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 Good Neighbor Policy

   I remember the day they moved in, it was our 25th Wedding Anniversary
the day the van pulled up.  The rest of the neighborhood had planned a
block party for us and I recall the moving van being parked in front of our
house (and theirs, it was so long) when I woke up.  The cab was a sleeper
and 3 men alighted around 8 o'clock and undid the back doors and the
move-in started.

   After coffee I went over to introduce myself to the couple who were
pointing out to the movers where to place everything.

   "Hello, My name is Casey Sperry (the name I always used instead of Keith
Cale Sperry) and I guess I'm going to be your new next door neighbor." I
said to the tall thin gentleman pointing and gesticulating places to rest
the boxes and furniture coming off the truck.

   "Eli Colleat!  Glad to meet you.  Sorry to come in here cold, but we
bought this place based on pictures from my realtor and a video tour.  We
came all the way from Fort Benning, Georgia and flight connections are as
much as a house payment.  We just had to get into a place that had 4
seasons and New York seemed the best bet." He said as he turned and gave me
a firm handshake.

   "Oh?  Military?" I queried.

   "No, but close enough that we had a Fort Benning South mailing address,
even though we were actually in the Columbus Georgia limits.  My mail
carrier explained it once, something about rural routes and that, but, it
doesn't matter anymore."

   Just then a woman came into the garage raising her pointed finger to
make a point to Eli when she stopped and Eli turned to her.

   "Fontana, honey, this is Casey Sperry, our new next door neighbor."

   Fontana wiped her hand on her pants and extended it to shake hands.  "So
nice to be greeted so soon.  Umm, all those decorations on the block aren't
for us, are they?"

   "Well, I wish I could tell you yes, but they are for a 25th Anniversary
Party the block is throwing for me and my wife Linn.  You should stop over
later when it gets going, you can meet everyone." I suggested as my eyes
surveyed her up and down, trying not to be too conspicuous.

   She was thin and appeared a bit muscular in her arms and chest area, but
had prominent breasts, nice 88's.  (88 is an orange (fruit) size, "medium",
I worked for many years as a fruit and veggie buyer for a Buy-Low, a
supermarket chain.  I worked from my home in the Food Broker business now.
It's how the crass men in our field judged breast size.  The average fat
winter Florida navels are 56's.  It's how many you can get in a standard 40
pound crate.  Men are pigs, and I'm one of them)

   "We'll talk about it and get back to you." She said decisively and
walked away.  That was when I first noticed her delicious ass.  Plump and
shifting side to side, just like the beat to Roy Orbison's "Pretty Woman".
"We'll be there.  She seems to think we'll get EVERYTHING moved in as they
bring it, and we're already falling behind.  I just want the big furniture
in place for tomorrow when the kids get here.  Her mother is driving them
up." Eli said with a proud smile.

   "Oh, kids!  How many?"

   "Two boys, 10 and 11." He told me as I became afraid to ask what an Eli
and a Fontana might name their kids.  "Joey and Jimmy." He finished.

   I was so afraid he was going to tell me "Atlee and Ferguson" or some
other odd names to let their kids know how THEY had suffered with "off the
path" names.

   "Oh?  How nice!  They will like the block here.  Lots of kids, and in
their age group, too.  Ours are grown and out of the nest, Robert and Sue
Ellen.  We were about the first house in the development, the down payment
a wedding gift from both of our parents.  We had been high school
sweethearts and got married the year after we graduated, and like I said,
today's our Anniversary as well as Linn's birthday, the 6th anniversary of
her 39th, heh, heh.  (We were each 20 when we married)

   Eli nodded but was clearly distracted by the two movers with hand carts
of boxes waiting for instructions.

   "Well, ELI!  Let me let you get back to the project at hand, moving in!
I'll be back over later as things with the party develop.  You two really
should meet everyone." I said sidestepping a uniformed mover and going back
home.

