Nineteen Hundred and Ninety Five was the year I graduated from a private Parochial High School and as I looked out from that, then pinnacle, I saw my future as more than bright and my outlook could not have been more positive, my life no less than a fulfillment of the dreams I had going into my freshman year and realization that I would graduate 4 years later an adult man. My grades didn't allow me to play baseball in my Freshman year (basically NO Freshman could play a Varsity sport until 3 quarter marks of 3.5 or better were posted) The requirements were much lower after that and in my Sophomore year I helped lead the team to Class C New York State Championships. My forte was pitching where I went 5-0 in our 14 game schedule, but I also hit .436 with 5 home runs and 27 RBI as a right fielder. In my Junior year we graduated to a Class B level school and got expanded to a 20 game schedule with tougher schools from larger cities and I went 7-1, 0.50 ERA and 78 Strike-Outs in 53 innings with but 3 walks. We took a hard luck loss in the Class B State final that year, landing 4 starting players quarantine with flu. I pitched the final and we lost 1-0. I gave up a 4th inning home run at the Carrier Dome in Syracuse when I basically hit somebody's bat with a 92 MPH fastball. In that final there were scouts there to look at ME! Real professional Major League scouts! However, before my Senior baseball season even started, I signed a letter of intent with a great scholarship (baseball and academics) to South Carolina. I had dreamt of playing baseball for the Gamecocks as my father had many years before. The program was much more competitive in '95 than when he played, but he had a trophy case full of South Carolina memorabilia and the accolades he had drawn. A major plus to South Carolina was the Engineering program I wanted to be part of. Once again, your Freshman year in athletics is spent on the sidelines (with the exception of the guys in the business school who were basically recruited to play ball. It wasn't basket weaving 101, but compared to Engineering, . . well, need I say more. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me give you some details to have all of this make sense. My name is Rance Glynn. My Dad's parents came from Norway and settled in Canada. My Father went to South Carolina and got a degree and loved the American life style. He moved he and my Mom into New York State right after they got married. Like every other kid in America in those days, I dreamed of playing Major League Baseball when I grew up. While most kids didn't take the dream seriously, I did. I met my best friend in life, Matt Bardon, in Pee Wee baseball and we stayed friends right up until college and team mates until Matt decided football was for him and joined Pop Warner Football when we were about 12. Matt was a rough and tumble guy who could run like the wind with a body that could mow walls down. His Dad was sending him to summer football camps while I spent my summers playing organized baseball of one kind or another. With the exception of our chosen sport, we did everything together. We had our first drink, our first drunk, first hangover, our first joint, our first dates (we doubled), learned to drive, got our drivers licenses, even got laid, ALL TOGETHER. We vowed going into High School (we went to the same Central Parochial School) that we would keep each other aware of how far we got with our dates and the first to proclaim he had gotten laid would share the dirty details. It all seems so silly now, but we were that close. As it turned out we both got our first serious girl friends in our Sophomore years. He dated a girl he was teamed with for Science Fair, Chelsea Katzenbaum, and I followed suit a few weeks later with a pretty cheerleader, Megan Baker. Coincidentally Megan and Chelsea were best friends as well. I say coincidentally because neither Matt nor I knew our steady dates were best friends until we planned on introducing them at a school dance. New York Capital Catholic (NYCC) was large enough (1200 students) that you might even be in the same homeroom and not share another class all day and both have the same subjects. After we got together that first time the four of us doubled many times over. During football season players and cheerleaders had to take school provided busses to away games so Chelsea and I usually drove to the games together in my car to meet and support the team and cheerleaders. Of course the rumors of Chelsea and I were rampant, and nothing could have been further from the truth. My gal Megan was the head cheerleader and just a gorgeous, well put together, sexy and cute blonde who was the wet dream of most of the guys in school. I had blinders to any other girl. I was just not interested in anyone else. Looking back I realize how shallow BOTH of us (Megan and I) were at the time. The fact she was drop dead beautiful and head cheerleader, and the fact I was the much ballyhooed baseball pitcher, was the glue that kept us true to each other. On our trips back and forth to the away football games Chelsea and I spent our time mostly talking about our mates. We didn't engage in much personal small talk, but I really got to know her. Matt grabbed local sports headlines early on when he first made Varsity and was touted by many colleges and Megan was the head of the Yearbook Committee, Prom Committee, editor of the School Newspaper, as well as being featured in a lot of local advertising. Our steadies seemed destined for greatness. I was no slouch in sports headlines, and Chelsea organized the school involvement in a lot of charities and when her older sister competed in the 1994 Winter Games in Lillehammer Norway, Chelsea went as a local news correspondent and wrote a column for the Capital Cities Newspaper Group that was picked up by many other papers across the country. It laid the foundation of her future as she decided she wanted to work in news broadcasting and reporting. So, the four of us had our futures laid out before us, we only needed to act on it to make it happen. While Matt and I told each other of the details of our tries at dating early in our high school life, reporting touched boobs, fingered pussies and getting handjobs, neither of us could report getting laid or a blowjob. We actually figured, as naïve boys do, that no girl we knew would ever do the bj, it was only something you saw in pornos. We never had to fess up about getting laid, as we both got laid the same night, after a dance, in the football stands on either side of the press box. Two young gals from the local public school were at the dance. It was the Friday of the long Columbus Day weekend of our Sophomore years and just before we hooked up with Chelsea and Megan (who we began dating during Christmas vacation) These girls were probably Juniors or Seniors, but they were on a mission to get a couple Catholic boys. It was warm for mid-October and only sweater weather at best. Matt and I were sitting in the chairs on the perimeter of the cafeteria turned to dance hall checking out the women, trying to get the nerve to ask one to dance with us. The girls approached us together and said they didn't go to NYCC and asked where the rest rooms were. They used our directions to start a conversation of small talk while Matt and I gave each other quick looks trying to figure out where this was going and should we try to steer it. Suddenly Mariah Carey's "I'll Be There" started to play and one of the girls brightened right up and said "You guys have been so sweet, could we ask you to dance?". I'm sure we tripped over our tongues trying to answer coolly but they held out their hands to us as we sat, and then got right up to take them up on the offer. The girl I was with, Maryann as I remember it, pulled me tight and held onto me tightly and would do an occasional grind a she hummed in my ear. As soon as the song finished they segued to Bobby Browns "Humpin' Around" and she said, "Oooo, I love humpin' around. C'mon lets dance!" Immediately she began to move very suggestively just as I began to tell her I didn't dance. "Oh, don't worry, just follow me and I'll have you dancing, and doing a lot of things tonight." She said hanging on to my arm, and sure enough the practicing I did in my room paid off as I made my dancing debut at school. I really didn't care how I looked, this girl was shaking it and turned her ass to me and backed to me and looked back like a porno star, smiling and making a kiss with her lips. I looked out for Matt and he was doing the same as me, debuting his practiced dance moves in front of the girl who dragged him up and she putting on a show for him as well. These two girls commandeered us for the rest of the night, dancing and talking, resting hands on our knees as we sat and talked. Then MaryAnn (?) asked me to walk her to the Ladies Room. As we walked passed a stairwell that led up to the classrooms she pulled my arm as I protested for a moment, and she ran up the stairs. As soon as we were out of sight she planted her mouth on mine and we played tonsil hockey for a few minutes as she pressed her body to mine. Finally she pulled away saying, "After I go to the Ladies Room, why don't we talk Matt and my friend into leaving so we can have some fun." At this point if she asked me to take off my shoes so she could pee in them I would have done it. Geez, I was in love and planning what school our kids would go to. By the time we got back to Matt and, I'll call her Jenny, she had talked him into leaving as well. It became obvious to Matt and I that these girls had a plan. Once outside the girls began to steer us towards the football field when one of them asked if we could get on the field. I told them I didn't think so, the gate was locked. Maryann looked at Jenny and smiled and said to us, "Follow us." We went to a corner where the chain link fence got pretty close to the stands. Maryann climbed the fence and reached out to grab a railing and she was in, easily. Her girlfriend made sure both Matt and I did the same before she climbed up herself. Thinking back later we realized they had done this before. We went up the stands to the pressbox area where if we stayed low, no one could see us from inside out outside the football field. Maryann said "I've got our spot." as she grabbed me and pulled me to the metal floor while Jenny pulled Matt to the mirror image on the other side of the box. We started necking and she crawled right on top of me quickly feeling my hard-on against her as she ground on me. After I did nothing aggressive she sat right up, straddling my waist and sitting on my dick she took one of my hands and put it on her tit. From there I didn't need any urging as we progressed through the dance with no pants. Once she got up and took off her slacks I thought I might cum in my pants, but as soon as she sat on me again she undid my belt and zipper and had me out, stroking me. I thought I was going to cum in her hands when she asked me, "Do you have a condom?" Right away the steel ran out of my dick, I DIDN'T have a condom and I figured I wasn't getting laid. But she popped up after I nervously shook my head and went to the other side of the pressbox where Matt and Jenny were and came back with a condom. She informed me that Jenny always carried a few extras and "Oh by the way, your buddy is way ahead of you, he's getting wet right now." "I didn't know what "getting wet" was at the time, but I was also now well aware that these two girls targeted Matt and I to get laid that night. Whether we looked like virgins, they just wanted to corrupt a couple Catholic boys, or if it just our turn . . .I don't know. She grabbed my cock again and slipped the condom on me, then lowered herself on it. If she hadn't been so rough with it, I think she was impatient with me, I might have cum right away, but she had me scared for a bit. However, when she rolled off me I put my pornography experience to work and pulled her up to her knees and I knelt behind her and slammed her for all I had for a good 3 minutes before I came in the condom and she moaned like a porn star. I was quite happy with myself as I stood and put my pants back on and stuffed my cock and balls into my tight jeans. It was then I looked up and saw Matt and Jenny standing there and watching the show. Jenny said with a loud laugh, "You lasted a lot longer than your buddy did, I picked the wrong virgin." Maryann started laughing as she was getting her clothes on and I joined right in, not caring if the joke were on us, . . WE JUST GOT LAID!! We went back down the stands and climbed back over the fence and started back to the dance, but the girls just said goodbye and walked the other way. I wanted to feel used, but I JUST GOT LAID!!. Chapter One More than anything, I wanted to play college baseball for South Carolina and then get drafted by a Major League team. I was hoping for the Mets or Yankees, but it really didn't matter. I felt confident that if I stayed healthy, I could make it, and I had a lot of coaches who told me the same. Matt and I were always the big guys, sports-wise, at school. We were both real happy that we had great girlfriends and didn't have the stress of constantly chasing chicks like a lot of our other friends did. We were both getting laid on a regular basis and everything seemed hunky-dory. Megan's Dad worked 2 til 12:30 a.m. and her Mom worked until 6 at her own store downtown. So, we had the run of the house everyday for a couple hours after school. On days there was no school activity, sports or cheer practice (or big homework), we had time to play. She was on the pill AND we used condoms. Megan loved sex and we tried every position a young imaginative, horny boy could think of. I wanted to get into oral sex, but Megan didn't like the idea of it. We played a lot, but our mouths never got into each other's junk. Matt and Chelsea had a similar situation at her house, but her Dad was a fireman and he worked like 36 hours on duty and then a few days off and then 36 on (something like that). One weekend when the girls were away on a weekend school trip to New York City Matt and I had our house to ourselves so we got into a bit of trouble with a few joints, a couple 12 packs of beer and a bottle of vodka. We thought a 2 day drunk sounded real grown-up, good practice for Spring Break, but we ended up with massive hang-overs on Sunday. Friday night was a great time getting drunk and watching sports, but Saturday we got extremely blotto. The one thing that came out of that weekend was Matt's sex confessions of his relationship with Chelsea. We had matured enough that we didn't give each other the promised play-by-play of our sexual escapades since we were in serious relationships. (We really thought we were with the women we would marry) But we were pretty drunk and Matt got real mellow telling me how much he loved Chelsea, but he wished they could really make love. When I asked what he meant he went on to explain, in great detail, how regular intercourse was very painful for her. Seeing how disturbed he was I sort of sobered up a little and asked if she had been to the doctor about it and Matt explained she was afraid to tell a doctor (or her mother for that matter) that sex was painful since she wasn't supposed to be having sex. She had no other pains or aches "down there", just when she tried to have Matt inside her. She had toughed it out a few times for him, but he saw she was in so much discomfort he couldn't finish. I asked how they coped and he flushed red but then smiled saying "Chelsea gives the best hand jobs and blow jobs you can imagine. She's very good at both and enjoys either while she masturbates, or if I eat her." I was sort of shocked since I hadn't had a blow job yet and got the impression from Megan that it just wasn't done by "regular" girls. My mind raced to think of Chelsea sucking on Matt's dick and enjoying it. I was sort of jealous, except for the fact that Megan was such a good fuck. I was just getting over swallowing (no pun) this information when he slurred another statement to me. When I asked him to repeat it he said "never mind", but a few seconds later said she was willing to try back door sex if he wanted it. I was without words and Matt, even in his drunken state saw I was reeling a bit. "You probably think I'm bullshitting you, but I swear all of this is true but I really love my Chelsea and hopefully after we get married she can get fixed to enjoy getting laid. In the meantime she makes me happy and we have a ball together." Matt told me with a crack in his voice and a bit of watery eye. The only problem I had after that was every time I looked at the sweet face of Chelsea I couldn't picture her doing that, but I still thought of oral sex as "dirty" at the time as well. I wanted to feel bad for Matt, but I couldn't help but say "lucky dog" to myself too. After my Junior year in baseball I had a lot of Colleges trying to recruit me because besides excelling in Baseball, I was at the top of my class and could write my own ticket. My High School senior year of baseball was just the best ever as we won Class B State Championships. Pitching-wise, I didn't lose a game and had 2 no-hitters, plus I led our Division in hitting, despite the fact I didn't hit any home runs. I had been hoping my power might come along if my pitching couldn't get me through. The Coach and the South Carolina people told me not to worry, it was the athleticism I had that they could develop. I didn't want to tell them that if I could pitch, and pitch well, I didn't care if I ever hit. Between my Dad, a couple of local ex-pro's, and Baseball camp I attended between my 3rd and 4th years I had the science of pitching etched into my head and I seemed to learn every time I pitched and I amazed myself at the retention for detail I had. I trained carefully, warmed up carefully, and treated my arm like a Stradivarius. Even with my letter of intent to SC the Kansas City Royals and Oakland Athletics drafted me after I graduated, albeit in the 15th and 18th rounds respectively. An Oakland scout walked me to class the first day of school trying to talk me into signing a pro contract before I officially became a Gamecock. All during my Freshman year at SC I pitched scrimmage games, intersquad games, and some non-league exhibitions. My college coach told me I had 4 Major League pitches and as long as I kept my command, I was a lock to be a high draftee, (he knew I wasn't about to leave) and I hadn't even pitched a Division One College baseball game. When I went home after my Freshman year I looked up Megan whom I had stayed in touch with all year, but her Mom said she was staying in Southern California for the summer. She went to UCLA, and we had met in Denver during the Holiday Break for a night of catching up. (I must have fucked her 3 times that night and she finally gave me that blow job I'd always wanted) At that time she was off to Texas for a Cheerleading thing in late December and wasn't sure if she would make it back to New York for Christmas. That was the last I ever saw Megan. In January after the break she told me she was seeing someone but maybe we would "pick-up" during the summer. She never came home and was calling Los Angeles home. Her Mom said she was engaged, and later I heard she was pregnant. I don't know if being on the West coast changed her, or if she was just that type of girl. For some reason, I wasn't really heartbroken, just a little ego-shaken. I had sort of lost touch with Matt during the year, just sending a couple emails during our busy freshman years. He was having a hard time keeping up with studies and the crush of the football season. He too was not allowed to play in a game in his freshman year, only practice. He had went to Illinois who wanted him badly, he almost went to Texas, but Illinois offered a better scholarship and made coming home a bit easier and cheaper, being able to fly out of Chicago. He saw lots of action on the practice field and in scrimmages, but he was slated to be the starting half back then next year. My Dad told me that keeping Freshman off the playing roster insured teams like The Illini and The Gamecocks, who were pretty well stacked, of having our extra year of eligibility should our aggressive study courses took us over 4 years. That should have been obvious to me but studies and baseball practice had me ragged and running my entire Freshman year at South Carolina. Matt was also freaked out because Chelsea didn't go where she had planned, Boston University. She had joined the Navy. Apparently she got talking with a guidance recruiter who knew she want a career in journalism, preferably broadcast journalism. She convinced her to join the Navy and get into communications. She was told it would guarantee her a great job after 4 years. Chelsea may not have realized that the Guidance Recruiter probably got a spiff for every person she got to sign up. But with the blessing of her parents she made the plunge. So for that Summer Matt and I were bachelors again. We did a lot of the horsing around you might expect guys home from their first year of college might do. With the exception of a few weeks of the summer he and I spent with our respective NCAA sports tune-ups. His obviously for Football at Illinois, and