in today's society.  You just have your sexual freedom
and I guess I can't get over how much you enjoyed it when I thought you
were being murdered."

   "You've never wondered what the big deal was about women's orgasms? 
Come on!" I asked incredulously.

   "Not so much that.  It was the sex itself.  Yes, it feels good, but I
never felt more release than what I get by myself, and even then, none of
the fireworks you seem to experience.  Artie doesn't spend much pre-sex
time with me." She said shyly.

   "You mean foreplay?  God Merry, that's half or more of the fun and
adventure of sex!"

   Suddenly I was overcome with the urge to kiss her and show her a REAL
kiss.  I knew she might revolt on me so I tried to be firm, but gentle.  I
stepped towards her like I was about to just hug her, but I planted my
mouth firmly on hers.  I felt her push back with her hands, but her mouth
kissed back and I pulled her tighter and she no longer resisted.  We had a
long soft kiss and she was kissing back until I broke enough to look her in
her startled eyes.

   "I'll bet Arties lips aren't as soft and tender as mine, and I can show
you more." I said as I kissed her deeply again and brought a hand to her
breast.

   "I shouldn't be doing this." She said firmly.

   "Walk away and we're all done then." I said as I felt her hard nipple
through her shirt (she wore no bra in her haste to leave the house earlier)
and kissed her mouth again.

   I heard her groan from my nipple play and I pushed my tongue into her
mouth.  She pushed hers to mine as I brought my other hand to her other
breast.  She began to breath hard through her nose amid her groans.

   I broke the kiss to smile at her and she said, again, "I shouldn't be
doing this."

   "Merry, just walk away and we're all done here." I said and hesitated to
give her the chance to do just that.

   She didn't move and I moved my mouth to hers again and reached down to
pull her t-shirt up over her breasts.  My hands went to her bare breasts
and felt her.  They were full round breasts and when I broke the kiss to
look I saw 2 beauties with puffy dark areola and nipples that turned upward
as an invitation to be sucked.  I didn't pass on that invitation.

   As my mouth dropped to her right breast she said "I shouldn't be doing
this."

   "Merry, just walk away and we're all done here." I said as she caressed
my head while sucking on beautiful nipples and fondling her breast.

   Merry began to squirm and eventually lay back on the sofa as I hovered
over her mauling her nipples with my fingers and mouth.  The way she was
scissoring her legs and squirming I knew what she needed to do.

   "Soothe that itch Merry.  Grab yourself through your pants or put your
hand inside.  Enjoy yourself.  We're going to take you to never-never
land." I whispered as she thrust her hand between her legs and clawed at
herself through the sweatpants she had escaped the house in earlier.

   "GOD!!  I shouldn't be doing this!" She bellowed.

   "Merry, push me off and walk away and we're all done, no questions
asked." I whispered.

   She continued to grab and pinch at herself through her pants until I had
both of her breasts red from my gnawing, pinching and playing.  I sat back
and undid the drawstring bow she had tied on the waist of her sweats.  I
smiled at her and put my hands on either side of them grasping them tightly
and pulling up to urge her to lift up so I could lower them.

   "I shouldn't be doing this.  I'm NOT . . . . ." She said not finishing
her sentence as she lifted and they came right down to her knees.

   "Merry, Listen to my words!  YOU are not a lesbian, I am NOT a lesbian.
WE are having a little extracurricular fun to show you how good lovemaking
can make you feel.  Tell me to stop whenever you want.  I'm not forcing you
am I?"

   "No, for God's sake, but I shouldn't be doing this!"

   "I shouldn't be either, but I have a friend I want to show HOW to open
the door to such pleasures she's never known.  Should I stop?" I asked
meeting her eye to eye.

   "Should you?  YES! . . . .  But please don't.  Tell me I won't be
sorry."

   "You won't" I said as I took her panty and pulled it down as she lifted.
When it got to her knees with her sweat pants I pushed them all the way off
one leg and I slid to my knees between her legs while she lay back on the
sofa.

   Her pussy was trimmed back a little to accommodate a swim suit, but
certainly not a bikini cut.

   "We'll have to shave this little pootie later so you can feel sexy all
day.  Wait till you see how smooth mine is." I said as I leaned up and used
my fingers to spread her bush to put my tongue on her clit.

   She instantly bounced on the sofa cushion and exclaimed an "Oh God!!",
but I continued to lick her button until it popped from its hood.  She was
ripe, for sure.  Her arms flailed on the sofa cushions waving and
scratching at them.

   "Your tits Merry, your hands should be on your tits.  Roll your nipples
and you'll feel it all the way down here." I whispered as she did as I
ordered.

   Her pussy was thick with her cream and I suspect that is was as aroused
as she had ever gotten.  It was then I took two fingers and wiped up
through her furrow to gather her cream and I jammed them into her pussy
while my mouth attached to her clit.

   Her response was as I expected and I used my chin and my shoulders on
her inner thighs to keep her from throwing me off.  It was then her orgasm
started as a guttural growl started deep in her throat that build up to a
high pitch as her ass came off the sofa and she undulated her hips as if
riding a big cock.  Suddenly her high pitch screech stopped and she froze
and vibrated as I continued to suck her fat clit and piston my fingers. 
Just as suddenly she seemed to drop away from me as if she had passed out,
limp with a wet washrag.  Just as suddenly she repeated the whole cycle and
then her hands left her breasts and went to the back of my head to at first
hold me tighter, but then push me away.  Respecting her requests to stop
earlier I pulled off her at being pushed away.  She slumped back into the
sofa with her chest heaving.

   "Are you happy Merry?" I whispered as I slid up and lay next to her.

   She nervously nodded.

   This is where your lover would bring his raging hard-on to your lips so
you could soothe the hurt he has before he plugs it into your pussy and
makes all of those orgasms all over again.  Now do you know why I was
making so much noise the other night?"

   She nodded nervously again, still puffing heavily.

   I slid off the sofa to the floor and slipped out of the shorts I was
wearing and lowered my panties.  I propped up on one elbow and put my other
hand between my legs to relieve my own pain from my bursting clit.  I had
no expectations of Merriam helping me along but I wanted to show her how I
got off as well as how pretty my slick little pussy was.

   I began to stroke myself and I called out her name.

   "Merry, watch me make myself happy like I made you.  See how pretty my
smooth little pussy is."

   She sat up, her pretty breasts moving so sexy until she pulled her shirt
back down but she locked her eyes on my pussy and my fingers working my
clit.

   "I'm stoking my clit much like my tongue stroked yours and now I'll use
my other hand to finger myself.  You got me so wet I'll cum as fast as you
did." I intimately whispered to her.

   I laid back and worked my clit as I got two fingers just inside my puss.
I began to writhe on the floor and raise my ass off the carpet as my spasm
got closer and closer.  Suddenly I lost control and had very much the same
orgasm she had with a long growl and a screech.  I wasn't fully satisfied,
but I had put a nice fire out.  I laid back and got my breath and neither
of us said a word for 5 minutes.  Then I popped up to my knees.

   "Come with me to the bathroom, I'll help you trim up that pussy and make
it a neat little play area." I said getting to my feet.

   "I don't know.  I shouldn't be doing this." She said innocently, but I
smiled back to her knowing she had said that all the time I drove her to
her pleasure.

   She laughed at herself and stood, pushing her sweats and panty off the
one leg they dangled from.  She followed me to the bathroom where I scissor
trimmed her and then used some femme shaving cream meant just for this job
to get the heavy stubble off.  We took turns getting to places she could or
couldn't reach.  I turned on the shower for her and she went in and I went
back to the living room to wait for her to come out because she was going
to have 100 questions for me later.

   When she came out after a long shower she seemed to try and avoid me and
I rushed to get her before she closed herself in her room.

   "Merriam, you have NOTHING to feel ashamed of, NOTHING to feel guilty
for.  You have questions and I want to answer them before you jump to
conclusions." I said putting my hand on her shoulder.

   She turned and I could see she had cried.

   "Don't be upset.  You know you could have walked away at any time." I
said to be sure she understood that.

   "I know," She said through her tears.  "I just didn't want to."

   "So what is there to be upset about?  I'm your friend and I let you
experience something you never did before.  It's not something I do on a
regular basis, and that was only the 2nd time I was the dominant one.  I
don't really enjoy taking that male role, but I did it for you and you
seemed to REALLY enjoy it.  Did you ever think your body could do that?"

   She shook her head and would not make eye contact with me.  Then she
said, "How can I get married to Artie now that I've discovered this side of
me?"

   "Merriam, you're NOT a lesbian!" I insisted.

   "Oh, I KNOW that.  But Artie could NEVER make me happy like that, he's
too selfish and thinks he's a great lover." She sniffed between words.

   "Remember what I said, when you suck their dicks you control everything.
He knows about all of that stuff, he just thinks you're his little doll. 
Once you bring the sex to the next level he'll begin to come around." I
assured her.

   "HOW CAN I BRING IT TO THE NEXT LEVEL IF I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING?"

   "First off, there is no bad blow job, trust me.  When a guy is getting
his dick sucked, he's happy.  But he has to know that if you suck his dick,
no matter how much you LIKE it, it won't happen again if he doesn't eat the
pootie." I schooled her.

   "How do I know if I can do it, and if I want to?" She said looking at me
with lost eyes.

   "After you came and were lying there in that sexy state just 90 minutes
ago, if I had straddled your face, you would have licked MY pussy.  I know
it; it's just the state you're in after you've had a big one." I whispered,
even though no one else could hear us.

   She nodded.  "I know, I thought I was going to have to and I was ready
even though I was petrified."

   "Just know that I would NEVER do that to you, expect that of you.  We
had a special moment and it was your moment, not mine.  It was the best way
for me to explain the point I wanted to make." I said rubbing her shoulder,
trying to still calm her.

   "I wanted to slap you and run away, but it all felt so good!" She said
with a cry and a little chuckle.

   "Listen, this may sound "out there" but I have a friend, Terry, who is
maybe the best lover I've ever had.  He doesn't get attached to anyone
because he just runs around too much.  He's handsome, has a boat, a summer
home, a pilot's license, and is a confirmed bachelor.  If I asked him to
take you away for a weekend and be patient with you I know he would do it,
and you would not regret it.  He owes me a favor and if he got a look at
you he would jump at the chance He's a real sweetheart and has girls after
him all of the time.  They all think they can make it happen, but he is the
player extraordinaire.  If he thinks a girl has expectations, he's gone."

   "What would I have to do?" She asked suspiciously.

   "You wouldn't HAVE to do anything.  Nothing would happen you didn't want
to.  He's not a rapist or anything like that.  He would respect the word
no, and would take you home whenever you wanted."

   "Then WHY would he do it?"

   "Because I would ask him by telling him that you're a good friend of
mine and I think he would like you.  I will tell him that you're pretty and
a lot of fun.  That we've lived together for a few years.  He wouldn't even
go with you if you were a "guarantee".  He likes the hunt, but believe me,
he would literally charm the pants off of you.  After you came home he
never blabs and he would never try to call you again or follow up with you,
no matter WHAT happened."

   "How did YOU get a second date?"

   "Good question!  After our first time together I ended up doubling with
another friend for a weekend in Lake Havasu, and she was with him.  The
four of us had such a good time he called me a week later, knowing I didn't
hound him or try to call him after our first date."

   "So, is he a male escort, would you pay him?" She asked suspicious
again.

   "No, he's just a Good Time Charlie and he loves women and their company.
He's very charming and lets his partner set the pace.  He was so confident
he had me on our first date that I didn't sleep with him.  We necked and
petted a bit, but I was determined not to fill his ego.  But I found out he
doesn't really have an ego like that.  I spent two weeks smitten with him
until Caleb came back to town, and Terry could not have cared less about me
for striking out.  He got on with his life and it was ME who missed HIM. 
Then a friend of mine told me about a trip she was taking to Lake Havasu in
Arizona.  A guy with a plane was taking her and there was room for two
more. It ended up being Terry.  So, I got Caleb to go along and we had a
ball.

   Terry actually called me a few weeks later and he and I went away skiing
in Vermont and we had a great time, we even skied a little (haha).  Last
month he had a big weekend planned and he got an abscessed tooth.  He
called and I got him in on a Saturday morning with a Dentist in our
practice.  That saved his weekend when he thought he might have to cancel,
so he owes me.  Plus, if he gets one look at you he'll jump at the chance
to date you.  He loves breasts, and yours are spectacular."

   "You'll tell him that I'm . . . .  ummm . . .  not experienced?" She
asked with a worried look.

   "Yes, but a fast learner!  OK?" I said hoping she knew I was kidding.

   "He won't know we had a gay affair?"

   "WE DIDN'T HAVE A GAY AFFAIR!  Friends had an intimate moment, and it
happens with lots of girlfriends, I guarantee you.  Lots of my girlfriends
in high school learned how to kiss with their friends, found out what an
orgasm felt like with their friends.  Trust me." I assured her.

   "What I'll really tell him is that I have a good friend, my roommate,
that hasn't been shown a good time in a long while.  She's very pretty and
is anxious to get out and let loose a little.  Is that OK?"

   "I guess, but it sounds like I'm hiring an escort.  Let me think on it
tonight and I'll let you know in the morning.  OK?" She asked.

   "Of course Merry, this is your decision.  Just don't turn it down
because you're "scared".  You know you've been Miss Priss all of your life
and this afternoon you found out what your body is capable of, because you
didn't back down.  Believe when I say, Terry will be a perfect gentleman
with you and will never push you into anything you don't want."

   "OK, I'm going to get to bed early; it's been a long day.  Thank you
Hillary for being a true friend, an honest friend, a patient friend." She
said as she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

   It was the first time she ever kissed me besides earlier today.  Today
we had crossed a threshold in our relationship as girlfriends.

   She got to her room and she hesitated before going in and then she
walked in, but her door didn't close and then she came out again, her face
red in embarrassment.

   "I'm sorry, but I have to ask you a personal question that's just
killing.  I know you insist that we didn't have an affair.  But can you
tell me how many women you've been with in that way?" She said quietly, her
voice almost squeaking.

   "I know you're worried that might happen again sometime, and I can
assure you, it won't.  I'm not a lesbian and barely what you can call
bi-sexual.  If that ever happens again, you will be the instigator.  As to
your question, "in that way", you are only the second woman I've ever went
down on.  Fingers with a few, and been on the receiving end a few times,
but you are only the second, and the first sober.  If you must know, I
don't like it, but I know how to do it good because I know what I like. 
Now go to bed and stop worrying about what happened.  It was nothing.  It
made my friend happy and showed her what pleasure is." I assured her while
being perfectly honest with her.

   I think in the course of a few hours she went from thinking I was
obsessed with sex to finding out what all the fuss was about.  I really
didn't think that her Artie was such a dud, I think it was he was afraid to
be aggressive with her thinking "only bad girls do those things".  She
herself said he treated her like a crystal doll.  I think it was when she
said about sex that she felt "warm and squishy and that it for his pleasure
anyway" that I couldn't imagine going through life or any relationship like
that.  As far as my seducing her, something just came over me that I wanted
my friend to feel passion.  I just had the feeling she had never been
kissed passionately (you know the kind that makes your knees buckle).  Once
I saw how much she responded and wasn't resisting me, I knew I would finish
what I never thought would possibly happen.  I knew it was the only time,
besides the first time when I slept over with a friend in high school, that
I was stone sober and not horny as hell beforehand.

   Chapter Two

   In the morning Merriam and I were typical to our habits.  The first one
up made coffee and after we each got a cup and began to move around we
started talking.

   "I thought about it." Were her first words that Sunday morning, and that
was after her first few sips of coffee.

   I just looked up from my newspaper and coffee with a quizzical cat look.

   She "answered" my look with, "I think about, umm . . .How would I feel
if Artie hired a prostitute to get the kind of sex he fantasizes about? 
You know, to find out what it's like."

   Without looking up from my paper I asked "How do you know he hasn't"

   I could tell Merriam was burning from my comment and she let it hang in
the air for a few minutes and finally said, "That was mean."

   "I'm sorry Merry but how DO you know it isn't true?  Your dating Terry
for a weekend is not like hiring a stud service.  Anything that happens
will be voluntary and he will have no expectations.  Terry is a great guy
who happens to know his way around a woman.  He loves the hunt and the
chase.  No matter what, you'll meet him Wednesday night here for dinner."

   "You invited him to come meet me?"

   "Nooooo.  I invited him to dinner.  He's in town every Wednesday for a
sales meeting and I asked him to stop.  He asked if we would be alone and I
told him my roommate would be here.  He asked about you and I simply said
you had a guy who was serious about you but you didn't quite know what to
make of the commitments.  I said you were in a rut and needed a night away
from it all.  That was why we were staying in.  We could eat, drink and
talk, may be watch a movie."

   "Is he going to stay with you afterwards?" She asked suspiciously.

   "No, he and I are friends, not lovers.  We had our little fling and sex
now would complicate our friendship." I assured her.

   For the next few days we both went about our workaday lives and we
carried on as we normally did.  Tuesday was a date night with Artie for
Merry but she was home before 10 and she came in and sat to watch the news
with me and I couldn't help but notice the sour look on her face.

   "What's the matter roomie?" I asked.

   "I'm very confused and feel a little betrayed, I guess is the word."

   "Not by me, I hope." I countered, but she quickly shook her head.

   "No, after pizza we were going to the movie and he had to stop at the
hotel where he works to drop off some keys he had, something about Fire
Department inspections.  When he got back in the car I sort of went for
him, tried to get him to skip the movie and we could use one of the rooms.
He looked at me like I was out of my mind and told me he REALLY wanted to
see this movie.  Probably the first time I've ever made a horny come-on to
him, he usually sets the pace, and I get shunned for a movie.  I didn't say
a word the rest of the night and I'm not even sure he realized it.  When he
dropped me off he turned off the engine like we might neck but I just
leaned and kissed his cheek, saying I had to run.  He just said OK and
started the car.  He never ONCE made notice of the fact I ignored him from
the hotel to the theatre, and all the way home." She said as she began tear
up.

   I wanted to go over and hug and comfort her, but I was afraid she might
take it the wrong way right then, but I did have some advice for her.

   "Merry, like I've told you before, make sure of the commitment you want
to make.  Don't mistake love for complacent security.  Making sex a bigger
part of your relationship is important.  Besides bearing your own children,
it may be the greatest joy in life, and all you need to experience it is a
partner, preferably the person you love, intimately, privately, and without
reserve."

   "I think I understand that more now, Hillary, and tonight I tried and
struck out.  I just got the first picture of being married and I'm sure
discouraged.  It's not looking like the bliss I expected." She said with a
sad face.

   "Well, Merry, you can't let one night like tonight color your whole
perspective.  Men can have off nights just like a woman does.  Don't think
this is what every night would be, that wouldn't be a fair judgment.  But I
think you may need to light a fire under him sooner or later." I advised.

   "Ummm, do you really think that if I spent some time with your friend I
might see things differently, get a new perspective?"

   "You would definitely see how another man might treat you, and not take
you for granted." I said hoping to make my point.

   "That's what it is, isn't it?  Artie takes me for granted already.  I
need to show him some zing, something to make me sexy, mysterious and
unpredictable."

   "YOU said it.  I think you have finally seen the light.  You see, I'm
not trying to push you away from Artie, I'm trying to push you closer in a
lot of ways.  You know the reasons you love him, now you just need to learn
the things to keep falling in love with him, and he you, over and over.  If
I showed you one thing, it's the joy you can get from your own body, and
now you have to share that."

   "I guess I finally know what you mean.  What have you told this Terry
guy?" She asked.

   "Exactly what I told you before, nothing more." I said crossing my
fingers to cover a "little lie".

   I had told Terry she might be open to getting away from it all, but
beyond that, I made no promises or gave him false expectations.  I also
knew he was planning to bring his boat to Cape Cod.  He planned to go down
the Hudson to New York, through the Long Island Sound and to the Cape. 
When I say "his boat", it's more like a huge yacht.  Terry's family comes
from Sanibel Island money, his grandfather specifically, and Terry was
entrusted with keeping the yacht fit and in order.  He keeps it in Martha's
Vineyard or around Albany for the Summer & Fall, dpending on his work, and
then leaves it back in Sanibel for the Winter & early Spring..  "Keeping"
the boat is an expensive proposition, but he enjoys parties on it during
the summer.

   I really wasn't sure how Merry and Terry (Oh God!  I hope they NEVER
become a couple!!) might get along.  I know Terry would like how Merriam
looked, but he wasn't real superficial.  If she were homely, but was fun to
be with and a good personality match, it would make little difference to
him.  (I also knew that once he saw her with tits out he might go crazy, if
there were one Achilles heel in his make-up, it was breasts, and she had
the kind that any breathing human might want to get their hands and mouth
on)

   Until Terry knocked on the door Wednesday evening Merriam and I hadn't
discussed him anymore.  For her it was general nervousness because she was
seriously contemplating doing something impetuous and morally challenging
to her own make-up.  Merriam chose to make an entrance after Terry and I
exchanged hellos as he presented a hostess gift of wine and flowers.  I was
about to take the flowers from his hands when he turned to the now entering
Merriam saying, "And you must be the afore to mentioned roommate that I
have never had the pleasure to meet.  Hillary said you were a bit down in
the dumps and I hoped these might lift your spirits so we might all have a
grand evening."

   Merriam turned crimson and accepted them, introducing herself.

   "Merriam, call me Merry."

   "Enchante', for sure.  Terry!"

   "The flowers are beautiful and YES, they will lift my spirit." She said
as she smelled their fragrance and already felt at ease around him.

   We sat and talked over a few glasses of wine with some cheese fondue
appetizer.  He had been there for about an hour when I said, "Well, I'll
leave the two of you to talk while I put the finishing touches on dinner; I
just need to brown the casserole and sear the scallops."

   After I went into the kitchen I was happy to hear the two of them
talking up a storm.  If Merriam turned him down, it wouldn't be over
discomfort of getting along.  They were laughing and at one point she came
back to get a second bottle of wine.  She only winked as she came by.

   I said, "10 more minutes." And she answered "Take your time."

   I was happy for her.

   When I had the scallops just right I was about to call them to the table
and I became aware it was quiet in the living room.

   I called out "Dinner bell, come and get it!" and turned to walk the
serving pan to the table and I saw a quick reflection in the ocean picture
opposite the dining room table.  They appeared to be breaking from an
embrace.

   At the table I could see Merriam was wet-eyed and Terry said he was
going to wash up.

   "Everything OK?" I asked.

   "Yes, he just hit a couple nerves as we did a little due diligence on
our situations.  I'm fine, he's IS a sweetheart.  (and then under her
breath) "and a good hugger and kisser too".

   I was happy she had opened up a bit to Terry, but surprised it happened
so fast and so physical.  (Que Sera Sera.)

   "I told him love had confused me and I started tear up and he hugged me
to comfort me and for some reason I just kissed him and, Wow, did he kiss
back!" She whispered as we heard him coming back up the hall.

   Merriam moved up to take a chair as I went into the galley at the dining
area as Terry walked around the corner.

   "Let me get your chair, Merry." He said as he pulled out a chair as I
turned to bring in the scallop platter.

   "Here, Hillary.  Let me get that casserole if that's all we need." Terry
said brushing by me.

   "Great!" I told him, "That's the whole dinner.  Just bring in the wine
from the living room."

   He ducked around the corner and came back filling our glasses before he
sat.

   I rose my glass to make a toast and he quickly said, "To friends, my two
beautiful friends, one old and one new.  Here's hoping our new acquaintance
together tonight brings a lasting memory."

   "Terry," I added, "You are such a charmer, but a gentleman through and
through."

   We talked about literally everything over dinner, but it was quite
apparent that Merriam had been charmed by Terry.  The way she watched him
as he spoke told me she was smitten.  I felt I should be the one to center
her a bit.

   "Merry, had you told Terry that you got engaged last week?" I asked
knowing it might let some of the air out of her balloon before it got out
of control.

   "Yes, she had." Terry answered quickly.  "But he hadn't put a ring on
her for the question.  As she explained that to me she got a bit emotional,
so let's not throw a blanket on this nice moment."

   "Of course, I'm sorry." I said shifting gears, "Had you told her you're
headed to Martha's Vineyard this weekend?"

   "No.  Ummm . . .  Merriam, my Grandfather has this yacht that he's
entrusted to me.  It's been my sort of floating party from time to time
over the summer, but I'm going to take it down the Hudson, through Long
Island Sound and into The Vineyard to keep there until I bring it back to
Sanibel, come the Fall, for the Winter.  I leave on Friday night and I'll
get there sometime Saturday after mooring at Port Jefferson overnight.  It
will be an awesome trip.  I'm looking forward to it."

   "A yacht?  How big is it?" She asked.

   "Tip to tip, it's about 65 feet.  It's something I could never afford
and can just barely afford to just keep it in the water.  It's was his
pride and joy, but he can't sail it anymore.  Once he passes I'll probably
sell it.  Don't let that sound so crude.  It probably costs 20K a year to
gas and stow it.  He insures it; otherwise I could never have accepted it.
He's tickled to know I enjoy it so much, but if I'm on it 20 days a month
from April to October, it's a lot.  I'm toying with, and tried mooring here
and living on it some times."

   "Sounds like a job to just drive it, or sail it, however boat people say
that." Merry said blushing that she didn't know the term to use.

   Terry smiled big at her.  "I'd like to tell you how I can deftly move
this small ship in the water but, outside of short party trips on the
Hudson here, or right around the inlets around Sanibel Island, I can't use
it safely.  I hire a pilot who's able to get me around places like New York
and Long Island and knows how to keep us from getting lost out on the
ocean."

   This was all new to me as well as Merry and I had a lot of questions
too.

   "That alone must be expensive, hiring someone to . . . .  umm . . 
"pilot" the boat."

   "Not as much as you might think.  Many of these guys work out of Cape
Cod, Sanibel, and places like that making one-way trips, but they need to
get back to their base or next job.  I usually check a list of guys looking
to make returns on a schedule.  It saves them the expense of flying, and
they make a little."

   "So the tail wags the dog as to when you can make trips like this."
Merriam asked.

   "Yes, I schedule my trips around them, except when I fly to Sanibel in
the Spring to bring it back here, but I can usually find a few snowbirds
needing ferry back to New York and that defrays the cost." Terry said as he
dug into his dinner.

   "What are the accommodations when you do this?" Merry wondered.

   "It has 3 sleeping quarters, all with queen sized beds.  There's a
kitchen, sundeck, living room, 2 toilets, and one fresh water shower.  When
business brings me here I live on it when I can for spring and summer." He
added as he got up to pour more wine for all of us.

   That move changed the subject of conversation away from him back to
current events and things going on in our lives, our jobs, etc.  After
dessert they both helped me clear the table and get things in the
dishwasher before we settled in the living room, all three of us on the
sofa with Terry in the middle.  He brought a DVD of "Walk of Shame" that we
watched and giggled our way through.  The food and wine had really lifted
our spirits and I knew Terry was setting his sights on Merriam, he was
interested and Merriam was showing me a side I had never seen before, a
little teasing and playful.

   I got up to go to the bathroom; I was about ready to burst.  When I came
out I opened the door as quiet as I could so I could peek and see if they
were making progress as a couple.  Terry appeared to be facing Merry on the
sofa with his mouth firmly attached to hers.  I watched them neck for a
minute and then noisily reopened the door.  They broke and I rejoined them
on the sofa flipping through channels to find the news, it was just eleven
o'clock.

   "I have a 7:30 breakfast meeting and should be going." Terry said as he
stood and I agreed that we ALL had to work in the a.m.

   I stood and stepped into Terry's arms for a hug and kiss and then
Merriam took his hand and walked him towards the door.  Terry said how
great it was to meet her and then kissed her and turned and waved to me as
he left.

   The door clicked shut and Merriam turned to me.  Her faced turned white
and then red.

   "I just agreed to go with him on his trip.  We leave here Friday
afternoon and come back on the train on Sunday evening." She said as her
face burst into a wide grin, but I could see tears as well.

   "What's the matter Merry?" I asked.

   "I'm really going to cheat on Artie, and I really don't give a shit."

   "Merriam, if you really didn't give a shit, you wouldn't be so confused
right now." I pointed out to her.

   "I suppose, I just have to make up a good story for Artie."

   "Merry, he doesn't OWN you and you don't have to explain every little
move you make.  Make him squirm a little and maybe he'll appreciate you
more." I advised.

   "I have to tell him something, I'll just say I'm going on a shopping
trip to Boston or New York with a girlfriend." She said, her voice trailing
off.

   "How did Terry ask you?" I wondered.

   "I had turned to say something to him and I couldn't resist kissing him
again.  He got right up on to me and threw his tongue down my throat and
then hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear.  He said, "Come with me on
my trip this weekend.  You can get away and clear your head about things.
I'll have no expectations but to show you a good time.  The weather is
supposed to be awesome, we can laugh, talk, swim, sunbathe and have a
couple great dinners in Port Jeff and Martha's Vineyard." I just said OK,
but to call me tomorrow here."

   I cautioned her to think about it before jumping into this because I had
to warn her, Terry rarely followed up after an affair.  He's a hit and run
guy, but he'll stay friends if you don't stalk him.