   That afternoon Eli talked sense to his wife, finally convincing her that
there was no way they could have the whole house set up for their boys'
arrival the next day.  They came to the block party and thus began a mutual
admiration society between them and their neighbors.  We are a tightly knit
group of couples and families who look out for each other all the time,
helping each other out, covering for each other, watching our homes when
we're away, and taking a general interest in each other's well being.  When
one of our kids was married we all were there to send them off into life
with full support.  We had close relationships with many neighbors, but
none more so close as we got to Fontana and Eli.  Being next door neighbors
you tend to know EVERYTHING about them, and they us, and we always shared
life's victories and defeats, many times over too much alcohol.

   Unfortunately, my marriage with Linn didn't last to our 35th
Anniversary. Linn had a mid-life crisis of sorts after a breast cancer
scare.  After 3 rounds of chemo-therapy that seemed to take care of the
dreaded disease she lost her zest for life with me.  We seemed to grow
apart at all levels and I realized that the woman I married was no longer
in Linn's body.  I fully expected her to ask me to move out when she told
me SHE was moving out to travel the country and find the peace and solace
she once knew with me.  While I did not want to lose her, it was apparent
that the woman I married was no longer in love with me and her life became
more and more secretive and private.  She hadn't taken lovers or anything
like that, she was just dreadfully unhappy.  She sought to dissolve the
marriage with a one-time pay-off from our savings and IRA's to get her
started.  I fully expected her to come to her senses, but she left with
around 50K and an agreement for another 50K payoff at 59 and a half.  (When
I could get it out without penalty) She got lawyers to set it in stone with
no further possibility of remuneration.  I hear from her from time to time,
as do the kids, and all I know is that she is working in the medical X-ray
field, as she did when we were married, near Las Vegas.

   Now with people like Eli and Fontana you tend to become very close to
them as you share more and more of your lives.  I thought of the two of
them as brother and sister.  While Linn was here we vacationed together,
went out together, and spent many an afternoon and evening together with
dinners, BBQ's, and the like.  I remembered a few times when we all had too
much to drink and the talk got sexy and we said things we wouldn't normally
share, outside of marriage.  On one particular night when we were all
pretty randy and blitzed we put on a porn movie we found in my sons room
when we cleaned it out upon his moving.  Now, no sexual contact even
occurred between any of us, nor was it even suggested.  One odd thing was
when the movie got to a point where the male lead would ejaculate in the
woman's mouth, Eli recoiled, spouting; "That is the most disgusting thing I
can imagine!  How could any man treat a woman like that!"

   Linn and I were both shocked at his revulsion to the act that we thought
of as pretty normal during a hot session with your lover.  I remember
looking at Fontana as he carried on and she seemed to be shaking her head
at him and she gave me a little grin.  We continued watching the flick
after his little tirade and towards the end, the couple has anal sex, where
upon Eli got up and walked out, saying it was over the line, dragging
Fontana away with him.  She protested to him that it was only a movie, and
not an endorsement from us.  The next day he came over and apologized for
his actions saying he drank too much and was just so grossed out at the
perverted sex on the screen he couldn't sit there anymore.

   Linn and I had tried anal a few times over the years and although not a
favorite of hers, she consented occasionally and we never thought it
"perverted".

   Linn had been gone for about 2 years, a year shy of what would have been
our 35th Anniversary, and I was at the Colleat house for burgers and beers,
a near regular Summer Saturday tradition, especially since both of their
boys were overseas at college (Eli's UK alma mater).  This day, however,
Eli was finishing painting some doors.  It was a job he had fallen behind
on and wanted them to dry before heavy humidity was due to move in.

   I was sitting drinking a beer as Fontana started the grill and began to
sear the burgers.  I truly was staring at her ass as it swayed and I guess
I got into a bit of a trance on it as she turned and said,

   "Geez Casey, would you like a picture of it to bring home?"

   "What, the grill?  I asked.

   "You know what I mean, . . .  MY ASS!  God, are you that lonely?"