mine at South Carolina for baseball, besides that we bummed off our proud parents for the summer. Sadly this is where my story takes a tragic turn. At the end of the summer, on his way back to Illinois, Matt and his Dad were killed in a bus-automobile crash. Distance and time restrictions left me unable to attend any wake or funeral for either. I had lost my best friend in life, the one person I had always been able to count on. I was away at school with friends, but not the depth of friend I would ever have again with Matt. I never felt so alone and deserted. If not for a long pep talk from my own Dad, I may have left school altogether. I was that down and out. Fortunately my Dad had a few special friends from his days at SC and the baseball coach made me a special project that spring, making sure I took part in all of the work outs and the Fall Scrimmage Baseball season. He made sure I got my work in on a regular basis and after that concluded he kept on my case to continue regular workouts. I began to get this idea that I would dedicate my baseball season to Matt's memory and use the strength of his spirit to drive me. When earnest baseball practice opened in January I was psyched to show the world what I was made of and become the best I could be. Just before I left for home for Christmas I met a girl, June Vigars, who worked at the gym where I did my fall and winter workouts. She was also an engineering student and worked the gym for a little extra cash. I always made a point of saying goodbye to her when I would leave after my throw and work exercises. One day she asked if I could hang back to walk her to her dorm, it was late, after 10 pm. I thought she had a problem by the tone in her voice, so I was glad to be her protector if she had a worry about walking alone on campus in the dark. As we walked she seemed overly friendly and the worry was gone from her face and voice. "Is it the late hour that made you afraid to walk back alone? You usually don't work this late." I asked. "No, it was the chance to get to be with you, talk to you and get to know you. I've waited for you to ask me out or something. I know you always check me out and make a point of saying hello and goodbye. I decided to make that last push FOR you after my little smiles and posing didn't work." She said with a little chuckle and a wink, along with a sexy grin. I was embarrassed that I was that naïve and maybe a little too self-centered to not realize she had given me more than one opportunity to start a conversation and ask for a date or some interaction. Just outside of her dorm, just out of the reach of the security light, we necked for 20 minutes and when I dropped my hands to the balls of her shapely ass she stopped me. "This is as far as I go on the first date, but I certainly hope there will be a second." She said in a cute little voice. I assured her that I would see her at the gym the next day, if not beforehand in the one class we shared. I promised that I would make the formal request for a 2nd date then. "Good! I'll give you my phone number then." She said happily. I walked her to the door, gave her a peck and watched her disappear inside and go up the stairs. It was actually the first time I had thought about sex in a while with everything going on in my life. I went back to my dorm and fell asleep jacking off thinking about the cute ass I saw bounce up the stairs of her dorm. We went out for coffee a few times at the cafeteria and I walked her back home a few nights as before with some furious necking in the dark, but my move to get touchie-feelie always meant the end of the session. I felt she was sending mixed messages, or I was just too horny to be in a relationship. Maybe, I thought, I should just find an easy lay at the bar to take care of my problems. But, on the Thursday before we would go home for Holiday break I asked her to a mixer my frat was throwing Friday night. It wasn't going to be a typical "kegger" because most of us were leaving on Saturday and we didn't want the frat house destroyed. (As a student athlete I was not able to live at a Frat House, I had to stay in what we referred to as "The Olympic Village"). When prospective student-athletes came to check out South Carolina with their parents they saw our dorms as classy, clean, and respectable with an exercise room. Four machines for 30 athletes to a building meant we ALL went to the gym to work-out, but it looked great. At the mixer we both drank a few vodka drinks before switching to bottled beer, but had a good time watching a Bowl Game on the big screen, dancing a bit, and mostly mingling with fellow engineering students and my Frat brothers. Everyone made a point of not letting the party get out of hand. The university wanted a clean break for the Holidays and we were one frat willing to make sure it stayed that way. Animal House, we were not. At one point as it got late and we both had just enough to drink she asked me, "Is this the part where you ask me up to see your room?" I had to tell her that athletes didn't live at Fraternities and that I lived in "The Olympic Village". "A walk over there may sober me up." Was her reply. "If you have to be drunk to be alone with me I guess I'm not the "all that" I thought I was." I replied. She smiled and plastered her mouth on mine and stuck her tongue down my throat and then whispered, "You're getting fucked tonight; even if it's outside in the cold so don't try to cop an attitude with me. I just don't want to be too drunk to enjoy it." We walked back to my dorm all the while trying to get her bearings so she would know her way back to her building. Finally I said, "I'll walk you back to your building in the morning, don't worry about it." Her face filled with a huge smile and said, "You really like me and don't just have me here for the sex, huh?" I laughed, saying "You thought I would send you home in the middle of the night? I could have taken you upstairs at the Frat. I really like you June." "I like you too Rance. I'm kind of sorry we won't see each other for a few weeks. I haven't met a serious relationship guy yet down here. I'm not looking to get married, I just want to have someone to depend on who can depend on me, listen to me, share my thoughts with. It makes me feel confident and sexy." I smiled back to her and hugged her. "That's what I need too. If it ends up being more, fine. But now, we both know what we want." "Olympic Village" was separate from all the others on campus dorms, sort of off the beaten pathway, so to speak. You had to going there to pass it by. It had taken us about 20 minutes to walk there from the Frat mixer and she was surprised there were more dorms beyond where you may have thought you had seen them all. She had envisioned something special for the athletes, but our Dorms were the same floor plan as all the others, but she was surprised that I was a neat freak. "I pictured athletic socks everywhere." She laughed as she took in my little room. My response to her comment was to kiss her deeply as I sat on the bed with her. I rolled back on the bed and finally was able to reach around and hold that gorgeous ass. "You can have your squeeze now bad boy." She whispered between kisses. I laughed right into her mouth, knowing my hand was slapped away a couple other times and we continued our little slap and tickle party until she pushed me away and stood. "Let's take off our clothes and go to bed, or even better, can we shower first?" "The showers are just semi-private stalls, if someone comes in they'll see us." I warned her. "If someone else comes in to shower at 1:00 in the morning they're probably having sex too. Praise the Lord and pass the soap, I'm in." She said with a big grin as she stripped. I was intent on watching her get undressed, but trying not to act like she was only the 3rd or 4th live girl I ever saw undress. Her breasts were incredibly wide with large areolas and pert nipples "Well," She said looking at me funny, "Are you going to shower in your clothes or what?" I quickly got undressed and as soon as my long sleeve tailed shirt came off she took it and put it on saying, "This will be my bathrobe, and God! I hope you have towels." I was just shucking down my boxers as I told her I had just done a wash and they were all clean, pointing to the basket. She grabbed a towel and threw one to me as I was putting on my shower robe. I caught it and as I did my hard-on popped out the opening of my robe. "Hey, you better put that thing away, people will think you like me." She said as she headed for the door. I loved her devil-may-care attitude and lack of need for comportment. She had her way and it wasn't rude or unmannerly, but it was definitely her way. We showered without being interrupted and it was the first I ever showered with a woman. We embraced under the hot water and watched each other wash and even helped each other as we got to know each other's bodies. At one point after turning back to her after a rinse she had two hands full of suds and went right for my cock and balls, soaping, stroking, and fondling them. "This is going to last until we get back in bed, I hope." She said with a wink and a smile. I nervously nodded as she turned me back to rinse off as she stroked of any suds. Once rinsed, she bent over and took the head in her mouth and gave it a little tongue swirl. She popped her head back up and said, "That better wait for later, I don't need that to shit the bed early." At that point I think she saw another look of amazement on my face and sort of broke the scene by taking my biceps in her hand and making sure I was looking her straight in the eye. "You haven't been with a lot of women and you think that I've been with a 100 guys. I haven't. You're my third, but I was with one older guy for a long time. I know my way around and as long as you wipe that look off your face we can have a great time, hopefully a lot of them. This is me. I'm not going to act like a naïve little cheerleader (funny she would make that reference) and act like I haven't had sex before, or know what I like, what I don't like. Okay Rance? I really like you and think it would be great if we could be each other's keystones while we're here at school. You don't have to tell anyone I'm your girlfriend and never let me stand in the way of your exploring another situation. Just give me the courtesy of telling me as I would to you. Are we on the same page?" The iron in my cock fell away as I took her words in and listened to the most street smart woman I ever met. She held back no pretense. This is what it is, take it or leave it. I was going to take it. I had only walked her home a couple times, had coffee a couple times and lunch, but if felt like a month of "dating" after being "single" for so long. "June at a time in my life where I'm so confused and don't know what I need, I suddenly know I need you, not just tonight, but as a friend and whatever else we become." I said as she took her hands off my biceps and hugged me close. "We need each other. Just a couple of engineering eggheads with a study load made to drive you nuts. Thanks for understanding." She said with a crack in her voice that said she was still a vulnerable girl under her suit of bullishness. We dried and she wrapped her towel around her and took my shirt off the hook and we ran back to my room. She went to her purse and got a comb and took another towel to dry her hair. She bent over to let it fall to dry it easier and her body wrap fell off. As she worked the towel she was bending and moving in ways I got to see the all of her body, even some parts I missed in the shower. She combed out her hair in the mirror over my sink beside the toilet as I watched, amused at things I never saw before. Megan never did any of this in front of me; I only saw her "picture ready". "I'll be there in a second" was the call from my phone booth of a bathroom and I decided I probably was supposed to be in bed. I slipped into my little twin bed (dorm size) and waited anxiously for June. When she walked from the bath to my bed she had an odd look on her face. "I'm the first girl you're had here? Don't be embarrassed to answer, your naiveté is cute. I told you my story. I'm not out picking up guys like this. You're cute and you're sexy and the intensity on your face when you worked at the gym made me think naughty thoughts. When you didn't take my smiling hints that I was interested I just made the first step. Once in bed I won't, unless you need help." She chuckled. I know I turned a crimson red, but quickly recovered. "I may have had a lot of girls here, so there!" I said, impishly defending my honor as she slid in beside me. "Not when you never had your cock sucked before. I saw that look on your face." She said with a smirk and she pulled herself up on top of me, getting face to face. She was wrong, it was my second, but it was the first time I didn't beg for it. Chapter Two "Rance, let the fact I'm a little more experienced than you work in your favor. I'm not picking on you, really." She said as she attached her mouth to mine and I had the sexiest kiss I ever had. Her body was so warm on mine as she squirmed on top of me. I felt my cock rest in the crack of her as a few times and her wonderful breasts squishing and expanding over my chest. They were so big when she laid this way and when she pressed herself top me they spread out like a marshmallow pressed between your hands. One last kiss seemed to last longer than any other and she seemed to shiver, and I actually think she had an orgasm as she looked at me with a real red face and rolled off me, pulling me onto her. Her voice was a higher pitch when she said, "Get down there and be sweet with that pussy, finish what you started." I was sure I didn't want her to know this would be the first time I ever went down on a woman. I slinked down her, stopping to pay homage to each nipple and tongued her belly button. The pinkish coral of her pussy smelled of sweet sex, or at least how I imagined it would smell. Watching porn had told me that long strokes of the tongue on her clit would do wonders, and I didn't disappoint. I lapped her juices and kept the pressure on her button until her hand went to the back of my head, holding my lips tight to that exposed nerve. She finally began to try and escape, but I dug my fingers into the cheeks of her ass holding her until she screamed. (Watching all that porn did me SOME good) She just looked at me with thankful eyes and wanting my lips on hers. We kissed as she was still puffing a little from her peak and he hand went down between us and gripped my cock. She had the head between her first two fingers as her thumb rubbed over the tip. She broke the kiss and whispered in the sexiest voice ever. "Bring this up to me." Again, porno's had me primed for the next move as I straddled her chest and she took my cock in her mouth. She was so good, so loving as she mouthed me, licked, sucked me, encouraged me to fuck her mouth, and finally moved in a way that told me she wanted me between her breasts. She cradled them like precious stones and when my cock laid in them she spit and closed her handfuls of titty around me. As soon as I began to move she opened her mouth to give the tip a kiss on each stroke. "Save some of that stroke for my pussy, she needs you bad. I can suck you anytime if you eat pussy like you did." She said on that low voice that would excite a statue. I moved up one more time and pushed my entire length into her mouth that she gladly accepted before I backed down and knelt between her legs, taking my cock in hand and applying a bit of spit to her slit. Now I had fucked Megan a couple hundred times, but she was never as warm, as soft, and as receptive as this little pussy of Junes. She could squeeze me with her muscles. She wasn't tight, she was, . . . . I guess firm is the word. After two strokes I had to stop and just feel how nice she felt because if I hadn't stopped, I would have come right there. "Take your time Rance, we have all night and I cum over and over once I start." She said to which I thought it funny any man would give her up. For the first time in my sexual life I didn't fuck like I was a man running to or from a fire. I must have lasted 10 minutes, and all time record for me before I felt my need rising fast. She saw me flush and catch my breath. "Shoot on my belly. I'm on the patch, but . . . ." She said before I yanked from her and stroked myself once before I shot right up to her chin, making her squeal. She looked at me and laughed and then giggled as she reached down to stroke me a couple times herself and then she swished to fingers in the puddle just below her breasts and tasted me and grinned. "Come here and snuggle up after you get me that towel I dropped there." She said. I did just what she asked and we snuggled for a few minutes. I thought we might just doze off but she rested her chin on my shoulder and said, "Let me explain few things to you so don't have questions in your mind. I was with one man, a man almost 10 years older from when I was 17 until last year, almost 5 years. I lived with him from the day I turned 18 until the night he beat the shit out of me. Come to find out he had a history of that and he's in jail now for a long time. If I seem "experienced" it's because we lived as a married couple and, well, I think you can figure out, I enjoy it, but I don't pass it out like I did tonight, you're pretty special. I was serious when I said you were number 3. Why did he beat me up? I went to party, a bachelorette party, and came home late and he'd been drinking. He accused me of running around. That night I found he had a record, and a history. The shelter told me it was just a matter of time. The next day I accepted the scholarship and you're the first man I've been with. It was worth the wait." She confessed and finished with a tender kiss to the cheek. I didn't say anything except to hug her, as I could see she got emotional. She smiled at me and we both fell asleep. Over the next few months I learned more about June and her issues of trust, but also of tenderness, and the out and out sexual proficiency and skill that would keep any man from looking elsewhere for ways to satisfy their urges. When I came back from the Christmas Holiday I had driven all night leaving just after dinner so I could be in Chapel Hill bright and early. I was stunned to find June's dorm room vacant and after looking forward to seeing her and being with her I felt myself slipping into a deep funk. She had told me she would be back right after New Years. I sulked back to my car and drove around to "Olympic Village" ready to dive into the pool of self pity having lost another friend I thought I trusted. But, there she sat on the steps of my building shivering in the cool January South Carolina morning air in just a hoodie. She ran up to me and kissed me so excited with her news. Her girlfriend had quit school, deciding she was doing so poorly she couldn't recover, and had signed a lease on an off campus apartment. It had been paid for the rest of the school year and gave it to June for a pittance. She had just moved in and knew I was driving in all night for the first baseball practice. June had come to Chapel Hill a few days earlier and moved. "I have a lot of studying and projects to catch up on and wanted to meet you here." She said brightly, bur her face quickly turned sullen. "What's the matter Junie?" I asked knowing from the little I knew of her that something was askew. "I can't lie to you, I missed you so goddam much I couldn't wait to see you. You're the first thing in my life, since I've been here, to make me smile and think of something besides school and the shambles my life has been in. I know we've only spent a few hours together, and the best night of sex ever, but all of a sudden, you're like my favorite teddy bear. You are truth, you are security. Don't get me wrong, I'm not in some sort of doe-eyed puppy love. You're just very centering for me. Before we get any more involved you should know I've been to the depths of depression and worked my way back. I had thoughts of suicide, taking female lovers, running off and living in the wilds, all kinds of crazy shit. But, I had this scholarship to fall back on and with the help of people at school, I got it back after Willie had me pass on it. Ummm, Willie is the man I lived with. My parents did little to help me besides pile on the "I told you so's". Like when I go home, like for Christmas, we barely interact. No gifts or even big welcomes or goodbyes. My Dad says he could never love me like his little girl again. Sounds depressing, but I've learned to live with it. When they found out their 16 year old was sleeping with a 27 year old they damn near disowned me. When I turned 18, they threw me out with a "him or them" ultimatum. They could have had him arrested, but they made all the decisions mine. I was a stupid fucking kid who needed their guidance and love and we both fell down on that one. Anyway, I won't hang around if you don't want me to, but your friendship means an awful lot to me. When I trusted no man, I looked at your face, heard your voice, and felt safe near you. Don't ask me why, but it just is." "I'll do you a favor and not feel sorry for you; it sounds like the pity