   "Know that if you think you're going to start something beyond the
weekend, he will likely not have any part of it." I cautioned her as I saw
the smitten look on her face.  (Terry was as advertised, VERY charming, and
hard to resist.)

   "I know, I told him the same thing about me.  Whether I marry Artie now
or later, I still think I'll be with him, but there is still no ring on my
finger." She responded showing me more awareness of the situation at hand
than I gave her credit for.

   After a long silence she looked at me and then hugged me tightly and
then kissed me on the lips, a little kiss that lingered a bit.

   "No more talk about Terry.  I'm a big girl and you passed a baton to me
in Terry that I can take and run with, but I know that no matter what
happens, I pass it along at the end.  I didn't have time to ask him a lot
of questions, but there are separate beds and quarters.  He assured me that
nothing had to happen, even though we lit some fuses here.  Thank you, you
are a special friend, and I love you in a way I've loved no other friend.
Maybe someday I'll make love to you to show you how I feel."

   She spun from me and went right to her room.  The wisdom she picked up
in the past few days was apparent and I wondered if the orgasms I gave her
unlocked some roadblock in her mind, or if this was all just coincidence as
she put her relationships with Artie, me, and now Terry, in perspective.

   True to her word and my own promise to her, we spoke no further about
Terry, her possible weekend, or Artie.  Upon returning home from work on
Friday I saw she had left me a note, "See you Sunday!  XXXOOO." Her car was
gone leaving me only assume she had went with Terry.

   I heard nothing from her all weekend and at one point I called her cell
only to hear it ringing in her room.  She had left it behind with a message
on it that she would return calls.

   I checked train schedules and saw there was one due from Boston at 6:45
on Sunday evening.  At 7:30 I heard her car pull into the car port across
from the townhouse.  When she came in she seemed to be a different person,
happy and carefree.  She was no more in the door when she picked up our
phone and called Artie, bubbling on the phone about her shopping trip and
how she could not wait to see him.  When she turned and looked to me, (we
had hardly said hello's when she had walked in) and she smiled big, blushed
deeply and then wheeled her bags to her room and closed the door.

   I waited about 20 minutes and finally I was dying to know how it went
and I went and knocked on her door.

   "Give 10 more minutes, I'm still returning calls." Then I heard a loud
giggle.  "Why do you want to talk to me?"

   Then, in my best George Costanza I barked, "DETAILS, BABY, I NEED
DETAILS!!"

   I heard her giggle again and I went to the sofa with 2 wine glasses to
wait for her.

   True to her word, in about 10 minutes she came out and she truly glowed.

   "You don't think I'm going to kiss and tell, do you?" She said mocking
me.

   "You bet your cute ass I think you are.  Come on Merry, spill!"

   "OK, bear with me a little.  I've never shared like this before and some
of it's a little embarrassing, and some is a LOT embarrassing.  You NEVER
tell anyone this, UNDERSTOOD?" She said pointing her finger.

   "You KNOW who you're talking to Merry.  We've shared intimacies for the
sake of your personal happiness and we have a bond.  Be sure of that!" I
assured her.

   "First of all you could not have found ME a better person to trust my
both personal and sexual well being.  Terry is a gorgeous sweetheart and
could have not been and nicer, and sexier, and more patient, and probably
most of all, understanding.  He and I will be friends for a long time."

   "The boat is fucking huge!  When he walked me to it on the Capital Boat
Club dock, I thought he was kidding me.  He brought me up to the pilots
nest and asked me to stay with him until we picked up his hired pilot in
Croton-on-Hudson.  The whole idea of being with him had me horny as hell,
and I was pretty giggly.  We had been on the water for about an hour when
he asked if he could quiz me on something that was very forward.  I
shrugged my shoulders and said "shoot."

   "You're all giggly and squirmy, I have a feeling your little pussy is
begging for your attention."

   "I was flabbergasted, but, just to show him that I was "in" on the
weekend.  I admitted he was right!"

   "Pull up your little sundress and have at it, don't be shy.  Just
because I can't help you right now, doesn't mean you can't do what feels
good."

   "There is a high bench with foot rail opposite the pilots chair that I
had been on and off a couple times, so I boldly slipped up onto it.  I
lifted my sundress to reveal my bikini bottom and I untied the sides.  I
began to rub myself like you showed me with your fingers and I have
practiced many times since.  He was watching the water and I at the same
time and it was obvious he was getting quite an erection.  I got bold and
lifted my foot and set it on the side of his leg to rub his cock with my
foot.  I felt like such a sexy tease doing that, and I tell you I have
NEVER been so bold.  After I came I just put my head back to rest and I
heard him cut the engines.  When I turned to him he was taking his pants
down and holding his cock, ready to spear me, I was still spread eagle.  I
held my breath and he sheathed me fully.  He fucked me like an animal right
out there in the open.  I mean, no one could see us, but it was
exhilarating.  Then he started talking sex to me.

   He stopped and told me what a pretty pussy I had and I must have just
trimmed it.  I told him I had and you had helped.  He said "Pretty girls
helping pretty girls with their pussies, so sexy.  I bet she ate it for you
too." And I nodded not thinking.  He just smiled at me, so sexy.

   Then he thrusts into me hard a few more times, I had come about 2 more
times from him already AFTER what I did with my fingers, and I NEVER really
came from being fucked by a man.  Then he asked me if I ate your pretty
pussy too.  I told him I hadn't and he smiled to me and plugged me hard a
few more times before he said, "Get down on your knees and find out what a
pussy tastes like."

   I'm so naïve, I didn't know what he meant, and then he put his cock in
my face.  Then, like I had done it a 100 times before I opened my mouth and
sucked at him, tasting my pussy and his man taste.  It was so sexy I felt
my nostrils flare and I really went to town pushing my mouth over his cock.
I knew to go up and down on it.  I had done it willingly once for a minute
before I was forced and said I would NEVER do it again.  But, this was
different and now he was gently fucking my mouth.

   I was getting to enjoy the feeling of him, the head all velvety and hard
going over my tongue and my nostril flaring from the feral feeling and then
he said "I'm going to shoot!"

   I wanted to pull my head away, but I couldn't, it just didn't seem the
right thing to do, to chicken out so suddenly, so I kept going and he
splashed hard in my mouth.  At first I thought I would puke or choke, but
after a couple swallows it was OK and he was really getting off on my
sucking him still.  He preened my hair and rubbed my cheek as he swooned
and really enjoyed what I was finishing off for him.

   Hillary, I felt so much like a woman then for the first time with a man.
We had completed sex and I took part and enjoyed it as much, maybe more,
than he did.  He helped me to my feet and kissed me and hugged me and
whispered sweet things in my ear about how sexy and what a good lover I was
and how he couldn't wait to eat my pussy in the moonlight that night.

   He took a bottle of wine from the little refrigerator there and poured
me a glass and told me to enjoy the rest of the trip to meet the pilot.  He
restarted the engines and we were off.  I wanted to scream to all the other
boats we passed that I just got laid and loved it, I felt so good.

   At Croton we stepped down from the pilots nest and met the pilot he
hired and Terry gave him the itinerary and showed him how to use the
intercom and phone to contact us if he needed to.  We went below and
changed into our bathing suits, put suntan lotion on ourselves, and laid on
a sun deck for a while before moving to the Hot Tub Spa after folding back
the top of the sun deck.  He turned up a half shell sun shield and turned
it to get our heads out of the sun and we just melted, it seemed, in the
warm water jets.

   He stood and reached into a cooler and pulled out 2 splits of champagne
and opened them, apologizing for not having glasses, but never in the hot
tub.  We sipped that from the bottles and then he asked if I wanted to get
out and I nodded and he came to me as if to lift me out.  I thought it was
funny, because I didn't need help, but he set me on the edge of the tub and
he sunk to his knees in the water and buried his head between my legs,
while his hands were untying the sides of my bikini bottom.  He ate me much
rougher than you, but quite pleasurably.  I think I came twice and then he
flipped me over and began eating me from behind and little by little he
moved up and began to lick my asshole.  I thought I would die from
embarrassment at first, but it felt so good.  While fingers were being
thrust into my pussy, he really ate my little ass.  He stopped and I was
going to look back and tell him how good it felt when he stood and plowed
into me from behind.  I never felt so taken, so deep.  I had never done
that (doggie) and I came twice really fast.  After the second time I was
just recovering when I felt pressure from his thumb on my asshole.  Before
I could protest it was in and it felt good getting fucked in both holes, I
felt like such a whore, a very lucky, happy whore.  Suddenly he said he was
going to cum and he pulled out and squirted his cum right up my back and my
ass.  I could feel it running down between my cheeks.

   He took my legs and lifted and said "pull forward so you don't drip into
the tub." I didn't know what he meant at first, but then it hit me, DUH! 
He didn't want his cum dripping into the hot tub.  I laid there on my
stomach exhausted and then I felt him with a soft cloth wiping me off, and
he asked me to kneel up and he gently wiped me clean, my back, between my
cheeks and my pussy.  Sexy man.

   He used the same cloth and wiped himself off and said we should change
into dry clothes for the rest of the trip; we were in the New York City
area.  I think it was about 6 or 7.  He said, "Do you want your things in
your room, or in our room, your choice.  I smiled big and kissed him hard
whispering "Our room".  There we changed into casual clothes to lounge on
the rear deck, just below the pilots nest.

   We alternated standing at the rail gawking at the sights and sitting
waving to passing boats until we got into The Sound.  He checked with the
pilot for a time we would arrive in Port Jeff and then he confirmed dinner
reservations for us, arranging for a cab to pick us up.

   It was a long and sexy night of food and wine and after dinner we taxied
back to the boat.  The pilot met us and he said he would be back at 7:00
a.m.  to head to Cape Cod.  I had been worrying about where the pilot was
going to be if we were in Terry's room.  I should have known he would have
taken care of everything.

   We watched the stars and listened to some satellite radio music station
for a long time and then we started necking.  GOD HE IS SO SEXY!  Suddenly
Frank Sinatra "The Way You Look Tonight" came on and he put his arms around
me and we dance on deck, my head on his shoulder, my hand in his hand and
his other hand firmly on my ass.  Every step he took I could feel the hard
roll of his cock against me.  When the song finished he swept me up and
took me in his arms to our room.  He laid me on the bed and stripped me,
taking the time to eat my boobs, my pussy and my ass.  He stood on the bed
to get his shorts off and I took the time to kneel up and suck him.  He
tasted so good and so sexy, I almost wished he would come in my mouth
again, but my pussy was on fire.

   He backed away from me and knelt on the bed and turned me around and
fucked me from behind again and I felt him splash spit on my ass and before
I could wonder why, his thumb went up my rump again.  It still felt good,
and made me feel real dirty again, so exciting.  Then his thumb came out
and he pulled me back to him, still inside me and we lay on our sides.

   He whispered, "we'll spoon" and I always wondered what that meant, and
now I knew.  From the side and back he thrust deeply into me and I came a
few more times but then I seemed to start to get dry.  He reached to a
little cubby on the head board and got a bottle of lube gel and put it on
my pussy and his cock.  From coming a couple times already in the day, he
was lasting much longer than I ever thought any man could last, but I
wasn't complaining.  He seemed to hunch up a bit and he was pushing my top
leg forward saying "Here, to open yourself up more." and it did seem to get
him deeper.  Then he slipped from me and he went to re-enter but he pushed
at my asshole.  I chuckled and said "lower Terry", and he said "Patience
Merry, trust me." Hillary, I can't believe I'm telling you this, but he
slid all the way up my ass and after it burned a little going up and in, it
felt exhilarating, new, different, and breathtaking.  He stayed buried as
deep as he could be and held himself there while he began to play with
nipples.  I was going crazy from so many new sensations in my body.  I was
being fucked in my ASS!"

   Merriam was obviously flustered by her retelling, but I was in absolute
shock, as well as having a little sexual frustration.

   "Merriam, how could you let all of this happen in just one day?  You
turned your whole sexual being upside down?  I am shocked, but so proud of
your courage.  Is this all the years of sexual frustration coming out?" I
asked as I felt myself flush.

   "No, it's a lot more of the confidence of Terry, and the trust I had in
him.  I know I could have stopped at any point of the day, but he just made
me think everything would be OK.  I just went with the pleasure.  I mean,
if he asked me if he could even TOUCH my bottom hole I would have slapped
him.  I mean, the blowjob was something I was considering if we got that
far, but eating his cum, or even tasting myself off of him was just made so
sexy by his gentle way and persuasive words.  I do not regret a thing that
happened.  He just made me feel free to try anything.  He was so perceptive
of my feelings, he even knew when I was getting wet pants and he just told
me to play with myself to start things off.  I think the fact I knew it was
just going to be me and him, just the weekend, and never again, even though
we might stay friends, made me bold to not fear anything.  God, I'm soaking
wet now just thinking about it." She admitted, squirming down into the
sofa.

   "Tell you what!  I want to hear more of your story, but not without
touching myself.  If you do it too it might be fun.  I promise, nothing
more." I said making her contemplate for a minute and then she stood and
lowered her panties.  I was wearing shorts and a long tee, the kind you
wear to bed, so I took of the shorts and my panty as well.  She looked
intently at my pussy and I know she had dirty thoughts about what could
happen, but I was pretty sure that if I had another affair with a woman so
close to the last one I might doubt myself.

   "Oh, this is SO much better than feeling the frustration." She said as
she lightly touched herself and continued.  "So Saturday morning I woke up
and saw a clock that said 10:30 and I could tell we were moving again.  I
rolled over to find Terry awake, but reading on his Kindle.  He saw me and
rolled to me saying "Good Morning sleepyhead.  I woke up at 10 and didn't
want to bother you." Before I could say anything he got up on his elbow and
looked at me very seriously asking, "Any regrets or questions?  Are you OK
with everything and do you still trust me?"

   I smiled back and nodded my head and told him it was all new to me, but
I had no regrets.  He apologized for getting carried away, but said he
couldn't help himself, I was so pretty and sexy.  I know I blushed 3 shades
of red and I told him that it was he that was sexy and I moved over to kiss
him.  That started a lot of necking and eventually he pulled me onto him.
When I paused for a breath he just said "ride me".  I looked at him
stupidly, unsure of all he meant and he reached down and moved himself
between my lips, God, he had good aim, and he slipped inside me.  Then I
did ride him and that was wonderful and new.  When he was ready to cum he
reached and held the cheeks of my ass and pounded up into me hard.  God, it
was so passionate.  After we got our breath we went in and showered
together, another first for me.

   When I was washing him I just had to get him in my mouth.  The way he
swooned made me want to make him cum, but he said so soon wouldn't happen
after a BIG day Friday.  He took his cock in his hand and pulled it from my
mouth, but pushed my head down and used his other hand to push his balls
towards my mouth.  I had never really touched a man's balls before, but I
went for it and I knew he loved that too.  That was easy, since we were in
the shower, I didn't worry about anything.  He held up his balls as if he
wanted me to use my mouth lower, but even in the shower I couldn't do
that."

   "Well," I added "After I felt how good it feels to me, I have no
reservation about doing it, but it has to be in the shower or just after.
Guys just aren't as sexy looking as we are there.  Our assholes are cute,
usually."

   Merriam looked at me a little funny, like she had a question, but she
hesitated and I let it go for a moment.

   "Merry, don't show me shy and innocent.  You've outdistanced me sexually
if you want to get technical, and you know conquering fear is one of the
biggest parts.  I've only tasted two pussies and you know what yours tastes
like now, so I'm only one up on your there if you're thinking this is a
competition." I said half jokingly.  "I've never had a man up inside of me
anally and you sound like it was easy and something you would do again."

   Merriam blushed deeply and couldn't go eye to eye with me on my comment,
but I noticed her fingers dug a little deeper where she was playing.

   We both got quiet and seemed to concentrate more on our masturbation
than anything for a moment, but I paused for a moment to ask her, "So is
there anything else to tell?"

   "Yes, the Saturday afternoon and night as well as Sunday morning, but I
think there's something else I have to confess right now." She said, her
voice quivering and fading.

   "I don't think you can top what you've already said, Merry."

   Merriam blushed deeply and then seemed to steel herself to do something
she was determined but unsure of.  She lurched forward and kissed me hard
throwing her arms around me and then whispering, "I'll taste you now. 
Thank you for helping me open these doors of pleasure."

   She extended her arms to push me back and she slid down my body, pushing
up my tee to mouth my nipples.  As she suckled and teased I was unable to
find words, she had shocked me so.

   She kissed her way down my belly and I could tell she was having second
thoughts, or just fear of the unknown as she got closer and I slid my hand
over myself.

   "You don't have to do this to thank me Merriam, if it's not for you I
understand.  I wasn't expecting . . . . . ."

   She interrupted my words and pushed my hand away and kissed my clit
once, then again as if testing and then ran her tongue over it.  The way I
jolted she knew she was on the right track and she continued just as I ate
her and when I was at the point I could barely stand any more, she pushed
her shoulders into my inner thighs like I had done to her.  She was not
letting me get away.  That was when her fingers slid up inside me and I was
off to the races, cumming over and over again until I had no more fight in
me and stopped resisting.  She let up and fell back a bit turning and
sitting, facing away from me in front of the sofa.  I heard her working her
fingers hard in her quim and then cum, throwing her head back as it peaked
and ebbed.

   After we both caught our breaths I was the first to speak.  "That makes
us sisters forever, but it can never happen again, agreed?"

   She sat up and turned to me and smiled a smile of confidence, much like
the one she wore when she walked in the house that night.  She had
conquered her last fear, made her last effort to prove herself to me and to
her own self.  "We are sisters, for sure."

   We stood and hugged and then took turns in the bathroom before
reconvening on the sofa.

   "What are you going to do to get Artie more aggressive about sex?"

   "I'm just going to go for it.  If he wonders where all of that comes
from, I'm just going to tell him I was holding out until he proposed.  I'll
ask him to tell me his fantasies to see if he has any.  I spoke with Terry
and he thinks every guy has a sex maniac within him and sometime they do
treat their heart throbs like glass dolls.  But once they find out how wild
and uninhibited they can be behind closed doors that usually changes." "You
discussed the whole situation with him?  Did he know how many "firsts" he
had with you?" I asked.

   "Yes, he figured that out pretty fast but he saw no reason to use kid
gloves on me.  He thought I was a sexual animal just waiting to come out.
Anytime I took my top off and he saw my breasts, he was a crazy man with
them.  They've been pawed, suckled, kissed, hickied, and screwed between."

   "How do you explain the hickys to Artie?" I wondered.

   "He won't see my titties until they go away.  I can tell him I have my
period, it's due anyway."

   I smiled at her and then she blushed again with a laugh in her breath
before she spoke.

   "Come to find out, I really like giving head, blowjobs, whatever you
want to call it.  He came twice in my mouth today, both times on the train.
We had a roomette on Amtrak Viewliner service, so we had privacy.  My pussy
was sore from fucking so much, but he ate me while we were still in the
station in Boston.  Then I was just so horny for him, knowing it was all
coming to an end.  I sucked him after and then later he titty fucked me,
another first, and came in my mouth again.  I was such a slut, whore, and I
didn't care, AND I loved it.  It was the best weekend of my life, I swear."
She mused.

   "If Terry called you for another date, would you go?"

   "I would love to, but if Artie is still in the picture, no . . .  sadly.
It's funny, when you first meet him he's all charming and sweet, and then
he's incredible when it comes to pleasing you and he does it while keeping
the charm.  He sticks his dick up your ass by surprise and I think he's
charming.  Go figure." She said with no regrets.

   After a deep breath I stood and said, "I have to shower and get ready
for bed.  I'm so happy for you.  I hope you never regret my taking an
interest in your sex life.  You're just too beautiful to be as unhappy as
you were.  I envied your body and I could see the frustration in your
demeanor."

   "Well, thank you for being such a friend.  Terry was right in saying
that he released a sexual animal within me.  It was something I was never
aware of, but it was when you kissed me that I first felt a yearning for
intimacy and wanting to share intimacy.  I resisted running away from you
that entire time, but I simply could not get enough of it.  Then Terry
released me, it seems.  You know, I wanted to scream from the burning pain
when he took me anally, and then it ebbed just as fast as it came on and
there was a sexually satisfying pleasantness that filled me.  It felt so
full, so close, so personally intimate with my lover." She said, blushing
deeply.

   "I've never gotten past the pain of getting it in, so Terry must have
had you prepared.  Maybe someday." I said as I got up and headed for the
bathroom, uncomfortable talking about this subject where I clearly
chickened out when facing the situation.

   We watched the Sunday night news together as we always did and said
goodnight with no further mention of sex or her awakening.  Monday morning
over coffee she chuckled about a co-worker who always asked if she had a
"exciting weekend".

   "I guess I can tell her that "Yes I did.  I learned how to suck cock,
swallowed a half pint of cum, got fucked up my ass, and generally got laid
about 10 times." I guess that sounds exciting."

   We both had a laugh and to this point never really talked about her
trip, our little fling, or any other intimate details.

   So, by the end of the week Merriam had Artie stay over and I assume she
introduced him to her new sexual persona because he was a much more
attentive boyfriend when he came over for a cookout the following Saturday.
She acted like the sexy woman she was, the one Terry brought out.

   Terry called me a few days later to thank me for hooking him up with
such a sexual tiger, and he knew she was a novice.  He said when she openly
masturbated in front of him at his request and brought her foot to his
crotch to tease him he knew she would be all in for sex.  He also wanted me
to know if she ever broke up with Artie, she might be the first in a long
time he might be interested in a relationship with.

   Not sure if I'll ever tell her that though, . . . . . .you know, it's
the Merry and Terry thing.

   ...........and then about 6 months later, it was March 1st;

   Chapter Three

   Merry was up first and had coffee made when I came out from drying my
hair.  I could tell by the way she fidgeted that something was bothering
her.

   "Good morning Mare.  You know your face has so many tells; so just get
to the point.  I know something is bothering you." I said to her as I
touched her hand affectionately; she had become my dearest friend.

   "Artie is getting his own place and has asked me to move in with him."
She said demurely, as if afraid of my reaction.

   "Why so glum?  Isn't this what you've wanted?"

   "Well, . . .  yes, but I don't want to hurt you."

   "Well Jeepers Merriam!  No, I don't want to lose you as my roommate, but
we'll always be friends.  This is your life forever with the man you love!"
I told her.

   "I know, but as happy as I thought I might be, there are lots of things
I'm wary of, afraid of."

   "Getting cold feet about marriage?"

   Merriam looked away and then back at me with wet eyes.

   "I never expected hearts and flowers, . .  well, I did, but you and
Terry woke me up to a LOT about happiness and satisfaction.  Intimacy, is
what I want to say.  Marriage isn't an old Rock Hudson and Doris Day movie,
it's giving yourself and expressing yourself, while being reciprocated to
feel fulfilled and special.  It's talking frankly and openly about ANYTHING
and exchanging thoughts and ideas, compromise and trust."

   "Isn't Artie in on all of that?  God, you've been together forever." I
wondered because I was under the impression she had been "all in" after her
little awakening.

   Merriam started to cry a bit but shook it off and stiffened her lips. 
"He doesn't seem to be as all in as me when it comes to sex, and now as far
as honesty.  Jesus, he almost pushed me out of the shower when I tried to
get in with him and once I got him used to that intimacy I went down on him
in the shower knowing he could no longer use the excuse of not being clean.
He actually began to get into it, moaning and groaning like I wanted him
to. I really felt I was making him happy and then he began to push me away
saying, "I'm going to cum".  I told him that I KNEW that and went right
back for him.  Then he was almost violent by the way he pushed me away."

   "He told me I didn't want that stuff in my mouth.  I told him "that
stuff" was him, it was our love, it was the magic potion for making our
babies.  He bolted out of the shower saying it was disgusting."

   "I finished my shower and went into the room and found him on the bed
sulking.  I cuddled up to him and whispered as sexy as I knew about lovers
tastes and sharing them with each other, wanting to touch each other
everywhere, exploring each other and he sat up and said "some things should
be private".  Stupidly, I figured that I did get his dick in my mouth and
had him enjoy that and you know, . . . .  baby steps?"

   "So we had to get out of the Hotel room, clean things up and replace the
towels and stuff, planning on going shopping.  At the mall I worked him
close to the jewelry stores and said we should pick out our rings.  He was
great with that until we decided on what we wanted and I asked him when I
would get that ring so I could tell everyone; show everyone that we were
engaged.  He began to harp on the price, and said I was trying to trap him.
I took off and went to one of the food kiosks and got a coffee and sat to
cool off, I was so pissed.  He came to me like a puppy dog apologizing,
saying he wanted to surprise me for my birthday or Christmas.  Well my
birthday was just a few weeks ago and Christmas is almost 10 months away.
So I just got up and went off.  I was walking towards his car when I saw a
bus pull up.  I got on and rode it here."

   "Did he find you eventually?" I asked.

   "No, he called me the next day as if nothing happened and asked about
showing me the apartment he had picked out.  I grit my teeth and said OK
and he picked me up after work and took me to the place to look at it.  I
thought we would meet a realtor or SOMEONE, but he had a key and we went
right in.  When I asked about how he got the key, he said he already rented
it and it was going to cost me $350 a month.  I never had ANY input."

   Merriam took a few deep breaths and then looked at me with fire in her
eyes.  "I was furious, but held it all in saying, "Oh you've already signed
up for our little love nest." and I turned away to look at the beautiful
view from the picture window, . . . . .  a view of an exit off the
interstate and 3 way stop light.  Suddenly I don't know what came over me
and said, "I think we should celebrate by starting to christen each room. I
turned and kissed him shoving my tongue down his throat and putting my hand
right over his cock.  He seemed to be responding so I just stepped back and
pulled up my skirt, turned and knelt on the floor, sticking my ass up in
the air.  I wasn't wearing panties, it was a black skirt, and I wiggled my
ass waiting for him to respond."

   He said, "You want me to make love to you here?"

   "I want you to fuck me in every room.  We'll make love in a bed with a
ring on my finger.  Tonight we're fucking." I told him.

   He responded fairly well at first, he knelt down and took it out, he was
hard right away and began to get me pretty good, but he seemed to lose
interest and asked me if this was how it was going to be.  So I asked him
what he meant and he told me, "I guess until you get a ring, you're only
going to do whore sex, like a dog."

   "So I was a snot and told him that if the whore sex was better than what
we normally had, it would be just fine." Merriam said blushing from
embarrassment as she continued to speak with frankness than we hardly ever
shared.

   She got up and looked out the window to cry privately and I went to
comfort her with a hug and a shoulder to cry on.

   "What can I do?  I love him and he seems to just push me away every time
I want intimacy and to show him my feelings.  We've opened up so much more
with sex, yet he's never the aggressor and always seems uncomfortable when
it gets beyond vanilla." She cried to me.

   I thought for a minute before answering, pausing so long she broke the
hug and drew her face back to give me a quizzical look, so I told her my
thoughts.

   "I told you that there was a lot more to a relationship than you
imagined and that sex was a huge part, and now you're finding out.  But
it's supposed to be easy and HE'S supposed to be the one driving the sex
car.  Is it religion?  It can't be commitment, he asked you to move in. 
Does he have a small dick and think he's inadequate?  Do you know about old
girlfriends?" I wondered aloud not being able to look her in the eye.

   She dropped her arms from me before leaning her head on my shoulder
looking away from me as if to think.

   "It's not religion, he's only been to church with me and his parents
don't go at all.  He says they're agnostic.  I've only seen 3 penis's in
person and his is pretty normal as far as I can see." She said before she
thought on my last question.  "You don't mean to think he might be gay?  I
know he's had girlfriends before me.  Geez, thanks for putting THAT idea in
my head." She said as she straightened up and took a step away in deep
thought.

   "Merriam, no matter HOW much you love him, don't commit to moving in
until you're sure of him.  I think he's been pretty irrational for someone
supposedly committed to you.  You know how important sex is, how important
openness is, and that revolves around the sex, and understand that someday
sex won't be as important, but will always be a part of your relationship.
He has to be your best friend in the world, and you his.  That can't be if
there are any doubts.  Please don't take my words as gospel, but I don't
think even a therapist would refute them." I said and although she wasn't
looking at me, I know she took my words to heart.

   After a long pause she turned and said, "Well I have to get ready for
work, I'm running late already, but you should know, I'm "all in" on Artie
and only he can screw it up.  But I'm not moving in, paying him my share of
the rent until I have a ring on my finger, a date set, and a more frank and
open sex life.  I'm happy here with you close by with the open ear that he
hasn't shown me yet.  I may try some trial runs living with him, but I'm
not "moving in" (using finger quotes) until I'm sure it's the right thing
to do for me."

   "Merriam, to hear you talk the way you do about him, and then to hear
you say you're all in, doesn't seem to add up.  Are you sure it's just not
the years invested that you want to save?"

   "Hillary, I really do honestly love him, but I do want to kick his ass
up and down the street in hopes of waking him up.  He's trying my patience
with his little games and stuff and even if I DO leave him, call everything
off and walk away, I will still love him in many ways.  I don't want to be
his roommate; I want to be his fiancé and lover.  I will stay here until I
feel that way.  (then she half chuckled saying) One of my roommates has
eaten my pussy more than the other, and that's you."