   "Fontana my dear, a man need not be lonely to look at your ass, he need
only be breathing.  It's quite lovely and the only reason you haven't known
I admired it before was because I wasn't caught."

   "You should get back out there.  You're not even 55 yet and still a
handsome guy.  You don't sit home and look at that old porno movie, do you?
There are a lot of willing available women to be had, if you look." She
scolded.

   "Oh Fontana, I guess I'm too lazy to look around for them.  Linn had
been perfect for me and I know she isn't coming back.  It's just at almost
55 there aren't a lot of desirable women my age." I said making my excuse,
still embarrassed she had caught me ogling.

   "They don't have to be your age.  Jesus God!  I'd find you attractive if
I were shopping for a mate and I'm 10 years, more or less, younger than
you. So don't . . . . . ." She stopped mid-sentence as Eli came out of the
basement where he was working.

   "Is the grill ready?  I can finish from here Fontana." He said as she
gave me a cute little smile and excused herself to go in and finish the
salad.  She did look back to see me watching her walk-away, and she smiled.

   I know she wasn't coming on to me and I would never do anything to hurt
Eli anyway.  She was just trying to encourage me to "put myself out there".
But, at 54, almost 55, I really didn't feel the urge to do the chase.  I
was still in pretty good shape, had all my dark hair, but I just didn't
feel the urge to pursue a woman again.  I had thought of going out of town
and enlisting a prostitute, but the possibility of arrest made me realize
that going to Nevada was my only option.  Getting laid was going to cost me
a couple grand with airfare, hotel, and brothel fees.  Just how much better
was it over free jerking off?

   Over the next few months I have to admit that any time Fontana and I
were alone together, she acted differently towards me, as compared to when
Eli was around.  She never came on to me, never flirted, but her attitude
when we were alone was different.  It was like that of a long married
couple, I guess.  The mood would be described as "very familiar".

   On the occasion of my 55th birthday my kids came to town to celebrate
with me and we had a great time, despite the fact that Linn never showed up
as she had promised the kids she would.  She had made a pact with my
daughter Sue Ellen that she would come with her new man, but he would stay
behind in their hotel and not be at the party.  My son Bob was pissed that
she would even consider showing with another man.  Whatever happened in the
end, I don't know, but she never showed, leaving both kids in a funk.  Sue
Ellen told me later that she thought if Linn came and saw the house, me,
the neighborhood, and our friends she might pine for her old life.  But
that wasn't to be.

   During the party Eli got a call from his sister saying his mother was
close to death (she had suffered from Alzheimer's for years) and he quickly
arranged to fly out that evening.  My son Bob arranged to take him to the
airport when he went to get his own flight home.  Sue Ellen and her husband
had taken the train and were on the Lake Shore Limited later that night.

   So while the weekend and party were real nice and a great joy to see and
spend time with the kids, when everyone left I fell into a depression funk.
I sat on the back deck with a bottle of Jamesons, a shot glass and a
pitcher of iced tea.  My plan was to get blotto, go inside and sleep as
long as I could escape my depression.  I felt I would be OK Monday as soon
as I began phoning my accounts.  Once I got immersed in work I was always
fine.

   I had just sipped my third shot of Jamesons when I heard Fontana from
the fence near the deck.

   "Going to take a trip of your own?  That's no answer to your troubles.
Be happy the kids were here with all your friends.  Sue Ellen told me the
whole Linn story.  You know she was never going to come back to you Casey."

   "I know, and I never expected her to really.  I just thought she might
at least call.  I would like to hear her voice even though I know it's not
attached to the woman I once loved, well still do.  It's just she doesn't
exist anymore.  Damn drugs washed her away, saved her life, but washed her
away.  Had she died I don't know if that would have been better or worse
for me." I said bitterly.

   "Tell you what, I'll come over and keep you company if I can bring a pot
of coffee for us.  I don't want to see you passed out on the deck." She
said invitingly.

   "I suppose.  But I hope I don't regret losing this buzz." I said with a
half smile, glad I had a friend to talk with.