parties drove you crazy. Just let me tell you I lost my best friend in life last year. Just school and baseball are keeping me sane. You've centered me as well, but the last thing I need is a love affair, but a teddy bear I can do. As long as we both know where we stand, I'm still in. If more happens, well . . . . ." I told her, glad I knew some of her story. "If you drove all night and have practice in 5 hours, you ought to get some sleep. I'll lie with you if you think we can keep our hands off each other till later." She said with a wink. "I did sleep 12 hours before I left, but you're right, I have to get rest to make any kind of showing today." I agreed. We went into my dorm and after a few kisses I fell asleep and I assume she did as well as we were both roused by the alarm I set earlier. After practice she helped me unload my car and then showed me to her new place. It was small (huge compared to our dorms) but very neat and homey. After a few weeks I basically began to live with June. I told Coach Winters of my situation and he only required I be in my dorm room the night before a game. June didn't stay with me all of those nights, but certainly most of them. We turned out to be a well functioning couple, keeping house and even preparing our own meals at night. We both had dorm meal deals and took advantage of the cafeteria for breakfast and lunch with the exception of our first coffee of the day. I suppose we were much like a married couple, and happy with our situation. Though we never mentioned the L word outside of passionate situations, I think there was a high level of trust in each other's hearts that surpassed many serious couples. Neither of us were naïve enough to not think that sooner or later a day of reckoning for our "situation" would come, even if it waited until graduation. My baseball career at Chapel Hill could not have gone any better. I got the opening day start and just rolled from there. Twenty games in I had 5 wins and had only given up just 3 runs all season. I took no-hitters into the 5th inning a couple times and had 4 real strong pitches. My fastball was a consistent 94, with an 82 mph changeup, a devastating slider, and a pretty good curve. I started a few games in right field, and was a defensive replacement from time to time. I wasn't the phenom with the bat that I was in High School, but I was respectable. My only blip on the season was in my 3rd start where I took a line drive off my pitching arm and rib cage in my 7th and final inning. We were on the road and the ball came back hard and I seemed to cradle it between my arm, my ribs, and the back of my glove. I really thought my ribs had taken the worst of it and insisted on staying in and getting the last out. I made one more pitch and induced a pop up to the catcher. Right after the game my arm swelled up badly and we iced it and went to a local hospital for x-rays. They came back negative and by the time we bussed home my arm was sore, as well as my ribs, but the swelling was gone. I didn't use my arm for 6 days, worked out my usual throwing regime and declared myself ready. After an uneventful side session and simulated game with no side effects, I was back to my dominating form. I was being scouted by lots of Major League teams and was the subject of more than a few articles in national sports publications. However I was more than happy with my studies, my pitching, and coming home to June every night. I had no thoughts of forfeiting my status and putting myself in the MLB draft. I pitched a Saturday afternoon home game that we won 7-2. I went 5 shut-out innings and with a 7 run lead Coach Winters gave me the rest of the game off. It was my 5th win and was one of the first games where June was able to come and watch, seeming to be my loudest supporter as I walked off each inning. After the game we went out for a quick burger to celebrate and she asked we stop at the Sam's big box store where we could use our ID's as member cards. "You better get us a cart, I have 6 or 8 things on the list." June said as we walked in. I pulled the first cart out and it was stuck to another, so I jostled it loose and began to walk away when it was obvious there was a wheel with a flat side. So, I went back to get another and again 2 were stuck together and I gave them a good hard shake, picking up the back wheels of one and shaking off the front cart. I heard a loud pop and felt the wrath of God in my pitching elbow and up and down my arm with pain so intense I nearly passed out each time I moved it. I sunk to the floor in a hell fired agony I hadn't ever felt before or since. People ran to my aid, most thinking I had a heart attack, grabbing my arm and all. I remember seeing June and the looks of horror on her face before I finally did pass out with shock setting in. June's horror was seeing my arm seeming to blowup internally and filling with blood. It was like I was bleeding out within myself. When I came to consciousness my arm was heavily splinted and boarded at a slight angle at my side. June was there, as was Coach Winters. Once I got cobwebs lose and seemed lucid enough to understand they explained my situation. Weeks before, when I was hit with the line drive the ortho's theorize that my ulna may have split when I took the line drive earlier in the season. It yakked at me by swelling, but lots of ice took care of that and it may have healed by itself, had I not kept pitching. I felt minor soreness in my arm after every other start, but nothing to give me alarm or protest to Coach. The crack probably elongated a bit with each start and when I jerked the carts, it splintered and the force shattered the radius, causing the ulnar collateral ligament to also pop. The pain, the trauma, the internal loss of blood, all combined to send me into shock. June proclaimed to be my wife to the EMT's and ambulance personnel and they apparently sold it to the admitting office, all to make sure she would have access to me and help make important decisions for me. In truth, I would have trusted her to make any decision anyway. Obviously at the time I was first being informed my mind was an out of control blender of unanswered questions and I was beginning to freak out. My one surgeon who had just entered the room to check on me was going to give me more sedation when June stepped in. "Please, give me a few moments to talk to him, I think I can talk to him and calm him down. He doesn't need to get all clouded up again." "Mrs. Glynn, he could hurt himself not wanting to accept what's happened." The doctor in green scrubs said as he was drawing a syringe to plunge into my IV port. "PLEASE!" She pleaded passionately. "OK, 1 minute. You DO realize I'm a Doctor?" "I know that but you have to realize I have more skin in this game than you and understand his fears." She said, making sure he knew she was not pleased in being challenged. June bent close to me and took my good hand in hers, getting face to face, eye to eye. "Rance, you have to get hold of yourself and wrap your mind around the realities here. You may not be pitching any time soon or ever. But, you still have a great education to work with, and me to help you through this. You got me through a lot, centered me, and gave me hope. I believe in myself now, I believe in life now. I'm here with you now and won't leave your side until you're stable. You know how I love you, believe in you, and I'll be as a wife would be. I believe in you as you believe in me. Now do we face this together?" I exhaled deeply and lost the steel in my rigid and tense body. I looked at my arm, then to June and I smiled to her. My surgeon took it in and stepped back. "OK, for now Mrs. Glynn, but the nurses will keep a close eye. I realize you've got lots of things to work out. But you both have to realize how serious the condition of his limb is and he must not stress himself. He needs rest and unless he can take himself from the stress, I'll do what I can to make sure what healing and reconstruct can happen, but I need a clean slate to work from. Do we all understand that?" The surgeon firmly stated. "We'll both work for that, I promise and will respect your decisions." June said as she petted my hand. The doctor then swiftly left, but not before stopping to talk to a nurse and shaking his finger at her with instructions. Coach Winters who had backed off from the situation got up and approached us both. "I hate to throw a blanket on this party, but his parents are waiting for a call from "his wife" with an update before they come down here." My head fell back into my pillow in resignation. "Oh fuck! Maybe I should let him put me out, for about 3 weeks! Who told THEM we were married. My mother must be flipping out." "Not as bad as you think. I spoke with them at length," June told me. "They know we really aren't married, that we've lived together for about 3 months and that we are good for each other. They worried you were going down the frat boy path and I assured them that it was just the opposite, that we were study and sports active. They know partying was way down our list." "I'll bet my Mom freaked!" I said, getting excited. "Calm down, Rance!" June told me, "You have to trust me and know that I wouldn't do or say anything to jeopardize your relationship. Understand that the University had to call your parents and the fact your "wife" came up in the conversation made them think they called the wrong people. That's why I called them right away and told them the whole story. I actually think they understand the situation. They don't have to like it, but they know it. Your Dad actually had a good conversation with me and is waiting to hear from me or you with details of your condition, and obviously they want to come down." "Should I call them now?" I asked. "I'm thinking they might accept our situations if I call them and assure them you're OK. Well, OK in as far as being safe and mostly sound." June said stroking Rance across his forehead. I rolled his eyes and looked to Coach Winters. "I'm never going to pitch again, am I?" "Well, at least not soon, Son. Not soon. We'll know after the surgeries." "I haven't had any surgeries?" "Just to stabilize and set it, some of the muscle repair will be done soon. Don't worry about that now." Coach said. "Oh God. It's like I was in some sort of accident and I should be thankful I'm alive. I went shopping!!" I lamented. "Stop stressing!" June said, "They said it was going to happen eventually, your arm was a time bomb. The team should have insisted on an MRI when it happened." "If he had asked, we would have, but, they ARE right. It should have been standard procedure. The U expects you to lawyer up, but they fear everyone will lawyer up. Concentrate on doing what you have to do to get well." Coach said. The nurse came in to shoo off visitors and June immediately protested, saying she would sleep in the chair. "As long as you're his wife, parent, or sibling, we allow it. But, you have to stay out of our way. We'll be in during the night to check vitals and keep him comfortable." The nurse stated before she left with a professional abruptness to show she was serious with no exceptions. Coach left and June pulled her chair up and leaned to rest her head on his stomach. I stroked her hair and asked, "Do you like the idea of being my wife?" "This isn't the worst marriage proposal of all time is it?" June asked without moving a muscle or showing any emotion. "No, I meant it just as I asked. Would you like being a wife?, . . . . and obviously if you would it would be my wife at this time and place." June picked her head up to be sure they were alone and saw the door was closed. She rested her head back on my belly, still looking away at nothing in particular in deep thought. "Rance, you're such a good man, smart with goals, and you treat me so well, . . . of course. But marriage is a long way off, I think. I really want a career in engineering, there's an outfit in California that's been touting me. Back in the day they wanted me to intern and go to UC Berkely, but I threw that away when I went with Willie. They recently told me to keep them in mind. It's what I want so it may work out." "Sounds like a great goal. You know I think the world of you too. If I HAD to pick a wife right now I WOULD choose you. You're smart and well centered, serious about life when so many girls are gold diggers and looking for arm candy." I said praising her and really thankful we had hooked up. "I'll be your wife until we graduate, and then we'll re-evaluate. How's that?" She asked with a chuckle. "I hope that works out, it'll be fine. We do well together." I said hopeful it lasted at least that long. "Plus, we have great sex. I love fucking you. Seeing you laid up like this I want to make you happy. I think you'll be getting a blow-job during the night after watching me play with myself." "Really?" I asked, not doubting her resolve and knowing how perpetually horny she was. "Maybe I could be the one to play with you, I DO have one good arm." "We'll see, once they dim the hall lights and we can pull the privacy curtain." She said, still not moving or showing outward emotion (she was obviously emotionally drained and exhausted having to experience the whole ordeal). We both had long days into night, with me not yet realizing over 24 hours had passed since the nightmare had started. EMT and hospital personnel hadn't went crazy contacting anyone since they had my "wife" there with me. I would later find that June contacted my parents and Coach Winters in the first place the morning after. The night nurse came into the room about 9:30 to check vitals and ask if I were comfortable. Then she asked me a series of questions to determine my stress levels and mental state. Completing her questions she took out a blanket for June noting that unless I called, they wouldn't be in for 2 hours to check on me. The pulled the privacy curtain three quarters and closed the door on the way out. It wasn't an outright OK for any hanky-panky, but there was a human factor involved with her actions. June covered up in the blanket and slouched back into the reclining chair (meant more for patients than guests, obviously) "If we weren't having sex, would you still be with me?" She asked candidly. "Well, living together connotes sleeping together, so I probably wouldn't be living with you if we didn't, but I would still call you my friend, if that's what you're driving at." I answered. "If love is trust and trust is love, then I love you, and that's why I have sex with you. I could never let any man into my body in any way if I didn't trust them. I trust you Rance. Almost from the first time I spoke with you I had a feeling about you that was so real. You've never done a thing to make me doubt that. So "acting" like your wife is easy. There is no place in the world I would rather be right now than by your side, helping you, easing your pain, and making you happy. You, in turn, make me happy emotionally, physically, and sexually. You take the stress of this student life away and I have thought about the possibility of us being forever. But in fairness to our futures, let's never talk beyond graduation, OK?" She said looking at me, but seemingly beyond where I lay. "That will be fine, June. It's fine because I trust you the same way. No games. We are so real together." I said, so eased at her words. She stood up and undid the little short-short jeans she was wearing and came to the bed and picked up my good hand and took my middle finger deep into her mouth, running her tongue around it. If my cock had been asleep from the medications and physical ordeal I had been through, it was awake now. With her foot she pulled the little 4-legged patient step down from under the bed and stood up on it, her little shorts coming down a few more inches by her movements. She pulled my finger from her mouth and brought it down, showing me the way to her smooth little pussy. I found it wet and warm with my finger sinking in to gather juices and withdrawing to oscillate around her little hard button. Besides my licking and teasing it with my tongue, I knew what she liked best. She braced her knees to the side of the bed and reached under the sheet and fumbled for my cock around the bed clothes. Once out, even I got the acrid smell of sweat and stale urine. I knew getting my blowjob like this was out of the question, but I wanted to get her off. Where she was and the position of my arm gave my elbow freedom to jackhammer in and out of her pussy and still be rubbing her clit. It didn't take long for her orgasm to weaken her stance over me and fall forward with her hands on one side of me over my belly and her knees planted next to my other side, her feet barely on the step up stool. Once I knew she had her nut I stopped and grinned at my work. Once her spasm subsided she realized her precarious position and stood back up and off the stool, knowing that position would be hard to explain had someone walked in. She bent and kissed me whispering "you always get me so good!". June said nothing as she went to the bathroom pulling up her little shorts. I heard water running and in a flash she was back 2 wet wash clothes and a larger hand towel. She took the first wet cloth ran it around my cock and balls as I enjoyed her ministrations. She set that cloth aside and took the second wet one and repeated the same motions, re-cleaning my junk. Then with the dry towel she gently wiped and dried me clean. In the half light of the room I saw her smile and she took the towels back to the bathroom and returned. "I'd love to get right on the bed for this, but I couldn't hop off fast enough if someone came in." She said as she took my cock in her little hand and bent over the bed. She planted little kisses up and down the shaft before dropping her mouth all the way over the head length. I could have cum right there, it felt so good after all I had been through. Although my boarded arm began to lightly throb, I didn't care if it fell off at the moment with her mouth sliding up and down on me, her talented tongue working overtime all the while. Sex with June had always been incredible. She was experienced and talented and best of all, always horny. I had sex with Megan scores of times, but she never enjoyed and relished sex like June. To me, it was proof I was doing it all right, Megan was just not as responsive, worrying about how her hair might look afterward, if her make-up were smeared. Besides after she sucked my cock at our tryst in Denver with little coaxing, I knew it wasn't her first time and she had cheated on me, probably a lot, at UCLA. But it mattered little at the time. I finally realized how shallow she was. June, on the other hand, was loving and patient, telling me what she liked and constantly worried about MY needs. She was experienced and opened new doors for me, licking my ass and showing me how she liked that too, even going as far as anal sex a couple times when with her coaxing my anal finger play got her in the mood. Willie may have been a controlling shithead who beat this lovely woman, but there was a time when he showed her the ways of pleasure. If there was any sex I wondered about, June knew it. I worried that someday Willie might get out of jail and come calling for her only to have her desert me. Those worries were dashed when we went to Florida for a Spring Break the year after my injury. When she first began to burn in her little bikini, marks appeared on her body in her reddening skin. Belt marks on her ass, the backs of her legs and her belly and breasts. Once it turned to tan they faded to where you could barely see them, but she told me, all the while crying, of the beating she took with a belt that he had soaked in a solution of masonry acid wash. He premeditated beating her before she ever got home that night, waiting with that belt. Some welts that showed even had the marks of the holes in the belt. That night she cried, I cried, thinking of how anyone could do this to her, or anyone you say you might love. After she told me of the skin treatments she had to lessen the marks and the continued cocoa butter massages. I assured her that they made no difference to me and that I would never, ever do anything so vile. After a good cry that night we made tender love and it was the first time I really felt a loving bond with her. I spent the rest of that Florida trip spoiling her and tending to her every need, so much that she asked me to back off; I was smothering her in protection. But I think she appreciated the fact that the marks that showed up on her body hurt me as much as they did her. While driving back at a particularly quiet and pensive moment she sort of blurted out, "25 years before parole and if he ever gets out, I'll hunt him down." "What!" I asked, not even close to her thoughts at the moment. "That no-good son of a bitch beat a wife and her kids, then 2 other women before me. He was suspected of killing another woman, but all the evidence was flawed and his lawyer used the faulty court system to get him out on probation that they never followed up on him. He should never have been free when he found me. THAT'S the thing that tears me apart when I dwell on it." I pulled over and calmed her down and assured her that we would never end up like that and she