   I didn't know what to totally think of all of Merry's words that
morning. I've never been so in love with anyone as to overlook such faults
and shortcomings.  There was ONE thing I didn't want to tell her, and that
was that Terry had been in town on Tuesday and came over "sniffing" around
about Merry, crying (figuratively) that he was smitten by her.  He had
weighed her innocence, her quick taking to sex, and had thought that minus
those things, he still wanted to be with her.  He really was smitten with
her person.  He wasn't so much smitten with her that he turned down the
chance to satisfy the needs of my little honey pot though.

   It was actually my third time with him, counting our lightly swapped
threesome, but we just took care of each other's needs, or as he calls it,
his nut, without falling in love or making a commitment.  I had just gone
to brew some coffee for us and he came into the kitchen to continue the
conversation.  He complimented my ass in my yoga pants and how I moved as I
prepared the pot.  I simply said that the yoga pants hadn't got me laid
yet, and I had worn them to the office many times, albeit with a medical
coat over the rear.

   As I finished pouring the water I felt him behind be, his cock fitting
in the furrow between my cheeks and his fingers at the sides, trying to
pull them down.  I said nothing and stepped back two steps and bent to the
counter.  It was a fast furious fuck after which we smiled to each other,
he cleaned his cum from my ass and the floor and we continued our
conversation, mostly about Merry.

   He said he wouldn't pursue her, or even try for a second "date", but if
I ever heard she was unhappy or never got that ring, he would be
interested. At the time I thought all of that was remote.  However I would
never say anything to Merriam NOW, because she didn't need that to weigh on
her decision.

   I didn't see Merry for another 3 days.  I knew she had been to our
apartment a couple times to drop off dirty laundry and pick up clothes,
leaving little notes that she was staying with Artie.  Come Saturday
morning I was just preparing my laundry, as Saturday Morning was "our day"
at the buildings machines.  I went to Merriams room to empty her hamper
with mine when she came in the front door.

   "Snooping in my room?" She said in faux suspicion.

   "Yes, checking for tell-tale stains in your undies." I chided back.

   "Well, not to worry, there are none, for sure.  I gave Artie an
ultimatum last night and this morning , hoping it might bring him around
and all it did was get what few things I had in his apartment packed up,
like that would scare me.  I think we're through.  The last thing he said
to me was that I had turned into a "manipulating whore who wanted a free
ride".  How's that for parting words?  I thought I might turn into a crying
mess as I drove over here, but the more I think of my life without him, the
more I like the thought of it." She said, somewhat biting her lip, knowing
the gravity of her words.

   I hugged her to comfort her and reminded her not to say things in the
heat of the moment she may regret later.

   "Hill, I got to what I thought might eventually be my new home last
night, "our" apartment.  I was about an hour early so I went in and
showered and fixed myself up and put on a new sexy teddy that HE had bought
me.  I lit some candles around and chilled a bottle of bubbly I took from
my room here; I'd had it for a while.  I saw him pull in the lot and I
waited for him at the door.  He came in and I went right up to him and he
acted pleasantly surprised.  I told him we would have each other for dinner
and then order in if we were still hungry.  He sort of nodded and let me
lead him to the bathroom.  I started to undress him but he resisted saying
he could manage and he shooed me out.  When he came out I was in bed with
the champagne.  He came to me and I told him I had been waiting to taste
him all afternoon.  Right away he started in with me about acting like a
whore or slut.  I kept my cool and told him I just loved him and wanted to
make him happy."

   "He walked to the dresser and picked up an envelope and took a receipt
out of it showing me he paid $710 dollars rent in advance, plus a $500
damage deposit.  He just about shrieked at me that if I loved him I would
pay him for MY half so he could eat this month.  Needless to say we argued
the rest of the night about the fact I had no say in the choosing of the
apartment where we were supposed to start our married life, and speaking of
that, I told him, until I had a ring on my finger I had no intention of
moving in permanently.  I reminded him I already had a roommate and didn't
want another one; I wanted a fiancé and husband."

   I was amazed and asked, "He said all of this with you in a teddy waiting
to oral him?  Incredible!"

   "He stormed out of the room and went to the kitchen.  I cried and waited
for him to return, but then I heard the TV come on.  I went out and tried
to act like we could fix everything but he told me to get dressed and act
like a grown woman.  Gritting my teeth I DID go and get dressed and came
out and told him we had a lot to discuss.  He railed on and on about HIS
apartment he got for US and how he couldn't afford it alone.  I told him I
thought I should have a little say in it.  He then proceeded to tell me MY
name was on the lease with his, he had his mother sign my name."

   "You should have walked out then, . ." I started to say, but she said,
"Wait, it gets better.  I went into the bedroom and steamed for a while and
I guess I fell asleep, exhausted from arguing.  As I slept I feel him get
in bed behind me trying to put his arm around me.  I wanted to cringe!  But
I decided to play along and he worked his way on top of me, mind you never
saying a word, no "I'm sorry" or any kind of apology.  He gets in me
already hard and ruts for about a minute cumming in me.  He did say "I love
you" before he rolled off and went to sleep.  I got up in the night and
went to the kitchen to get something to eat, I NEVER had dinner.  On the
coffee table is a box for a porno movie, its empty and the movie is in the
DVD player.  The bastard watched a movie, came in all horned up and got his
jollies off on me.  We went around all this morning about the whole deal,
the apartment, the cold shoulder, no ring and no date, and that's when he
presented me with a bag of things he collected that I had left over the
last 8 or 10 days.  He told me not to come back unless I had a check in my
hand and a better attitude.  From that moment a man that I truly loved, I
began to hate.  I'm sad to say that, but I don't see how I can ever respect
him, let alone trust him."

   "Be sure," I told her holding my finger right to her face, "That you do
NOT go back to him unless it's on YOUR terms.  He's trying to manipulate
you, control you and I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him.  You
bent in every direction to appease him."

   "Not to worry.  I tell you one thing, imagine if I never spent that
weekend with Terry and got to know the score of how a man treats a woman,
CAN treat a woman.  I know you wanted the best for me that whole week and
you really showed me the right path.  I know I did things I never imagined,
but my mind and my body never felt so revitalized.  I'm ready to get on
with my life without that son of a bitch.  If he comes to his senses and
comes begging to the door I will take great pleasure in slamming it in his
face.  Terry showed me that a lot of men would be happy to be with me." She
said happily.

   I bit my tongue, not wanting to say anything about Terry asking about
her and all, but I would after I really felt her relationship with Artie
was over.

   It was now mid to late April and I swear Merry hadn't once mentioned
Artie for the 6 or so weeks and he hadn't, to the best of my knowledge,
made any effort to get hold of her.  She was busy with work, her firm had
contracted for out of state workers compensation billing on top of her
normal work, so she was working lots of hours, making loads of overtime but
she was already starting to wear down about "having time to spend the good
money I make".  Now, she and I rarely ever went out together.  For the
longest time she had a boyfriend, and I, more often than not, had plans for
Friday or Saturday night with old friends or with what I guess you might
call a fuck buddy.  I wasn't one to get picked up.  I might get laid most
every weekend, but haven't been with more than 9 different guys, but who's
counting.

   It was Wednesday when Merry came in from work and said they were
shutting down their systems for an upgrade and maintenance and she was
going to be off early Friday and didn't have to log any time at home or in
her office, why didn't we go out?

   I did have a date lined up for Friday with Clint, a guy I casually knew
from college who had become a patient in our office, it was just a movie
and maybe pizza.  I had seen him a few times and would probably escalate to
some heavy stuff, if not screwing, on this date.  I had sort of decided
that I wasn't all that into him, but he did get great tickets for concerts
or sports in the area.  (we had been to Bob Seger and 5 Seconds of Summer
in the past few months) He was supposed to get us tickets for The Black
Keys for next month but if I had to screw him to be in on those, I guess I
wouldn't be that happy with myself.  I could tell him I had a change of
heart or my work didn't like us dating patients.  Back in college we never
got as far as between the sheets, but we had tasted each other's goodies.
We hadn't gotten that far yet this time around, but I'm sure he was
hopeful.

   So, I gave Clint the brush-off using the "work" excuse.  He even tried
to dangle the Black Keys tickets for me to sneak off one more time in spite
of work, but I told him I couldn't.  It was no big loss, except for the
concert.

   When I got home from work on Friday Merry was already home, showered and
dressed and on her second Moscow Mule.  She wanted me to get ready and we
would go to dinner and then out dancing.  I just asked her to stop drinking
before we went, I didn't need to be holding her hair while she puked later.
She laughed and told me not to worry; she was just getting the edge off her
week.

   We had a great dinner and the club she picked to go dancing,
Thoroughbreds, was a pretty aggressive place with its share of players, I
always thought it was a meat market of sorts, but had been there a few
times.  After a great dinner I wasn't ready to dance, plus it was early. 
They had a DJ until 9, and then a band would play 2 one hour sets at 9 and
10:30.  They were local, Dagger Brothers, but they had a hit record a few
years ago.  Once the band started Merry and I had a dance or two as well as
a couple drinks.  A few guys had asked each of us to dance and then offer
to buy us drinks, but we turned them down, just having fun together.  About
45 minutes into their 1st set we started dancing right in front of the band
as the bass player kept making goo-goo eyes at Merriam with a smile that
would get my panties off most nights.  I leaned and whispered to her
(whisper hell, I had to shout next to her ear) that the guy was on the make
with her.  She had no idea.  Hard to believe a girl as good looking as she
was so naïve and had never really been "out there".
After the set we got back to our table really pooped out.  There were
extra drinks there and I had the waitress clear all of them, not knowing
who put what in our drinks, if anything.  She came back with 2 more
Margaritas and said that they were on the bands tab.  I knew then that at
least one of the guys would stroll by the table and before I could make
that point to Merry, two of them, the bass player and the drummer came by.
They introduced themselves as Spark and Matt.  Spark turned a chair around
and sat hanging over the back and leaning into Merry.  The other guy, Matt,
was cute and struck up a conversation with me, seeming to be into me. 
Merry and Spark were having their own conversation that Matt and I were not
privy too.  As 10:30 began to get close Matt asked me if I wanted to go to
a party after the 2nd set.  I gave him a long look, full of suspicion and
said "No, but if you want to come to OUR place, it would be fine.  Just

know, there are no guarantees."

   Now, that may sound dangerous, but the Dagger Brothers were well known
in the area AND I was NOT going to any hotel or secondary party with them.
If he wanted to play, and maybe even get laid, it would be on my turf, with
MY witnesses.  (our complex was heavy with CCTV since a series of thefts
before I had ever lived there)

   "How about them?" Matt asked nodding to Spark and Merry.

   "I won't let her out of my sight until we're at our place.  She knows
that and I promised her." I said as if she and I had some agreement, but I
didn't think she was able to make a rational decision at this point that
night.

   Spark and Matt got up to join the rest of the band on the bandstand and
Merry scooted over near me to tell me what they had talked about.

   "He wants me to go to a party with him."

   "Where is it and how many of the band do you have to fuck before they
let you go home, and how are you getting home?" I asked boldly.

   Merriam turned ashen and looked at me incredulously.  "Really?  You
don't think . . . ."

   "Merry, this isn't love at first sight.  This is "nice looking guy sees
pretty girl who makes eyes back at him", like every other night these guys
play.  He wants to get laid and when the word "party" is thrown around, it
means the rest of the band, and other hangers on will be there too.  I've
seen it happen.  Some girls like to get passed around and they dance right
in front of the band to show their interest.  He may be a great guy and
all, just like his buddy Matt was.  They want one thing, and it's NOT to
fall in love.  I told him they could come home with us, it will be safer.
Nothing HAS to happen and remember NO means NO."

   Merriam seemed to sober up real fast as she took in my words and looked
at me stunned a bit.

   "Are you planning on taking him to bed?  I mean I planned on screwing
around with Spark, but THAT isn't in my plans, at least not at the moment."
She exclaimed.

   "I can assure you that IT IS in his plans.  You might let him earn a
chance to fuck you, just like I'll let Matt earn a chance, but here are no
guarantees." I said just as the band started to play again.

   Merriam screwed her face up like she had no idea what I meant.  It was
so loud that I had to lean over and talk loudly in her ear to communicate,
but for what I had to say, all the better.

   "You go home with him, you sit on the sofa and neck.  It feels good and
he puts his hands on your tits and begins to play with them, kissing your
face and neck.  He eventually gets your top open or off and uses his mouth
on your nipples and he works his hand under your waist band to get a hand
on your pussy.  You resist him a few times but he's made your titties feel
so good that your pussy is running in your panties.  Before you know it
he's fingering you and putting your hand on his cock, which somehow has
gotten out of his pants.  Time of decision.  Do you feel so hot that you
HAVE to fuck him, or is his hand doing the trick and you want to just jerk
him off, maybe make him think you might suck it, and maybe you suck it a
little, but remember these guys do this a LOT and you don't know about
STD's.  If you fuck him, he HAS to use a condom.  Never suck a guy you
don't know, unless he wants you do it so bad he'll use a condom, and that's
disgusting in my book.  If he earns the right to fuck you, and you WANT it
bad enough, fine, but it's ALL your decision.  Myself, I don't, as a rule,
fuck on the first date, but I have, and it might happen tonight, but Matt
thinks it's a sure thing and NOTHING could be further from the truth."

   "Hillary, you aren't shy at all about what you say to me, you pull no
punches and leave nothing to the imagination.  You are my friend." She said
to me and then thought to herself for a moment and looked at me
quizzically, "You don't think Spark just likes me and wants to get to know
me?" Merriam said with a little smile that told me she came to a
realization as the words came out of her mouth.

   "Oh God, I've drank too much and haven't got a grain of sense about me,
do I?" She shouted in my ear.

   "Nothing wrong with having a good time and doing what YOU want, YOUR
decision.  Just remember, you aren't a piece of meat.  One more thing you
should know, Terry has the hots for you and once he finds out that Artie is
out of the picture, he wants to take you out, and not like before, he wants
to start something up if it works." I shouted in her ear as I saw her jaw
drop.

   She looked at me stunned.  "He really asked about me?  When?"

   "The weekend after you went to Long Island with him.  He was smitten
with you." I told her.

   "Why didn't you tell me?" She shouted in my ear.

   "I thought you needed to make a fair judgment of Artie.  Even now I
wonder if you've really thrown away your years with him, your dreams of a
life with him."

   Those words I shouted in her ear as the band played on, loudly, hit her
like slap in the face.

   "I do wonder at times, but he's never attempted to look me up since the
morning I left, figuratively, on the end of his foot.  He's had his chance,
he'll never have me again." She said somewhat sadly, as she really thought
about it, but then she perked up and looked at me with an evil smile.

   "I may not fuck this Spark character, but I sure want a chance for him
to do naughty things to my body, I am so wet and horny.  Then tomorrow
you're calling Terry for me, and if you won't I'll kick your ass!" She said
with a long cackling laugh.

   Merriam had solved issues in her life that troubled her over the last
year, and she had done it in the last 5 minutes.

   We downed our drinks and I motioned the waitress over to order Shirley
Temples for us and we went up to dance, right in front of the band and we
both made goo-goo eyes at the two who scouted us out.

   As soon as the set finished Spark and Matt were on us like flies on
shit, trying to talk us into a party with the band.  I reiterated to Matt
that we WERE NOT going to a party.  We were going home and if they wanted
to come along, they could, "but there were no guarantees, and they could
take that any way they wanted."

   They left to "settle up" with the band and were back.  I told them they
could follow us home if they wanted, we were leaving in 10 minutes. 
Actually we hadn't had any alcohol for over 90 minutes, so driving home was
no problem for me, but Merry was still a bit tipsy.  They came back and
said they would follow us (riding with them was NOT an option).

   When we got to our complex we had to pass a guard shack, show our ID and
OK their entrance and they must have figured we were on camera.  If they
weren't convinced then, they could see there were camera's in our parking
lot and in front of the buildings.  I'm telling you this to make sure you
know I wasn't stupid enough to bring strange men to our home without anyone
knowing.

   Once we were inside we paired off in the living room and I offered
drinks or coffee, no one took anything so I figured they knew it wasn't
going to be a "party".  We put on the TV and caught a Heart concert on
Paladium and little by little small talk turned into kissing, and that into
necking.  Soon Matt was lying on top of me pawing my tits making me extra
wet.  I saw from the corner of my eye that Merry was on her knees, on the
sofa facing the sitting Spark.  He had one hand up her shirt and one down
her pants.  I pulled on Matt and said we could go to my bedroom.  Once
inside I wouldn't let him close the door, he began to protest but I took my
shirt and bra off and he was happy.

   We rolled around on the bed and he came right out and asked me to suck
his dick.  I told him I didn't know him and that wasn't happening, but if
he had a condom he would get laid.  I hated to do that, but I was really
horny.  When I got up to take my pants off I saw in the living room that
Merry was stripped and this Spark character was eating her.  I chuckled and
told Matt and he said, "that's Sparks thing".  I made eyes at him like I
might like that too and he said "not my thing." He gave me the condom and I
fished out his cock and it was bigger than I had expected, but I had fun
sheathing him, then stroking him, and even giving him a re-enforcing suck
on the condomed tip before I laid back and he mounted me.  He was a jack
hammer fucker and gave me a good ride, but it was over all too soon, but I
did have one great orgasm.  We spooned and he had his fingers back in my
quim.  He began to play with my tits again and brought me off one more time
with 3 fingers in me.  Once I got off I moved around and took off the
condom that was leaking around the rolled rib.  I went and got a washcloth,
cleaned him off and using a bit of KY, jacked him off.  When I went to my
bathroom I saw Spark fucking Merry between her tits.  I had no idea she was
that creative.

   At about 3:30 Matt hollered to Spark, "10 minutes" and in that time they
dressed and left.  They never asked for phone numbers or any contact
information, which convinced Merry that it was exactly what I said it was;
a onetime hook up.  I was disappointed in myself for fucking Matt, but I
needed servicing.  (Later that night in bed I ran through a count and Matt
was my 10th different dick inside me.  I was sorry I wasted one on a one
night stand, but it sure was a lot of fun.)

   After they left I put my panties and a robe on and straggled into the
living room where Merry was curled up, cautious not to get any of the lube
or cum between her tits on anything.  I went to my bed and got the "joy"
towel we had used and she cleaned up and quickly put her shirt on and
crossed her legs for modesty.

   "We were whores tonight, but it was fun." Merriam said with a giggle and
no regrets.

   "At least you didn't fuck him." I said like it was a compliment.

   "He didn't have a condom.  I went to get one and saw Pinkie, my pink
friend in the drawer (she held up a pink jelly penis she had hidden in the
ball of her clothes) and decided to tell him I was out too, and this would
have to do.  He had a real big dick, it scared me and he already told me he
wanted to eat me.  By the time he moved up to put it between my tits I had
cum a couple times and wanted him to leave.  Between his fingers, his
tongue, and my friend, this pussy was real happy.  (as she cupped herself)
But, I will admit it took willpower NOT to suck on him when he hit my chin
a few times.  That would have been a first for me, between my tits and into
my mouth."

   "A typical slut move." I said as we laughed hysterically.

   "I've never been a whore or slut before and I'm not sorry for a second.
I'm just glad I listened to you about stopping drinking early, not sucking
him and all.  You're my big sister protector." She said as she leaned over
and kissed my cheek.

   It was quiet for a second and I was about to just go to bed when she got
a sober look on her face.

   "Can I tell you something Hillary?  (I nodded) If we didn't bring those
guys home I was going to fuck you tonight, or at least try to.  I realize
it's not a lesbian thing, or even a bisexual thing, I just love you as my
best friend ever and it would have been just as satisfying."

   I took a moment and let it sink in before saying, "I'm not sure I would
have let it happen like that, maybe we would have fucked each other, and I
love you too.  But we shouldn't do that.  We've had that fling.  We're so
tired, let's not start talking crazy.  Come and sleep with me, we can hold
each other, but NOTHING else will happen, agreed?"

   She nodded and got up and we went to my bed together.  She took off her
top and slipped her panties back on.  We hugged in bed feeling each other's
warmth.  We had a long kiss together and I told her I loved her and that
she would have to be careful when she drank; that her naiveté scared me."

   She agreed and said that even though she seemed stupid enough to have
gone along with him to a "party", she really thinks she would have come to
her senses.  I wondered though.  We lay with each other's bodies together
for a few more minutes, kissed again and rolled off and fell asleep. 
Saturday morning (sure, "morning" , it was after 1 o'clock) I woke up first
and got in the shower.  When I came out she was up and I heard her shower
go on.  I was sure all was right with us.

   I made coffee and had poured when Merriam came out.  She sat down
wordlessly and sipped her coffee trying to wake up.  Then as if struck she
said, "Did I dream you told me Terry wanted to see me again, or was that
wishful thinking?"

   I laughed and repeated what I had told her; that he was smitten with
her, but wouldn't have tried to upset her engagement to Artie.

   "Do you think it's still the case?" She wondered as if it couldn't
possibly STILL be the case, she hadn't seen him for over 6 months.

   "He told me again last week while sitting in that very chair." I said
with a smile.

   She grinned big and shifted her eyes upward in thought saying, "YOU had
Tuesday off to go to the Doctors.  A Tuesday!  His day in town!  You little
sneak!" She laughed.

   I smiled and told her it WAS a coincidence but he does call me on
Mondays a lot to check in.

   "Would you give me his number?  I wouldn't take it before, we both
thought that was best, but NOW I would love to talk with him." She said,
her eyes getting all dreamy.

   "He told me I could a while back, and Tuesday I didn't tell him ANYTHING
of your current situation.  I didn't think it would be fair.  He's meeting
his yacht in Atlantic City today.  He had hired a pilot to bring it from
Florida.  He'll drop the pilot in Soho after they get past Long Island."

   "That's where WE picked up a pilot on our weekend!  So he'll be around
here today or tomorrow!" She yelped.

   "Keep your panties on!" I said with a laugh.  "You know the persona he
had with you that weekend isn't the real Terry.  He doesn't spend every
waking hour screwing.  I had my 24 hours of lust with him, and even was in
a sort of foursome with him, but we've been to movies, concerts, even
camping trips where there was no sex, or just some petting.  He doesn't
want to be tied down or have a commitment, at least not until he's talked
with you.  But, keep in mind he's basing everything on a sex fueled
weekend."

   "Hillary, I never talked so much with any guy as I did with him that
weekend, we really clicked.  That's what made the sex so easy and seem so
natural.  I know he was trying to show me how a man should treat a woman,
and I know that sort of behavior wouldn't make a lasting relationship.  But
we really had a connection.  If he had asked me to stay longer with him, I
would have.  I didn't want it to end.  I had sex with him 3 times on the
train home, twice with my mouth!"

   "Merry, I know how irresistible he can be.  I have to tell you, I fucked
him when he was here on Tuesday.  I was in my yoga pants, without my work
smock, and I was making coffee.  He complimented my ass and the next thing
I know he's behind me rubbing his excitement between my ass cheeks.  He
took down my pants and I leaned on the counter."

   "I thought you would never have sex with him again, so as not to get
attached?" She spat out, like she owned Terry.

   "Don't get too flustered or take too much from it.  It was a spur of the
moment thing.  It won't happen again.  Don't judge ME, he's been in your
ass!" I snarled back.

   "That was mean, Hill.  There was context there too, and it just happened
in passion." She said back softly in a way that I knew I had hurt her
feelings.

   We both hugged and all was fine with us again.

   We went about our day but not before I knew she went to her room and
called Terry.  She told me later that she had awoken him but he was real
happy to hear from her.  They talked for almost an hour with what she
called "laying ground rules".  He was insistent that they both be exclusive
to find if the attraction was real.  He admitted to being a man-whore and
having many conquests, but insisted to her that most were one-time things;
he shunned relationships where "feelings could muddle friendship bonds". 
She told him in the spirit of honestly and disclosure, she knew he had been
"with" me the previous week.  She said he was very apologetic and said he
felt shame over breaking one of his rules, but did say that I was a special
confidant like few others in his life.  He was horny and vulnerable and
admitted to being lonely and a "little stoned".  She told him she had no
hold on him, but he was down because he had broken one of his "rules". 
(God, I was so impressed that my ass was THAT irresistible!) She had woken
him while he was moored near Garrison, NY just across from West Point.  He
had met friends the night before and gotten a little drunk and had way
overslept, it was almost 3 in the afternoon.  He told her he could meet her
around 7 on Saturday night so they could talk, and could she come meet him
at the boat for dinner.

   "So, I don't know if I'll be home tonight or not." She said as she came
out of her room all dreamy eyed.

   "From what he had told me, if he were to get involved, it wouldn't be a
continuation of your weekend.  He wanted to have more than that as a
foundation for a relationship." I warned her so as not to have big
expectations.

   "Yes, we talked about that too, but I can still stay with him.  We'll
see.  We both want to find out if the attraction we had was just sexual. 
Neither of us think so, but it was a charged weekend." She said telling me
that she didn't have too high of expectations.

   Merriam didn't come home that night, and when I got in just after
Midnight I saw a message on our home phone, she knew if she called my cell
and I was "out" I might never hear it.

   "Hi Hillary.  I'm going to stay on the boat with Terry tonight.  We had
a few too many drinks for either of us to drive.  He's promised his Mom to
go to church with her tomorrow, so I'll be back in the morning.  I'll try
to be quiet in case you were out extra late.  He can cook too!"

   I smiled at hearing her, she sounded happy.  I couldn't imagine Terry
having her overnight and no sex, but, it was none of my business.

   It ended up I was up fairly early myself, just after 9 and I showered
and came out to smell coffee, Merry was home.

   "Hello, it's only me, I have coffee ready.  If you're not alone I can go
back to bed." She called out.

   "I'm not a whore every night!" I hollered back as I got my pajamas and
robe on.

   Merry had a smile on her face that told me it was not a quiet night on
the boat with Terry.

   "Uh, oh!" I said, "One of us got laid last night, and I know it wasn't
me." I kidded grinning.

   "Is it that obvious?  We planned on just sleeping together, but one
thing led to another.  Nothing extra.  We were spooning and it happened. 
It was really quite nice.  He's very sweet."

   "How are you going to keep him in check?  He has quite the reputation
and knows girls all over the East Coast." I reminded her.

   "First off, I trust his word.  Secondly, he's been offered a sales
managers position more than once and he's turned it down as long as they
consider him again.  If he gets that, he'll be here 90% of the time.  They
already told him to consider it because they were buying out another
company." She explained.

   "So that would mean he wouldn't use Cape Cod as his summer base, huh?" I
asked.

   "THAT'S bothering him a bit, but . . . . ." She said wondering if she
could lure him to stay local.  "He sells communications systems to schools
and colleges, ties them into networks to share ideas and information, and
now with all the crap going on in the world, business is booming."

   "I knew he did something like that.  God if he were to stay here he
could live on the boat for most of the summer." I figured.

   "Yes, we talked about that, but he'd rather just get an apartment or
condo.  I invited him to stay here if he ever got a situation with weather
or something, but he said what happened with the two of you last week made
that impossible.  I told him I trusted him, but he would rather erase all
doubts.  He doesn't understand how much I trust you."

   "Listen Merry, I'll admit it was stupid, and it wasn't planned, and I
wasn't looking for it either, understand that." I apologized again.

   "I get it, Hillary, and he and I weren't working on this then.  We are
special to each other.  We've tasted each other, made each other orgasm,
and we can kiss like we did in bed last night and NOT have it be sexual. 
We love each other."

   "You put it so nicely, and yes I do love you." I told her.

   From that mutual understanding of each other's feelings we existed under
one roof for the next few months, with Merriam actually coming "home" only
3 or 4 nights a week.  The rest of those nights she spent with Terry, some
on his boat, others in a small loft he rented near his parents home.  She
didn't editorialize about their relationship and all I knew was that she
was happy and had become a better person, a dearer friend, and a person I
loved as if she were my own real sister.

   Chapter Four

   As late September rolled around I woke on a Saturday morning after
having a long late night fuck session with Caleb.  He had to fly out early
and dressed and left around 5 a.m.  I got up with him at 4:00 and showered
with him, but only because he said "we had to talk".  He was going to his
main office to get details on a promotion that might stabilize him more, as
far as travel went.  Where we were once an "item", seeing him once or twice
a month was no way for me to have a relationship.  So, ravaging each other
bodies from time to time kept us "current" with each other was the extent
of what we had.  We seemed to mutually "use" each other.  This morning in
the shower he admitted something to me and had caught me by surprise.

   "This meeting I have today in Minneapolis was not called, it was set up
by me.  There's a position open in New York that I feel qualified for, I
want to be considered for it because I'm finding it harder and harder to be
away from you.  We always say that we tried love, but it didn't work.  I
think we both know we were kidding ourselves.  We both couldn't face a long
distance relationship.  I can love you again if you let me, or at least
try. If not you, I can begin to settle down a bit, but I think we can make
something of the long sex sessions we have."