had no reason to fear him now. After that day little was ever said about him and at that moment in the hospital bed he was the farthest thing from either of our minds as her sucking, licking, and stroking was about to produce a ball draining orgasm. I groaned deeply and loudly, wondering if the nurses might hear it, and shot a monster load into her sucking little mouth as I watched her cheeks hollow and swallow a couple times. She always swallowed whatever she drew from me and always kept sucking and licking until I could take no more. She was a complete and patient lover. She could also say the same of me. She loved getting oral sex as she did giving it. Obliging her was a pleasure as she had the sweetest juices I ever tasted on any woman and the most prominent clit I'll probably ever see. If a man were homophobic about going down on her it would be because he thought he was sucking a little dick. She called it her "gummy bear" and it was at least as big as one. We spent a lot of hours with our faces in each others junk. June was special in so many ways. My parents even took to her once they got over the fact their "little boy" was living a carnal life with her. In the end when I was able to go home after my surgeries they accepted the fact I would be living with her and even told her how happy they were that she could take care of me. She had learned some of the physical therapy I would need daily besides my twice a week trips to a real PT specialist. My Mom asked me if June and I were the "real thing". I told her that beyond graduation we had no plans. However, now with my baseball future in serious doubt, I needed to seek out a recruiter like had found her. If we ended up in the same vicinity, our relationship might prosper and flourish. Chapter Three Things do not always go the way we want them and in the end June and I tied for Valedictorian of our class and she had a guaranteed job in Southern California and I was recruited by a firm in New Hampshire, who eventually moved back near my parents home in New York. Although we both admitted that we loved each other, we both had career obsessions. At first I still had delusions of pitching again and thought going to California would afford me the time to get back in shape. The offer I got from Mahoney, Jenkins and Smith Construction Services was far too great to pass on. I worked out at night with my old High School coach for 8 weeks after settling back in New York. Each night as I began throwing I began to feel like my old self, but as soon as I began to throw any kind of breaking ball my arm began to throb. Orthopedists took x-rays and saw the radius bone had become much thicker than previous, a result of dependency of the ulna becoming less than normal since that bone took much longer to heel. If the day I took the line drive I had an MRI, discovered the split, and rested for 2 or 3 weeks I would have been normal. But I insisted I was OK and opted out of the MRI after the x-ray didn't show anything. June and I had a torrid 2 and a half year relationship with nary a harsh word said between us. We got along like the happiest couple on earth, but she had put her mind on recapturing what she threw away when she defied her parents and went to live with Willie. Everything seemed to go her way from the time she put her mind to fixing her life. The only thing she hadn't planned on was meeting me and falling in love. As much as it broke her heart, and mine as well, to end our relationship, we parted amicably, promising that perhaps in another time in our lives, or another life, we might find each other. We talked a few times a week at first and that slowed to a couple times a month. Just before Christmas, almost 3 years since the day we first kissed she called me and told me she had met a good man. She called because she thought she might sleep with him and it meant she had really moved on and hoped that I had too. At first I was furious at her after hanging up, but soon realized she would not have called me if she still didn't care for me and those feelings were going to last for a long time. I never heard from June again after that call and calls to her old cell number went null and after 6 months another person had the number. Through our jobs we knew how to contact each other, but never did again. I had become involved in the development, design and construction of a huge chip plant in upstate New York. Half way through construction they were bought by a firm from Norway and decided to expand the operation to twice our original design. I was given an office and a team to work on the site to develop the expansion to adjacent land. I came up with a plan to connect both buildings with a bridge over the 4 lane highway between the properties. We only needed to settle on a price for the air space over the state highway in a first ever of its kind deal in the county. I had become quite obsessed with the project and worked many 12 and 14 hour or more days. One night, or I should say early one morning just after 2 a.m. I left the building and drove my usual way home and I noticed a billboard reading, "Coming Soon to Channel 5, The Six O'clock News with Chelly Katz." The billboard also featured a huge head shot of Chelsea Katzenbaum. I had seen her on network newscasts over the two years since college. She had been reporting from a lot of Middle East locations and I always thought she looked good, but all too serious from the Chelsea I knew. And now, with the name Chelly Katz she was realizing her dream. I was happy for her and thought I might look her up to congratulate her if I ever got a free moment. That was a testament to procrastination since the chip plant facility was right next to the office plaza where Channel 5 was. Every time I passed by I thought of her saying, "I'll have to look her up". Chelsea had been there for about 6 months and on a morning when I was actually going in at what was "supposed" to be my starting time with the rest of the drafts men. I sat at the light waiting to turn into the plant and I heard a toot of a car horn. Looking up I saw the little smile of Chelsea Katzenbaum. Before I could wave back the light changed and she was off. I made the mental note to call her again and once again immersed myself in my work. Drafting, surveying, drawing blueprints seems like it might be any easy job, but most days I might rather push loads of brinks up steep stairs. To figure and refigure and then go stand in an empty field and try to imagine what I knew would be feasible in my mind was frustrating when you couldn't translate it to paper (actually computer cad programs). Then suddenly it all falls together and it's like rolling marbles downhill. I was having one of those days when the doubling of the project seemed to fall onto the keyboard and hit the screen, suddenly making sense, when a secretary from NorFab (the new merged companies name) came in and said there was a reporter with a camera crew at the front desk who wanted me specifically. They wanted to do a piece on the expansion as the clearance for the bridge over University Boulevard had just passed the city council the night before. At first I sort of blew her off, telling her they should have made an appointment. Then I thought of Chelsea and ran out to catch the Executive Assistant (if I called her a secretary to her face I would lose her nice ways with me). "Hey, is that reporter named Katzenbaum?" I echoed up the hall way. She took the card from her hand and said, "No, just Katz." "Alright send her in." The secretary who had given me the eye many times, just smiled and shook her head and said under her breath, but amplified in the hallway, "Is that what it takes, a TV star?" I was put out by the remark and might speak to her later in private about it, but I wanted to get back with the crew as things were just going too well. About 8 minutes passed and I began to wonder about the supposed visitor when security came in asking me if I authorized the visitor and didn't I know the plant was under a strict NO CAMERA policy. I assured Barney Fife that the camera would be a fixed camera for head shots only. Those signs were all over the lobby before you stepped into the labs and manufacturing rooms, but he insisted on carrying the camera in and making sure Channel 5 wasn't going to go into the Chip-Fab business next week. In a moment the camera man, mic-boom, and Chelsea came into the room, but my eyes went right to Chelsea. She still a knock-out little body, if not just a bit wider than her super slim high school days, and that cute smile she had used to win over Matt Bardon almost 10 years ago. She and I were the closest to Matt and neither of us were able to attend his funeral. Once out eyes met we embraced and both started crying, sort of a mini-wake for Matt. He was what we both thought of at the moment our eyes touched that morning. She hugged me tightly saying in a low whisper, "Fuck, I'll have to reshoot my reaction shots back at the studio, my eyes are a mess. How are you? So glad to see you. I've thought about you and Matt so much over the years. Don't ask about Megan, she dropped out of school and lives in some commune now she had 4 kids, with 4 fathers." We managed to collect ourselves and do a short interview with me giving her some idea of the plans in the works, but an open invitation for the station to come back when more of the project could be made public. As they packed up the equipment she came over and took me aside. "Please let me buy you dinner some night. I would love to catch up. I just don't know anyone here anymore." She asked. "Sure, How about this weekend? Friday night, Saturday, either can work." I said. "I have to do the 10 o'clock news on Friday, covering for a vacation, but Saturday would be nice. I'm in University Plaza. Suite E on Floor P, it's easy, it rhymes." She said softly to be private. I wrote if down anyway and looked up and asked "Six o'clock?" "That would be fine. I'll pick the restaurant and make the reservation, my treat." She said before turning on her heel and walking out up the hall with her crew, oh, and Barney Fife followed as well. It felt so good to see her, get close and smell her and touch her hand. I suddenly remembered how much I like women. I had been over 2 years since June and been laid once, and I think I was too drunk to finish. It was at a Frat mixer for the same Greek I was in at NC. Except for the long scars on my right arm I was still in good shape and pretty fair looking, even if I do have to comp myself. I know the secretary at the entrance has made eyes at me, but I sort of ignored her. I decided I would stop and strike up a conversation the next time we saw each other. We worked for different firms so it should be OK. Just I shouldn't call her a secretary, then I'm sure nothing would happen. That night I dreamt of eating pussy and when I looked up it wasn't June, it was Chelsea. Odd, because I dreamt of June a lot. Sex with June was definitely dreamable, she had and made sex like she invented it. I remembered Matt's tales of Chelsea's blowjobs and how she didn't like sex as it hurt too much. I'm sure being in the Navy for four years had cured that, or maybe she got something fixed. I began thinking that Chelsea was very possible. She made a point of telling me she was still single and knew no one in the area. A few mornings later I had to go into my own office downtown and didn't show up at NorFab until almost 9 and the pretty Executive Assistant was at the front typing, all smiles, probably waiting for me to go by with barely a nod. But her smiling glance to me was met with my own smiling face. "Hey, I want to thank you so much for showing the news lady in the other day. We're old high school pals, we dated each other's best friends." (I wanted to make the point that she wasn't an old girlfriend) "Oh, that's so sweet, Mr. Glynn" She gushed. "I thought you might have been more than friends and I guess in that way you were. I've seen her on TV for a bit now. I think she was an overseas correspondent when my brother was in Qutar." "I believe she was. That was the first time I saw her in person since the summer we graduated." I told her. "That's so nice. It was the first I saw you smile in a long time, you workaholic. Whenever I get here or leave your car is always here." She said resting her hand in her lap away from her keyboard. "Well, we got the breakthrough we needed to get the project out of the mud, so I'll have a lot more free time. Oh, and please call me Rance. We should meet up for a drink some night." I said, giving her my best smile. "That sounds like fun, just let me know. My name is Carrie-Ann Poulson. Now that I know you smile, I would love to meet you out." She said with a wink and then began to set her hands on the keys again, obviously having work to do. I just said "Great!" and headed up the hall. "Sort of a bimbo, but a bimbo with great tits and a sweet smile", I thought to myself. But, I immediately scolded my thoughts for thinking her a bimbo, despite the great tits. Actually, to sit in front for NorFab, she would have to have quite a bit on the ball. Their world wide operation was mega billion and in meeting with the top guns for their ideological input on the design of the further construction they stressed how first impressions meant so much and they wanted a building that screamed ultra professional. It was just that night when I was headed out around 5:30, very early for me, that I saw Carrie-Ann walking up the hall to the employee lounge and locker area to get her things. "Oh, you stayed a little late tonight Miss Poulson. You're usually long gone when I leave." I said with the big smile she said she rarely saw. "I had problems with overseas fund transmissions and I can't leave until I get confirmations. It seems the banks lines go on half power after midnight there and until the times change to Daylight savings, that means before 5. So sometimes I'm a little tardy." She said happily stopping to talk, and obviously pleased she ran into me. "Would you like to stop for that drink tonight?" I asked, hopefully. "That would be great. Do you have a place in mind?" She asked. "If there's a place where NorFab people go after work, I would rather skip it and try something else." I said. "They all go to Maxie's Green Room, down by Channel 5. How about the Turf Club next to the Off Track Betting Center on Providence Boulevard. There's no racing until 7, so it's pretty quiet and we can talk." She suggested. "Sounds great, I'll see you there in a few minutes, OK?" "Sounds wonderful." Now, I wasn't trying to start a relationship with anyone at the time. Megan had been a disaster overall and June was probably the most rewarding relationship experience I might ever have. If it wasn't, it certainly was the blueprint for what it should be. Despite the hurt from the loss, I didn't regret a single minute of it and I never came to expect that it would last beyond graduation. So if I harbored any disappointment or regret, it was my own fault. The Turf Club was a great pick by Carrie-Ann, the place had a loaded bar, but every table was empty. Each spot had a TV for sports or watching racing, but apparently this was the off hours for horse enthusiast (gamblers) and I had my choice of spots. A cute little waitress dressed like a jockey, although showing more ass cheek and boobs than most I'd seen, came over and I asked her to give me 5 minutes for a friend to show up. As she turned to walk away Carrie-Ann walked in the door, so we waited for her to sit. She ordered a glass of Cab and I got a Scotch Manhattan, what I used to call a Rob Roy, but I guess new bar parlance had dropped that name. "Well Carrie-Ann, how long have you been with NorFab and where do you picture yourself in 5 years?" I asked, somewhat facetiously. "Oh, I didn't know this was a job interview!" She said smiling, getting my attempt to break the ice early. "I actually worked for Norway Chip in Norway after I got out of school and then with ChipFab when I moved back to the states before Norway Chip bought them out and they became NorFab. I went to school in England learning economics and investing and was hoping to get involved in the moving and investing of the monies flowing through the company. I was recruited and promised a spot in my field, but so far I've been learning at a distance from that front desk. I have a feeling that if I didn't have these (putting her hands on her breasts) I may have been let go long ago. I make the minimum a financial person in the company might make, but besides the little on the job training I get transferring funds, I am essentially an Executive Assistant, or an eye candy secretary." She said in a somewhat self-deprecating tone. "Don't sell yourself short Carrie-Ann. I'm not sure they would just keep you like that if you didn't have value. Maybe patience will be your best quality." I told her to encourage her. "Well, I hope so. Other women in the firm tell me that the guys all think I'm sleeping with the bosses, but there is NO truth to that. If I ever fool around it's with my level and below. I'll never have THAT thrown in my face. I'll get a job as an escort before I did that." She said as our drinks arrived. "I've never seen you act or even hint at a lack of decorum. To me you're always elegant and professional." I told her honestly. "Yes, but even you can't say you haven't looked at my boobs or my ass walking away." She said with a little grin. "No, that's true. I am human, and I AM a man. You ARE quite striking and pleasant to the eye." I admitted. "That's probably why you invited me out. But, I can honestly tell you, I accepted for the same reasons. You ARE quite striking and pleasant to the eye as well." She said looking me square in the eye. "I know what I like as well. So why don't you tell me YOUR story? A handsome man like you shouldn't have to chase secretaries to get dates. If you didn't ask me out soon I was afraid I was going to have to pick you up myself." She said self confidently. I blushed and told her the short version of Megan and June. I didn't let on how long I had been without a woman and how just the smell near Chelsea had gotten my testosterone flowing again. We made lots of small talk after that and had a few more drinks during which she let me know she wasn't looking for a relationship and had a couple regular man friends to keep her busy from time to time. I got the impression she passed it out regularly, but not to just anyone, and she wasn't looking to tie herself to anyone who might use her in a way to advance her career. She wanted to earn any lift for herself. After we finished our third drink she leaned up and grabbed her purse, getting her face close to mine saying, "Why don't you think of someplace we can go so we can get out of here and enjoy ourselves." My eyes stayed on her as she stood and winked at me and walked away moving her bottom in a way she knew I wouldn't miss. Whether or not if I thought I was making the move on her, I knew I had been picked up. She had her eyes on a career and didn't want a man to slow her down, but also knew the joys a man could bring her from time to time. How long I had been in her sights, I wasn't sure, but I was one of the few men in the building who couldn't use her or get her a sexual promotion. I'll bet she discreetly chose her partners after vetting them through her own process. I was already hoping she might keep me in her "rotation". She came back to the table and was determined to leave from there, as she stood beside me and said, "Well, what did you come up with?" "I don't live too far from here, would you object to going to my place?" I said standing "As long as you drive me back here later." She said not seeming to leave any other option open. I hesitated and she put her hand on my shoulder and got close enough to let me see her resolve. "Look, I'm not a whore, or a prostitute. I'm just like you, needing to blow off a little steam from time to time. If I followed you home and you fell asleep later and I tip-toed out I might feel like both. We both know what we're looking for and if you think I'm a whore, then you are too. I can say that you're far too sweet and innocent to be a whore. Let's have some fun, you bring me back here and tomorrow we'll both have smiles on our faces and no one will know why." "Carrie-Ann, I like your style, cutting out all the bullshit. I can bring you back here later, no problem. I can only hope you're smiling in the morning." I told her as I put out my hand for her to take. The last time I was bringing a woman home because I KNEW I was going to get laid was with June and I was a little afraid of the unknown at that time. This night I knew exactly the what and why of it all. We were two grown-ups looking for the check-valve of life. No expectations beyond the next couple hours. I would know from a few other "play-dates" with Carrie-Ann that she had been with but 10 men in her life, and only in love with 1. She kept a "stable" (so crude a term) of 2 or 3 men she hooked up with, usually at her beckoning. They were friends who knew not to get too attached. I found all of this out when she asked me away for a weekend with married friends of hers who had a camp in the Adirondacks. We functioned as lovers all weekend, screwed like rabbits and spent