   He tried to turn me towards the shower wall to get in me, but I
resisted, not fully understanding his words.  He seemed he wanted to try
and make something of "us" again, but I didn't know if his urgency to want
to fuck me right there and then was passion, or if he was just being
re-horned by showering with me.  I think he thought he was being sweet; I
was leaning toward feeling used, as I had done gladly and voluntarily so
many other times.  Don't get me wrong, I have feelings for him, but it was
always about sex, that was beginning to bother me once I had been satisfied
the night before.

   Overall though, I was sort of knocked out by his words.  YES, for sure
there was a time when we had a great thing going, but at the time he never
seemed to understand that I couldn't sit around and wait for him to show up
every 10 days, or two weeks, whenever the job brought him back into the
area.  We had a little fight, or disagreement, about it and didn't see each
other for a few months, but then he sent me an email saying he was going to
be here in Upstate for 3 or 4 days and he wanted to see me.  We screwed
like honeymooners for each of those nights, it was actually just before
Merriam moved in.  Since that time, if he's going to be in town he clears
his nights, as I do, and we have a "date".  He is very special to me, but I
have always wondered about his total commitment.  I don't "like" whoring
around whenever I get that urge, the one that my fingers can't seem to
scratch.  I have other "fuck buddies" I can utilize, but none are
candidates to be anything serious.  I really am willing to make a
commitment to Caleb, but the first time I think I'm just his sperm
receptacle whenever he happens to be around, I'm done for good.  For the 3
or 4 years he's been out on the road how do I know he doesn't have a
"Hillary" in lots of other cities?

   As I laid there I was glad I had showered with him, if only for feeling
clean and changing the sheets before I went back to sleep.  I was beginning
to have it in mind that later today or tonight I might get a few of my toys
out and have a Hillary Solo Sex Day.  I've always fantasized of going out
and picking up a woman and bringing her home to fuck, much like Merry;
someone young and inexperienced, near virginal.  In truth, I would NEVER do
that, but it played in my fantasies when I had my Hillary Days.  I was just
about to touch my pussy as my clit began to connect with my thoughts when I
realized I was smelling coffee.  Thinking I was alone I bounced up and
threw on my robe and went out into the living room.

   "Hello sleepyhead!" Merriam said as she looked up from her Kindle.

   "When did you get here?" I asked as I walked by and touched her cheek on
my way to get coffee trying not to show my shock of her being there.

   "About midnight, I heard you playing and quietly went to bed.  I fell
asleep to the sound of your orgasms and pleas for more.  I hope it was
Caleb, because you called his name out more than once."

   "It was.  Did you hear him leave"

   "I was aware of something going on.  I thought it might have been Round
Two.  But I fell back asleep before there were any fireworks."

   "Did you and Terry fight?" I asked.

   "No, we just got drunk," Merry said with a smile.  "Neither of us could
drive so we got a cab.  He had them bring me here and he went to his
mothers so she could drive him to his car this morning.  I don't like
staying at his Moms.  Besides I haven't been here in a week and I missed
seeing you, having my morning coffee."

   "You're going to move out, aren't you?  I mean permanently, right?" I
asked.

   "No, why do you say that?  I have no motives for being here, besides
wanting to see you, and avoiding his Moms house." She insisted.  "Did YOU
two fight?  Something's got you in a mood."

   "No, I'm sorry.  It's just I was going to lay down the gauntlet with
Caleb soon, and he aced me this morning by telling me he wanted to live
closer so we could take up again, you know as a couple." I explained, being
sure I didn't seem too excited about it.

   "So, what's wrong with that?  I thought you would like that."

   "I wonder if there aren't LOTS of Hillary's all over the place."

   "Did you ASK him that?"

   "No, that would show I didn't trust him."

   "Apparently you don't." Merry surmised.

   "Oh, let's change the subject.  This one gives me a headache.  If I know
I'm the only one and he's here more than once a month, more than once a
week, I could be in love with him.  I just can't take the constant tease of
it all."

   "Tell him that!" She said.

   "That might chase him away." I insisted.

   "For God's sake, listen to yourself.  You each need a dose of honesty,
with him AND yourself."

   "OK, OK." I said waving my arms.  Change the subject.  I've got some
confronting to do with him and I don't want to hash it out on my head right
now." I said exhaling hoping the subject was dead for now.

   There was a minute or more of silence, just the sound of sipping coffee
before she spoke.

   "I think I want to spend the rest of my life with Terry.  He's just a
part of me.  We are so happy."

   "Good sex doesn't hurt either, does it?" I asked as she turned 3 shades
of red.

   "N -n-n-n No, it certainly doesn't and I wouldn't talk to anyone but YOU
about that.  You know us both so intimately.  I can't get enough of him,
and he can't get enough of me.  Those nights I spend here I end up with my
hands in my pants until I fall asleep, I miss him so.  You know, he asks me
if we get together when I stay here.  That pisses me off that he would
think I'd cheat on him, but he asks like it would be OK.  I told him
cheating was cheating, no matter what."

   "Well, you can tell him that I'm not a stalker and what HAS happened
between us was just rite of passage into sexual womanhood.  You are the
last woman I've touched, or who has touched me.  Be sure he knows that and
the last that occurred was the night you came back from Cape Cod on the
train."

   Merry blushed and said, "He doesn't know about that night."

   "Well, no matter.  He knows I helped you shave your cookie, and you said
you admitted I ate you.  I remember you said that." I recalled to her.

   "I think he thinks we lived as lovers."

   "He can't think that, he knows we're both straight.  Remember, he and I
have an intimate relationship, not as lovers but as friends.  We would tell
each other of our experiences and giggle to each other."

   "I'm not trying to gain an advantage in my relationship with him, but
just how did you meet him, and what made you so special?" She asked.

   "Merriam, after all we've had you don't trust m . . . ."

   "MY GOD NO!  I trust you more than I trust anyone, including Terry. 
Your word is ALL I need.  I am jealous, or should I use the word envious,
of THAT particular intimacy you share with him.  Has he told you about ALL
that he and I share?"

   "No, he isn't like that with me at all.  He would tell me of certain
conquests, how he met and seduced them, but never names and you should know
that from the very start with you, he never saw you as anything but
"special".  I do know that from the night here to have dinner with us,
where he met you, he thought there was a connection and something very
special about you.  I'll tell you this, and if you ever disclose this to
him, I WILL feel terribly hurt.  He felt a deep sexual connection to you,
and felt it was returned from the moment you met.  From the few things he
told me about meeting and getting to know you, and coordinating what you
also told me in detail, about that first day on his boat, he perceived and
almost smelled your sex, he knew you were aroused just being near him.  He
said he was shocked when you answered a challenge he gave you and did
something he knew you never would have thought to do on your own.  His
suspicions of a special connection were proved to him then.  He knew you
were all in for EVERYTHING."

   Merriam sat and heard my words and looked to me and nodded, like she
knew, but I knew too and spilled my thoughts, "You were sitting looking at
him taking in his words, his aura, his vibration, and you got turned on,
like it hadn't happened to you before.  He knows the signs when a woman is
ready, and you hadn't even "played" so far that day.  He told you to
relieve yourself and I know, and you know just as well, any other day in
your life you would have slapped him and thought of jumping from the boat
at such a suggestion.  But you, who had rarely even taken care of that
business alone, showed him just how you did it and when he was so close,
you charmed him to make love to you and you obeyed everything he asked."

   Merriams face glowed for a moment and then declared a realization that
made her overjoyed.

   "He wasn't being my sex teacher, he was really responding to his
feelings, he really felt something." She said in a low voice as if to make
sure it sounded right to her.

   "Yes, he told me that.  He said for once he wasn't with a woman who
wanted to have an affair to pack away and recall in her intimate thoughts
alone, he had someone he really cared for and he was almost sorry it was
progressing so fast, because he knew it had to end, because of your
engagement."

   "I felt something right away, but I took it as my being so innocent and
willing to open myself, it was a combination of fear and wanting the
experience, you know after what you showed me." She said in a low, almost
mousey voice, like she was embarrassed.

   "How did you meet him?  What made you different, besides not hounding
him?" She wondered.

   "I was having lunch with Marcia, a receptionist from another dental
office in the Tri-County Medical Complex.  She had called me about a job
opening up in her office and she wanted to know if I was happy.  We ate and
talked outside at a sidewalk bistro and Terry came up because he knew
Marcia.  She introduced me and then they talked for a few minutes.  All the
while they talked he was giving me the once over with his eyes, and his
smile brightened each time our eyes met.  After he left she told me he was
a player, but had a yacht, an airplane, and homes all up and down the
coast. She said she dated him once, and then she paused and blushed, saying
it was actually a weekend, but he hadn't called her since."

   "I didn't know what to say and was about to say something to break the
mood when she added, "but, he always falls all over me whenever he sees me.
I can't figure him out.  He has my number and knows where I work."

   "So anyway, I was happy where I'm working and had no interest in the job
opening and after lunch we walked back to the Medical Complex where we
work. She went to her building and as I walked to mine Terry was sitting on
the bench in front.

   I smiled and he said he needed a dental cleaning and saw there was a
dentist right there and wondered if I worked for him.  I said that I did,
but wondered why he didn't go to Marcia's office?  He said it was because I
wasn't at that one, then he came up and made an appointment for a cleaning,
we got him in the next day.  He flirted all the while I worked on his mouth
and when I finished he asked if he was fit enough for a date.  I smiled
because he had me wet with his flirting, and he knew it, and I accepted.

   We went to dinner and a movie and came back here.  As much as I wanted
to do him that night I resisted, even though he had half my clothes off. 
As he was leaving he told me he had tickets for Van Morrison in Boston that
weekend and then Jerry Seinfeld at the Comedy Connection there the
following night.  He said he had a suite at The Marriott Long Wharf.  I
nearly jumped out of my drawers to say YES with great excitement, but
instead I asked him, "What are the sleeping arrangements?" He said they
could be "whatever I wanted and he would respectful of my wishes." I just
said "We'll see." I played with myself for half the night after he left.

   Early Saturday morning we trained to Boston and had a great time talking
and sharing thoughts on the way.  At one point we necked in our seats, and
I was soaking wet.  We walked from South Station to the Long Wharf where we
had half a day to kill before the show.  I could resist him no more.  You
can guess the rest of the story."

   "Then later you doubled with him?" she asked.

   "Yes, but not intentionally.  My friend DiMaria said she was flying to
Lake Havasu with a guy and he offered that she could ask another couple. 
Caleb was in town so we went.  When we saw it was a private jet, and TERRY
was the pilot I near died.  Only he and I knew that we had history.  He
flirted with his eyes all weekend with me and never got caught.  Actually
the four of us ended up on a boat partying naked with all the college kids
around.  At one point we drove off to a somewhat secluded spot on the lake
and had sex, no serious swapping or anything like that; just them on the
fore of the boat and us in the aft.  However every time I looked towards
them, he was grinning at me.  They eventually came to our side of the boat
and we screwed side by side in the hot tub, and DiMaria and I played a bit
with each other while doing so.  About two, maybe three months later he
called me and asked me to go skiing in Vermont, there was early snow in
Killington.  I think we made but two runs from Friday night to Sunday
night, but kept real busy.  After that he would call and stop over and we
would talk, have dinner, coffee, drinks, whatever, but he never made sexual
advances at me and took me into his confidence about girls he was dating,
and how they all wanted him for their own."

   "He told me flat out", Merriam said, "Hillary never bugged me and made
me feel like I led her on, you just wanted to be friends.  They all think
I'm a rich playboy.  The yacht is my Grandfathers, as is the jet.  HE has
money.  He paid for my flying lessons, pilots license and all that, but I
need to get more hours in to get it renewed, but he's selling the jet.  The
place in Cape Cod is his and I can live there just about whenever I want,
unless my Mother wants it.  When he dies I expect he's leaving a lot of
that stuff to me.  His other grandsons and daughters don't bother with him,
he hasn't seen my Mom's brother for years.  My Mom gets seasick and doesn't
like Cape Cod.  So, I do OK, but I'm not rich, only because of him do I
seem like Hugh Heffner Jr.  Financially I do well because I live at home
when I'm not on the road and the expense account."

   He told me very much the same things.

   "Hillary, can I ask you one personal question, between us?" She asked
quietly.

   "I'll be honest, and I'll gladly answer . . . . .  IF I can, Merriam. 
Shoot." I responded.

   "Has he ever said anything about me, besides anything he said BEFORE I
lived with him?"

   "Well, you know now he won't come over alone, since the day we screwed
in the kitchen.  He wants you to trust him, even though we all know NOTHING
would happen again.  But he does call from time to time to talk, make dates
for the four of us to get together when he knows Caleb is around, plus I
see him twice a year at the office when he comes in for cleanings."

   "I know, he always tells me when he's talked with you." Merriam
confirmed, nodding.

   "The most significant thing he's ever said was that he thought he knew
what love was and could be and the ways it would tie him down.  You knew
love to be what you and Artie had and were on your way to be married. 
Imagine if he never met you, and you him, and you went through life not
knowing what TRUE LOVE, the love you have for each other, is.  He says it's
like you were playing Russian Roulette and you just clicked an empty
chamber at your temple.  You think how lucky you were to have missed the
real bullet.  He wonders if he were still chasing skirts, pretending to be
happy, and you were still opening your legs twice a week for Artie and
thinking it was love.  He pauses and says, "think how totally plausible
that is, how simply it could be reality." He said he shudders at that
reality and he hopes you love him as deeply as he loves you because you are
his life."

   Merriam was in tears as I told her this, her lower lip trembling and her
hands and fingers trembling.  She looked at me and burst into tears as she
tried to talk.  "That goes through my head every day.  We could easily be
in those situations."

   "Are you sure that you don't have a problem with the fact he and I have
had sex?" I asked worried that it could make a difference.

   "NO, of COURSE not.  IF you hadn't, I would have never met him!!" She
shrieked.

   "I'm so glad," I told her, "it would be so uncomfortable otherwise and
you have to tell Terry that he shouldn't worry about it either.  I miss him
as a friend.  I mean, I know us getting together alone would be
uncomfortable for you, but you both should come and see me, together."

   Merry smiled and got up and came to my chair and bent and kissed me full
on the lips.  Almost to the point where I thought she might pass her tongue
to me, but she pulled away.

   "Hill, I love you and don't want anything to come between us and I know
I can trust you with him, if that situation ever arises.  You are my sister
and closest confidant."

   "Well," I added, "I hope that's the case with him as well."

   She nodded with her lower lip still trembling with emotion.

   We had a big hug and a little cry over the emotion of the morning.  I
think she had a tinge of a doubt with Terry being alone with me, but she
had to know two things, I was beyond any chance of cheating with him, AND
the two of them were fucking like rabbits and from things she intimated to
me, there were no bounds.  Terry had to quite happy and looking through
love colored glasses.  As much as some girls he bedded and tried to become
friends with were not able to accept him without the sexual chase, that
made a bevy of possibilities he could visit and lead on, but he never
would. I probably was an exception in the number of trysts we had, and that
was only because of the situation and how easily I accepted it.  He was
just a great guy to be friends with.  We had become confidants and the mere
fact I hooked him up with Merriam proved I did not have my sites on him.

   That night Merriam asked me to join her with Terry for a night of
clubbing, but with Caleb out of town and our relationship on the verge of
becoming more serious, the little whore in me wanted to go out and look for
something strange to make sweaty sheets as a sort of last fling (possibly).
My only regret was that I had figured this would put me past the 10 mark of
different penises to be inside my body in one way or another.  Only one was
a one night stand, but actually that should be two.  I never thought I
would have sex with Terry a second or even third time.  But the rule of
thumb was that over ten made you either an easy lay (whore), or a gal over
40 and STILL single.

   I didn't consider myself easy, but I did have a penchant for something
strange.  I did roll around in a back seat or two without having actual
sex, and always refusing to give a conciliatory blowjob in place of a fuck.
I offered hand jobs, or titty-fucks if I thought you were real special. 
However I couldn't really picture just giving head and NOT fucking.  A
better chance you fuck me without oral.  It hadn't ALWAYS been my rule, but
it was for the past 5 years, I do not put a strange penis in my mouth and I
won't suck a dick with a condom on it (yeccchhh, well maybe a reinforcing
head suck after the hassle of getting the damn thing stretched on) and I
want to know a little history of someone, to know if they had ever been
tested if they wanted me to do that now.  Just sucking a guy? . . .  that
would have made me a real whore in my own mind.  What I wanted to do this
night was "cute" whoring, maybe with a little Bart Simpson attitude, (I
didn't do it, you can't prove it!)

   I guess it's pretty obvious that I can talk myself in and out of a lot
of things and still think I'm taking my own moral high ground, even when
I've bent and shattered some of my own rules.

   After Merriam left to go and party with Terry I decided to make a return
to Thoroughbreds and check out the scene there.  There was a cool band
there that night, Brillo, and maybe if I got there early enough to get a
spot at the bar, bond a little with the bar tender, I could "camp" there as
long as I might want to and have my spot protected.  It was a game I often
played and it didn't really matter if it was a guy or chick behind the
mahogany.

   I got there just after 8:30 and I picked a spot on the corner of the bar
and ordered Capt Morgan and ginger.  It was $6.00 and I pushed the guy a
ten and when he brought my change I pushed the $4 in the gutter and put
another $20 under my coaster.  When he saw I finished that drink fast he
was right back and I smiled for him and made sure I pushed my tits over the
bar and asked him his name.  He said it was Scott and I told him mine was
Hill.  We made small talk until the bar began to fill and after I paid for
my second drink, pushing the $4 in the gutter, he asked me if I wanted to
run a tab, if I planned on being there.  I said I did and gave him a credit
card that he ran and I was set for the night.  He would protect my spot and
not let anyone poach on it until I cashed out.  He must have told the
floating barmaid that I was cool because when she would make her rounds if
Scott was busy towards the middle she would ask if my drink was ready, or
refill the doo-dads bowl I kept dipping into to keep something in my
stomach.  She stopped and asked if I enjoyed the band and made small talk
to be sure I was kept happy.  I already knew Scott had a wedding band on,
so I wasn't worried that he was on the make with me, he just wanted to make
some tips.

   After 4 drinks and getting asked to dance 3 or 4 times I found myself in
that zone where I could drink the rest of the night and still feel
confident enough to drive home.  The carb loaded doo-dads and the exercise
of dancing made a great balance.  One guy had asked me to dance a 2nd and
3rd time and he seemed nice, but I could not picture myself with him in any
way.  He tried to set up next to me and Scott out and out asked me if he
was "ok".  I gave him a little head shake and when the guy went to go the
Mens room, Scott took his glass, his change, and let someone else, a couple
move in.

   I was thinking I might have to look over the prospects and get
aggressive if I wanted a play partner when I got a tap on my shoulder.

   "Think we can let bygones be forgotten to have a dance or two?" I heard
him say before I could turn and see who it was.

   There stood Tred Silverman.  We dated for a few months as a freshman in
college, had a fight over something stupid, and then dated a few years
later when I was a junior and senior just before I met Caleb.  When I met
Caleb I stopped returning Tred's calls with no explanation and basically
ignored him as if he were stalking me, but he really wasn't.  He just
wanted to know if we were still an item or not.  I had hoped he might stay
"warm" while I figured if Caleb was a good replacement choice or not.  Tred
thought I shunned him because he seemed to be stalking me, but I used him
as my possible back-up.  I was a shit.  (cunt)

   With a few drinks in me and beginning to scout a partner for some horny
wrestling, I melted for Tred.

   "Tred, it's so good to see you.  I've been meaning to catch up with you
for a while.  I know I need to apologize to you for ignoring your calls for
so long.  I heard you moved after graduation and I just got lost in my own
little world."

   "I did move to Chicago for a job with Blistex, I was on their chemical
team for a few years, but they downsized that department there and right
now I'm trying to hook on with GE in their chemical research R&D for
solvents.  I'm just a go-fer in a 90 day trial, but I'm in my 85th day and
I'm on pins and needles, but I think I should catch on.  How about you?"

   "I had taken those Chemistry courses to maybe work into medicine, but
the hygienist night course I took got me a job right away and I've been
there over 4 years and I like the practice, the money is pretty OK.  I'm
happy!" I told him as I gave him the once over.  (He was still a nice
looking guy, always thin and a neat freak.)

   As I remembered, he was pretty hot shit in the sack too.  I remember
countless nights with his tongue in my pussy and his finger up my ass.  He
never asked to get into me there, he just liked fingering my ass; maybe he
thought I would eventually ask him to do me there.

   There was long hesitation as I ran our relationship through my head when
I finally asked him, "Can I buy you a drink?"

   "Only if we can dance, you ARE here alone, right?" He asked.

   "For sure, I'm still single, I still see Caleb from time to time, but
nothing steady." I said, sort of lying.  (he had known Caleb through a
frat)

   "I had a steady in Chicago, but she wanted no part of leaving when I
decided to come home about 3 months ago."

   "You feel better off back here?" I wondered.

   "There are NO jobs in Chicago, and it's a pretty dangerous city unless
you live in the burbs and after I was excessed, I couldn't afford much.  I
missed this area, for sure."

   The band, Brillo, started to play a power ballad suite they were sort of
famous for; they combined REO's "Can't Fight This Feeling" and Boston's
"Amanda".  They had done it on a local telethon and it got played on some
of the local FM's.  Tred looked to me and said, "Can we?"

   I smiled and put out my hand and went with him.  When we got to the
floor he wanted to hold me tight, but I loosened right away so I could look
in his face.

   "It's been a long time.  I have to tell you, I HAVE thought of you from
time to time." I said to be sure he knew I did care about him and what we
had.

   "Me too, and as much fun as we had, we never seemed to make that last
hurdle." He said, making me think aloud.

   "What's the last hurdle?"

   "Just, you know, getting serious, becoming mutually exclusive, moving in
or I guess making a commitment." He said shyly, with a certain amount of
regret dripping from his words.

   I was about to apologize for that, like it was me who had held back when
HE said, "That's always been MY fault, when I was in college I was wary
when you got too clingy.  I didn't need my heart broke, nor did I want to
hurt you.  I knew I wouldn't stay local and wasn't about to ask anyone to
make a move with me.  I was scared shitless.  At the end of our second
go-around we stayed together 3 nights in a row and I tried to end each
night by saying we should take a break, and you kept trying to plan ahead.
I was committed to the Blistex gig then and was trying to find a way to
tell you."

   "Really?" I asked not trying to show how amazed I was by his words,
because I was trying to dump him painlessly then, so if I needed to get him
back, it was doable.  Instead I ignored his calls, but he didn't take it as
I thought he had.

   I was about to tell him he was revising our history a bit when he pulled
me close and began to move me on the floor in the sexy way he always
slow-danced.  It was then he whispered in my ear.

   "We don't really need to start up steady again, I just got back 3 months
ago and I need to keep my head on straight until I get permanent at work
and can get my own place, but if you want to bang around from time to time,
we can have some fun.  We always fit together well and had a lot of
laughs."

   His curious words had me a little off put; he was suggesting just what I
was looking for, a little guiltless sex with a fresh partner where I could
walk away at my leisure.

   "That might work best for both of us." I whispered back as I angled my
knee on my next step to nudge his junk.  I wanted him to know what my
intentions were.

   He loosened up his hold and looked me in the eye and smiled.  I was
pretty sure I was getting laid tonight, and this was a guy I could trust
sexually.  My card with 10 punches needn't be updated.  I was still below
the whore line.

   Chapter Five

   When the band finished that 10 minute medley, most of the real couples
on the floor were in a long clench and kiss, including us.  Bands rarely
played many songs for couples to grind and smooch to and this one was a
long one.  He gave me his lips at the end of it and we had a long tonguey
kiss, and I'll admit, I was wet for him already.  The group started a
groove that they used as a break, announcing they were Brillo and would be
back with an all rock set in 45 minutes.

   We swayed to the groove kissing and looking into each other's eyes and
if I didn't say it was sexy as all get out, I would have been lying.  After
all, he was a guy I had slept with countless times, sucked probably just as
many, and had eaten my pussy as many as well (all the while drilling my
asshole, . . .  not complaining) The reasons we broke up were actually my
own selfish ones, trying to get a better guy.  Caleb was special and it
seemed he WAS trying to make our "thing" more permanent, but tonight was
tonight and there was a man here who I knew could make me crazy, satisfy my
desires with no reservation, and if he wasn't feeding me line, "didn't want
to start up again", but was game for some "banging around".  It suddenly
struck me that HE might have had something better on the line, but hadn't
reeled that in yet, just like me and Caleb.  As long as his dick got hard
and his tongue was still as talented as before, I could have cared less. 
We walked back to my camp at the bar and he had a handful of my ass all the
way.

   When we sat down and refreshed our drinks he leaned into me and said
something curious, but maybe pretty smart so as not to assume too much.

   "I have a new card, (blood test) dated this week, but I have condoms
too."

   "Optimistic, huh?" I said with a sly smile.  Then I hesitated and said,
"I get tested weekly on my job, so we're good."

   "YOU aren't optimistic?" He asked with grin.

   I shifted in my stool and let a hand run out and nudge his junk as I
winked.  It was on.

   I asked Tred to stop drinking, as I had, and take a B supplement, and we
ordered garlic knots to be sure we could drive to my home or his safely. 
When I warned Tred about DWI he informed me that we had to go to my place,
he was still searching for a place and was living home with his parents,
but he had a solid apartment lead he was waiting on.  I was OK with that,
but, truthfully, there would be no further "banging around" until he got
his own place.  I had no intention of carrying on with a guy who lived with
his parents.  I gave him a pass this time, but I admire a man with pride,
and living with your parents when you've had a good job right along should
only be VERY temporary.

   We got up to dance one more time and he got up close on a dance tune and
I saw the swell in his pants and to tell you the truth, it brought back
nice memories of our time together.  I came to think about the equipment he
was bringing to the table.  He was long and not too fat around and made a
great cock to suck, and he touched places no one else EVER has.  God, even
my idle thoughts were slutty, but I was glad that being close to me excited
him.  Dancing close without touching was sexy and I was just going to tell
myself how good he smelled.  It wasn't a cologne or aftershave, it was a
clean soapy smell.  SEXY!  But he leaned to my ear and told me I "smelled
so sexy, just like he remembered."

   WOW, was he going to get a blowjob tonight!  My pussy was running in my
panties so hard that all thoughts of being fucked 3 ways to Sunday less
than 24 hours ago by Caleb were gone.  Maybe it wasn't because he said we
shouldn't get attached, he began to seem like a better option than Caleb. I
was getting confused, and only a long night of hot sex was going to fix me.

   As the dance finished he draped an arm over me and we walked back slow
to the bar, sharing little kisses.

   We broke the last kiss and he whispered in my ear, "Maybe we should
think about getting going.  The next song is their last.  Umm, Rather than
either of us leave a car, I'm going to follow you home.  Then if you don't
want me to stay all night, there won't be a problem."

   "You can do that, but I think you'll want to stay all night." I said
with a big smile and a wink.  "We always had nice mornings."

   He nodded, smiled, and reached to touch my face.  God, that was sexy!

   Tred was a big morning oral fan; usually an early shower and then back
to bed for a long 69.  The more I thought about his love of eating pussy I
wondered how I could have let him slip away before.

   We settled up with the bartenders and were off.  Tred walked me to my
car and said he would be around in a moment to follow me.  (I explained
that he wouldn't get past the gate unless he were with me)

   As soon as we got inside my condo he complimented me on the place saying
it was real nice and if I didn't mind asking, how much was it?  He might
look into the complex for his own needs.

   We had a nightcap of Harveys with a slice of lime and retired to the
sofa.  After a bit of chit-chat we started to neck and it wasn't long
before he was on the floor trying to get my pants off.

   "Tred, let's go into my bedroom.  Although I doubt she'll be around
tonight, I wouldn't want my roomie to walk in on us." I said tapping him on
the shoulder.

   He stood and picked me up and asked for directions.  He brought me in
and set me on the bed and went right for the snaps on my pants.  He took
them down, with my panty, and settled right into my pussy, licking up my
juices in long wet laps until he was concentrating on my clit.  Just after
my first small orgasm he worked two fingers into me and rolled up to his
knees hovering over my goodies and then a felt his middle finger gathering
run-off below my pussy and applying it to my butt-hole.  I was going to
reach down and grab his finger, but I was about to be paralyzed by an
orgasm I had peaking, and when it did, his middle finger went right up my
ass.  I can't lie, it felt awesome.  He continued to eat me and stroke that
finger in me while 2 other fingers began to go in the opposite rhythm in my
pussy.  I was going to explode again, and I was going to have to rip myself
away from him so my head or heart wouldn't explode.  As I did he just
stayed there in that position, two fingers poised as they were in my pussy,
and his other hand with his middle finger extended, his head turned to me
with a little smile.

   I was still puffing down from my orgasm wishing I was sucking on his
cock, that JUST HAD TO hurt by now.  I hadn't even touched it since he got
undressed.  He kept that smile and then said to me softly, "I'll bet you
dream of the night I fucked your ass.  You must have came 3 times screaming
into the pillow."

   I sobered up from the sex quickly and told him, "You never fucked me in
my ass, Tred."

   "Oh yes I did, you're the ONLY girl I've ever had that way.  You were
pretty drunk, but I don't think you were THAT drunk." He said,
matter-of-factly.

   "You have me mixed up Tred." I insisted, beginning to get pissed that he
would bring up another fuck while with me.

   "Our senior year, we were pretty hot and heavy for a while and we went
to a Spring Break party for everyone who couldn't afford to go away.  We
ended up in your dorm room, we were the only ones in your building.  You
begged me to do it." He said confidently.

   "I remember that party, I remember we had big hangovers and were the
only ones in the building, but that never happened." I told him and I used
my fingers to emphasize NEVER HAPPENED.

   "I've had sex with," He began, "my high school girlfriend, once, that
was on Prom night, then you in college in my freshman year, then with you
in that summer and then for lots of our junior and senior years, and then
with Marlena, my girl in Chicago, no one else.  Not much there to get
confused about."

   "Well, you must be." I said smugly, ready to send him away, blue balls
and all.

   "Hillary, you're the only woman I've ever even touched there.  Your ass
is so shapely, your butthole is so perfect, so pink, and it winks whenever
I fuck you from behind.  I love finger fucking you there, and that night we
were pretty drunk and as I ate you and rammed my middle finger up your cute
butt you begged me to fuck you . . .  in your asshole."

   I shook my head at him, getting more and more pissed.  He looked at me
so seriously and asked, "Why would I make this up?"

   He reached down and grabbed his cock, trying to calm the blood filled
head.

   "Hillary, you asked me to "put that long skinny cock up my ass.  Fuck me
dirty, fuck me drunk, take my ass cherry."

   Somehow when he said the words "ass cherry" I did a double take.  I
remember talking about my "ass cherry" with a dorm-mate, Sarah, I had at
the time, saying Tred must have wanted it because he played so much with my
hole.  I began to have a remembrance of those nights, what we called
"Welfare Spring Break" (we were all broke and couldn't afford to go away)
and I did remember a few oddities of my hangover, and one was I hadn't
remembered eating hot food, because my butt was burning and I crapped a
lot. Sarah kept singing "Ring of Fire' to me each time I complained.  Then
when Tred showed up that night I was in the bathroom again and he had asked
me how my "tender little pooper" was.  I recalled being pissed at my Sarah
for telling him I had those problems, a case of too much information being
passed.  But a bit later we got drunk again that night and the whole
escapade sort of faded into the air, . . .  until now!

   "Tred, I hate to burst your bubble, but if you did take my ass cherry, I
really don't remember it.  However, I do remember having problems, um . . .
.  back there and thinking we must have eaten tacos or had chili.  To this
day I don't eat tacos or chili, or any hot food for that reason." I told
him as he sat there on the corner of the bed still poised to continue his
finger play with me while I had rolled up to my knees confronting him.

   He sat up fully and lost his balance, dropping one of his knees off the
corner of the bed to steady himself with his foot.

   "You really don't remember it? . . .  because you had a real good time
and were ready to make me your king the way you wailed on."

   "TRED, IF I REMEMBERED WHY WOULD I BE GOING OVER ALL THIS NOW?"

   "Well, I wouldn't have said anything if I thought that, number one, you
didn't remember it, and number two, it was going to break the mood and send
me home with blue balls." He said as he began to stand up and look for his
clothes.

   "Send you HOME!!" I said, raising my voice.  "Bullshit!  I've been
waiting to suck that big dick all night and you aren't leaving until you
fuck me silly!  Just don't think it's going up my ass!"

   Tred broke into a smile and I swear his dick began to stiffen instantly.

   I moved to the edge of the bed on all fours as he turned back to me and
I fit my mouth over the head of his dick.  As I pushed my mouth down over
him a few times he came right back to full erection and in this position I
could get him all the way down my throat, just defeating my gag reflex.  I
couldn't accomplish this with many men, just Tred wasn't as thick around as
most men, but I do remember measuring him one drunken night.  From where
his dick met his abdomen to tip was 9 inches.  GOD, if he were as fat
around as Terry or Caleb, I don't think I could even LET him fuck me.  But,
sucking him like this with it snaking to the back of my throat was a
definite turn on, and places he touched when he fucked me were also quite
different.

   My night with Tred truly was just what I needed to get my head on
straight about a lot of things, one of them being, maybe Caleb WASN'T the
perfect man for me.  I really didn't think Tred could be either, but I was
sort of convinced I might not be too easy to please.  Needless to say, we
were both worn out and slept in late on Sunday morning.  He woke me up with
kisses on my back and shoulders and when I rolled over he slid right in
beside me and hugged me tightly, with his big dick pressing on my stomach.

   I was barely awake but he said, "Why don't you go put coffee on and I'll
start my shower.  By the time you come in I'll be ready to wash you, take
care of you.  Then we'll have coffee and go back to bed, sound good?"

   Well, it did sound good and I was off to make coffee . . . . . .  and
after he washed me and made me wet as hell, we got out, poured coffee, and
went back to bed to drink it.

   Totally sober and without the veil of unsolved horniness hanging over me
I began to think about what he had told me the night before.  "Tred, last
night you seemed pretty sure that you and I had done the butt-nasty, and
even referenced the night.  I can't believe I was so drunk that I don't
recall.  How can you be sure?"

   He smiled real big and turned to me asking, "Are you ready for one of
the easiest lines any woman ever passed to me?"

   "Oh Godddd!" I said, "Go ahead."

   "When a man makes love to the most beautiful and perfect ass he has ever
seen, he doesn't forget.  I've jerked off a 1000 times reliving that night
and it was why I wondered if you did the same."

   I smiled and looked at him quizzically about "the same", and he repeated
for me, "I'll bet you dream of that night I fucked your ass.  You must have
came 3 times screaming into the pillow."

   I was propped up to the headboard with a pillow behind me and I took a
sip of coffee and laid my head back and searched my memory.  I did remember
that was the last time I got REALLY drunk, and the last time I had a
hangover for the ages.  I recalled puking in the morning, thinking it might
be the end, but when nature called my little pooper hole burned.  I even
recalled asking Sarah when she came home from whoever she stayed with, who
brought the chili because I had a burning butt.  She was getting a kick out
of my trips to the bathroom trying to get rid of the heat, and sang "Ring
of Fire" more than a few times.

   "Tred, if that's what happens the day after butt sex, why would anyone
do it?"

   "Hill, we were drunk, and when I drink cumming isn't always so easy. 
I'll bet I railed you for 20 minutes and you were in a state, ramming your
ass back to me and demanding more.  It was quite the show."

   I noticed that he had a hand down under the covers and I looked at the
place where it obviously was under the blanket.  I set my coffee on the bed
stand and threw back the cover and bent to put his beautiful cock in my
mouth.  I paused after a moment and asked while not looking directly at
him, just letting him slip from my mouth, "Is this what happens EVERY TIME
you think of that night?"

   He pushed my head down and said "Every time".

   His penis fit so perfectly in my mouth, I really could suck him the rest
of my life and that alone would have made our relationship click.  I was
enjoying the act and began to wonder if I might have him cum in my mouth,
and get him to fuck me too, when I was struck with a question.  I raised my
head and shifted to look at him, "Did we use lube?"

   He chuckled and said "Of course, you had just bought that KY for
couples, remember it heats to the touch." I sat up straight and looked at
him exclaiming "We put that up my ass!  I'll bet I had a reaction to it! 
If I use KY, the warming kind, on my boobs for a titty fuck, I turn all
red!"

   "We've never done a titty fuck." Tred said quietly.

   "Boo hoo, you aren't the only man I've ever slept with, you apparently
had my ASS!  Don't complain!"

   Suddenly I began to think he had done the butt nasty with me and my
insides revolted the next day causing all those problems.  I looked to Tred
and saw how he wasn't sure how to take my realizations.  I straddled a leg
over him and fit his dick right into my pussy and sank all the way down on
it and leaned to take his face in my hands.

   "Don't think I'm mad at you, I'm not.  Just in case you hadn't realized
it, I love your dick.  After all this talk, if I had already used my little
hole for what it's intended today, you might have got another chance, just
out of curiosity, but that hasn't happened yet.  Don't think it means
you'll get the chance again, but if I'm interested, I'll ask." I said in a
sexy whisper that was having great effects on what was stuffed half way up
into my body.  It felt like I could open my mouth and he could see the end
of his dick.

   I began to bounce on him for one of the best rides I had in a while.  He
slipped just right into all the right places and made me orgasm over and
over.  All the while I was thinking how good his fingers felt in my ass the
night before and wondered if I really enjoyed his cock there as much as he
said.  That would definitely be another time, um . .  maybe.  Just as that
thought crossed my mind he took hold of my hips and held me from bouncing
on him and he jack-hammered his hips to my pussy until he shot inside me
and we both sort of fell asleep again, exhausted from sex.  That's one of
the best feelings there is.

   When we finally awoke again we showered separately and he took me out
for a nice dinner.  After that we took a brisk walk in the chill, even
stopping at the park skating complex for a hot chocolate.  By the time we
came back my condo it was dark and Merriam's car was there and I explained
that I'd rather he not come in for goodbyes.

   We necked in his car and I got some very warm feelings about him and I
wondered about my relationship with Caleb.  Treds après sex banter and
persona was just as interesting as Calebs and I really felt close to Tred
again, after all there was a time when he was my wish and hope for my
forever.  But, as I always seem to do, I left him with words to make him
wonder where he stood, where I was coming from.

   "I'm so glad we had a chance to rekindle what we had, otherwise I may
have ended up fucking a stranger last night." I said before I slid over and
got out of his car.

   He reached out and grabbed the end of my coat snarling, "Well, THAT'S a
ringing endorsement!  If I had known I was just a dick to you, I wouldn't
have bothered!"

   I stopped and stood beside the open door for a moment thinking of what a
shit head I was and I got back in.

   "I'm sorry, it WAS a mean thing to say and it wasn't meant to sound the
way it did, let me explain.  When a girl, er. . .  woman looks around and
sees lots of her friends either married or in long term relationships she
may, as I did, take an inventory of her lovers, seeing where she may have
made mistakes, or what kind of stable relationships she might have.  When a
woman can list over 10 different lovers, she begins to think of herself as
a whore, slut, whatever name society has for a loose woman.  Last night I
had it in my mind that if the opportunity came up, I was going to be with
number 11.  I had been stuck at nine for a long time and a ways back this
mood I've been in lately led me to number 10.  Now, one of my former lovers
and current booty calls was going to try to make himself more accessible so
we might have a relationship.  Faced with the fact I might never do strange
again, Naughty Hillary was on the prowl last night.  When you showed up you
gave me a reprieve from becoming the whore or slut I fear I may be seen as,
at least in my eyes.  Not only that, you made me realize that this fellow
who wants to become my significant other may not be my perfect mate.  I
only say that because right now, given the choice of the 2 of you as
lovers, you might be a better, smarter option.  We shared more than sex
last night and this morning.  I THANK you for keeping me out of the slut or
whore club, and for making me think I may have let you get away too easily
a long time ago.  I REALLY want you to call me and ask me out again, after
you get a place of your own.  Maybe we can make something of US, if you
want to.  OK?  I didn't really mean to make it seem I didn't care for you.
Most of what happened last night would not have happened with any wham-bam
pick-up, and I'm really not like that, especially with oral.  I don't pass
that out.  Don't think I'm a cheater either; I have no connections any
deeper than what you and I have right now.  So call me, please."

   "I commend you for your honesty with me and explaining all that.  I do
care for you "special".  I planned on looking you up once I got settled, it
IS embarrassing living with your parents, and I'll be in my own place soon.
Just tell me you won't give up on me without talking again, OK?" He asked
with a cute puppy dog pout.

   I crossed my heart and told him I surely would and dug into my purse for
my card from work.  I wrote down my number and gave another to write down
his.  As I walked in the building I wanted him again already, what am I
going to do!

   Chapter Six

   I walked in the door and Merriam was folding laundry in front of the
sofa.

   "Where have you been all afternoon?  I got here almost 4 hours ago and
it smelled like sex in your room when I went to get your hamper."

   "Why didn't you sniff the things in there to see how fresh it was?" I
said snottily.

   "Maybe I did.  Please don't snap at me when you're having problems with
your boyfriend.  "

   "Oh FUCK, I'm sorry.  I'm just so confused right now."

   "What became of Caleb's trip?" She asked, figuring that would supply all
the answers.

   "I haven't heard from Caleb, I wasn't with him.  I was with an old
college flame, and when I say flame, I find it was not completely
extinguished." I said as she came to me to hug.

   "I'm so sorry you're still in this state.  You're always so carefree and
un-rattled.  Do you want to talk?" She asked holding me tightly and really
showing her love and care for me.

   I told her the short version, leaving out the story of my "ass cherry",
so as not to complicate things already too complicated.

   "Are you sure you're just not in that post-sexual state where everything
seemed hearts and flowers?  Maybe YOU should have washed your own sheets
and under things to see the reality of it all." She semi-joked.

   "No, No I understand what you're saying, but Tred and I talked a LOT and
I realized why we got along so well before."

   "Tred?  I'm not sure you mentioned him before.  What made you break up
with him and go out with Caleb?" She asked, naturally.

   "For the shallowest of reasons, Cal was cooler, he was a hard body, and
he hung with all the jocks in his frat.  Don't tell me how shallow I am, I
KNOW!  I mean, I really like Cal a lot, but when Tred takes me to bed, he
can be sexy, make love, and be dirty all together.  Before I get a chance
to go down on him or get it in me, I've cum a couple times and I'm in such
a state I want it all and he gives it."

   "Sounds like he's on a wave length with you, If you played our game, the
good, the bad, and the ugly, with him vs Caleb, who do you think would come
out on top?" She wondered, using a little game of comparison she and I use
on fantasy guys.

   "I've already done it and right now, Tred wins, but right now isn't a
fair time to do it. . . . . .  So how come you're here and not with Terry?"

   "You didn't go to your brothers to do laundry yesterday and our day for
the machines here got pushed back to Sunday because of repairs, the note
was under the door Friday.  I had lots to do and don't like doing it at
Terry's mothers house.  She looks at the clothes a little too close.  So, I
grabbed your stuff and made a half day of it."

   "Well, thank you, you're sweet!  Maybe we should both give up guys and
live as lesbians!" I kidded to her, leaving a shocked look on her face.

   "Speak for yourself!" She defended.  "I'm happy with MY boyfriend."

   "For God's sake, I was kidding, and truth be told, I don't have a
boyfriend, just a couple of dicks vying for the right."

   "Can I ask you a serious question, and if you want to think about it for
a bit, that's OK, just be honest, OK?"

   "Count on me to be honest with you Mare." I assured her.

   "It's a 3 parter; do you really want a boyfriend, do you really want to
fall in love, and, if you had good sex often enough would you be happy
being independent?"

   "Fuck Merriam, you know how to hit hard in the face don't you?  All 3 of
those questions loom in the back of my mind all of the time.  I have what I
think are solid answers to each of them, and I know you won't judge me,
right?" I said pausing before answering.

   " I would love a boyfriend, one to move in and share my life with me. 
However, of all the men I've had deep feelings for, there is a time when I
wish there was an off switch on each of them.  Turn them off, put them in
the closet beside the vacuum, and then take them out when I need them, and
I don't necessarily mean for sex.  Of the guys I've had serious feelings
for, and that's only Tred and Caleb, I favor Tred overall.  That might be
because I still have some of his cum in my system, but I DO think if Caleb
didn't have a hard body in college and I didn't see a sorority sister
giving him a blowjob at a party, I might be married to Tred right now."

   "You saw him getting a blowjob and that made you want him?  You amaze
me!" She spat out.

   "Hey, don't judge!  I was necking up a storm with Tred's hands down my
pants and pawing my tits when the light came in the back room of Alpha Chi
where couples were all over the floor, and some asshole needed their coat!
Anyway, when it came on everyone was on the floor with someone except Cal
and this little blonde.  He was naked with his hands on his hips, his big
fat dick fucking her mouth, . . .  and he was so chiseled.  I would have
gone over and helped her if she asked.  That was the beginning of my trying
to hook up with him and dumping Tred.  I wanted to be the girl worshipping
his body, sucking his dick.  How's that for a shallow whore?"

   "You were young and horny and didn't know what you really wanted,
right?" She asked.

   "I suppose, but I was probably falling in love with Tred then and might
have been scared.  We had fought and broke up a year or two earlier, but
then the 2nd time everything was going great, and I had to fuck it up."

   "Well, no one says you have to make up your mind now.  Did you make any
commitments to either of them?"

   "Caleb probably assumes I would be committed if he was local, but I
never said so, and Tred said up front he didn't want or need a girlfriend
right now, but we both admitted sparks flew and he's asked me out again. 
He told me something that made me think of him differently." I said and
wished I hadn't already.

   "What?"

   "You're going to laugh, but it's really not all that funny to me.  It
actually makes me feel so close to him in a way I can't explain."

   Merriam didn't ask again, she just looked at me waiting for me to tell
her.

   "He asked me if I dreamt, and I think he meant did I play with myself,
thinking of the night he fucked me in my ass." I said turning beet red.

   ""YOU told me you NEVER did that and judged me when I admitted to it!"
She spat out.

   "Now, wait a minute!  I was so drunk I don't even remember, but his
memories of it are so vivid, and the circumstances following it that I DO
remember makes me think it's true.  What makes me crazy is that he says I
came 3 times like a wild woman during it."

   Merry was silent for a few moments, not looking me in the eye until she
spoke, "Once you get by the initial surge and that painful stretch, it does
give you a special orgasm."

   "So you weren't one and done with it, huh?"

   "No, . . .no, I had to try a second time to see if it was like the first
time.  It was still as exhilarating, feeling the fullness, the movement of
someone being inside and the orgasm is from deep inside you, but definitely
still a vaginal one." Then she blushed deeply and looked away saying, "We
do it during my monthly, usually."

   "Why you little ass whore!" I kidded.

   "Fuck you Hillary, you total whore." She kidded back with a big grin and
we hugged like sisters.

   The phone rang and I didn't know the number but recalled the 3 number
exchange Tred had given me, so I picked up.
H: "Hello?"
T: "Hi Hill, please don't think I'm stalking you, but when I got home my
Mom had a message from a living space I was interested in, and I can take
possession by next weekend.  I know I told you I didn't want to get back
steady again, but you're like a fucking drug to me right now, everything
feels right.  I can flake off right now if you want me to, but I think you
felt the same way, the same things." Tred confessed.
H: "Normally I would block the number of someone who said that, but I do
feel something too.  Figure a date night and get to me, OK?"
T: "Can we do next Saturday night?  My storage pod is here and I can
move in Friday and should be set by Saturday night.  Say, 7 o'clock?"
H: "That will be good.  Listen, let me ask you a couple questions and
the answers have nothing to do with you, they have to do with me and it
makes no difference in our relationship.  You can talk freely right now,
right?" I wondered.
T: "Sure, what is it, Hill?"
H: "Did you ever ask me for anal sex and get refused?"
T: "No, not from you; the only time we did it, you asked ME for it."
H: "Then why ALWAYS the fingers; not that I don't like them." I asked,
feeling rude that I had NEVER brought that regular part of our love making
up.
T: "First off, you NEVER said you DIDN'T like it.  Secondly, Hillary,
you have the most adorable ass and that just gets me going.  That time you
asked me for it I was shocked because there was one time you DID mention my
fingers playing in there and you told me, "Don't ask for that hole, I tried
it once and it was a fail because of intense pain.", so I left you alone
about it."
H: "OK, that answers a few questions for me, things I wondered about
before, when we went out, and things since last night's revelations, if you
weren't lying to me." I said in a snarky tone.
T: "Hill not to be crude, but brutally honest, any guy in his right mind
who gets his cock sucked so lovingly by you, and then get's laid by one of
your hot fucks, would never lie to you.  You are the most complete woman
I've ever known and you've made all other women 2nd place in my head.  As
they say, I would eat a yard of your shit just to watch it come out." Tred
sing-songed.
H: "That's sweet, but that saying; Ouch, that is so gross Tred!"
T: "It's only said to let you know how hot, how perfect, and desirable
someone is."
H: "Jesus Tred, if you were here I'd suck the cock right off you.  I
better hang up.  My roommate is here and her ears just caught on fire.  See
you next weekend, good luck moving." I said and hung up as I looked to
Merry who was still reeling over my words in response to Tred.
"I know I've opened up sexually, but that was so inappropriate to say."

She huffed.

   "Context Merriam!  He just said he'd eat a yard of my shit just to watch
it come out; going to extremes to show devotion." I spat back to make her
understand.

   "Does this mean that Caleb is out of the picture?"

   "No, not just like that, but Tred has me thinking that I may have grown
bored with Caleb since I felt so refreshed in everything with Tred.  Not
just the love making, it's the whole deal.  Tred worships me, without being
a puppy dog.  Caleb acts like he paid for me when we fuck.  Hard to
explain." I attempted to explain, although I have a hard time putting those
feelings into words.

   "I'm not trying to be a therapist, but when you talked Tred, you said
making love, and when you talked Caleb you said fucked.  You obviously have
issues.  If I may say, whenever you see Caleb you're usually pretty needy,
by your standards, and want to be torn up.  It may make him look pretty
special to you."

   "BY MY STANDARDS?  What the fuck does THAT mean?"

   "Oh God Hillary, pull your panties out of your crack.  How many days can
you go without an orgasm, and how long can you go without getting the real
thing?  My guess is one day on the big O, and maybe 3 weeks before not a
banana or cucumber is safe in the house.  I'm not much different now.  I
didn't mean anything by it."

   "I can last more than a day without an orgasm, . . .  I haven't in a few
years, heh-heh.  Between Caleb coming back home once a month and a couple
fuck buddies I'm usually never more than a few weeks dry, so to speak." I
reiterated.

   "Fuck buddies?  Have I ever met them?" She wondered.

   "No, they're usually road games.  A couple guys I've dated a long time,
one even before college, both older, both not interested in a serious
relationship, both pretty handsome, and both very familiar with our owner's
manual."

   "Older?  How much?"

   "Well, Karl is 50, has a great pharmaceutical job, lives alone, drives a
Corvette, dresses real sharp and has his choice of the ladies, but will
drop most any of them if I call.  Charlie is over 55, but can pass for 40.
He inherited a fortune and only works to meet women.  He could charm the
spots off a tiger." I explained.

   "You are a little whore when you want to be, Hillary.  Are they as
familiar with the female as, say even . .  Terry?"

   "I'd consider both in his class, why?  Do you have some extra fuel to
burn?" I asked with a crooked eyebrow.

   Merriam flushed bright red saying, "Are you kidding me?  Terry keeps me
well serviced, as you might expect." She insisted.

   SO, here Merriam and I are best friends, as close as sisters and there
was something she didn't know about me and my extra-curricular activities.
I was proud of being so discreet.

   The rest of that Sunday night passed much as they normally do with us
and when Merry left for work on Monday I really didn't expect to see her
for at least 3 or 4 days and maybe the week.  The baskets of her clothes
she washed, along with mine, were separated and folded Sunday night while
we watched TV and when I got home from work on Monday, hers were gone and I
was back to living alone for a few days.  It was back to work for me that
Monday as I hoped the week might pass quickly until my next date with Tred.

   When I got home from work on Thursday night there was still no message
on my phone, no email, no word whatsoever from Caleb.  Here he leaves me
the last Saturday telling me how he's making this special trip to his home
office to try and get closer to me on a regular basis, and I'm supposed to
be excited for the possibility of a relationship.  You might think the
arrogant son of a bitch would have called me to give some clue as to what
became of his trip.  This had me pissed, and I hate to think how I might
feel if Tred were not in the picture.  It even ran through my mind that if
Tred showed up for our date on his knees with a ring I would accept just to
spite Caleb.  (Thank God that thought passed quickly with a chuckle and a
nod to the god of irony for the laugh.) I guess the whole thing with
Merriam being engaged and then finding out her intended was an asshole and
then finding Terry and being so happy and content, really had me thinking I
must be careful.  I DO want someone permanent that I can DEPEND on, that I
could love, and they would love back.  I DO want to be married.  I've had
so many friends and acquaintances that had married and divorced, but in
every case I had the feeling they either rushed into it, or didn't try hard
enough.  I recall one friend who told me that they had a terrible fight and
she moved home the next day.  Her Mother and Father coddled her at home and
wouldn't let her husband see her.  ONE FIGHT!  I've had 2 arguments in the
same night with Tred, and other guys as well, and made sweet love to them
later that night with not another word being said about the fight, or
argument.  Sometimes you have to agree to disagree, or respect your
partner's feelings on a subject, as long as they respect yours right back.
No two people are going to agree on everything, but for God's sake, TRY!

   Merry called me just as I was about to order a pizza, I hate cooking for
one, and asked if I had eaten.  She said she would love to come over with a
jar of sauce she had made if I boiled up some pasta.  Instant girl's night
in!  I was happy to have her here to let me vent.  I went in and changed
into a tee shirt and loose exercise pants.  I wore my smock over yoga pants
all day and that's about as confining as Spanx.  I wanted to feel free.

   Not twenty minutes later she came in the front door and we had a hug, it
felt so good to have her back "home".  She looked as relaxed as me, in a
cropped short sleeve sweatshirt and ¾ length pinstriped sweats that looked
like a baseball pant.

   As she emptied the jar into a saucepan she said something that made me
feel all warm inside.

   "As much as I love Terry and want to spend the rest of my life with him,
I'm not sure I can give up coming "home" to be with you from time to time.
I just love the time we spend together making dinner, eating together,
talking about our days, comparing boyfriend notes, all of that.  You are my
family."

   "As nice as that sounds and as warm as it makes me feel," I started,
"You and Terry aren't having problems are you?" I wondered.

   "OH GOD NO!" She said emphatically.  "He likes to spend a night with his
Mom each week, she's failing a bit, we thought Alzheimer's, but they say
mild dementia, plus he's out one night a week for his sales meetings in
Boston.  I go with him sometimes, but I just can't miss work like that.  He
spends a weekend a month at his Grandfathers place in Florida as well.  He
takes such good care of him, but I usually can't go even though Gramps
would pay for my ticket too, but I work most Saturdays, at least part of
the day.  I get from noon Thursday until noon Friday off, you know the
routine.  Terry agrees with me that I should keep paying you my share of
the rent here and spend 3 nights or more sometimes." I thought for a moment
and had a thought.  "If you two live on the boat from late Spring until
early Fall and then in the loft he rents in the balance, why don't you BOTH
move in here and give up the loft.  Three of us could certainly be here and
stay out of each other's way.  We could set up boundaries as far as privacy
goes.  That little nursery room I use for storage could end up being an
office for us all to use and get away from each other with.  Your room is
certainly as big as the loft, minus the kitchen part.  We all get along, I
don't see why not."

   "I don't know Hill, sounds like a lot of stress on you, losing your
independence." She said with a worry in her voice.

   "You are both close to me, losing you has been a burden on me, God I
talk to myself all the time here, and if you're here like you are now when
the yacht is up, and then here full time otherwise, I'm happy."

   "Think of the privacy you'll lose with Terry here." She said solemnly.

   "Yes, I wouldn't be around naked as much, he would have to put up with
me as well as you when we have our periods, besides that I have nothing he
hasn't seen before and I certainly hope you trust me around him." I
cautioned her.

   "There was a time I wouldn't have trusted you, well maybe either of you,
but he's told me that I'm his drug.  He can't get enough of me.  I wish I
could put into words how we click together.  I feel the same as he.  He is
my drug.  When I look at him I want to touch him, hold him." She said.

   "I used to feel somewhat that way with Tred, back then.  But school,
money, being a competitive bitch, sullied all of that stuff.  But I knew
from spending that last Saturday night with him, I think I could fall
again, but I'm TRYING to be more cautious now.  This is for life now and as
much as I liked what we had in school, I DID feel that way about Caleb
before I felt he was taking me for granted."

   "Maybe if you shut him out, telling him why, he might change and make a
more impassioned play for you." She suggested, making sense.

   "But, I doubt he gets the chance, unless I end up dreaming about him in
fantasies.  He doesn't love me tender like that, or hasn't for a while.  He
treats me like he paid for me.  I love it all, the slapping, spanking,
choking, all that, but, . . . .  Tred gives me the same pleasures while
treating me like something special.  I like that and I've thought about him
all week." I said as I felt a tingle at my core, knowing I visibly
shuddered.

   "My God, you just came, didn't you?" She asked as I blushed hard.

   "NO, not really, um . .  well, . . .  yes, I did, . . .  a little." I
admitted as I thought about Tred's long cock

   "Was it the thought of Caleb or Tred that set you off?" She asked, at
least a little astonished.

   "Um, . . .  TRED!" I assured her.  "He asks sexy questions and whispers
while he makes love to me, pleases me."

   "Like what, . . .  if it's not too personal?"

   "It is, but I'll tell YOU.  Like he'll be behind me, ready to enter and
he'll bend to nip at my ear, his whole body molded to me, his cock pressed
between my cheeks and the head almost touching my clit and he'll whisper
things like, "those ass cheeks that tease me every time I see them look so
white and pure, maybe we need to get them all pink and red.  Then I won't
feel so guilty when I'm bouncing my hips off them, feeling that tight pussy
squeeze my cock."