one whole night up talking, drinking, sucking, fucking. We took her friends boat out in the morning and slept on the lake until a Park Ranger pulled up alongside and asked us to move as we had drifted into a busier area. I was afraid when I saw her on Monday there might be an attachment growing, but nothing changed in our professional relationship and I didn't run into her or hear from her for weeks. I understood the need for each other, but I also understood the need NOT to get attached as work was just too busy. But I've gotten ahead of myself here. When we got to my condo she was surprised I lived so close to her, but no matter, I still agreed to drive her back to Providence Boulevard for her car. When we got inside I gave her the grand tour and, like most women who saw my place, was surprised I was so neat. I had a bottle of Cab chilling and I poured for both of us and sat on the sofa that looked out the slider to watch the city lights and planes landing. The talk was small as we unwound and got to know each other. She was really a smart lady with her career sights set and she was only happy to hear that I was as obsessed as she and patient until things began to work for me. "You just don't have the same obstacles to overcome that I do. I'm just as smart as half the men doing what I'm qualified for, but I have to work twice as hard to get noticed. Plus, my good looks and body make people think I'm some sort of bimbo. What those finance and investment boys don't know is I see all the correspondence going in and out of a lot of the offices there and I know a lot of the workings they don't, and the man who hired me in Norway knows that too. He tells me to be patient, like you've been. He wouldn't pay me like he does if he didn't have expectations and plans for me. I only believe him because he hired me without ever seeing me." She said staring off in deep thought. Then she suddenly turned to me and said, "He didn't know about my great tits." I smiled and she moved her mouth to mine and we began the dance that ends with no pants. Soon I was lying on her with her tits out and my hands trying to find the bottom of her skirt. "Rance, wait a second." She said, in an annoyed tone. I thought I had done something wrong but she sat up and straightened herself a bit saying, "I hope you have a condom, and hopefully a shower cap. We both have a day's grit on us. Let's take a shower. I just don't have time to fix my perm in the morning if I get it all wet. It's a woman thing." "I have condoms and I'm sure I saved a hotel shower cap in the bathroom." I told her as I got up anxious to relieve the growing problem in my pants. We undressed each other in the bath, she taking the time to fold and straighten her clothes on a hanger there. She was a real beauty naked, and the breasts I thought were fake were real. Nice, tanned, and firm with little sag for their size, plus a flat belly and cute ass with a bikini tan. We agreed to wash ourselves, to leave exploring for another time, but she did tell me to wash my business good if I wanted to feel her mouth on it. Then she looked me straight in the eye saying, "and YOU DO want me to suck that. I'm very good and so enjoy it." I informed her that I loved eating pussy as well, making her smile and chuckle. At her urging we went back to the darkened living room where I stood and judged her dick sucking skills to be quite extensive. Then, I ate her pussy and screwed her twice, once bent over the sofa cumming in my condom in her pussy, then flat on her back on the sofa with me with one knee on the sofa and my other foot on the floor, ripping off and splattering on her belly. I came so much the second time I was sure I could go again if we worked at it, but it was almost 11 o'clock and we both had to work the next day and I had to get her back to her car. She leaned over and kissed me like I was dropping her off for her 1st day of school and then was off until the next time our paths crossed at NorFab some 3 weeks later. That time was like other subsequent dates, with her initiating the talk, "Want to stop over at my place for a drink tonight?" She would ask. Chapter Four A few nights after my tryst with Carrie-Ann I met Chelsea for dinner. Taking the elevator up to get her at University Plaza, Suite E on Floor P, like she had me memorize, I was surprised I wasn't nervous for a first date, but we had been together so often in school I felt like I was dating my sister. I panicked a bit when the elevator stopped at the K Floor (the 11th) and the door opened to a doorman. "Who are you seeing?" "Suite E on Floor P." "Who would that be?" He asked. "Chelsea Katzenbaum, Chelly Katz." I said as he picked up a phone to call for verification. Now even if I stepped off the elevator I had no access until he let me through a security door leaving me to assume that the people who lived on the Suite floors were celebrities and private people. After finishing his call he came through the security door and put a key in the elevator and took me to the top floor, Floor P, the 16th. He walked me to Suite E and knocked and simply said, "Enjoy your evening." I had no idea we had such a place in our area where people sheltered themselves from the public for one reason or the other. Chelsea answered and looked beautiful, much different than in her "news" look. She hugged and kissed me on the cheek and invited me in to the swanky suite. "I didn't think I would "hide" like this, but a network news anchor I talked to about taking the job in this market urged me to be as private as possible after working so much overseas in places where Americans aren't exactly revered. The station agreed to it to get me to take it." She said proudly. "You shocked us all when you joined the Navy and passed up your scholarship." I mentioned, shaking my head. "I was sorry it hurt Matt so much, but people I trusted convinced me it was the best way to get into what I wanted to do. Overseas I spent much of my time in "safe" zones, but it was still pretty scary, but I got to act as a liaison with the embedded news people in my "year in the field" after radio school." She said as she put on a wrap and led me to the door and out to the parking garage. "Can I tell you that you look just as pretty as high school Chelsea?" I said noticing how striking she looked. "I play it down a little for TV. I want to be taken seriously. Plus for people who think you're on TV means you're special, they look at me and aren't quite sure if it's me or not. Network may be glamour, but in a just Top 50 market, there's no glamour and the money is really just OK, but my condo is a great perk. But no numbers means I won't be here long. Luckily the first ratings have been good. They've sold me pretty well." She said sighing as we pulled into the restaurant lot and she waved off the valet. As soon as we stopped I jumped out and ran around to get her door. "Oh, you are so sweet. I forgot what it's like to be treated like a woman." "Those guys over in Iraq and those places aren't so happy to see a pretty woman, they don't fall over you?" I wondered aloud, not kidding, as I took her arm. "First of all, a military uniform is hardly sexy. I had an extra stripe as a Lieutenant, even though I knew I just got it for access when I was with embedded media, so Juniors and Ensigns were green and wanted to stay away, and Officers either expected sex, or expected to be accused of asking for sex. I was pretty much thought of as a lesbian because I stayed out of any of the clubs and never was with a man. Even embedded media were always women. Even when I worked AS embedded media after my stint, they always gave me a woman." She said as she made sure her car was locked. I reserved comment as we walked in and the maître D recognized her and took her right to a table. "Well," I said, "I've let it hang in the air long enough, are you?" "What?" She asked tipping her head in wonderment. "A lesbian." I whispered. She sighed and looked at me quizzingly. "Would it make a difference to you?" "Well, YES, if I thought we might be able to start a relationship beyond just being friends, but no, otherwise. You should be happy and comfortable with who you are. I just know you told me there was no man in your life." I said, hoping she knew I was sincere. Chelsea teared up a bit and took out a tissue. "No, I'm not, but I have thought of it, but it just doesn't seem to interest me, so I guess even experimenting has been out of the question. I know how guys talk, and Matt wasn't like that, but you two were so close, he probably told you about our sex life." She said blushing deeply, only to be matched by my own blush as her words. "Yes, he did." "I wasn't . . . ." she started to say before leaning up to be sure only I heard her words, "I wasn't going to be known as the blowjob queen of the green zone just to get my jollies. I was happy to protect my career." Happy we were in a corner where we could really talk easily, the waiter came and took our drink order and I said in a low voice. "It's still a problem? You know . . . sex? You couldn't fix it?" "Wow, the gloves are off aren't they? I guess through Matt we just got closer than I thought we were. Where do you see it's your business? I think you're expecting too much in the way of a relationship." She said, miffed, as she should have been. "Chelsea, you're all I have from the happiest time in my life. My pitching arm is dead, Matt is dead, Megan is someone else, only you remain as, . . well, YOU! A gorgeous woman like you should be having a great time meeting men and looking for the love you had in Matt. I can tell you that I enjoy sex and it's one of the most rewarding things when I get the chance at it. To think of you missing that makes me sad. That may sound stupid, but if only for Matt's sake, I only want the best for you. Seeing you as an old maid someday would be sad." Chelsea put her head down and she dabbed tears and looked around like she wished she or I weren't there. With pursed lips she said "Drop it, OK? It's upsetting." I was embarrassed I had brought it up. I guess I knew a very personal detail about her and just wondered about it. She was such a good looking woman and it seemed a shame she was foregoing a relationship part of her life, and the possibility of marriage and family for something she might be able to correct. We finished our drinks and she ordered another round while we ordered dinner, and then I waited for her to break the icy air, and I do mean icy! "Okay, I'm over it now. I realize you're concern over me, and you want the best for me, but I've learned to get by taking care of myself. So, can we just drop it?" She said with a stern look. "Afford me a couple more words, please." I begged. She leaned in close to me and asked, "Do you want to fuck me that bad?" "That's not it at all Chelsea and you know it, you're like my sister in so many ways. It's that kind of love that makes me want you to enjoy life and do the things a vibrant woman should. Why can't you ask your doctor about it?" "I guess this isn't going to die, is it? I know you're just trying to be my big brother. Matt wanted me to go to my doctor, but what was I going to tell him and then have him explain to my mother that her supposed virgin daughter had too much pain during sex?" She asked me in frustration. "Well, since then?" "Navy doctors don't need to know I'm sexually active. They might talk, most of them are officers, and officers talk." She said curtly. "Chelsea, everybody has sex. I promise I'll never bring it up again if you at least go to a doctor, and don't worry, they HAVE to be discreet. Promise me?" I told her, hoping we could change the subject quickly. "Okay, I'll do that, I promise you, but don't ever ask me about it. This is kind of private. Jeez, KIND of private! I'm, I guess . . . . . , flattered that you worry about me so. Here I was thinking you were going to try and hook up with me and I was going to let you down easy. We should just be friends, and you too are the only one left from MY happiest time in my life, UNTIL I get that network job." She said smiling. From that point the conversation changed to normal talk and I spent the rest of the night wondering HOW I got to that subject in the first place. I think she steered us that way, or maybe it was me assuming she had an affair or two in the service, lonely in a foreign country. By the end of the night if she had any discomfort over the talk earlier it was gone. We had a ball talking about old times and remembering Matt. She drove me to my car and stopped to put it in park beside it. "Well Rance, I had a great time reminiscing and picking up where we left off I guess. You know half the school thought I was cheating on Matt with you. Matt even asked me once in our senior year if we ever hooked up. I was so pissed at him." "If I tried, how would I have done?" I asked kiddingly. She fell back into her seat a bit and sighed. "I wasn't screwing Matt then, so I wasn't going to screw you. But, I did know that Megan wasn't going down on you. Once when I was pissed at Matt I thought of doing you, but I didn't have the balls." "Just to show how naïve I was, when somebody asked me if I was "doing you" they had to explain what they meant and go over the reasons, you know me driving you to games and all. It never crossed my mind, that's how much I loved Megan." "I thought she was that over the top for you too until the day she was accepted at UCLA, she told me she couldn't wait to fuck a blond surfer, lots of them. When I asked about you, she laughed and said it was only a high school crush. I thought she was either being crass or kidding. I couldn't tell you. You were so sweet then." She said with a chuckle. "I'm not sweet now?" I asked, pouting a little, for show. "You ARE!" She said leaning up and over to kiss me. Our lips met and it was a magical kiss, it felt so good, maybe because I always wanted to kiss her after Matt passed, just to show her that I hurt and cared as much as she did. On the other hand, maybe it was because I really did want her. I had such a good time that night and suddenly I didn't want it to end. It was 1995 again. Our kiss broke, but neither of us backed away, I moved a bit towards her and she pasted her mouth to mine for a long kiss as I slipped my arm around her. When that kiss broke she rested her head on my shoulder for a minute and I heard her sigh. "What's the matter?" I asked. She answered by putting her mouth to mine and kissing me deeply again, putting her tongue in my mouth and then suddenly backing away quickly. "Matt, I mean Rance, it's been so nice, I don't want this to end, but it has to. I haven't been kissed like that in forever. Look at us thirty-something's like teenagers in a car. Good night." She said sitting back signaling that the kiss was over. I grabbed the door handle and pull it to open and got one leg out and I felt her hand on my shoulder. "Rance, I promise I'll see that doctor, just like I told you." She said and gave me a cute little wave, holding her open palm up and flapping her fingers. I didn't know what to think of our goodbye that night, but I did call Chelsea during the week only to get her answering machine that directed me to her secretary at the station. They couldn't connect me with her saying she was on assignment and that she would get messages. I watched the news that night and she was at some hurricane disaster site doing reports on local college students there. I left her a message but she never got back to me. I was pretty much immersed in my work again and found little time for much else, although I did see Carrie-Ann 4 or 5 times over the next 2 ensuing months. Carrie-Ann had truly become my check-valve of life. Carrie-Ann truly enjoyed, as did I, or sexual liaisons from time to time. I let her seek me out, as she wished, and at the time I don't think she was seeing any of her other male concubines. I found she was writing a book of her strife as a woman trying to make it in a man's world. I just envisioned her reaching a point of sexual need she could not satisfy herself and calling on me, usually at the plant, by asking me out for a drink, or over to her apartment. After the first time we never met at my place, always hers, or the one weekend we spent on a lake in the Adirondacks with friends of hers. There was never a call the next day, or was one expected. Goodbye kisses were as they were after our first session, like a mom dropping her son off for school, a quick smack and goodbye. When I once described this relationship to a friend he asked if I was insulted that after I served my purpose she threw me away. I answered "No, I just did the same thing with her. She was my gratis hooker, and I her gratis male escort." After leaving many messages over months with no response, I gave up. If there were a reason she didn't want to see me, I only hoped she would have given me the courtesy of a call. Then on a Saturday night when I was just getting in from seeing Carrie-Ann I saw my message light flashing on my home phone. Only 2 people had my home phone number, my Mom, Mahoney, Jenkins and Smith Construction, and Chelsea. I took all my other calls on my cell. The home phone was there so I kept it as a back-up for those who couldn't get me on the cell, but I used my cell for everything else. My cell was still off from the time I met Carrie-Ann that night. The message was a little abrupt and without emotion from Chelsea. "Hi Rance, I was hoping you could come over tomorrow, Sunday afternoon, anytime after one o'clock. I'll throw together a nice dinner and we can spend the afternoon talking, watching some football maybe. If you can't make it, call me in the morning, otherwise, just show up. I know you're in town, I saw you at the light at Silver Pines Mall today." It was 2 in the morning and I was sure I was going to sleep until noon on Sunday after a marathon at Carrie's. I set my alarm for 11 to be sure I was up and around to go see Chelsea. I wanted to know why she had ignored me so long. After setting my alarm I sat on the bed exhausted and began to undress. My shirt smelled of Carrie-Ann's cologne, and when I stood to let my pants fall all I smelled was pussy. I sat and smiled at myself for 2 hard cums that night and the sound of Carrie's squeals and grunts. I peeled my socks down and lay back on the sheets for a second. Then next thing I knew was my alarm going off. Nine hours went by in the matter of an eye-blink and the smell of pussy still lingered on me. I was beginning to get hard smelling and thinking of the night before, but my shower and looking forward to seeing Chelsea distracted me enough to let it die. When I got off the elevator with the bellman he didn't have to walk me to her door, it was open and she was standing waiting for me. She nearly jumped in my arms to hug me and quickly retreated. "I know I owe you about 10 apologies for non-communication. I've just been so busy, and I procrastinated a lot, wanting to see something through before I got back to you." She said while suddenly acting in whirlwind going to her kitchen to check the oven and then showing me to the sofa and turning on her TV and giving me the remote. "I'll be right back." She claimed and went off again and came back with a hors d'oeuvre platter and 2 bottles of the same beer I drank on our dinner out. "Dinner will be ready in about an hour, I'm doing a prime rib with roasted root veggies." She said as she settled in the chair kitty-corner to me. We blabbed and chattered, while drinking a few beers apiece talking about everything except work for 45 minutes occasionally turning our attention to the game I had put on. She just seemed so happy to see me and have me there to talk. We talked of favorite vacation spots, some current events, restaurants and people we had went to school with. The only dour moment was when she told me that she had helped get Matt's mother into a nursing home. She had kept up with her over the years and the last time she saw her it was apparent she couldn't take care of herself anymore, forgetful and frail. She called a relative and put the wheels in motion. Suddenly she bounced up and proclaimed we would eat in 10 minutes and for me not to move, she had everything taken care of. Chelsea was obviously very happy about her life, seeing me, and making dinner for us. Dinner was in a word, fantastic! Truly a meal you could not get in any restaurant, Prime rib about 2 inches think and medium rare for the juiciest piece of meat I ever had, prepared with roasted onion and the veggies were perfect. After dinner she brought out a home-made raspberry apple pie that was a true winner in every regard. I insisted on helping her pick up the table and get stuff in the dishwasher. Then she shooed me from the kitchen and said she would be out with digestifs in a minute. She came from the kitchen with two shooters and a bottle of Sambuca a few minutes later. I was in heaven. Nothing tops a meal or a great day like Sambuca. You just have to be careful, it 42% alcohol. We sipped our drink and the first football game had ended and the pre-game came on for the second game and she took the remote and turned the set off. "I have some things to tell you and I need your undivided attention. I loved making dinner for you and spending the afternoon with you, but now the real