   Merriam looked intrigued until I added, "then he'll sit back and leave
deep red hand prints on each side before shoving that long dick way up
inside me reaching places no one has ever touched, over and over." I said,
having to fan my blushing face as I told her.  "Then he'll bend over me
enough to fill his hands with my breasts, pinch my nipples and maybe even
nip my back with his teeth and then I'll start to cum and not seem to feel
ANYTHING except my whole body spasm and then his hands are on my hips as
he's railing me and I have no control.  He looks out for me and wants me to
get as much as he does.  We make love.  Even last weekend, at first we were
strictly just hooking up, but when we got here he was sweet and we necked
and worked our way up to the moment.  Even then, he doesn't ask me for a
fuck or any of that crude shit like Caleb does.  Tred will say "Why don't
we go lay together?", and it isn't like he's a weenie or anything.  He just
let's things build to the right climax.  I've been with so many guys who're
just hands and glands, I forgot how well he treated me, how good the sex
was."

   "So not to burst your balloon, if he stays on a regular schedule, when
do you think Caleb will be around?" She wondered.

   "If he THINKS he's coming around to "service" me, he'll call me tomorrow
afternoon, right when he knows I'm going to lunch and he'll want to show up
here around 6.  Not happening.  If he calls I'm going to tell him I'll meet
him for dinner, and there and then I'll decide whether to dump his ass
altogether, or to give him a chance.  But one thing I can tell you, he's
not getting anything tomorrow night.  I'm saving it all for Tred, and if
things go like I want, I'll leave here Saturday night with Tred and not
come home until Monday morning to shower and go to work."

   "Well, it sounds like you have a lot of what Terry and I have; you know
how tender he is." She said with a big grin.

   "Just as you said that, it hit me who Tred reminds me of, your Terry.  I
mean besides the time he just about raped me in the kitchen, he is a
tender, patient lover."

   "Raped?" Merry asked.

   "Oh, I welcomed it, but he didn't offer me much choice.  I was making
coffee, and then I was getting plugged." I assured her.

   "Now, you can't tell me that sex is all you want in a relationship, I
know how important it is, but it's all you've talked about." Merry said in
a manner that made me think I was shallow.

   "Merriam, I'm not a total whore, you know!"

   "God Hill, I didn't mean that, but admit it, it's just all you've talked
about."

   "With Tred, and to some extent with Caleb, but a lot less, Tred makes
the bedroom, or wherever we happen to be, a place where it's just he and I
and the rest of the world is just not there.  He tends to me and my needs,
makes me full of pleasure to the point where I WANT to thank him for the
pleasure he's made me feel.  It's almost like, when I have an orgasm, he
feels the vibration and it makes him burn with desire.  When my mouth goes
around him he's just as loud as when he cums.  It's that much of a relief
to him.  He cradles my head, rubs my cheeks, my temples and whispers little
things to me, but all of this takes place after we shared something. 
You'll laugh, but on Saturday, we may go to a movie, just to dinner, or
maybe ice skating, or roller skating, anything two people can do TOGETHER.
In most cases he's touching me, holding my hand, unless he's changed, but
from last Saturday night into Sunday it was almost like we never spent a
day apart.  He's all about me, and I in turn, am all about him.  This is
why I really believe I did give him my butt cherry.  If he ever asked me
during love making, I would have let him try.  The fact he said I asked him
sounds like me trying to please him.  That's all so possible."

   "Caleb?, . .  not so much?" She asked.

   "He takes care of my um . . . . . .  needs, but he would never do any of
those couple things with me.  He wants to get laid.  I can't tell you how
many times he's rolled off me, sat on the edge of the bed, and without
saying a word, go in and shower and then leave, or come back to bed and
wake me up to go again.  Tred would pick me off the bed and bring me to the
shower and wash me like I was a million dollar porcelain doll with gold and
diamonds all over it.  I might wake up and smell breakfast cooking, or
coffee, always something thoughtful, and then we go back to bed.  He would
tell me his plans for the day and then usually go down on me until I could
work around and get his dick in my mouth."

   "Good Lord, you're making me hot just thinking about all of this,
because that's a lot how Terry is, I get that porcelain doll treatment
until we hit the sheets, or wherever we are.  Then he's an animal and I can
control how much I want of that.  Sometimes rough is good, and other times
tender is better." Merriam said wistfully.

   "Wait, you know what?  I just thought of how Tred treats me, he WORSHIPS
me.  He makes me feel THAT special, and if that doesn't make your clit
tingle all the time you're with that person, you've got a problem." I
suddenly blurted out as I touched myself through my pants, I just had to.

   Merriam blushed deeply and then said, "If I go into the bathroom for 10
minutes right now you're going to know what I'm doing, and you probably
would do the same thing out here.  We shouldn't do each other, but if we
sit apart can we do ourselves right here?"

   "Merriam, you little slut!" I said with a loud cackle.  "Sure, we can do
that, but we can get more personal than that, just promise no going down,
OK?"

   "Wh . .what do you mean, more personal?"

   "I want to kiss you, feel them boobies, hear you swoon in my ear, my
mouth."

   "That will be cheating on Terry, won't it?" She said suddenly turning
ashen.

   "Merriam, if I had a big fat dick for you to suck on and fuck you with,
or if I was going to eat you or we 69'ed, YES, that would be cheating. 
We're just having a little fun.  I'm through eating pussy."

   Merry looked bewildered for a moment and looked at me with a real
sheepish face.  "You know I was glad I went down on you to make you happy
and repay the deed, but I really hated it.  Only your pleasure made me keep
it up.  I'll never do it again.  (then she laughed right out loud) But I
like feeling you up too!"

   She jumped in my arms and we had a long hug holding each other's ass and
then she pulled back and looked at me and pushed her lips to mine.  What a
good kisser, with those soft lips, I bet she gives Terry real good head. 
As soon as we got our tongues into the kiss I heard the top of the pasta
pot begin to rattle.

   "Shit, Merry, that's going to have to be a preview, the waters ready. 
It's rattling the top."

   "You're rattling mine too, my slutty friend, what you're making me do!"
She joked as she dashed away to the kitchen and I followed her to get
plates and silverware.

   As she was breaking the pasta and dropping it in the pot and giving the
sauce another stir I went behind her and yanked her pants down.

   "Hey, no fair!  I didn't wear panties!" She giggled.

   "I know, there's a wet spot on your baseball sweats and I thought I
would save them from getting any wetter." I giggled right back.

   "If I'm bare ass, so are you!" She said pointing to my sweats.

   I pushed them down and stepped out of them, but I was still in panties.

   "That's NOT bare ass!" she protested as I gave up my drawers.

   I took our pants and was going to walk them into the living room when
she called out, "Leave mine in the bathroom and grab a couple towels to sit
on so we don't leave a snail trail on the chairs." By the time I got back
in the kitchen she was testing the angel hair pasta for doneness.

   "Sit your pootie down and I'll be serving in a second, but pour milk
first, gotta have milk with this." She said with a grin that showed her
anticipation.

   It was the first time I ate Spaghetti bare ass, with a wet pussy.  I was
afraid by the time we finished eating the urge to grind out a big orgasm
may have passed, but watching each other eat was somehow very sensuous.  It
was perpetuated by Merriam's question in the middle of dinner.

   "What do you suppose is the distinct pleasure you feel when you kiss
another woman?  I mean you are the only woman I've ever kissed that way,
but HOLY SHIT, you make me run like a faucet!  Is it the soft lips, knowing
what feels good, or just the female pheromones fighting each other?  We
kiss so wet and sloppy and if a guy was like that he would be between your
legs in a second, but I just want to kiss you forever."

   I let it hang in the air there for about 30 seconds and looked at her
sensually and said, in a loud shriek (for effect) "LEZZIE!"

   "Fuck you!" She howled, "I'll twist your nipples off when I get my hands
on them." Then she cackled wickedly.

   "Seriously," I continued, "Yes, it's the tenderness, the softness and
knowing what feels good.  Guys don't French as sensual as girls.  Chicks
can hold a breast in their hand and manipulate it while attached to your
mouth and it's like that breast is in her mouth.  If you kissed a breast
like that, you would have sore nipples.  I mean, guys like to be mean to
titties but it's different when they pinch your nipple, their trying to
make you wetter.  But chicks hold that titty and work their mouth in your
mouth and it's like they're nursing on you.  SHIT, I can't explain it."

   We finished eating trying to act patient, but I know both of our hineys
were squirming on the towels under us.  With me at least, it wasn't waiting
to get my hands on her, my pussy needed some attention, that kind only I
could give it.  I knew we weren't going to be stirring each other's soup,
that would be a little too lezzie, and I'm sure Merry would think it
cheating anyway, I just wanted to get off.

   As soon as the last bite was consumed I stood and opened the dishwasher
and Merry was rinsing the two pans and putting the leftovers in Tupperware.
As she finished I grabbed the towels we were sitting on and took them to
the living room and spread them on the sofa.  Merry rushed behind me saying
"I'm going to get Pinkie (her vibrator) for me, you don't mind?"

   "Merry," I called out just before she went into her room, "I would
rather you didn't, that really does seem a little too lezzie." (readers: I
don't use that term to be derogatory, it's just in the heat of the moment
to say "lesbian oriented" doesn't work) "It's not like we don't get enough
penis or prefer that to the real thing."

   "Well, Ok, I suppose you're right, but I wasn't going to use it on you."
She said, not really seeming hurt by my admonition.

   "It wasn't going to be out here and have me just watch you use it, it
was going to be shared.  I am a wringing wet female." I said in a low voice
admitting my wantonness in these situations.

   "Yes, I suppose, too lezzie then.  And maybe cheating too, Terry should
be the one using it on me." She said blushing.

   I was just sitting on the towel and my hand was already cupping my
vagina, I needed attention so bad.  To her comment I added, "He should be
putting that up your ass while he fucks you."

   She was just letting her fingers in her little quim when I said that and
she looked at me with shock and horror.  "Pinkie in my butt?  That would be
different, both holes."

   I was just getting into relieving myself and said while I groaned in
pleasure, "I know a long finger in my butt while getting fucked is quite
nice."

   I know she heard me but we both stayed quiet while we primed ourselves
for our own little diddling sessions.  We both began to breathe a little
heavier and I glanced up at her and her eyes met mine at the same time and
I leaned to kiss her.

   To say we kissed was an understatement, we began to devour each other's
mouths, lips, tongues, teeth, and swapping spit while our one free hand
touched each other's face, stroking cheeks, running fingers along
necklines, touching each other's ears.  Her hand left my face and it went
under my top and grabbed my boob.  She held it like a treasure, my areola
and nipple in the center of her palm while her fingers felt that
combination of softness and suppleness that is only a female breast.  It's
an inbred feeling from moments after we are born to seek the safety of our
mothers breast, the warmth, the tenderness, the nourishment and
contentment. It's the inbred fascination all men and women alike have for
breasts.  The one touching and the one experiencing the touch both enjoy
the feeling.  It's one of the great joys of foreplay or the perfect
enhancement to a good jill-off.  A woman who doesn't play with her own
breasts while she masturbates is missing half the fun.  I matched her
boob-play as well going under her top to get one of her huge titties.

   A moment later I felt her tremble and her mouth stopped working over
mine, our teeth even clicking as she came hard and caught her breath in my
mouth.  I stopped my mouth and let her finish as my own grew near, I just
needed one more pinch to my clit after my middle and index fingers came out
of my wet pussy.  I hunched a bit as I began my orgasm cycle, dropping my
head back on the back of the sofa as Merry recoiled from her cum and threw
off her top and sat back, hand to pussy and her face poised ready to
reattach to my lips.

   I rolled my eyes and let out a long clearing breath and sought her mouth
again while I began fingering myself and played with her freed boobies with
my other hand.  I think we played, kissed and felt each other for 2 more
orgasms before we fell back into the sofa exhausted.  I think we both dozed
for a few moments before I woke first and just drew a deep breath, the only
sign I gave showing I was aware.  She was awake, staring at the ceiling. 
When I drew that deep breath, showing I was awake, she spoke.  "I love you,
big sister Hillary.  We know each other so well.  Terry does me so good,
but when you and I trade vibes like that, it's something so different, the
connection, . .  ugh . . .  it's so confusing.  We'll probably do that a
couple more times in our lives, and it will always be that special.  Two
sisters sharing something so special. . . .  Is that weird?"

   I was frozen awake, about as catatonic as she with my eyes fixed on the
same spot on the ceiling she was focused, finally speaking myself.  "No,
it's beautiful and best of all; no one else could ever understand it unless
they experienced it too.  It's ours and ours alone."

   "If I could explain it to Terry, I would tell him, but .  . . . . . 
no." She whispered.

   After another 10 or so minutes we began to stir, each going to shower,
she in the bathroom, and I in my master bedroom stall.  When we came out,
fully dressed, we sat and watched television and saw an old movie coming on
TCM at 10.  We made popcorn, opened a bottle of wine and had a great night.
We had a hug and kiss at midnight after the movie and went each to our
bedrooms.  In the morning I smelled coffee as I dressed for work, but
Merriam was gone to work already when I came out for breakfast, leaving a
note under my coffee cup, reading, "Luv U Sis".

   Chapter 7

   I finished what little make-up I wear, adjusted my panty under my yoga
pants and put on my work smock to turn for the tri-mirror.  The clingy
pants made my legs look great, and although no one could see my ass and
crotch under the smock, I still felt sexy as hell knowing they left little
to the imagination.

   I had just put a yogurt into my bag for my break as I went to leave when
the phone rang.

   "Oh shit," I thought figuring it was Caleb announcing he would be here
to use my body to satisfy himself that night, but the exchange looked like
Tred's cell so I didn't hesitate to pick it up.

   T: Hello sweetness, I didn't wake you, did I?  You do have to work
today, right?
H: No, you didn't wake me, and YES, I have to work.  I was just leaving.
T: I'll be quick then; First off, I've been up all night moving my stuff
in from the POD that I shipped from Chicago.  I started last night and once
I got going, I just wanted to finish.  I got done around 5:30 this morning,
took a shower, made breakfast and now I'm going to go to bed.  I'm really
anxious to see you for a couple reasons.  Do you think we could get
together tonight as well as tomorrow?  Before you answer let me ask you
something else.  My girlfriend in Chicago was supposed to go with me to my
aunts wedding here next month.  She informed me yesterday she cashed in her
plane ticket and she's not going, and just as well to tell you the truth.
H: You want me to go with you?  Is that your point?
T: You know my Dad's sister is the Lieutenant Governor, right?
H: Yes, I remember.  She's getting married?
T: Yes, and it's to be a big deal at the Governor's mansion.  If we can
get together tonight I'll show you my new digs and then go to a Ballroom
Dancing Class at 7:00.  I'll take you to dinner afterwards.  My aunt is
paying for the dance lessons and taking us to the Snyder's Lake House
afterwards.  It will be Aunt Mary, her fiancé, my parents, my sister and
her husband and us.  She says we can have our own table since they don't
seat parties larger than six.
H: She expects us to learn ballroom dance's in ONE lesson?
T: No, this is just a primer, and we take 2 more lessons at our leisure
in the next 3 weeks before the wedding.  They're on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
H: Tred, I've been thinking a lot about you this week.
T: Me too.  I told you I didn't want to get involved, . . . .  and here
I am.  If I'm pushing all the wrong buttons and seem like I'm stalking you,
just say no and I'll go away.  I know you think I stalked you before,
calling over and over.
H: (I choked up a bit and cleared my throat, pausing) Tred, I was a
shallow bitch and very stupid to throw you away back then.  I know that
now. We should make a real try at us.  I'll go with you tonight, and
tomorrow too . .  and the wedding.  I may pack a bag for a few nights.
T: (I could hear him grin and sigh) Really, I thought I may have pushed
too hard, but I really like you and . . .
H: Tred, stop!  Just think about this if you think you're trying too
hard, . .  I can't wait to suck your cock.
T: (long pause) How am I supposed to get through the day now?  What time
can I pick you up?
H: I finish at 3:30 on Friday, get me at 4:30 that will give me a chance
to change, shower, and pack. . . .  and Tred, don't PLAN anything with US,
just let things happen.  If we happen, we'll happen.  We'll each know.  I
have to go now, see you later, and . .  keep your hands off yourself.  Save
some for later.  Bye
I hung up and looked up at the living room mirror, saying aloud to

myself, "I think I have a boyfriend!"

   It sounded good to me and all the drive to work I thought of the good
times Tred and I had in school.  We were stoned a lot, and that was
probably the reason I threw him away, impaired judgment.  Whether this
worked out or not, I was going to give it a try.  Just a week or so ago I
was going to give Caleb the benefit of the doubt, but the fact he never
called means he could care less about my feelings and only about his.  Yes,
I KNOW the sex was great, but getting treated like a woman who is
appreciated, and treated like something beyond a cum receptacle felt
awfully good last weekend.  If I thought for a moment Caleb could change, I
might think differently, but I don't think it's in the cards.  Besides, I
couldn't help but think he may have more than one "Hillary" in waiting. 
His excuse for leaving early that morning may have been to travel to meet
the next one.

   I spent the day walking on air knowing I would be with Tred that night.
The dance lessons sounded great, another chance for us to hold each other,
and then the dinner, where I would inevitably be introduced as his
girlfriend "from college".  But since we would be at our own table, unless
plans changed, and then home where he would be all mine for the night. 
Whatever he had planned for Saturday night was fine with me because I had
my own plans for him when we got home, when we got up and all day Sunday.
It would be a sex weekend like I hadn't had since, well maybe since
college, and also with Tred.

   I was sitting down to the lunch one of the other ladies brought in (we
took turns every Friday, the Dentist was not in Fridays, just bookkeeping
and teeth cleaning) when the receptionist told me I had a call.  I knew it
was going to be Caleb and I wanted this to be private, so I took the call
at the reception desk where I never took calls, since we were closed 12 to
12:40.  One thing about her phone, it showed the caller ID.  It was a 407
area code and the ID said MJ Presque.
He made small talk saying he was at the airport and had a flight at 2:30

and would be by later that night.

   "Wait Caleb, don't assume I didn't wait to hear from you all week about
your trip.  You left my condo with me hoping that you and I might find a
chance to carve a relationship.  I thought you would call me right away
when you heard something.  As far as I'm concerned, in this case nothing
was something.  I'm not home this weekend.  I'll be with my boyfriend.  "

   "I thought I was your boyfriend." He objected.

   "How many girlfriends do you have?  Whose phone is this you're calling
on?  Mary Janes, or something MJ Presque." I challenged him, and I heard
him gulp.

   Had I snagged him?  "Cal, I'm keeping this number and I'll call it later
to see whose phone it is.  I've come to the conclusion you've been using me
and it's going to stop unless you can prove otherwise."

   "Go ahead, it's a business phone." He said not quite convincingly.

   "I'm Googling MJ Presque, Orlando Florida right now." I said bluffing.

   He said nothing so I decided to end the call.

   "Cal, when I need you, I'll call YOU!  OK?" I said as I prepared to hang
up.

   "I know you, you'll need me.  I hope I'm available when you call." He
said and hung up.

   As soon as I hung up I wondered if he always called on our business
phone instead of my cell knowing I wouldn't see the caller ID.  I know he's
always worried about his precious "minutes" and borrowed my phone a lot.  I
woke up the reception computer and I DID Google MJ Presque Orlando Florida.

   It was a residence and it wasn't Mary Jane, it was, Maureen J.  I would
call the number later.

   I got back to my lunch, macaroni and cheese balls heated in the
sterilizer, and felt even better about my plans with Tred.

   At 3:30 I shot from the office and headed home to shower, change and
pack for a couple days.  I just got my top off and turned to my dresser
mirror and saw my breasts.  I thought of Caleb and how much Caleb obsessed
over my boobs.  I went to my purse and took the slip of paper with MJ
Presque's phone number.  I called it and a woman did answer.

   "Hello, is Caleb there?  He told me I might reach him at this number
last night, but I didn't get a chance to call him."

   "He gave YOU . . .  MY number?  Who is this?"

   "I might ask the same of you.  Let's just say he's with me every 7 to 10
days." I answered.

   "Don't call here again, and he better not either." She spat and hung up.

   I wasn't really sure what I found out, but I knew one thing, I was glad
I did as I finished undressing and put on a nice skirt, with a loose short
smock type top.  It just left a hint of skin.  A little sexy, but not as
overtly sexy as the yoga pants I would have preferred.  Meeting his family,
I didn't want those feature hugging pants showing my crotch off.  ( I never
wore panties with those pants, just like I rarely did with a skirt.

   Packing my overnight bag with the thought I had been used and played for
so long began to sting and upset me, but when the buzzer blared and I knew
Tred was there for me, I brightened.

   He probably wondered what was going through my head when I literally
jumped in his arms when I opened the door.  One thing was for sure, any
pangs of regret about Cal were swept out of my head as I held Tred tightly
at my threshold.

   "Jeepers Hilly, let me get inside the door!" He whispered as I moved
aside to let him enter and close the door.

   I pinned him to the back of the door, pasting my mouth to his again,
only relinquishing his lips to ask.  "Do we have time for a quickie right
here?"

   "We'll have to rush too much, and you know I like to savor you, make
love instead of make fuck." He protested.

   "I know, I know!  I'm sorry, it's going to be a blowjob anyway and it
can wait until we get to your place.  I put off putting on a little make-up
because it would ruin it, and knowing you, my hair too." I said as he
smiled at the promise grabbing himself to quell a penis pang.

   "Come on, give me your bag and we'll go.  We have lots of time for
loving later." I thought about my long sex weekend ahead and asked him to
wait one second as I rushed to my bedroom bathroom.  I had a tube of
Bodiglide, a silicone based lube I might need.  I'm allergic to glycerin
based lubes and one might never know where that lube might end up this
weekend, (heh heh).

   We gabbed like an old married couple on the way to his new apartment
while I tried to remember the way as he drove.  We mostly rehashed some old
times until it occurred to me that if I were to go to this fancy wedding,
what would I wear?

   "Tred?  How formal is this wedding to be?  You aren't in the wedding
party or anything, are you?" I blurted out, suddenly struck.

   "No, no, we'll just be regular guests and I'm not wearing a tux or
tails. You won't need a gown or anything, if you want to get a new dress, I
can help you out." He assured me.

   I told him I thought I had something new I could wear as my mind was
eased.

   Tred's new apartment was almost as big as my condo and I was surprised
at how neat he was, since I just knew his housekeeping from his dorm room,
and that was not so nice.  We had nearly 2 hours until we had to go to the
dance class and once I got the grand tour we stood making small talk
looking out his picture window that looked over a long wooded vista of a
scenic creek, ruined only by the interstate running through it.  He was
explaining to me how he had been offered a permanent position Thursday
afternoon on a recommendation GE had received from his last job.  His
supervisor knew someone who knew someone . . .ahhh, networking.  I could
tell a weight had been lifted from him.  After all the small talk and his
almost emotional telling of getting the position he sought I thought it was
time for him to celebrate and let off a little steam, or whatever else I
could drag up.  I turned and took hold of his belt right at the buckle.

   "Tred, I've been thinking about you all day, and since we have time,
come with me to your sofa." I said as I pulled him by his belt to sit on
the love seat and I sat on my legs beside him.

   We sat and we kissed while my hands sought the undoing of his belt.

   "Let's go lay together in the bedroom." He groaned through my kisses.

   "No Tred, this is for you AND for me.  I've thought about being with you
all day and if I can be sexy to you with my mouth it'll make us both happy.
I know you'll take good care of me later, but let me take care of YOU now
and show you how much I missed you this week and how proud of you getting
your own place and landing a job so close to me."

   We continued to neck while my hand dealt with his belt and buckle. 
Several times he tried to help me, or fondle one of my breasts, only to
have my hand slap his away as I told him, "This is for you, I'll get my own
enjoyment pleasing you, relax."

   I finally got his pants open and I guess I sort of forgot how long his
gorgeous dick is.  Or maybe it was just the current presentation in full
light, his butt slid out from the back of the sofa, but I remarked
incredulously, "Oh my God, Tred, how do you hide this all day?"

   He sighed and groaned as I stroked him "It's only a problem when I'm
around you.  You make it all 9 inches and throb."

   "You ARE shitting me, NINE inches!  You measured it?" I asked as I
stroked it and thanked God it wasn't as fat as most of the other 9 cocks
I've had inside me.  ( Lordy, my older friend Charlies tallywacker is
bigger around than my wrist, . . .  we measured!)

   "I didn't measure it, but my girl in Chicago did, she took a picture of
it next to a ruler to win a bet with her friends." He said as he squirmed
uncomfortably as I played.

   "Hmmm, that's a little rude.  I'll keep this secret to myself." I said
as I readjusted my legs a bit to move my head over him (I guess he forgot
the drunken night I measured him too).

   His cock was throbbing in my hand and I heard him draw an anxious breath
waiting for my warm mouth to relieve him.  I paused a second, teasing, to
ask, "Ready?"

   He started to say PLEASE, but as my mouth soothed the ache he felt.  it
turned the word into something intelligible.

   He continued to groan and sigh as I sucked and made him feel relief.  He
tasted so good and the way he lurched in my mouth made me know how much he
enjoyed it.  Feeling the smooth velvety head run over my tongue and even go
past the back of my throat was so exciting.  (a fatter cock would choke me
for sure, but he could get past my gag reflex)

   I began to get into a rhythm up and down on him, going deep every 5 or 6
pushes made it easy to swallow on the upstroke and that kept it all neat
without a big wet spot on his pants or undershorts.  His cumming wasn't
going to be a problem, I wasn't losing any of that.

   Although so many things could happen with all the twists and turns in
peoples' lives, at that moment, his cock in my mouth, his groans of
pleasure, my enjoyment of making him happy, the warm creamy feeling between
my legs, and the gentle loving preening of his hand on my hair and head, I
could picture spending the rest of my life falling in love, being in love,
with Tred.  As if to put an exclamation point on that thought, he shot hard
and long into my mouth.  It was wet, watery blasts in the back of my throat
until I came up a bit and he oozed sweet and pungent cream over my tongue
that I tasted, savored and swallowed.  The groaning , bodily quakes, and
sudden limp nature of his body (except that part in my mouth) told me he
may have had many of the same feelings as me as he gave in to the relieving
pleasure we had just given and received from each other.

   I urged the last drops and trailings from his love sack as his erection
waned a bit in my mouth before I straightened up and gave up his beautiful
penis.  He pulled my face to his to furiously neck and throw his tongue
into my mouth and pull me on top of him.  He was a man unafraid to taste
his own cum from my mouth as we connected there to show his passion for me.
He only came up for air to whisper, "How did I exist these last few years
without you?  I'm not afraid to tell you I may have never stopped loving
you in one way or another.  I've never felt so wanted."

   His words sent a charge through my body because I knew the feeling.  I
had it when I first saw him again last week, when he held me on the dance
floor, when he walked me back to our table with his arm around me, and when
he went down on me in my bed.  Even when he told me he didn't want to start
up again and I said to myself, "that he was suggesting just what I was
looking for, a little guiltless sex with a fresh partner where I could walk
away at my leisure." I knew I was fooling, or trying to fool, myself, he
really lit a fuse.

   Now, I don't want you to think I'm so shallow, or dense, that I would
run right off and marry Tred or move in, buy furniture, diamonds or a house
together.  We both knew there was a long period of getting to REALLY know
each other.  We may have had our fingers and tongues in every hole
imaginable, not to mention a possibility of the big nasty, but we still
didn't KNOW each other like a committed couple should.  I KNOW THAT!.  But
I was willing to go through the process with him.  Finding out about
habits, finances, how we might treat each other in times of sickness,
sorrow, or just blue times.  But for now, I was one happy, satisfied, woman
who looked forward to later on this same evening to having an incredible
bed time with this man who, at this point so far, adored me beyond belief.
I was on his bus and ready to go at least a few stops until we decided to
make the ride a long one.

   After we freshened up we were off to the dance studio and although the
thought of going through awkward introductions to family made my stomach do
flips, his holding me and touching me affectionately during such smoothed
out any such bouts.

   As much as the thought of taking dance lessons was always abhorrent to
me under any circumstance, with Tred holding me and us learning together,
enjoying our initial clumsiness with our self deprecating laughter, it
became a serious challenge and we seemed to be catching on fast.  When the
instructor would show us a move to the group, they would chose one of the 4
couples to come and try it with the instructors shadowing them, and then we
would all get up and do the move over and over while the instructional
couple would go to each couple and shadow them, while the others either got
it or struggled, until they got it right, either on their own or with
shadowing help.

   At one point the instructors called Tred and I "naturals" and just
needed repetition to get by, but said if we attended the 2 finishing
classes we would be ready to be the stars of the wedding.  We laughed,
blushed and hugged at their words, and then continued to dance to the music
while the other 3 couples worked on the steps.  The instructors stood back
and watched all of us at one point and when they turned to us they both
smiled and the woman, Cheryl (I think was her name), simply repositioned
Tred's hands and said we looked great and asked how long we had been
married or at least together.