reason I wanted you here." She said with an apprehensive smile as she adjusted her legs under herself and got comfortable. "No questions, at least yet, until I finish saying all this, OK?" She asked to my nod. "Two months ago I went to a gynecologist in Alabama while I was on assignment. He was the first doctor that I told that intercourse was so painful, I hadn't had it in almost 20 years or so. He asked me a million questions about sex, about the size of my lovers, whether I could orgasm or not, what positions I had tried, just a lot of really personal embarrassing questions that I found easy to answer. The doctor was like 60 or 70 years old and seemed very wise and fatherly, he really made me comfortable. I found him while perusing the internet one night and a woman was asking questions about painful sex. She had seen him and loved his manner, so I made a note of where he was and decided if I ever got in the area I would go. Anyway, he asked the last time I had an internal exam, and I told him just my yearly exam and smears, all that lady stuff." "He questioned if I ever told anyone else about the problem and I cried and told him about my paranoia. He understood and comforted me with stories of other girls with the same fears, I was not alone. Then he asked if he could do an internal and I consented. He looked as other doctors did but he used a few other probes, and then reproduced the same pain I had when we tried sex. He wheeled a little machine over telling me it was an ultrasound. He put goo all over my belly and moved a slippery probe all over my abdomen and showed me a growth, probably on my ovary. He called another office in the building and sent me for an MRI. When I came the next day he told me I had an ovarian cyst about the size of a grapefruit, and it had obviously been there a long time, and for some reason it had not grown for such a long time, it was probably hard and obviously benign. I panicked at the word cyst, thinking cancer or something. He chuckled like a wise old grandpa and said, "My dear, cancer is a vile disease that would have developed and made itself a home and taken your life long ago. I'll bet you've had this since you became a woman, since maybe 13 years old or so. He thought it grew and instead of resolving itself it grew hard and probably grew all during my developing years. It's size should have made it obvious and caused me pain at a lot of times, but the location was odd that it couldn't be seen from an internal and only hurt during sex. Two days later they did a laparotomy to open me and remove it. They did it like I was having a c-section so the scar would be on my bikini line. It was as big as they thought and had just a lot of firsts for this old doc over his years looking and tending at female parts. So, I want to thank you, Rance, for encouraging me go and finally doing something about this. You, apparently, cared more for my own well being and happiness than me." She said finishing with a big smile on her face. I was a little taken aback by her frankness, but glad she was made to understand and be able to explain to me the whole situation. "I'm a little stunned. I never thought you were going to go through any of what you promised." I said, quite frankly. "I did it for Matt, and you. I don't know if Matt and I would have ever hooked up again after school and my service time, but if we had the chance, I surely would have. He thought my going into the Navy was to say I didn't love him anymore, but it wasn't. It was just something I had to do. I never had the chance to explain it all to him." She said breaking down towards the end of her words, but bucking up and swallowing hard. "So, did it work? Did it take care of your problem?" I asked stupidly, but she obviously expected the query. "I don't know. I plan to find out this afternoon." She said with a big grin. I swallowed hard and acted as if just punched in the stomach. "You, you're the one I want. After our night together when we kissed nothing felt so right. I felt it, and I know you felt it too. I realize I sent a lot of mixed signals that night, but I know you got them. I will admit that I heard all the rumors that you and I were cheating on Matt, and I fantasized about being with you. Not sex-sex, but giving you my mouth like I always did for Matt. I knew you had begged Megan for it, and I wanted to make you happy just once, but I couldn't do that to Matt, as much as I wanted to. Now, PLEASE, don't turn me down." She said starting to cry. My mind went into a frenzy at that point not knowing what to say or do. One thing that was suddenly becoming clear in my head, like a light out of the dark becoming brighter and brighter, I really cared for Chelsea and maybe knew her better than any other woman I'd EVER known. The reason for that became instantly clear, I never had any sexual intentions with her and therefore no sexual tension either. I know from our dinner date that her happiness and well being concerned me as I thought of the pretty vessel of her body not enjoying the sexual capacity it had. It was especially at the top of my mind as it was a night or two after satisfying myself over Carrie-Ann and feeling that relief and witnessing Carrie's. "When I asked you that night, "Do you really want to fuck me that bad?" my heart of hearts hoped you would fall to your knees and beg me for it, and despite the pain, I would have done it. Somewhere in there I realized you weren't hoping I would fix the problem for YOUR satisfaction, but for mine, my happiness, my well being. Despite anything I said that night, I was hoping for you to make a play for me and once I realized we were just going to be the friends we were in high school, and that was a closeness different than a boyfriend / girlfriend has. I settled back on that premise until the goodnight kiss. It was then I knew you felt something for me, and I was sure of my feelings for you. That kiss has been the pleasure fodder on a lot of lonely nights since then. I want you Rance, and I hope you can admit SOMETHING to me." She tearfully confessed. I got up from the loveseat kitty corner to hers and went down on one knee and put my hands on her slim hips. "Chelse, are you sure of all this? I want to take you into my arms right now, but I don't want to get a mea culpa in the morning. That night I kept denying to myself that I felt something, but my mind was clouded by a lot of things." "Are you seeing someone? I know you said you weren't that night but . . . ." "I had just started seeing a woman, but it was for sex only. It's not like it sounds, I didn't pay her, and we just serviced each other. I don't want you to think I'm that shallow, it's just it had been a long, long time and she promised no attachment, and it's worked out that way." I tried to explain. "That's NOT what I'm looking for, you understand that, right? When was the last time you saw her?" She asked, seeming a little shocked I would do such a thing. I exhaled deeply and looked away saying, "Only 12, or 15 hours ago." "So, you wouldn't be having me just to satisfy your urges, that's good, but . . .You! Seeing a woman like that?" She said to me shocked and disappointed. "She's a very classy woman who, believe it or not, doesn't sleep around. Her career and a book project keep her from getting involved. We're just convenient to each other. If I told her I was involved with anyone she would leave me alone. She would never want to hurt anyone." "You understand," Chelsea said, "I don't want you to fuck me, I want you to make love to me. This isn't the arrangement you have with this other woman." "I know full well, Chelse. We want to try and make this work, right?" I said as I pulled her hips closer to the edge of the love seat. "I think we owe it to each other to try. You're all I've thought about since I got to town. (starting to cry) I just haven't been able to admit it, half because of my medical issue and half because of Matt. But, I think Matt would want this, him not being here." (lightly sobbing) I realized that I hadn't kissed her yet, but I just had to satisfy an urge I had since I knelt in front of her. I ran my hand up the outsides of her legs under her skirt and took hold of the sides of her panties and I pulled them down. She looked at me scared, but let me take them down and off her feet. I pulled her a little closer to me and pushed her skirt up to expose her perfectly smooth pussy. It was pink and coral with a prominent little bud that looked to shimmer and vibrate in anticipation. I looked at her and mouthed and "Ooooooo" before whispering, "So pretty." She was still half crying; half so excited she could barely talk. "You're the first to see it smooth. This is the first I ever did that. The nurse who shaved most of it for surgery told me I would feel so sexy if I did. She was so right." I bent and filled my mouth with her smooth lips and ran my tongue up the groove and wiggled her clit with my tongue. She bounced and shuddered underneath me. I re-did the same oral move and her breath caught and she came, I don't think it took her more than 30 seconds, I can't believe she wanted me that bad. I tasted her juices and she was ripe to be driven up the walls, if I chose. She easily came a second time and as she groaned and squealed I detected a sort of a sob in the middle of it all and I looked up from her pussy to see tears running down her face as she squeezed her tits through her top. She saw my eyes catch hers and she ran her fingers through my hair and mumbled, "Not since Mattie". I took that to mean she hadn't been eaten since then and that was getting to be too many years. Finally in that short time she got oversensitive and began to push my head away. Normally that's where I bear down on a woman, but I wanted to be so gentle with this sweet morsel, and that's all I could think of her as. She was so ripe, so ready, and so naïve, and afraid of some monster in the closet that she could have easily slain had she not been so adolescent in her thinking. I knelt back on my haunches and she began to sit up telling me to stand. As I got to my feet she was unbuttoning her top that she neatly folded and put on the loveseat, and then she unhooked her bra in the front and let her round breasts free. She had large areolas and her nipple buds were teased large and round like delicious candies. She scooted out to the edge of the sofa and reached for my belt which she deftly undid and unbuckled my pants and let them fall to the floor. I was wearing skin tight Tommy underwear that clung to me and she pulled them down from the bottom hem that was just above my knees. I was just about to step out of them when she leaned forward and took my cock in her hands and looked up at me. "This is only the second one I've even seen live and it's beautiful. So hard and needy." She said as she kissed the head and looked back up at me. "I love this so much. It makes me feel so powerful and I know it makes you so happy, but don't cum. I want you inside me." She said before she pushed her mouth over the head and nodded over the tip, taking just the head and a smidge more in and out of her lips. "Does that feel nice? Do you want it deeper?" She whispered. It felt so good I could barely speak. "Make yourself happy." I said knowing she had one hand in her pussy. "Someday I'll eat your cum. I know you'll love that." She said quietly, not really sure if she was speaking to me or my cock. I could feel things beginning to stir deep within me and I put my hand to the top of her head and pulled back. "Show me the bed where I'll make love to you." I said as she smiled and stood taking my hand all the while trying to push the bunched skirt off her waist. In the bedroom the bedclothes were pulled down ready for us, she truly had planned it all out. She looked at it and was beginning to turn to me to say something but I reached in front of me and pushed the skirt off her hips and over her ass. I could resist kissing each of her round little cheeks. She had the ass of a young girl, round, supple, and firm. She anxiously got into the bed and laid where she probably slept, But I didn't want her that way. I took her feet and turned her toward me and pulled her to the edge of the bed. I braced my knees on that edge and put my cock to her puffy pussy lips. I stopped and hesitated for a second as I hadn't checked on birth control. She read my mind, it seems, saying, "I've been on the pill for a while now, I should be safe, but pull out, OK?" I nudged at her lips and she was so wet I slid right in, but she was so tight. I carefully let myself go all of the way into her as she lay with her eyes closed as if waiting for something to happen. With her legs bent up and on my shoulders, my ball sack was right against her asshole. She exhaled deeply and smiled at me, again with tears in her eyes. "You're such a beautiful man and you feel so good deep inside of me. You're so hard, and firm, and fat, and long. I feel like a real woman, a whole woman. Can I say something I've always wanted to say?" "What's that sweetheart?" I whispered. "Fuck the shit out of me. Make love to me like you've never done. I don't want to be able to walk tomorrow." She growled. I was only happy to comply for many reasons the first and foremost being, she was enjoying real sex for the first time. Her body glowed with pleasure as I began to hammer into her and her orgasms juicy and plentiful, a full four to my count. I knew from the tight feel and the sound that she was leaking her cum around my dick and into the light mat of pubes I kept. Her pussy's tight grip on me gave me no chance of lasting like I had the night before with Carrie (sometimes a half-hour in our stop-start-reposition patter) I felt my cum rising and my balls draw in and I pulled from her and splashed heavily between her tits and up to her chin and then repeatedly on her belly. With June or Carrie I would have just fallen on them and slid around on my cum, but Chelsea was new to this and I didn't want to panic her. I found the t-shirt I had thrown off and wiped down her stomach before went to move over her, but she quickly scurried up to the sleeping position I had pulled her from. I laid next to her, my hand covering her mound, and her arm crossed over mine to settled on my package. We laid in our reverie for at least 15 minutes wordlessly, both of our minds wandering aimlessly over the path that brought us to this place, this bed. "I must have blew Matt 300 times., . . . . . . and enjoyed every time I made him happy. He was so patient with my other problems knowing how I enjoyed tasting him." She said aloud almost in a fantasy drone. "No matter how we made love, he made me happy." "Chelse, you're dreaming out loud." I warned her. "No, I wanted you to hear it. You were like his brother and you knew about us. In some ways I was glad we couldn't make love normally, although I knew I was missing something good. He would preen my hair and sometimes stroke my cheek, smile and roll his eyes. He loved me. I knew I would break his heart when I joined the Navy. That's why I did it so abruptly, so there wouldn't be an argument or drawn out drama. I was always going to come home from boot camp and meet him in Illinois and fix everything. Then my parents had problems and I had to come home instead before I went overseas. When I had a stateside R and R I arranged to go back to Naval Station Great Lakes and then see Matt at school, fix everything. I had my orders, my flights, everything, when I got the news." She told me in a dreamy tone. "But, now I can't cry about it anymore. He would be happy we got together, especially the way it turned out today. If we try and make a relationship, and it works out, it would be so great. You have to promise you'll try. I think if we share and talk about everything, and end up happy, we could be fine together." She said after a deep sigh. "If we don't rush, take it a day at a time, keep our expectations realistic, and be honest with each other, we can give it the best try. We'll know if it's right." I said as I still was digesting her thoughts. Her hand went from resting on my penis to holding it in her hand and as nature would have it, it came back to life in her hand. She began to stroke it lightly and it became fully erect before she drew her eyes to it and then to my face, with a big smile for me. "My resume is with just one man, but I know I can make you happy." Then she asked the question no man ever really HAD to answer. "You wouldn't mind if I wanted to taste your cum, would you?" she said as she pulled herself up to her knees and bent over me watching her hand stroke me and alternately looking me in the eye with a devilish smile. I didn't answer her question, and didn't have to, she knew my answer. "This is my rite of passage, to try and find love again. I think I do love you Rance, or at least can. We shouldn't use his name again. Can I have you?" She asked, confusing me a bit, but I nodded. She bent and filled her mouth with my pussy coated cock. She came up and spit into her hand and wiped it on her sheets, she repeated that two more times before filling her mouth with me and bobbing her head over me while using the fingers of her left hand to fumble at my balls. She performed the act so loving, even more so than June did. She was truly making love to me. Guys talk so crass at times about their partners "giving me head" or any other euphemism, but this was truly an act of love. Love, there was that word. Wanting to be in love is one of the basic urges when you're young, and then as you get older you become very cautious about the use of the word. It means so much to people, it denotes commitment, and it denotes a bond that is not easily broken. While we hadn't seen each other in years, for all intents and purposes, but I feel like we had never broken our spiritual contact, our connection. I knew from just casual TV news watching she had been embedded in danger, I knew she had forfeited four years of her life her country in exchange for the break she wanted. I knew her to be one to see a goal and pursue it. She was someone I always admired, but the thought of loving her never crossed my mind, likely because of Matt. When she got to town it was becoming apparent to me that she decided her next goal was me. Whether it was the kiss, or if she set her sights before that, I don't know. But, the kiss that night opened up a lot of gateways for both of us. When I wasn't able to connect with her in the ensuing weeks I thought what I felt was me alone. Little did I know that it served as a launching point for her to begin another quest, me. We both knew that what we had was not definite, it was not necessarily mutual, and it had to be nurtured along. However, at that moment, I could think of nothing but loving her. The look on her face, the determination of her pretty mouth over me and the gentle working of her fingers were for nothing more than to bring me pleasure. My pleasure alone would bring her pleasure, which was apparent. I had taken a while, seeing how close it was to my last eruption, and that was a big one, but she was getting me and she knew it. I'm sure she tasted my early emissions and now my breath changed and my breath caught and my middle flinched before I felt the orgasm start from deep in my groin as I sent my semen into her loving mouth. She made no move to avoid it or change her rhythm, I just heard her swallow once than after a few more seconds, again. When she was sure I had stopped pushing anything out she slowly drew her mouth off and looked at the head, licked it like an ice cream cone, then kissed the tip. She looked to me and smiled and fell to hug her head beside mine. She whispered, "Matt is gone from both of us, but we'll have a part of him forever in our hearts, but I have you now, and you have me. It's meant to be if we try hard to make it work, OK? I can't dwell on him, I have work at you, at us." I let her words sink in as at first I didn't understand her meaning. I thought she wanted me to be her new Matt, but that wasn't it at all. Matt made her remember what love was, but now she wanted to stop obsessing over what she lost, and fill her life again. I truly hoped we could make it work. Chapter Five On Monday morning I went to work with a whole new outlook on life that Chelsea had awoken. I was in early, as usual, and no one was at the front desk and reception and I gave little thought to it as I was there before regular hours. My team and I were putting the final touches on the entirety of the new addition on CAD and ready to print blueprints. The bridge had been a challenge and it had been finished, now, for the time being, a bridge to nowhere. The final permits for the connecting bridge were to be delivered today, a formality for starting the connecting building. That construction had to be finished before the tourist and back to school (university close by) season and we finished it within the time parameters. Only the steel for the connecting wall was in place on the addition, but now we could go forward. TV crews and reporters were there to record the formality because of the impact on the local job situation it would eventually have. I sort of expected to see Chelsea, but Channel 5 sent another reporter. I suddenly realized that per company policy, visitors would have to