   That was the first time I stepped on Tred's foot, she caught me so off
guard.  Tred laughed and said, "I just asked her to the wedding today and
we haven't seen each other in years."

   "Well, whether you know it or not, you two have something special
together." She said.  It made me proud and happy about all of the
suppositions I had made in my head about us earlier seem somehow quantified
by the aura we had put out.  I think that was the moment I thought that
Tred and I could really become a "we" worth working on.

   On the way to the restaurant we talked and laughed on how much fun the
ballroom dancing was and thought that after the 2 extra lessons we could
kill at the wedding and wondered if there were any clubs where you could go
out and ballroom dance like that.  We had such a great time!

   At the dinner we did have a separate table, although right next to the
table of 6, but eventually we really had our own little party.  Discreetly
I ate a breadstick quite erotically while my foot was on his crotch.  He
told me he was going to blow if I didn't stop.  I just looked at him and
mouthed the word "blow" back to him as I took my foot away.  We laughed and
teased all through the dinner looking forward to spending the night at his
new apartment.

   We were invited to go back to his parent's home for coffee and after
dinner drinks, but Tred told them that I had an appointment in the morning
and should get home.  They probably didn't believe him, but we really
didn't care.  We just wanted to get alone.

   The ride back to Tred's apartment was one that reminded me of a Prom
night promise or something.  It was where you knew that you were getting
laid that night and there would be discussion about that part of it, you
just didn't know what little dance you each had to do to make it happen.  I
was hoping Tred would just take the reins and lead me.  He had gotten that
way in our last run at a relationship, but last Saturday into Sunday he
just let me set the pace he was tentative to be sure he did things to
please me.  This night, I just wanted to be taken.  After my tease of him
with the blowjob, the togetherness and cooperation of the dance lesson, the
light play at dinner, I was ready to be roundly made love to and experience
an orgasmy high where you're lost in the pleasure.

   As soon as we walked in the door he asked me if I needed the bathroom, a
drink or anything, and I told him I didn't.  He proceeded to pick me up and
carry me to his bedroom.  I wrapped my arms around his head and kissed him
as we moved through the living area while he whispered, "Come, we'll lay
together and make love."

   I knew tonight there would be a while when he would treat me like fine
porcelain and that would morph into whatever mood or route to our ultimate
fulfillment ended, be it gentle or rough.  I just knew I looked forward to
our oral session and I knew that would have his fingers probing both of my
nether holes which was why I brought my hypoallergenic Bodiglide lube.  I
was a day or two away from my period and I was usually a bit dry just
before, and lube was more comfortable "back there" than his saliva or my
own overflow which would not be as evident for the reason I just explained.
(It isn't like I had been looking forward to my night with him, Oh no, no,
no!)

   He lay me on his bed and quickly covered me with his body and attached
his mouth to mine.  My skirt was worked up almost to my hips and I could
feel his erection pressing on me.  While he necked and squirmed on me I
felt his hand go between us and I wondered if he were trying to get his
fingers in me when suddenly his dick slid right up into me.

   "Ohhh Tred, your fucking aim was perfect." I swooned asking , "Don't you
want to strip me first?"

   "This is just to show you how crazy you've got me.  We'll strip and
shower in a minute or two.  I just HAD to get inside you." He growled in my
ear as I felt his long cock pressing hard where no others usually reached.

   He rutted on me in short strokes as he growled in my ear how he was
going to eat me and stroke out a hundred "big ones" for me.  Then, just
before he pulled out of me, he straightened his elbows and looked down at
me, kissed me hard and then nipped at my ear.  It was pure passion as he
left me with my skirt hiked up on the bed.  He reached for my hands and I
stood as his arms enveloped me and he held the cheeks of my ass whispering,
"Go shower and I'll meet you in the sheets in a few minutes."

   I stripped right there and went into his bathroom that had one large
shower stall, big enough for 4 easily and a large square shower head that
was in the middle and when turned on, it was like rainfall, pouring
straight down.  I put on a hotel shower cap he must have been saving for
such an occasion and quickly washed my body.  When I turned the water off
Tred appeared in the bathroom door, stripped down saying, "I'll meet you in
bed in a couple.  Umm, do you know that you're beautiful?"

   I wrapped my towel around me and blushed, but I have to tell you, I was
ready right there.  If he was more than a couple minutes, I was going to
have to use my hands and start without him.

   I finished drying got into the bed and grabbed the Bodiglide and, using
my fingers, I put some inside me and turned on my side to put a finger-full
in my bottom hole.  Once on my back I pressed my hands down my front and
down the insides on my crotch to both sides on my vulva and stroked just
outside of the puffy part on my pussy pressing the sides together,
exaggerating the lips and my clit.  I would have licked myself if I were
able to get at me, not that I yearned for a woman, I just knew what would
feel good.  I heard the water turn off and I stifled the urge to play and
waited for him, I knew he would be fast.  In order to keep my hands out of
my box, I used them on my breasts and that was what Tred saw when he came
from the shower; me massaging circles on my breasts and pinching up around
the areola to the swollen buds to ease their want.

   Tred smiled and came swiftly to me, going on hands and knees over me,
lowering his face to me, kissing me deeply and then rising and looking at
me with a smile that just oozed affection.  He lowered her face again and
spent a few moments on each nipple bud, easing the swollen hurt and then
sucking it erect and needy again.  He backed off me and the bed, going to
the foot and pulling me by my feet until just my bottom was on the edge as
my legs rose up.  As he sat beside me and bent to put his mouth on my pussy
he pushed my legs back as I took them and hugged them down to my torso.  My
whole crotch was spread wide and open for his mouth and free hand.

   This was a position he had frequently used with me in the past, and was
even where we were when we started talking about my "ass cherry" the
previous Saturday night.

   No man (or woman for that matter) had ever eaten me as completely, as
satisfyingly, as Tred.  It was always a case of losing track of my senses,
if I wanted to count climaxes, and just when you didn't think you could
wring one more from yourself, his tongue and fingers would begin to build
another.  He gets you from the side so his tongue can slip into you
long-ways, and he starts with a finger in the bottom of my vagina, but once
he works a froth, it ends up in my asshole and if you don't think all of
the nerve endings down there aren't tuned to the same tune, you are
mistaken.  When he discovered I had used a little of my lube down there, he
graduated to two fingers, which did not always happen.  I especially liked
just his middle finger getting real slippery and fucking it rapidly, and
then he would feel my beginning to cum again and the middle finger would
pop out replaced by his fat thumb, and he would hold that there until I
began to breath normal again.

   I suppose his tongue or wrist got tired after 10 minutes or so and he
would give it up, my legs still locked in my arms, and he would stand and
turn and push his cock into me as I let my legs down to his shoulders.  I
loved how deep he got me this way, but it was when he flipped me and we
doggied where I thought I could almost feel him at the back of my throat.
On this night I was either especially exhausted or flexible, but my arms
were out flat, my breasts pressed right into the bed, but my ass especially
high with my knees tucked tight.  I knew I was up high because when he
tried to double penetrate me with his middle finger, his hand wasn't
trapped between our bodies.  He was drilling straight down.  I'm not a fan
of this double push (hard to concentrate on both at once)and usually pull
his hand away after a short bit so I can concentrate on my big climax from
his pounding me.

   I felt him pull from me, while his middle finger kept plugging and then
for a second his finger left me and I was going to roll to my back for him
when I felt something, NOT HIS FINGER, push at my tight little ring and
slide into me.  I yelped in surprise, not pain, as I felt something wider
and longer than his finger, obviously his cock!  I was going to shout his
name and have him stop, but it was not as uncomfortable as any previous
tries that I quickly aborted in the past with others.  The fact I bolted up
made him stop and I felt his hands grip both sides of my ass firmly.

   "Are you OK?" He asked as startled as me.

   "Yes, I think so, you just surprised me." I said as I felt him
withdrawing.

   "No, wait Tred, just don't move." I asked him in a furtive tone.

   "I'm sorry, I thought you wanted it, you put lube there for me." He
apologized.

   "Shhh, say nothing.  Let me process this." I said as I reached back to
block him from thrusting.

   He was only just past the head deep in me, and it began feeling very
pleasant, the initial burn having faded.

   "That lube was for your fingers, but this is quite different." I said,
my mind reeling, but I made a decision.

   "Push it all the way in, SLOWLY, and stay." I commanded him as I moved
my hand to form a V with my fingers by my little hole feeling him slide in.

   Each little bit he went into me burned, but also gave me a satisfying
full feeling.  It was not unlike the first time I had something all the way
inside my vagina.

   Tred started rubbing the top of my cheeks and lower back asking me if I
were OK.

   "Just give me a second Tred, I'm not mad, just a little startled, and
surprised.  It actually feels pleasantly different." I told him as I
assumed my former lower position with my ass raised,as if being offered,
but that was not my intention.

   My mind still reeled around a bit, but the burn eased and Tred was being
so cute and caring and I understood how he thought I had prepared for this,
with the lube and all.  He hadn't been with me for a long time and didn't
know my latest wants and needs, although I thought I made it clear the
previous time we were together that anal wasn't something I did.

   "Tred, I know you said I asked you for it when we did it before and I
was drunk, and maybe you think I was prepared this time but that wasn't the
case, but I will say I see how I might have enjoyed it before."

   "OH GOD, Hill, we can STOP right now if I'm out of line.  It's not like
you weren't satisfying me before." He said almost breathlessly worried I
wanted it to end.

   "No Tred, I just ask you to let me ask for it.  I will do anything to
make you happy, you know that.  Now, try to stroke in me, make love to me,
don't rail me, . . . . .  be careful and let me feel you make love to me
this way.  Just stop when I tell you." I told him, worried it might be
unpleasant, but I did remember Merry saying it was "exhilarating".

   Tred began to move within me and there was no more burn, actually a good
feeling of being full, and then not, much like vaginal sex, but just a bit
mysterious.  He pumped slowly on me for a couple minutes as I got more
accustomed to his size and he began to hit some of the sensual nerve
endings on the other side of that wall.  Then he began to speed up a bit
and I began to get scared.  I read about stimulation in the bowels and how
sex can make things happen, why it's good to prepare.  I wanted to enjoy
this after all of the fear and angst I had for it before, but now fear of
how it might affect me physically bothered me.

   "Tred, we'll have to stop, please."

   "Oh God, I'm sorry if I hurt you!" Tred whined as he pulled from me and
fell forward beside me, kissing me and apologizing.

   "Stop Tred, you didn't hurt me, and I liked it!  It was pleasant and I
can see how it could be quite erotic.  Let's just talk about it beforehand
next time and we'll have some fun.  I'm sorry if I made it too much like a
science experiment."

   "If you liked it and I didn't hurt you, why did we stop?" He asked in
protest.

   "Tred, I didn't have time to think about it." I whined back but he was
ready to answer for my excuse for the interruption.

   "Lovemaking should be spontaneous, like YOU'VE always preached.  The
night we did it back at school, you were absolutely an animal and you came
like I can't even describe.  Of course I love the feeling, but the fact
it's different, how you reacted to it, and the spontaneity of it, made me
think you really wanted it to happen tonight.  I wasn't trying to
manipulate you at all."

   "Tred, you have to stop doubting me, stop thinking I'm looking for a way
out of our relationship, or want a reason to dump you.  I think I loved you
then and after just a few hours with you again, I'm not wanting another
chance to lose you.  I'm feeling the same things.  We're in this together,
just believe in us.  God, you can fuck me in my ear if it would make you
happy and prove anything to you.  Just remember "we" and "us", . . . .  we
are together.  I wasn't going to tell you, but I had a "sort of" boyfriend
in Caleb.  It was he who saw me whenever he came to town who was trying to
free himself up a bit to be with me more.  But after spending one night
with you and then wanting you all week, I set him free, dumped him, for
you. Tred, I'm a sexual woman, who's not afraid to seek pleasure when I'm
not in a committed relationship, but when I want to love someone who wants
to devote himself to me, the feeling is so great, and . . . .  I love
loving you.  When I let you go before, it was my fault.  I was a shallow
bitch and you repeatedly calling me had nothing to do with my not getting
back with you.  I was wrong, and if we stayed together I would be a happier
woman, a happier person right now.  Now all my cards are out there.  Now go
wash up your magnificent cock and let me finish you." I fully confessed.

   All our talk and debate had certainly taken the steel out of Treds
erection and I hoped his washing it would get him started up, if not, I'm
sure my talented mouth could work quite well.

   When he came back into the room I got up, and the movement told me I had
a sore little pooper, but I didn't dare let Tred know.  With more lube I'm
sure there would be a no problem; it felt more raw friction discomfort than
anything.  I had him get on the bed and I knelt between his legs.  I looked
him square in the eyes and told him, "Next time you're in a pharmacy get
more of this lube, it's hypoallergenic, and buy a bottled enema, a couple.
So, when the opportunity strikes we might try it again, OK?"

   My words put some steel back in his cock right away as he smiled and
quietly nodded OK.

   "In the meantime we can make love any other way you want, as often as
you want, as often as I want.  Remember the "honeymoon" time we had back at
school?  Well, we should do that again.  We can get to know each other
again, take care of each other.  I want to commit myself to you if you want
to go to that level."

   "I do," he whispered as he grabbed his cock, not hard enough to begin to
ache.

   I smiled at his words and said, "Save the "I do's" we have a long way to
go for that." I said with a grin that he mirrored.

   His big grin shrunk to an eye roll and a gasp as my mouth went around
the head of his cock.

   I barely had a chance to really get into sucking him before I felt a
couple watery spurts hit the back of my throat.  I pushed my head down to
avoid choking on the splashes and swallow before his warm gooey cum filled
my mouth.  I kept sucking and playing until he began to push my mouth away.
I sat back and looked at him writhe and enjoy the orgasm I gave him.  I
hoped he felt as good as he made me, and it sure looked it.  I swished and
swallowed away as much saliva as I could muster before pasting my mouth to
his and we fell asleep together.  I didn't wake up until I felt him get up
to pee, it was around 4:00 a.m.  according to the time projected on the
ceiling from his clock radio.  I was cold, we were uncovered.  When he came
back he pulled the sheet and blanket up over us.  He spooned me and I felt
him rest between my ass cheeks, but we both fell asleep before anything
happened.

   I'm not sure I ever slept so restful and contented as that night.  I let
all my stress go and I felt a relief that was hard to describe.  I think
every woman has the thought, the fantasy, in the back of their mind, of
being married, cared for, and content, with a man they truly love and feel
the love back.  Sometimes it's a fantasy grown from watching your parents,
sometimes from a book you've read, or story you saw on TV or in a movie. 
My view of that whole scene was particularly jaded from scenarios I had
witnessed in my own life, from the way I dumped Tred for the chance to be
the girl at the party proudly sucking the cock of the campus jock when the
lights came on, to the way I saw Merry being used and abused (whether she
knew it or not) by Artie.  Now suddenly I felt like the Carol on the Brady
Bunch, Laura Petrie or June Cleaver, or some other idyllic devoted wife
character.  I wasn't so naive as to think it couldn't blow up in my face
tomorrow, but I was assured that if Tred and I worked at it, both doing our
due diligence inventories of life, we might have something here to make
this feeling last forever.

   I woke in a pensive mood of wonderment over the situation, over how I
once valued my future, my morals, my life.  Everyone, male or female,
becomes obsessed with their sexual beings from a young age, and that is
only natural and healthy to question.  It comes from the need for pleasure,
the need to feel needed or loved, the urge to continue the species.  Once I
knew what was going on sexually I remembered thinking to myself, 1.I would
NEVER gratify myself with my own fingers, it seemed like a sick thing to
do. 2.  Putting your tongue in a man's mouth, and he doing that back, . . .
yechhh, would NOT happen.  3.Looking at and touching a man's ugly, hairy
body, the thought made me cringe.  4.I knew you might have to endure him
putting that ugly penis actually inside of me to make a baby, but for
pleasure?  5.Then you heard about girls who played with their boyfriends
while discovering the difference between man and woman.  WHY?  Girls were
smooth skinned, and had a flower of sort between their legs with a gentle
soft mane of hair around it.  Boys had this ugly wiener that hung above a
sack with balls in it.  6.When I heard of girls putting their mouths on
men's penis, I knew they would burn in hell.  But little by little you
learned of life and all of these things became real and molded your sexual
needs and wants.  7.Then came the things only BAD girls did, sixty-nine,
finishing oral sex in your mouth, and the worst, anal sex.

   Now, I had done all of that and more and I was a happy, contented,
sexually strong, woman.  I hadn't burst into flames, my man hadn't looked
at me scornfully, but lovingly and respectfully.

   "Penny for your thoughts, my Hilly." Tred whispered jolting me from my
introspective reverie.

   "Just thinking.  Thinking about being happy and content."

   "ARE YOU happy and content?"

   "Yes, right now." I answered still looking off to a spot on the ceiling

   "That's a good place to be.  How long have you felt that way?" He
wondered.

   "Since last weekend." I told him shifting my eyes to his.  "Just
spending time with you, talking, laughing, making love, . . . .  made me
see what an idiot I was, a shallow idiot, to let you get away back at
school.  When you held me on the dance floor the other night I felt like I
fit just perfectly next to you.  I know you might feel rushed, pressured a
bit by my words.  But I'm just being honest.  I'm looking for no commitment
from you, just . . ."

   "Stop!  I feel much the same way.  When I saw you my heart jumped like I
didn't think it could, but I knew I was in no position to have a
girlfriend, especially one I knew would be so hard to keep since she let me
go before.  (his voice began to crack and he was near an emotional event)
When you said yes to my offer to dance and I knew I was going to hold you I
thought about how I was going to go home and fantasize all night about you.
You smelled so nice, felt too perfect in my arms.  I should have fought for
you before, but I didn't want to seem the stalker."

   "Stop talking and come here." I whispered.

   He rolled onto me and his erection found my wetness.  We made love eye
to eye, long and slow.

   Chapter 8

   The more I thought about when I dumped Tred the more I wanted to beat
myself up.  I only hoped that we could still grow the way we should have of
then.  I hoped that the years away didn't screw up the karma.  I knew I
would be one to fight for a relationship and not wimp out after a fight or
disagreement.  If I got a bad steak at a restaurant would I stop eating
steak?

   We had fallen asleep after making love and once again I was in a trance,
just replaying my life and the bad decisions I may have made when Tred
nudged me.

   "Come on lover, let's get up and find something to do together." He said
sitting up and looking for something to wear.

   "Brunch sounds good." I suggested.

   "It's 1 o'clock, it'll be lunch now."

   "If we go to a Diner, they serve breakfast all day long.  Let's go to
that Greek one on route 5, they have a Monte Cristo made on French toast. I
could destroy that right now." I told him rubbing my belly as I got up and
found my overnight bag.

   I took the bag and headed for his shower.

   "I'll shower and be quick, I think my hair's OK.  I'll wash it before we
go out tonight."

   "OK, I'll use the guest room shower.  If we shower together . . . . . 
well, you know." He chuckled.

   In a half hour we were seated in the Diner and the waitress was bringing
us water.

   "Coffee black, a Monte Cristo, and keep the pot close by." I said to
her.

   She looked at Tred and said, "The woman knows what she wants and I hope
she picked you the same way."

   Tred just smiled at her and said, "I'll have the same."

   We just made eyes at each other while waiting and played a little
footsie.  I was about to run my toes up his leg when my phone rang.  I saw
it was Merriam.

   "Don't get that." He said.

   "Have to, it's my sister."

   "Hello Merry."

   "Hello, how are the love birds?  Have you found something to do
tonight?" She said almost breathlessly.

   "Ummmmm, maybe.  What do you have in mind?" I asked.

   "Terry and I are going up the Hudson to Saugerties, we have a car rental
waiting for us to drive to Woodstock, it's not too far, 10 miles, and we'll
see John Sebastian.  He plays at The Barn in Woodstock tonight; there are a
couple other acts too.  I think it's the Levon Helm studio." Merry said.

   "Let me talk to Tred and get back to you.  Give me 15 minutes.  When
would we have to leave?"

   "Right around 5, the show starts at 7:00, we should be home by 10.  The
river is very sexy at night." She said letting her voice lilt up.

   "Wouldn't you two want to be alone then?" I asked.

   "Terry has to pilot the boat and I help with night time navigation so
we'll be up in the nest, but you two can do the hot tub, cuddle on the aft
deck, or you can be up in the nest with us.  We can drink and have a party
after we get back.  Boating and drinking is the same as driving and
drinking, but after we dock we can party on the boat and if you like,
there's a whole separate bedroom and you can stay.  In the morning we can
boat up to The Marina for breakfast.  It will be fun." Merry said hoping
she could convince me.

   "OK, I'll talk to Tred and call you back.  No promises, we don't have
plans, but we sort of do." I said hanging up.

   I went over everything with Tred and left it to him.  I told him I would
be happy just laying with him all night, and I would be happy going with
Merry and Terry.  I explained how close Merriam and I were and talked up
Terry a bit as well.  Tred was thinking it over and asked a few questions
about Terry and his boat situation.

   Then he shrugged and smiled at me.  "If you gave me the list of ten
you've been with, . . .  this Terry would be on the list, huh?"

   "Why do you say that?" I asked.

   "To see if you're honest with me."

   "Have I given you reason to doubt me?" I asked scrambling, but not
worried because I didn't see what the big deal was.

   "Not until now.  Answer yes or no." He said with a little grin.

   "You're being mean, but I have no reason to hide anything.  Yes, he is.
What made you think that?" I asked, a bit peeved.

   "You're pretty face softened when you told me about him and you didn't
make eye contact with me.  Please don't think I'm being mean, I could just
see it.  I know you that well.  I just didn't want to think you would lie
to me." He said, really being sincere, and I guess being NOT mean at all.

   "I didn't lie, and I think he's very special, even more so now that he
and Merriam are in love, and so happy.  They are as beautiful a couple as
we are."

   "This Merriam is special to you, huh?"

   "Yes, my closest friend and confidant." I told him eyeball to eyeball so
he wouldn't ask THAT same question, because I think I would lie at this
stage of our relationship.

   "You call her your sister.  Is it that she is an independent woman, like
you, who thinks for herself, joined with fists in the air to show your
solidarity with each other?, . . .  or is she such a close friend that you
consider her to be of the same blood?" He asked as I once again feared he
might ask if we ever canoodled or more together.

   "We could be of the same blood, flesh, and mind.  Hurt her, hurt me,
hurt her.  Like that.  We've shared so much of our joys and sorrows, led
each other through trials and tribulations, shared so many meals, thoughts,
sickness, and thousands of laughs and smiles."

   "That's so sweet, to have a kindred soul you can share with.  You've
probably told her all about me, haven't you?"

   I smiled and blushed, saying, "Pretty much.  She and I have no secrets."

   "In that case, I would love to meet her and her friend.  He must be
special too.  You've both had relationships with him and no one is wary or
jealous of the other."

   "I'm pretty perceptive of some things and I suspect your sexual
relationship with him was different than your friendship, it was fleeting."

   I blushed hard and told him, "No more questions about him.  We were
simply conquests to each other.  He has become a good friend.  Sex has
nothing to do with us.  We've spent dozens of days together where sex was
not involved or even spoken of.  Now, I'm getting uncomfortable, so . . ."

   "I'm sorry.  First off, whatever happened is none of my business;
secondly, if we weren't lovers, I would still want to be your friend as
well." He said sweetly.

   "Someday I'll explain the whole thing to you, OK?" I offered and he
kissed my hand to seal the deal.

   I called Merry back and made our arrangements to meet them.  We finished
breakfast without speaking and I felt there was something I had to clear up
with him.  I reached across the table and took both of his hands.

   "Tred, he was a known lothario, Cal and I happened to be on a double
date and he was with my friend.  We got chummy then and he called me a
month later and asked me to spend a ski weekend with him.  We spent many
other times together over the past couple years and NOTHING else ever
happened." I said lying, until it instantly ate me up.

   "Well, one other time horniness took charge and we did it without as
much as undressing or kissing.  He was dead set on not becoming
romantically involved with ANY woman.  He's very handsome and women pursue
him, but he's a one and done guy.  Some people may consider him a piece of
shit, but he's honest and upfront about it.  I set him up with Merriam and
he became smitten with her and when she broke off her relationship, which
he would not interfere with, he asked about her.  He didn't like being
stalked or chased; he was just a party boy.  I think he was hurt early on
and became wary, and he also traveled around a lot with his job and didn't
want to feel guilty screwing around on the road, nor did he want anyone
back home to expect anything of him.  He's now a changed man with Merriam,
he doesn't travel much anymore.  He lives on his grandfathers' yacht for 6
months a year and then with his Mom but I think he and Merriam are going to
move in together at my place.  That's full disclosure and I know you've
been trying to stop me, but I'll feel much better with you just knowing the
full truth and story.  I have not ever been after him, or wish I was with
him, he is just a good friend who I can trust and talk with, laugh with,
and we have no expectations with each other.  YOU have nothing to worry
about.  Merriam knows the whole story and there are no secrets.  I think I
love you Tred and I don't want you to have any second thoughts about me."

   Tred was all puffed up during my "confession" wanting to try and stop
me, assumingly to tell me it was none of his business, but he did listen to
the whole thing.  As I finished he just let out a big cleansing breath, or
sigh and said, "I think I love you too and know that neither one of us
should think or say that after such a short time."

   "Tred, we're sort of like riding a bike.  We know each other and it's
not like we've only spent 6 or 7 days together.  We probably have a year or
more invested as lovers.  I know lots about you and you are no stranger. 
Without "trying", let's make something out of us.  If it doesn't work, it
doesn't work.  If we're trying to push a square peg in a round hole, I
think it will be apparent." I proposed, laying out my heart on my sleeve.

   "You're always so smart Hilly.  Let's finish eating and go back to my
place and figure out the day." He said with a wink that I knew was saying
he wanted me.

   We spent the rest of the afternoon with our faces in each other's junk
until it came time to shower and get ready.  I resisted him getting inside
of me, hoping to save something for later.  I was sure the dark ride on the
river that evening was going to make us both horny for each other.

   When we got to the yacht Merriam was just letting the stairs down to let
someone enter.  We were a few minutes early and Merry definitely had that
just fucked look on her face.  When I went to kiss her she turned her head
to air kiss and the smell of semen was obvious.  I just winked at her and
she flushed red before shaking hands with Tred.  We followed her up to "the
nest" where Terry was getting everything in order to set out on our trip.
He and Tred shook hands and then Tred helped him with a few things and
showed Tred the guest quarters, should they decide to stay overnight. 
While they were gone Merry came back from going to the rest room and looked
at me guiltily.

   "Yes, Merriam," I said, pointing a finger, "You little horn ball, I KNEW
you just got fucked and probably ended up with a mouthful of cum." I said
boldly.

   "Busted for sure.  We dozed off making out, woke and continued not
knowing it was so close to 5." She admitted while embarrassed, adding, "I
just finished my period and we both pretty randy."

   "I thought you kept him happy with the butt nasty."

   "I felt lousy altogether this month.  You know how it is.  We're past
that "honeymoon" stage where it has to be every day.  You know!"

   "Tred and I are just doing the honeymoon stage and I hope it lasts a
long, long time." I wished.

   "We were 9 or 10 months of almost every day.  It's not that we're bored,
we just have other things to do together as we grow together." She said
with a contented smile.

   "I'm sure we'll hit that sooner than that, we really know a lot about
each other already.  But, I'm always ready." I said with a horny grin.

   We giggled and cajoled while Tred helped Terry prepare the vessel and we
heard them coming back up to the nest.

   Terry kissed Merry and gave me a hug saying, "You guys ready to shove?
I've weighed the anchor and showed Tred how to pull the dock chucks once we
pull out."

   We nodded and Terry asked, "Do you want to sit up here in the nest with
us, or go down and use the hot tub or just sit on the deck.  If you want to
be in the sun before it begins to set either the tub or deck will be good,
then come up and join us."

   "As much as I want to spend time with you two, we'll have the whole
night and getting some sun or even a soak sounds good." I said nodding to
Tred hoping for agreement.

   "Whatever you please, sounds like they will be busy for a bit anyway."
He said reaching for my hand to go down the steps from the nest.

   We heard the engines start and Tred went to pull the chocks as
instructed while I watched before we made our way to the hot tub.  I pulled
up the cover and saw it had been on and was warm.

   "Let's take a soak Tred."

   "I don't have trunks and if just my skivvies I'll be uncomfortable the
rest of the trip, I just brought the one extra pair."

   "We can go in naked silly."

   "What if one of them comes down?" He said worried.

   "First off, they've both seen me naked before, and they wouldn't come
down without announcing themselves.  They know what THEY do in the hot
tub."

   "Well, THAT'S gross." He said making a face.

   "First rule of this hot tub, you don't cum in the tub if you have sex."

   "You've been in this hot tub with him?" He asked wide eyed.

   "Not this hot tub, but on another boat on Lake Havasu.  I was with
Caleb, he was with another girl I know.  Don't ask questions if you don't
want to hear the answers.  He flew his grandfathers' plane to Lake Havasu
with a girl I know and he told her she could invite another couple."

   "You all ended up naked in the hot tub together?"