be announced before being escorted while security measures were put in place, so I knew Carrie-Ann would be in soon. I took a large blue post-it note and wrote a message on the back of it. "I've found someone. Your Friend, Rance" I underlined FRIEND about four times to convey to her I truly considered her more than a fuck buddy. She personified discretion, as well as passion. We each knew our place for THAT part of our lives. I folded the post-it to itself, sealing my message inside and put it in my pocket. My team was already covering anything that cameras might pick up that we didn't want to show, knowing security would be by to check on clearances. Then a buzzer rang and the double door auto-opened and Carrie-Ann came through looking for me. She showed no emotion as she called my name, nothing to give anyone an idea of a relationship. "Mr. Glynn, the contingent from the Mayor's office as well as reporters are here. Once I get the OK, I'll escort them up the hall." She said professionally. "Thank you, Miss Poulson." I said as I handed her my folded post-it. She took it and was off to wait for security's OK. About 5 minutes later I heard a ruckus on the hallway and I knew they were coming. The buzzer rang and the door opened and Carrie-Ann came through. "Mr. Glynn, your visitors." She said as I looked up and nodded. She nodded back as the entourage passed her. As the last person came through I looked back to her. Her face was stoic and then suddenly a half smile appeared and she winked before walking back to her desk. I knew she understood and accepted what I suppose she had seen and heard from other "playmates" in the past. She wanted no part of standing in the way of lovers. I quickly learned that when you have a relationship with a news anchor, you don't see them very much. She was usually going to work by 9 or 10 and getting home between 8 and 10 in the evening. Chelsea was a workaholic, reminding me of myself, but she was off on weekends, or much abbreviated on weekends. As we worked out time to see each other I came to a grim realization about her. She was working so tirelessly to get a shot at an anchor job either at a network, at a network home station, or in a Top 10 market. What would become of our relationship if that were to happen? I was almost afraid to ask, but we were having too much fun getting to know each other in the ways we didn't already know, and of course one of those was sexually. The first Monday after THE Sunday I placed a call to her service at the station and it was never returned until almost 7pm, as I was ready to go home. "I would really love to see you tonight." She said in a low voice on the phone after I said "hello". "Where were you all day?" was my reply. "My service just gave me the call about an hour ago. I can give you my private cell but it doesn't ring. I can usually see it light up and check to see who it is, but returning the calls is hard. I have a lot to do each day." "You name the time and place." I answered back, probably in a tone that told her I was frustrated. "Invite me to your place, I can go home in the morning and get ready for work, I usually don't have to be there until 10 unless I'm on Hot Mike assignment." She said as I waited for an explanation. "Oh, Hot Mike is a news desk that is ready to go on the air 24/7 for any crisis. Someone has to be be within 5 or 10 minutes and be available. There's always A newsperson in the house, but if we were say about to be hit by a Hurricane, people tend to feel more comfortable hearing the details from the anchor who shapes their news most every day. I'm clear tonight, my co-anchor is on, give me your address." I told her where I was, and we were both within 10 minutes of the station, so any emergency was not going to be a problem, in most cases. I drove home and she was right behind me in the parking lot so we met and kissed and went into my place. "I've been paranoid all day that after sleeping on everything last night you might have second thoughts." She said quietly before we even had a chance to settle. I turned to her and shook my head NO. "No, second thoughts Chelse, everything is as it was. Never be paranoid. I'll be as honest as possible with you and I expect the same from you." "Did you tell your friend that you had an interest in me?" She asked with trepidation that I might not answer. "Chelsea, paranoia will eat you alive. I said I would take care of that and I did. She has no interest in getting between anyone and even though I will remain friends with her I should tell you that the only times I've ever seen her is when we had sex. There's nothing to worry about." I insisted. "I haven't had to play this game since High School Rance, cut me a little slack. But I am perceptive enough to know you have doubts or questions. Last night I'll bet it was hard to cover every base with your hoo-hah in my mouth." She said with a giggling blush. "It wasn't just your mouth that had me distracted." I said as I hugged her tightly. "OK, here's my question for you." I said to her frightened face as soon as she heard OK. "Suppose you get the big offer to move to a Top 10 market, or to work at a network. What do I do?" "Well, we'll talk it over to see if I can accept it, depending where it is, and if we're still together." She said cautiously. "OK, let's make every supposition with the assumption we are still together." I said with a grin. "Say it's New York," She said, "Nothing changes, we just don't see each other EVERY day." "What if it's Dallas, Texas?" I asked. "Then it's time to sit down, discuss our future, long term. Then look at the money, and if there's an opportunity for you. If it's not feasible for you, it's Chelly Katz with the news on Channel 5." "What if you don't get the numbers here, and what of your goals?" I asked. "Having you is a new goal right now. I mean what if I don't get numbers here? . . . . and I have to move on?. Umm, Welcome to Walmart, let me know if there's anything I can help you with." She said with a smile. "Rance, if it all works, one depends on the other. Let's not cross bridges until they pop up. I so want to enjoy this. Just as an aside, my two ratings quarters here bury everyone else, every demographic." "I'm going to order Chinese, any preferences?" I asked. "That means discussion is over, you don't have any reservations?" She asked. I just nodded and smiled. I never felt so comfortable with a woman, even June. Although it had only been hours, I really knew Chelsea for a long, long time. I think we both fantasized about each other from afar, afraid to admit anything. I think my challenge to see a doctor made that clear to her, when it was subconscious in reality. We shared an order of Lemon Chicken and settled on the sofa and talked, and smooched, and kissed, and petted, and talked. "You haven't shown me the bed room yet." She hinted as she made the move to get up. "I have dibs on top bunk!" I said as I ran towards the back room. "You better be kidding." She said following me. "I have no pajamas or night gown, would you sleep in the nude to make me feel comfortable?" She asked cutely. "Sleep? Who said anything about sleep?" I asked, ever the comic. "Well, eventually." She answered as she came into my bedroom and saw my king size bed, neatly turned down on both sides. "Hmmm, you were pretty confidant I would be with you." She said with a smirk. "Just let things happen and nothing HAS to happen. I really want to be with you, get to know the part of you I've never known, beyond what we already know, beyond the intimacy." I said as I began to unbutton the blouse I saw her deliver the news in that night. Once unbuttoned she began to pull out the tails, but I took her hands and put them back at her side. I peeled her blazer, with the blouse, off and down her back as she turned. I took a hanger that was on my suit butler valet stand. I found the button stay on the side of her skirt to reveal the zipper ridge that followed the seam and pulled the tab down. Her skirt fell as I pinched a corner so it wouldn't hit the floor, and she stepped out of it. I folded that and added it on the valet Standing there in just her thin bra that did little to hide her nipples and matching pink panty made me want her right then, but I controlled myself. I kissed her lips as I unhooked the front clasp on her bra and let her slip her arms out and then I ran my hands down her hips catching my thumbs in her panty and lowering them for her to step out of. It was at this point I realized what a beautiful body she had. She had a flat belly, with just a hint of roundness when she exhaled, flat, but not starved. Her bottom was like that of a 16 year old, firm and supple, and perfectly round. I was seeing her breasts naturally for the real first time as she stood, the large areola, and fat nipple buds sat on the top of a firm round mass that showed just a slight distention, but all her dark loveliness centered and standing out as if beckoning to be squeezed and sucked. "Cat got your tongue?" "Chelsea, you are so beautiful, so exquisite. If your viewers knew how perfect you were beneath all that and behind the desk, . . . wow!" "Actually, that's a little frightening, stalkers. I surely play it down for TV. You're not on TV, get undressed." She said with a little grin. I finished getting my clothes off and held the bed open for her before I got in. "How can we be so sure of ourselves after such a short time?" She said as if thinking aloud. "What are we sure of?" I asked, somewhat facetiously. "Us. Well, not "us" in perpetuity but us in the fact we know we can give this a real good shot. We know each other so well; know the heartbreaks of our lives, the pleasures. We've done the dance with each other and tried to hide the steps. I mean, we both secretly wanted this since the day I met you at NorFab. I saw the look in your eye. You even took a long inhale when you got close to me, and I felt you do it again. I thought your nostrils flared, you seemed so excited. I'm so sorry I played coy after our dinner date. I just had to take care of things and I wasn't going to fuck this up." She said as she sat up on one elbow looking at me. "I didn't pick up anything until we said goodnight on the dinner date, and even then I wasn't sure. Very perceptive on my "scenting" you. That made me so flustered, it was the first time I saw my "friend with benefits" that night. I hadn't smelled a woman up close in a long while and your scent was so familiar." I admitted as I moved over and kissed her laying her flat, bringing one hand up to cup her left breast. She responded to my kiss with her tongue and putting a hand over the one I had on her breast, making sure I squeezed hard. I moved my body a little closer until my ready hard cock touched her side. She moved a bit to free her other arm and grab hold of my cock. "We can't be so rough tonight, my little pussy was tender this morning, and I had a dull ache deep inside for a while. Doc said that would happen. I'm supposed to call him to talk about it. I hope he's not just an old pervert." She said giggling as her hand gripped my cock tighter. "We can just do oral if you want, whatever makes you happy." I whispered. "No, my jaw was sore too. I hadn't done that in a long time either." She said with the same almost self deprecating giggle. I moved over her and loaded two fingers with spit and found her little slit and applied it, slipping my dick in almost both all in one motion. "Ohhhh, that's so nice Rance. I've needed you for so long and today was a long day of wanting. You feel so big in me. Fuck me nice." She whispered. Her pussy was so tight that just slipping a few inches into her was pressure enough and pleasure enough to get any man off, although I did have the urge to go deep and really draw up a good load. Her whispers and groans were going to be enough to set me off as I watched her face as she came under me, at least twice, maybe 3 times. Not as loud and vocal as the night before, but still she was getting it good. I began to skip breaths and make little pleasure sounds as I looked down at Chelsea, her eyes glued to mine when her eyes got wide and she said, "I want your cum." I was close, but still a bit away and asked "On your belly, or inside." "I want it in my mouth, let me taste you again. I love that, it makes me feel close." She said quickly knowing the time was nigh. Now June had no problem tasting or eating cum, the only other woman whom I had regular oral with was Carrie-Ann and she took it, but spit it over me later usually. Chelsea was the first who craved it. I licked her cream up the night before and I've never minded the taste of a woman, but a guy had so much more volume, but if she wanted it, . . . .well. I pulled from her and she was going to move down to me, but I was already moving up to her and we made a clumsy move at each other and my first shot went to her shoulder and over as I tried to delay it, but she managed to fit the tip in her mouth and stroke at me a bit. She never took more than half the head in her mouth. I pushed her hand away and stroked knowing I had missed half my nut in our clumsy try at mid air copulation. With her eyes looking questioning at me I stroked hard and my full orgasm hit as my feet flattened on the bed and I cried out knowing I pushed one hard spurt into her mouth and then dribbled. When she had a mouthful she took the tip from her lips and I saw her turn her head and swallow as her thumb stroked over and over the head in the dribbling I was still producing. She got her breath and looked up to my face. "Sorry, I didn't expect so much, you're a healthy man." She said grinning and still clearing her mouth of my load before she let go of me and stayed sitting up bracing herself up on her two hands and arms. I moved to the side and knelt looking at her, so pretty in the low light, her tits spectacular in the body position she was holding. "Don't think I'm awful for liking that, it's the only way I could get intimate before and there's something very satisfying to it, personal." She said as if defending herself. "Chelsea! I'm not judging. Anything we, or anybody, does consensually is fine." I insisted as she kept trying to apologize for enjoying herself for the first time in many years. She changed her posture a bit and smiled at me, saying "You're a sweet man." Before lying down to sleep. I said, "Tasting?" and she propped up on one elbow and asked, "Tasting, what do you mean?" "Sweet tasting!" I said, explaining my attempt at humor. She rolled her eyes and turned to fall asleep. I was right behind her, exhausted from my day and the evening. When my alarm went off in the morning she was up and already getting dressed. "I hope no one see's my "walk of shame" this morning." She said with a chuckle. "Take one of my ball hats and sunglasses." "Hmmm, I think I will." She said grinning going to the top of my dresser to choose both. In a moment she came over to the bed and bent to kiss me goodbye. "I'll call you the first chance I get today. Don't bother with my service. I washed out my panty when I got up, but it didn't dry so it's hanging in your shower. Welcome to a relationship." She said with a big smile, and she started to leave but stuck her head back in for a moment. "You're going to have to start calling me Chelly too. I picked that up in service it's kind of stuck to the point I like it. Only my Mom called me Chelsea." She said and she was gone. I laid there for a minute thinking if I could call her Chelly. That might take some getting used to. Already I was feeling closer to her that I had for anyone, even June. That led me to believe that June was just a security blanket in some ways. Except for the sex, she really mothered me and took care of me. She was special for sure, but the special feelings growing for Chelly were much different than what I felt with June. For all she did, I hoped June was as happy as I was right now. We carried on much like this, going from my apartment to her condo on different nights for the next month or so and then she had an out of town assignment for a few days and sometime later I had to go to New York to make some sort of testimony with our lawyers over a contract. But besides that, we spent every night together. We didn't make love every night, but quite a few of them. She enjoyed her new found sexual freedom, and I of course did as well. But, one thing that was coming to a head was the fact we both worked too much. It had been 6 new Sundays since the one where she made me dinner and seduced me. We had just finished breakfast of sweet cheese omelets with fresh fruit and coffee. We made love upon waking, celebrating Sunday, and we both had been particularly amorous. There had been no wham-bam about it as we flipped to 4 or 5 positions before I sprayed a long load, half in her pussy and half up her belly and between her breasts. She laid there with a satisfied smile as I knelt between her legs and smiled back until we both burst into happy laughter before I got up and got a towel to clean us off. We dragged ourselves to her bathroom with his and hers sinks, washed up, brushed teeth, and I shaved while she put on her robe and went to start breakfast. We acted as a precision team, making and pouring coffee, setting the table, getting the papers, eating and then settling on the sofa to finish sharing the Sunday Paper. It was 12:45 and we had just mentioned showering together once we finished up. I took the last section of paper she had finished and opened it when I finally found the right words in the right order to ask her a question that had been burning at me. "Chelly, besides working, eating, sleeping, and sex, what do we do together?" She bent down her paper and stared off into space for a moment and said "Nothing." "So is this what we're going to be?" I asked. "We have to make more time for each other, besides the sex. Each of us working 12 hour or more days is going to hurt us. How do we fix that?" "I suppose I really could get out of the station more, assign more of the duties that I've assumed that other people can do. They did give me a team to work with." She said looking off in thought. "Same here. With the super structure done on the addition I don't need to have my fingers in every little detail. I may even be able to begin my next project and move part of my team out. Nothing can be the rush this was. I've worked 20 hour days with this." "You don't need to see it through?" She asked. "In reality, if it works out mathematically on paper, it will work in reality. If something doesn't jive now, they run into a problem, it's just making it work from blueprint to reality. "What would we do with this extra time together?" She asked like a true workaholic. "Jeepers, I don't know Chelly, movies, quiet drives, sightseeing, shopping, little projects around our places. Hey, who knows, maybe more making love?" I said as she smiled at my words. "We're entering couplehood, aren't we?" She asked. "Is that good or bad?" I wondered. "Well, it makes the use of the L word come into play. I mean, I do love you and I suspect you love me (I do, I nodded) but are we "in love" in that sense. When your lease comes up should you move in here? Do we start to work finances and futures. Do we need to wait longer?" She asked. "Waiting never hurt any relationship because the opposite is rushing. Rushing into anything is bad because there are always things you don't stop and figure. My lease has 4 more months so we should know by then, but we do need to do things together to bond us, put us through our paces so we know each other better." Chelly got up and let her robe fall open and cuddled in next to me. "Why don't we go in and take showers together and start this bonding we're talking about? We haven't showered together since our first few nights. That was nice!" She said as she got up and extended her hand to me. My mind drifted back to that first shower together. I had showed her the Master Bath and upon seeing the separate shower stall she turned to me and cooed, "Would you like to wash me? . . . Because I would love to wash you. I've never showered with a man and I had a girlfriend who described it once over the phone, . . um . . après-weekend, and I couldn't leave the house all day, I was so busy." "WOW, true confessions, but you know they aren't necessary. Just let things happen." I said as I began to push off her robe. I kissed her lips as I undid the tie on her robe and let her slip her arms out and then I ran my hands down her hips catching my thumbs in her panty and lowering them for her to step out of. I reached in the shower and turned on the centered rain shower head and showed her in. "How about you?" She asked and I answered by dropping my pants as my belt came undone. I got out of the rest of my clothes and joined her under the centered rain-like shower head. I just used my hands and soap, no cloth, to wash her. Her body was so supple, almost like it was frozen in time at 18 years old. She kept so fit during all of that time, her figure never denied her. As I soaped the sweets cheeks of her ass I marveled at how firm they felt. When I began to wash between them she panicked and began to turn away saying, "No, that's personal!" I stopped and smiled at her saying, "We've tasted each other's cum, that isn't personal? I want to touch every inch of you." Then I continued to part her tight supple cheeks and wash her with my soapy hand right down to her little wrinkled hole as she relaxed some knowing it was the end of my washing. Finishing her I handed her the soap and she looked at me with a furrowed brow. "You don't have ideas of sex back there, do you?" "I have and we can if you like, that's your call. It's a very sexually responsive area, once you lose your inhibitions." "NO, I'm not interested. I know a correspondent who was taken from the street while reporting in a public uprising in the Middle East and two men raped her back there before they released her. She cried as told me about it, she thought she was going to die from the pain." "Chelsea, it's an acquired taste and calls for patience. I would never hurt you, only try to pleasure you. Remember, rape is not sex. Once you trust me more, we'll see what works out." I told her knowing most women fear anal sex, and understandably so. She washed me as I did her, with just soap and her hands. She had me so hard I thought I might burst. She grabbed the head and squeezed the blood out a few times, at least knowing that much of a man and his workings. She must have seen the question on my face after she did it a couple times. "Matt had me do that when it was just too much, and I could see it hurt. We, um . . . tried that other butt stuff and it hurt like crazy." She said softly. "Shhhh. Just enjoy our moment." I said reminding her that we closed the door on Matt, at least I hoped we had. Seeing her wet and glistening for the first time was a vision for sure. She could pass for 20 years old from the neck down. Her face, from the sun ravages of the Middle East showed some age, but still not close to her 35-38 I thought she was. You read stories about female newscasters being let go over looks, with them wanting younger looking women. Chelsea wouldn't have that problem. Her body was stunning and her face so cute and youthful, even without make-up We got out and dried each other and were about to go into the bedroom when she said she had to comb out her hair and dry it a little, "or else I'll have a real hard time with it in the morning." I went into the bedroom and pulled down the covers for us as I heard my drier whirr. I was so turgid I found myself squeezing down my knob and I had to check and see how close she was to done. I looked around the corner and her towel had fallen as she worked the drier and swiveled her hips. I could NOT wait one more second, as I went up behind her and put my hand in the center of her back, forcing her to bend. "Rance!" She laughed, "I'm ALMOST done!" She was about to turn to me when I fit the head of my cock in the groove of her smooth pussy. She thrust both hands down on the counter in front of the mirror to brace herself, quite willingly, to be taken. As I was sliding into her she was struggling to get the drier turned off. "I can't believe I was missing this for so long, you feel so good inside me. You sure you don't want to take it to the bed?" She panted. "We will, and the floor, the table, the patio, everywhere." I said as I pumped at her. Memories of that shower, her innocence and naïveté, would last a long time. Chapter Six As much as the sex was great and satisfying, I was all for getting a little more adventurous, but I was a little skittish as to how Chelly might accept it. Her sex life had been Vanilla, Chocolate, and Strawberry to this point in her life, ie: Oral, intercourse, and private masturbation. I wasn't bored because what sex we had was lively and she was multi-orgasmic, for which she would worship me afterward. No matter what we did, almost always, afterward she would hold my cock in her hands until it began to come to life again, then she would give me a BJ to put me to sleep and end her night. She usually played with her clit during her oral ministrations. If it were in the middle of the day, rather than night, she would dispense with the clit play and upon finishing she would shower and diddle herself in there. It wasn't that she wasn't satisfied by the sex, it was just she was always game for more. The first time I tried to work her into a 69 position she acted like we were doing something WAY, WAY over the top. I asked her what the difference was in my eating her, and she doing me, or us doing it together. She finally relented and learned to enjoy it. We sixty-nined side by side and laying flat with her over me. When I thought she was ready to expand her horizons we made the move with me on top. After a few sessions like this with my cock firmly stuck in her throat (she had no gag reflex) and her hips rolled up so her legs were in the air, I moved my mouth to her little virgin asshole and, although I was aware she might bite off my dick, I ate that little hole until she was humming all over my cock. I would have stopped if she had protested, but, being a polite girl, didn't talk with her mouth full. When we finished, after I had cum in her mouth and she all over my face, she blushed as she told me not how good it felt, but how it made her feel dirty. When she said the words "feel dirty" her eyes lit up and her smile broadened. So, in the future I tried to find ways to make her "feel dirty", maybe do things or act like she never imagined. Remember she was shielded from sex by her own fears and inhibitions and now the sexual monster in her was awakening. Late at night when we were retiring for the night we often made love, under the covers, missionary, her stifling hard squeals in the late hour. As I mentioned before, 9 times in 10 we would lay and talk while she stroked and played with me and would give me a good night blowjob. She just loved it so much. I guess it's what made me crazy that she would find anything else "dirty". Oral sex is something 99% of sexually active girls do, and about 10% admit to, go figure. When sex was recreational, it took me a while to get her to do doggie position unless it was dark. I guess she thought showing me her rear business was dirty or kinky. Little by little I got her to be more comfortable about sex and how natural and normal it was. Once when we were about to get into a little daylight doggie, I took a quick pee break and when I came back she was waiting, smiling, wagging her cute ass at me. I went to the front of the bed and presented her with my cock to suck. "Fluff me?" I asked. "What's that?" She asked. "Get me hard, I lost a bit when I went to the john. Let me fuck your mouth a little." I asked again. "Fuck my mouth? No!" was her answer. "Chelly! What do you think you do every time you put this in your mouth? Except here, I'll do the fucking, you just have to sit there and enjoy it." I rationalized as she fell to the bed and began to pout. I lay down beside her to reason with her and as soon as I did, she reached for my junk to try and get me up again. I let her carry on for a moment and when I thought she might make her move over me, I got up. "Don't go away!" She protested. "I'm not! Get on your hands and knees. You want to suck this, let me feed it to you." I said smartly. She moved to her hands and knees with her head right in front of me. I presented for her and she opened her mouth and took the head in. I took my hands and ran them just above her ears to pet and preen her. Then with my fingers behind her ears I said, "Now let me fuck that beautiful mouth." Soon I was stroking in and out of her mouth and she had her eyes closed loving it. At one point she had angled her head down and I was rock hard and bent up at the same angle. I stroked her mouth as fast as I ever stroked her pussy. Once I knew my balls were stirring I stopped and quickly turned her around and pummeled her pussy from behind. Once we were through she crawled onto me like a pussy cat and whispered, "I loved you fucking my mouth, like I was your love doll. I'm sorry. Be patient with me." Another first that panicked her was when I was eating her, nibbling on her clit, leaking all over the place as I fingered her with my first 2 fingers. My pinky was hitting her asshole each time, so I stiffened it and it went right up her little chute, wet from her leaking. I was prepared for her attempt to buck me off as I kept her clit ready to burst and had been massaging her g-spot. After a few minutes and a couple hard cums she was bouncing on that finger. That night in bed she scolded me, "You think you're going to try and go in my ass, and it's not going to happen." I laughed at her saying, "I bet I do, and when it happens, it will be after you ask me to, I wouldn't do it any other way." Little by little she learned how to play and be playful, but most of all, to trust me. We had plenty of recreational sex, but lots and lots of "make love sex" as well. In her mind she learned how to connect the two by the pleasure factor. I would always go back to where she got excited "feeling dirty". It embarrassed her at first but I got it through to her that she wouldn't think of doing any of those things with a person she didn't love, and she agreed saying, "No one but YOU". If we both consent, there is no harm. As much as Chelly's idea for more bonding was more sex, I think she and I knew the reality of it all. We had to open our relationship to outside of our living quarters. She had become so popular in the area that she was recognized a lot. She wasn't being stalked or anything, but she knew when she was in a store there were people pointing and whispering. So the decision for us to bring out our relationship meant there might be people who would wonder about our relationship, start rumors, and all that. Her visual physical persona on the TV was still played down, but she was much better and fresher looking outside of work. A beautiful woman in either circumstance, but the attention should be the news, not the face delivering it. Personality-wise, she glowed on TV. Her banter with the people on the news team and her personal asides made her a popular local celebrity. I think part of what people liked, especially women, was that she was so obviously in command of the newscast, especially when it was a breaking story and it was live on the air, like Election night. She would bark out orders to "give me our camera at the a certain district or county" as she worked figures right on the air with her aides as you saw her nodding to them as they came to conclusions on results. She was just "in charge" and "on top of" the situation at hand delivering the news in an unbiased, knowledgeable delivery. Local big stories that were being picked up nationally showed her the consummate professional and it was obvious to me and lots of others around her that the networks or at least a top number market would call soon. Part of that on air persona played in my head when we would play sexually. The woman who interviewed the local politician on trial for using his office for personal gain was holding her tits around my cock and kissing the tip each time it went through to her mouth. The woman who called the local election upset first was getting her pussy licked and fingered before I turned her over and gave her a deep flat-fucking. The sex was getting more and more spectacular and she was getting more and more receptive and demanding of different ways I might please her. But, at the end of the day when we were exhausted from work and have come home to eat and sleep, we could lie between the sheets and have a long gentle screw. As we became more and more obvious together I got kidded at work about being Mr. Chelly Katz, but I didn't mind. Our relationship was blossoming and things were good after almost 7 months. My landlord had sent me a new lease for my apartment with 6 weeks left on the old. I had to give him one full calendar month plus 2 days notice to leave or it would automatically renew on the 1st day of the last month. On the Monday of the last week I had to sign or opt out, Chelly called my cell during the day. "CleerChannel called my agent this morning and offered me St. Louis or Dallas, both Top 10 markets. They each mean a LOT more money. Turning them down would probably negate any chance of a future offer, and there's a close to retirement anchor in DC that would mean the world to me." She said excited. "So what are you going to take?" I asked, still shocked a bit. "What do you think?" She queried me. My end of the line went dead. I had no words for her. My mind reeled at the thought of her leaving and my having a long distance relationship, or no relationship at all with her. I thought of her goals, her obsession. "Rance? Are you there?" She shouted at my silence. "YES! I'm here! I can't make a decision like that for you. You decide which one is best for you. I'll stand by any decision you make, you know that. Uh, I have to go, I'm in the middle of a staff meeting. See you tonight." I said lying and hanging up. "FUCK!" I thought to myself. "I'm going to lose another woman to a goddam career! I make great money and she needs her own paycheck and fame more than me!" I was already sorry for my selfish inner tirade, all about me, not concerned for her. I left the office and went to lunch. My anger at the situation was lessening as I offered myself the option of just going with her wherever it was. Then I was happy, she was happy and I would find work for myself. Maybe it would be ME saying "Welcome to Walmart, let me know if there's anything I can help you with." Chelly was so damn sweet, took such good care of me, sexually and otherwise. Why would I let her go alone? If we made our arrangement "official" she made great money now, and would get more wherever else she went. When I got home I would support any decision she made. She would be so happy to hear my conclusion. Unfortunately, by the time I got home, I had re-thunk the whole scenario. I so looked forward to my work, the creations I had been part of, the plans that Mahoney, Jenkins and Smith Construction Services had for me. I was in line to be named a partner once I finished my fifth year there. They already acknowledged that I was the best and brightest they had and given me enough remuneration to keep me from straying. I had signed an agreement that if I did leave I couldn't work for any competitor (read: work in engineering of any kind) for 50 months. They had contracts with the State of New York as well as other major players in the local and national market that planned on expansion. The NorFab campus and bridged expansion project had earned Mahoney, Jenkins and Smith major building kudos and I was singled out in the trade magazines for its inception and creation. I got home early that night so I could watch her do the news and see if she was announcing any changes at all. In most media cases, once you've given a notice, you're off the air immediately. She was on, as bright as ever, as happy as ever. As I watched her I couldn't help but notice her perfect mouth. This woman who treated my penis like it was the font of youth was going to be out of my life soon. Damn, I was going to miss the way she loved me. The way she loved oral was the dream of most men, and I was living it, not to mention her joy for sex altogether. I started to get a little excited thinking of her bedroom skills when I began to think of the great team we made. Cooking, cleaning, washing clothes, getting dry cleaning done, the late night conversation on finances, world news, politics and life in general were all a part of US. The long weekends we started having to have more "together" experiences were the best, Vermont, Maine, Florida, Las Vegas, Toronto, and New York City were all romps of fun, food, and sex. Maybe when she came home I would just beg her not to go, not to change our lives that I had grown to love and nurture. As soon as I decided on that I beat myself up, knowing her hopes and dreams. I decided that I would go along with any decision she made and attempt to cope for a time and see what worked out. I really wanted to see her happy and content. While vacillating on my tact on the situation the door opened and a long faced Chelly came in. "Hi, sweetheart." She said with little emotion. I answered with a simple "Hello" and didn't rush her as I normally did to kiss her. Something didn't seem right. "I spoke with my agent after I spoke to you and he wanted me to wait until tomorrow to be with me when I went to the station and tell them I wanted out of my contract. He didn't think it would be a problem, seeing as how I was moving so far up the line. Later in the afternoon, as I was working on stories for The Six, a station lawyer approached me and asked me to come with him and a VP from Tri-State Communications, the station owners. I told them I wanted a Union rep or my agent and he said it was not necessary, it wasn't that kind of meeting." "I went in the Inner Sanctum with these two and they confronted me with an email someone picked up from CleerChannel saying I was going to Dallas or St Louis. I protested that I was brought in under false pretenses and would file a grievance and stood to leave. Then John Stoddard stood up, he's owns about 40% of the whole company, and he smiled at me saying, "We aren't trying to talk you out of anything, or stand in your way. We just want you to know how we feel." She continued. "So I stayed to listen. In very friendly tones and voices they told me that my 18 months there were their most pleasant experience with any newsperson or personality and they hoped I would become the face of the station and had began to toy with packaging a syndicated daily news show for the rest of their stations and possibly beyond. He took out a presentation on his laptop, which they obviously had worked on for a long time, proving their intentions. Then they offered me a huge raise, almost 40% and a guaranteed contract for 5 more years beyond the 18 months I have left." She said deadpanned, where I thought she would display a big bright smile. "So, what did you tell them?" I asked, already knowing she was going to turn it down. "I told them I had to talk to you first. Rance, I've always thought that reaching the top end of my craft would be the most fulfilling thing in my life. Right now, I only want to be where you are. I don't want to upset my life. I want to get married and settle in right here, with you." I didn't quite know how to react to her words. I was searching for the words when she interrupted me. "What do you think!! Tell me you want what I want Rance! But only do it if you mean it. Don't appease me, do it with your heart." She pleaded. I didn't need time to think. This woman had made me happier and more fulfilled than anyone I had ever been with and the thought of being without her was already tearing at my heart. My wide grin told her my answer. It was the final step that either one of us were afraid to make without the push from the other. Now suddenly it was forced upon us. I would have asked her to make this entire thing permanent long ago, but I feared she would keep her career thoughts in check and refuse me and leave me a lame duck lover, basically hanging around until she wouldn't need me. Suddenly I was bigger than her career. In the back of my mind I came to the realization that I would have left with her if that were needed to keep us together. With the offer from Channel 5 we seemed to have everything to make us both happy. We rushed to each other and hugged and kissed, both expressing the sentiments we each had been afraid to totally show each other. "I do LOVE you Rance." She whispered, "And I want to live with you every day of my life, no matter WHERE I work!" "I LOVE you too!" I said through tears I didn't know I had in me, "I would have followed you anywhere, but staying here makes my life, my career complete. If things come up in the future we can decide then, but we can stay here and start a family now, if you want." "I want that more than anything. We'll have to plan a wedding." She said also now in tears. We looked and acted like a bad soap opera, but we were both happy to get off the egg shells we had both been aware of between us. "Let's go out and celebrate." I shouted. Her hand went to my crotch with a hard squeeze saying, "Why don't we stay in and celebrate?" Epilogue I swear that the day she chose me over that advancement of her career she freed herself from the sexual bonds of her life. Before then walking naked around her own place, on the 16th floor, mind you, would never happen. Sex right out on the living room floor, would never happen. On the sofa, maybe, but never totally naked. She was always slipping into a robe to get up from bed after sex and going to the bathroom and closing the door. Suddenly that all stopped, clothes and closed door became optional as she totally opened herself up to life with the man she loved and trusted. I had always lived that way with June. Now what Chelly used to scold me for, like, "put some pants on!" "Close the door, for God's sake" ect, we did commonplace in each other's company. Where we were together was our inner sanctum and free to be whatever we wanted. Our sex became more spontaneous, more adventurous. She suddenly became the 18-20 year old woman who was discovering her body and that of her mate, but she was doing it with her 30-something body that was mature and over-ripe for learning, . . . . and me? I couldn't have been happier.