   "Not like you think.  Please let me tell you the story some other time.
If you don't want to get in, let's just sit on the deck." I said, a little
exasperated, "I THOUGHT this was going to be sexy."

   "What, in the tub?"

   "Tred, you're freaking out for no reason.  Neither one of them has a
reason to see us naked, or have sex.  They are a private couple and may be
getting sexy themselves right now.  I was thinking of you sitting on the
side of the tub and I would be in it sucking your big dick.  Still don't
like the idea of the tub?  Then you can do me the same way." I said with a
teasing pout.

   "Just tell me you weren't in a foursome with him and that's not the plan
now!"

   "For someone who didn't want to know my sexual history before and said
it didn't matter, you certainly got pretty paranoid." I said to him calmly,
even though I was furious inside.

   He kept his eyes on me waiting for an answer.

   "Tred, I'm going to let YOU decide the answer to that question based on
your opinion of my character, the woman you said you never stopped loving
since we broke up all those years ago, the same one you told you loved more
than once today."

   He couldn't look me in the eye as he contemplated my words and thought
of what he ultimately asked me with all of the implied accusations.  He
began to speak to me in a low voice as his eyes sought out mine.

   "I hope you think that sometimes stupid can be cute.  I don't know why I
wanted to judge you as if I didn't know you or your character.  You've been
honest to a fault with me and been unconditional with your expressions of
affection.  You've been reciprocating in all of our interactions and given
me no reason to be suspicious in any way.  I'm so sorry for seeming that I
don't trust you, because I do.  I trust you with my heart after only a week
back together and just a few days of being physically together.  Truth be
told, when I was excessed by Blistex, they were basically apologizing for
the state of the world of profit competitiveness, but I immediately thought
of you and wondered what I could do to win you back.  I even knew I
couldn't expect you to consider me worthy if I wasn't independent and self
supportive.  Before I held you on the dance floor that night I told you as
much, so you would know that I knew you, we, deserved better.  Finding you
still had feelings for me had me doing emotional back flips.  Forgive me
for anything stupid I may have asked or assumed.  To think I doubted you,
or more importantly, for you to doubt me, is a knife to my heart, and it
was me who was wielding it."

   Instantly I calmed down inside realizing that the man before me held
nothing back in his love, respect, and affection for me.

   "Tred, you are a special man in my eyes for all of the things you just
said, or should I say, admitted.  If all men were as honest with me as you
I would either be married, or maybe a lesbian by now.  You say things I
know are true that most men would not admit to."

   "Even your precious Terry?" He asked in a way that I knew the heart of
our (his) problem.

   "Tred is that what all of this is about?  My God, you're jealous!  You
love me more that I even thought!" I said as I pulled him close and nestled
my head in his chest where I could hear his heart beating.

   It was a moment where my own love for him grew.

   "Let me tell you again about Terry and I.  He flirted with me,
confidently asked me out and fully expected to get in my pants.  We jostled
around a bit, got a few clothes opened, but nothing happened.  Nobody got
fucked or sucked.  Weeks later we went to Boston for a weekend of comedy
shows and we stayed together and we did have sex.  It wasn't a wild weekend
of sex, I just had this feeling he expected too much as pay back for a good
time.  I HAD miscalculated him and, what I mistakenly thought was, his ego.
I thought he was a great guy, but I wasn't about to feed his Casanova
image. I wasn't going to give him a chance to shoot ME down for pursuing
him.  I was interested in him, but not as much sexually as he may have
thought; he is an interesting person and I will admit, a very caring lover.
When he came in for his next cleaning there was early snow and he invited
me for a ski weekend.  I accepted and, admittedly, we only left the room in
Killington for a run or two.  Since then we have been great friends and
confidants, and if you think we were fuck buddies or friends with benefits,
you're wrong.  I told you about one other time horniness took charge and we
did it without as much as undressing or kissing."

   "OK, I guess I can live with all of that, but you can understand my
feeling uncomfortable." Tred asked.

   "Yes, I certainly can, but let me tell one more thing about him and I."
I said as he rolled his eyes expecting another dark confession.

   "He's never had my mouth.  I may have passed that out when I was younger
and naive, but, with all of the disease passed around in the past few years
I became wary of people I didn't know histories of.  Intercourse with no
condom once, and never in my mouth." I said solemnly.

   "OK, I think we should change the subject.  I was stupid to doubt or
question you and now I've realized that I should respect your privacy and
trust your judgment.  You obviously respected my character our first night
back together." (we had oral and vaginal sex with no condom or worry about
where and whom he may have been with, he just was not that kind of guy)

   The intercom speaker opened and we heard Terry's voice say, "We are
about one hour away at our current speed and there appears to be very few
private craft in the water tonight.  We may encounter a tour boat or two,
but we will skirt them at a distance."

   "He's saying that we shouldn't worry about gawkers should we get
undressed." I assured Tred as I began to undress and check the temp of the
tub.

   We both stripped and slipped into the tub and after getting the feel of
the bubbling, swirling water we embraced and kissed passionately while my
hand held his cock and he had his hand down my back and under to finger my
pussy.  I let go of him and bent a little to let him thrust deeper in me,
getting more friction on my clit as I felt my orgasm rise.  Once I had that
bit of tension wrung from me I moved to get him to the edge of the tub and
encouraged him to boost up and sit on the apron.  The height was perfect
for me to stand before him and bend a bit to fit my mouth over him.  He
tasted so good that my mouth watered making the blowjob extra sexy.  The
mere act of sucking a man you love is so endearing and soothing; it seems
to iron out all the wrinkles in your life, especially right after or during
your own orgasm.  Your saliva becomes more viscous and plentiful as your
body chemistry reacts.  (Tred had shown me years ago to be chewing gum
during foreplay and sex, see what happens as you get more involved; the gum
breaks down and becomes less a wad in your mouth)

   Tred began to preen my hair as he moaned and whispered his love for me
and I was about to go for broke and make him shoot in my mouth, but I just
had to say something to him.

   Leaving his long dick heavily coated with wet gooey saliva I looked up
to him.

   "Tred, our words back and forth tonight proves the honesty of our love
and the electrical connection we share.  I now know that I've been craving
your spirit for all the time we've been apart.  The wanton passion I sought
in my relationship with Caleb, the trust and human spirit I laud in Terry,
the kinship and affection I have for Merriam is you all in one.  While I
need those life reassuring things that a Terry or a Merriam provide, you
take all the passion and love I need and lace my life together in a neat
package that makes me thrill just being with you.  I want to taste all of
that now." I said with the smile I knew would melt him as I dropped my
mouth over him, up and down, and used my thumb to massage that little spot
where penis and balls meet.  He shuddered and moaned loudly as he filled my
mouth with his cum.  I swallowed over and over with the head just in the
middle of my tongue with my lips sealing air out.  I drained all the love
he cooked with me before he began to push me away, being too sensitive to
take anymore.

   I let him drop from my mouth and rested my head on his thigh.

   "I love you Tred, and not the infatuation kind of love from a few days
of hot sex.  I'm seeing our whole time together as one big apple.  If I had
any values or sense at our first break-up we could have talked those things
out.  The second time should have been the charm but I was a jealous,
shallow . . .  uh, CUNT!  Forgive me for being so stupid then.  You should
have taken me and spanked my ass red until I saw through my failed
thinking. You knew we were right then, didn't you?"

   "I sure thought so.  But you were impossible to reason with then, always
trying to keep up with someone or something.  To tell you the truth, I
ached something awful both times.  I thought I would show weakness if I
came to you and begged, and I never wanted you to think I was stalking you.
I kept my pity party to myself."

   "See?  You were even sweet then, thinking of my feelings, however
misguided.  Don't worry, that won't happen again.  I promise I'll try to
make this work, and I won't let my ego or petty wants get in our way." I
told him as our eyes met I saw the emotion my words had drawn from him.

   "You don't know how many times I dreamt of hearing words like those from
you." He said before choking up, but trying to hide it.

   I helped him cover by pulling myself from the tub to his side.

   "C'mon lets dry off and dress.  We'll go up in the nest with them." I
said as he swallowed the lump in his throat and helped me stand.

   As we ascended the spiral steps to the "nest", as Terry called it, we
heard a quick shuffle of places and positions and when we got to the top
step they were both facing away from us with hands busy making adjustments.
(Merry later told me she had just finished a another blowjob when they
heard us on the steps.  Oh Captain, my Captain, the prize you sought was .
. .  swallowed!)

   We finished the trip with Terry pointing out sights and facts along the
way.  When we docked just south of Saugerties and the car rental they
arranged was waiting.  Terry entered the number code to open the door and
the keys were under the mat.  In 20 minutes we were queued with about 175
other folks to get in the small performance room/studio.  We saw a terrific
show of local acts before John Sebastian came on and his show was almost
all requests shouted from the audience.  He played an hour with a 15 minute
encore and we all left happier and in great spirit from the uplifting
performance.  We were back on the boat in no time and heading home, all
four of us in the nest.

   Chapter Nine

   I'm always amazed (don't read jealous) at the relationship of Merriam
and Terry.  Terry was, and still is, one of my closest and trusted friends.
I depended on him as my sounding board, my ace when I needed that ear who
had no dog in the race to get an opinion or advice.  I was never hurt by
the fact he didn't want a relationship, I loved what we had and never felt
ANY pang when he would tell me of a new conquest (sans details).  He was
never a fuck buddy to me, we just had one encounter on a weekend in Boston,
where sex was involved, but was NOT the most important part or reason for
us being together.  Then came the ski weekend in Vermont was where I had
the typical Terry experience, the one where his dates stalked him afterward
wanting to make more of the honeymoon experience than he intended.  But I
took it as it was and we got along famously from that point forward.  The
horny kitchen fuck was an aberration that had something to do with being
close friends in touch with each other's needs.  I've often wondered if
Merry hadn't come into the picture if we would have had more of those.  I
always felt if we had that it would have been Terry who would try to make
more of it than just sex, not me.  I needed the friend, not the sex, more
than anything.

   Now when I see the two of them together I see the friendship Terry and I
had with all of the mutual affection we had, but with deep love attached.
She knows Terry in ways so far beyond sex, and that "trusted friend" bond
we had.  It has shown me the stages people go through as they fall in love
and it's made me realize so much of what Tred and I already knew of each
other.  It was like all of the pieces to a puzzle were on the floor and now
I saw how to put it together.  To be fair to my heart, I must admit, if
Caleb had come to me a day after his so called confession to me and said he
wanted to make us permanent, I would have been all in.  At any point
thereafter if Tred came back into the picture, I would have felt greatly
cheated by life's turn.  It was always Tred, and I was just too shallow,
too self-centered, and too stupid to know.  I would have dumped Caleb in a
second.  Right now, I was in my own heaven, and seeing my two closest
friends so happy together, just made me glow.

   We four talked, cajoled, and relived the music experience that evening.
The young up and coming artists who touched us with their words and
melodies, and the memory stirred songs of John Sebastian.  He was so
perfect a bridge of era's and genres.  He was a pop star before any of our
4 was born, but his music transcended the years and touched us.

   "You two are going to stay with us tonight, aren't you?" Merry asked
hopefully.

   I looked to Tred and he smiled saying that we would love to.

   "After we dock we can all hot tub and have a few drinks before we
retire." Merriam said with a smile as she hugged Terry's back as he stood
at the helm.

   "You can go in underwear if you haven't got a suit." Terry chimed in,
"or go naked, we have no problem." He added with a chuckle.

   "Not naked!" Merry said playfully slapping his back, "He means topless.
We don't go in naked unless we're alone.

   I looked to Tred and said "Big boobs tend to float in a hot tub and tops
don't always stay on unless you tie them real tight.  We can play that by
ear."

   "If I have to see exposed boobies, I will not feel insulted." Tred
chuckled.

   "Exposed for comfort, not for sexual reasons." Merry added.

   We talked and cajoled the rest of the trip home.  We had refrained from
drinking since Terry couldn't join us, so as soon as we docked and secured
the yacht Merry came out with a cooler with wine, beer, and a few pre-made
cocktails and headed to the lower rear deck where the tub and lounge deck
were.  Once we all began to loosen up Merry went over to the tub and
checked the temp of the water.  She undid her shorts and lowered them to
reveal a bikini bottom and threw off her shirt to show the top.  She went
over and climbed into the tub.

   I whispered to Tred that I was going in in my underwear if it wouldn't
make him uncomfortable.  It wasn't a thong or anything racy, probably the
same cut as Merriam's suit bottom.  I knew Tred had boxer briefs, so I
didn't see where he might have a problem.  We were all in the tub within a
few minutes.  We all hugged close with our mates on opposite sides of the
tub with drinks on the apron.  We all drank from unbreakable plastic wear
so there would no risk of glass to us or the tub.  To say we were enjoying
each other's company was an understatement.  Tred and Terry were fast
becoming friends, and of course the rest of us were already close.

   Merry volunteered to get refills on drinks and when she stood out of the
bubbling waters she was topless.  Her breasts are magnificent globes that
almost seem to be fake until you see them move as she walks.  I feel
blessed myself, but Merriam could model, easily.  Her slender frame with
perfect flow of waist to hips and that incredible ass make her spot on as a
perfect female body.

   I knew Treds eyes followed her and I could hardly blame him, but I can
turn heads as easily.  If Merry is a 10, I'm a 9, and that's not self
flattery, I hear it all of the time.  I have no complaints about my body at
all, except for the future gravity problems I'll have (as well as Merriam
will have) with our breasts and bottoms.  It's why we spend so much time
exercising at home and in the gym.  Maybe the thought of her going, or just
the bubbling water, I suddenly had the urge and I excused myself as well.
As I got out my bra was loose and I just took it off as I walked down to
our quarters and our bathroom, but Merry had obviously used that one as
well.

   I knocked and joked "Don't smell it up too much, I have to go too!"

   Merry opened the door and she was flushed with embarrassment, saying,

   "Go ahead in, but don't be long, I have to get back in soon." As I
quickly sat on the pot and let my stream fly.  I noticed an empty bottled
enema in the trash can.  I instantly worried that she was sick, or had a
problem and I finished quickly, not before I opened the vanity to get a new
roll of tissue, since I used the last.  There were 4 new pre-bottled enemas
in there as well.

   When I went out she was pacing and I asked her if she were ok, that I
had seen the bottle.

   She flushed deeply again saying, "We're doing the butt nasty tonight, my
period isn't quite as over as I thought.  I'm sorry you had to see that."

   "Does that insure everything is safe and clean?  I worry about that." I
asked, but she was too hurried to answer and went inside, closing the door.

   I got close to the door and let her know I would wait for her.  After 3
or 4 minutes she came out, still embarrassed.  I hugged her and let her
know it was OK.

   "You know whatever two people do, as long as they agree . . . . ." I
began to say, but she stopped me.

   "I know, I know.  It's just embarrassing, it's so private and . . . . .
you know."

   "If it will ease your conscience at all, I did it again, it was scary,
but I did find where it could be quite sexy.  We didn't really finish, I
was afraid and embarrassed, but it wasn't the horror show I expected."

   "That", she said pointing to the bathroom, " is the worst part.  But
it's good insurance."

   She paused and looked me over, "God, your tits are amazing.  With mine
and yours the boys are getting a good show tonight." She said as we both
laughed and went back to the tub to join the boys.

   Terry and Tred were talking sports when we got back and needless to say,
our nearly naked bodies stopped the conversation quickly.  Terry asked
Merriam, "OK?" and she nodded, so I quickly figured that he knew what she
had done.  I told myself that they wouldn't be around long.  I know men's
penchant for ladies asses, and Merry's was spectacular.  With a promise of
fucking it, I couldn't imagine Terry being too patient.

   I spent a few moments pondering the change in Merriam's attitudes about
sex in the last year or so.  If before she met Terry I told her she would
be prepping and looking forward to having his sizable penis shoved up her
ass she would have turned to stone or ash.  It only goes to show what
patience and expression of feelings can do in a relationship based on
honesty and mutual adoration.

   True to my suspicions, in 10 minutes or so Terry said he was tired and
the two of them got out and said they would be in the fore suite and we
would meet around 9 o'clock to go up the river to breakfast.  I cuddled up
to Tred and told him we should be getting to bed as well.  I seriously
considered going the 2nd deck bathroom and using one of Merriam's enema
bottles on myself to fully give myself to Tred with full consent and want.
I even went as far as to read the box in the bathroom while Tred waited for
me.  I really felt I needed 20 minutes to take it, let it work, expel it
fully, and let my body adjust.  I was just too nervous and jittery to do it
right then, but have to admit that there was anticipation to the full
feeling and strange sensations I had experienced with it.

   I met Tred in our bed and we kissed and necked with our hands everywhere
on our bodies just enjoying the sensuality of togetherness and mutual
adoration.  At one interlude when he was just over me and preparing to move
down my body, we heard a loud sexual growl from what had to be Merriam's
mouth as it sort of echoed in the ship.

   Tred grinned at me, "Somebody is having some fun, let's not be far
behind." Then his tongue came out and traced between my breasts, over my
belly, and right to my clit.  In the next few minutes I, too, would be
growling in satisfaction as his lips and tongue danced in and around my
pussy, its folds, and depths.  All the while, of course, Treds long finger,
and fingers, were plumbing my little bottom hole, leaving me more and more
convinced that I wanted to give myself fully that way to my love.

   After he had fully satisfied me, I feasted on his cock and balls, loving
the way he felt in my mouth, the taste that was he and he alone.  I loved
orally pleasing a man, and after passing it out so readily when I was
younger, (to be sure I didn't get "in trouble") I curbed that yen out of
fear is disease, not knowing the sexual history of my partner.  Even as
much as I enjoyed sex with Terry, the fact he told me of his many conquests
left me a bit wary.  I think I may have kissed his a couple times, but
never into my mouth.  He never outwardly questioned my reluctance,
respecting my obvious resistance.

   I must have moved to every position and side of Tred while sucking him,
feeling that long slender curved dick everywhere in my mouth and throat. 
There is something so relaxing and soothing about sucking a man, I know I
could have kept going to the point where he would have came for me, fed me
his love juice, but in one position beside him he was able to reach my
pussy and sunk his first two fingers into me, and I knew I had to feel the
deep massage of that pretty cock in me.

   I threw a leg over him and began to bounce on him.  While my first
orgasm rode up on me he took over and we moved, and he positioned me every
way imaginable over the next 10 or 15 minutes, sending me over the top
numerous times.  Then while plowing me in the missionary position he popped
out of me and took himself in his hand and looked at me and all I did was
nod and smile.

   He climbed up over me and put that swollen purple head to my lips and
let me suck his juice out while he wailed in ecstasy.  It was a perfect
ending for fabulous sex and love making.  He tasted like love and
satisfaction.  It was then I knew he was the one I should work to make mine
forever.  I was fairly certain he felt the same way, as well.  Once I knew
that, life would be perfect with us.  My shred of doubt was erased in just
one breathless moment later when he said, "I never want to make love to
another woman, ever.  We should always be together.  We have magic."

   My spirit soared and rushed to get his softening dick from my mouth and
face so I could get at his lips.  I wanted to kiss him a 100 times.  The
bubble I had been waiting to burst suddenly turned lead.  He hit the nail
squarely when he said "magic".  We were so perfect for each other and thank
God he knew it all along.  I held a fear we were just about sex, and yes we
enjoyed that greatly with each other, but the sex was out of love and
devotion, not wanton horniness.  I knew what that was and this was
definitely not that.

   The night air cooled and we fell asleep in each other's arms.  Normally
that ends up being too warm, but that night the coolness around us made our
body heat perfect.  When I woke with my face resting in the crux of his
arm, I never wanted the moment to end.

   After showering together in the tiny shower we were randy again, but
wanted to keep that edge for at least the morning.  It was knowing the
"want" we had for each other while we interacted with our friends, while we
were sure of the satisfaction we would later feel, that kept our edge sharp
and satisfying.  The confidence of being in love was exhilarating.

   While we showered we heard Terry pulling chocks while the engine idled
and we later found out that Merriam backed it from the slip herself (the
little sexy sailor).  We got up to the nest as we made our way down river
to The Marina.

   We gave each other knowing smiles before we settled into quiet stares at
the scenery before we had coffee.  Terry knew a little stop along the way
that sold coffee and doughnuts from a dock Saturday and Sunday mornings and
we got java to begin waking us up.  The boys huddled over the wheel sipping
their coffee while Terry schooled him on a few things.

   Merriam sidled up and rubbed shoulders with me in the cool air.  "Nice
night?" she asked.

   I just blushed and smiled and whispered "Heard you once", and she rolled
her eyes.

   She sipped her coffee once and said, "A little sore right now, but it's
a nice reminder.  Terry's the sex bomb and he just makes me crazy
sometimes, and that's where he's the most tender, . .  um . .  there." She
said as she turned to look at him and then stare off at the wake.

   I loved seeing her so happy, so content and now I thought I understood
how she felt.

   "I'm so happy for you and we think we've found the same thing." I said
softly.

   "Just be sure before you make the commitment to your heart.  It's been
fast." She warned .

   "I know, but don't forget the time we spent before.  If he had come
along at any time since I left school, this would have happened, I'm sure.
Once I saw him again, smelled him, held him, I knew.  I tried to deny it to
myself, but my heart just wouldn't let it happen that way."

   "I will say you act like a couple with a long relationship.  I hope
you're as happy as us." She said patting my hand.

   "I never thought Terry would stop his . . . . . ." I started to say
looking for the word that would put it gently.

   "Tomcatting?" Merry said with a little grin.

   "OK." I said with a nod.

   "We just clicked.  I even told him we could take a few weeks away to see
if we, and I meant HE, had other urges and he broke down thinking I doubted
us.  He's the most wonderful man there could be."

   Her words made my eyes fill with tears of joy.  "I hope we can be as
sure, and it seems that way." I whispered as I wiped away my tears.

   "The Marina ahead, 2 minutes.  Merry, can you pilot us in while I
prepare to dock?" Terry yelled as he cut the engines significantly.

   Merriam turned and went to the wheel as Terry and Tred went down the
steps.  They were putting the chocks down the side as Merry guided the huge
yacht toward an open slip.  As we got closer Terry stood on the front and
made arm signals to Merry as she cut the engines to near idle.  Once we
seemed headed into the slip I watched her methodically disengage the gears
and steer with a hand on the gears that might maneuver us, but we softly
drifted in and Terry jumped to the dock and tied us secure while Merry cut
power altogether.

   Terry ran up to the nest and hugged and kissed Merry giving her ass a
big squeeze saying, "You're a great first mate and can dock my ship
anytime." Merry blushed and looked to me smiling.

   Seeing her so confident and happy made my spirits soar and gave me
confidence that my own situation would work similarly if we did a lot of
the same things.  I know the foundation for Merriam and Terry was honesty
and trust.

   As we ate breakfast we talked about the last evenings show and then our
plans for the day.  In reality, I couldn't wait to get alone under one of
our own roofs so we could make love again, Tred had me so happy.  The way
he was acting around Terry showed me he had a new found trust for him and
his relationship with me.  I couldn't help but think that the fact I had
never had oral sex with him made him believe everything I had told him
about the depth of my relationship with Terry.  I had, only in the past
three or four years, stopped handing out blowjobs to every guy I slept
with, or got intimate with.  If I asked them to use a condom to be inside
of my vagina, why in God's name would I put a man in my mouth?

   Over the next few weeks it became more and more apparent that we should
have only one living arrangement and that of course would be mine that I
owned.  Even before we seriously discussed him moving in I told him of the
possibility of Terry moving in with Merriam and the four of us under one
roof.

   Merriam and I had talked about boundaries and situations and how they
might be handled and I proposed that if she and Terry moved in, even if
just for months when they could not live on the yacht, I wanted to make her
a joint owner.  She had paid me half of my monthly mortgage payment for the
entire time I lived there except for the 11 months I spent looking for a
suitable roommate.  If she agreed to match 50% of the down payment I made
to own it, she would go on the mortgage title.  Then, I explained to her,
she would always have a place to live and if she and Terry ever bought a
place of their own, they could continue to pay and keep the investment, or
they could sell it back to me for the down payment plus 25% of each payment
they made while living here.  As long as Tred would sign a lease with me
and he paid half of my split of the monthly mortgage I was ready to make
this jump.  My townhouse or condo, whatever you preferred to call it, cost
me 195K, I put 30K down, and the newer (and smaller -just 2 bedrooms
without study and only 1 bath) units were going for 319K in our development
and each expansion sold out as soon as the paint was dry on them.

   I had been warned by some friends that getting relationships "on paper"
like this could destroy them, but we all felt confident.  Merriam and I
even made a pact that if the 4 by 4 living arrangement didn't work out she
and Terry would seek another situation after the next "yacht season".  If
Terry's grandfather should pass away and he may not be able to keep the
yacht any longer, things would change mightily.  If given the yacht Terry
could never afford to keep it, let alone pay the inheritance tax on it.  We
all realized there was an inevitable situation at hand.  Tred suggested we
live through a Fall and Winter with the 4-some situation before we commit
to the permanent situation.  I supposed that might not be a bad idea, but I
did think we were all of the mind that there were no "surprises" in our
lifestyles.  None of us were slobs, matter of fact we were all neat-nicks.
I knew that both Terry and Tred were thoughtful and considerate and Merriam
was more Sister than anything else.  If I lost her as a roommate it would
take me a time to get over it.  So after a lot of hemming and hawing
Merriam proposed she agree to eventually buying in and continuing our 50/50
split of food and expenses, mortgage and upkeep (clean-up and cooking).  We
would each charge our "boyfriends" what they would expect to pay if we made
it all permanent.  At the end of 7 months (May 1st) if we all agreed it
worked, Merriam could pay me half of my down payment and become half owner.
Anyone could back out except me, no questions asked.  I was ALWAYS going to
be full or half owner, no more or no less.  If Merriam wanted out she could
walk away prior to my putting her name on the lease May 1st.

   We called a "summit" of the four of us and each couple invited a good
friend they trusted to sit in and offer comments and scenarios we might not
see through our close relationships.  After full explanation of my and
Merriam's proposal, no one seemed to have a question, with the exception of
"what would happen if either of the couples should break up?".  That was
settled by the fact that only Merriam and I were involved for the 1st 7
months and after that our "boyfriends" are simply tenants who sign
automatically renewable leases at the lessor's behest.

   So when mid-September came along Terry was off with a pilot to help him
get the yacht to Sanibel.  He left on a Monday and planned on a flight back
on Saturday leaving the 3 of us to move things from boat and his loft into
OUR place.  Merriam and I never had a lot of furniture so the additional
things all fit well and most of Treds stuff was desks, book cases and a bed
and dresser we easily sold off.  Neither of our bedrooms were overloaded
and our community office was well appointed with 2 computer stations.  By
the time Terry got back we were pretty well settled and beginning to get
into a routine.

   Merriam had said that her biggest fear was that the situation might
cramp our sex lives.  In their loft or on the yacht they were free and open
to be at each other at any time.  I explained that Tred and I were about
the same, only now we would have to just respect closed doors.  As long as
one couple didn't have a problem with hearing the other at non-traditional
"whoopee" times, there was no reason to curtail a thing.  Admittedly in
those first few days while Terry was away Tred and I had a couple wild
nights where I had to put my face into a pillow to keep the noise down but
little by little we all got used to night sounds and keeping our own
`expressions of gratitude" stifled a bit.  Any problems we had with
togetherness were erased with the fact we were becoming a sort of family.
Cooking, cleaning, and working for each other, being there to talk about
things going on in our lives and just being frank and open was just how
Merry and I were as roommates, and now it was a foursome.

   For work I had to go to a learning forum and refresher for new hardware
being used in dentistry and our office specifically.  I had been chosen to
go and take the mini-courses and then certify the rest of our staff.  It
meant being away from a Sunday afternoon, for travel, and then spending 5
full days in Effingham, Illinois.  I had to fly into St Louis where a
private jet would take 12 of us to Effingham and land on a private strip in
this company's campus.  One of the most advanced Dental research and
development companies in the world, in the middle of nowhere.  Of course I
missed everyone, especially Tred, like crazy all week, but when I got back
Tred and I made up for lost time with Merry and Terry spending that first
night at Tred's mothers home, as they usually did every week or so. 
(making sure the house was clean, she was eating right, the things you look
after a 75-year-old for)

   After we tore up the sheets that first night back we still had the place
to ourselves and took our showers, Tred made coffee and met me in bed.  It
was something we loved to do as long as we had been together.  We were
refreshed with clean bodies, had our coffee and usually had a long oral
session before starting our day, or going back to sleep.  On this morning
upon getting back to bed with coffee Tred turned on the TV.

   "Being away from you had me lonely and horny and looking for an outlet.
I don't usually go in for porn, but I knew Terry had a small collection and
he had offered them to us if we ever wanted them so I took one from the
book shelf in their room.  It was some big name porno star meeting amateur
fans who wanted a go with him.  Now there was 3 girls on this, one was a
fatty, the one a ditzy blonde, but the third was a nervous, dark haired
girl who sincerely just wanted to have porn star sex.  She had never had a
long, sweaty session with anyone, but had masturbated numerous times to his
videos.  She reminded me a lot of you and I would like you to see it."
   To be continued