   "Tell you what; I'll bring some Irish Mist over too.  It won't go down
as fast or be as potent as the Jamesons in hot coffee, and you can control
your buzz better, OK?" She said smiling.

   I nodded and she went off to make her Thermos carafe of coffee.  I
managed one more shot of my Irish whiskey before she got here.  When she
came up the deck steps with the carafe and her bottle she had a
conciliatory smile on her face that soothed my mood.  It was nice to know
someone really cared for me and my feelings.

   Fontana was determined to get me to put myself out there and find
another woman to love, or at least spend time with.  I railed about any
woman my age or even 10 or 20 years younger would have baggage that I
wasn't sure I could deal with.

   "Don't be silly!  We ALL have baggage, just like you do.  I'm sure you
could find someone who would accept you from your own day one together, as
you would accept hers.  Even if you went to one of those singles get
togethers and were seen, the word would circulate that you were interested.
There are LOTS of women looking for a good man, and they all talk.  Your
marriage didn't break up because you were a cheater, a gambler, an
alcoholic, couldn't hold a job, or any other common reason.  You don't have
baggage, really.  If you hooked up with a woman who had a questionable past
what would you care as long as she had amended her ways, but STILL, I'm
sure there are a lot of women in the same situation as you.  Single through
no fault of their own.  Have an open mind." She reasoned with me, her hand
on my arm as her eyes fixed on mine.

   Fontana really cared for my well being.

   "Oh, I suppose you're right.  I just don't want to face going through
the whole chase, trap, and capture of finding a new woman.  I know they are
out there and that in the end I would be happy, but, I guess I'm just too
lazy to begin to make the commitment."

   "Pish-Pash, you're just too lazy and you don't seem to remember the fun
of the chase." She said waving her hands to me trying to sweep away my
attitude.

   Just then she slapped her arm at a mosquito and I brushed one from my
leg.

   "Come on, I'll help you move our party inside.  It's only 8:30 or so. 
We can talk more inside." She said picking up her carafe and bottle while I
got the cups and blew out the candles.  (The ones that were supposed to
keep the bugs away)

   We sat at the dining room table and she picked up the Church bulletin
from that mornings Mass.

   "You know I saw in church this morning's bulletin that there's going to
be a singles dance next weekend in the Parish Hall.  You should go.  Look,
it says 35 and older."

   I pushed my chair from the table and waved off her idea quickly and
turned my head envisioning the kind of desperate woman who would go to a
church gathering to find a date when Fontana suddenly got up and sat on my
lap.

   "Doesn't it feel nice to be close to a woman?  To feel her warm body
next to yours, her breath on your cheek as she hugs you?" She said as she
did just that.

   "Fontana!  Don't!  This isn't right." I insisted.

   "Casey, just tell me it doesn't feel good to feel that rush again." She
said with a sly grin.

   "YES, it does feel good.  You've fed my evening shower fantasy, now get
up."

   "No, I want you to know the joys of having someone who cares for you to
be close.  You know nothing could ever come between Eli and I.  I'm just
trying to help you understand what it feels like again." She said, her
mouth close to mine.

   She sighed and pasted her mouth to mine as I tried to resist her, but
her soft lips and taste was too hard to turn down.  I enjoined her kiss.

   It was a longer than normal kiss between two friends and her tongue
brushed the inside of my mouth as I was determined NOT to engage her that
way.

   She pulled back from me and looked at me with a sexy smile.

   "Underneath me I can feel there is no denying that you like this.  You
see?  There's still life in you and your loins are still interested.  NOW,
do you think the "hassle" of dating might be worth it?" She asked.

   "Yes, for sure.  Obviously I like it.  Now get up before something
happens I'm sorry for." I said forcefully.

   "Nothing will happen you'll be sorry for.  I'm having fun too.  It's
nice to know I still have it, . . .the allure.  We talked baggage, would
you think any less of me to know I was best known in high school as EO."
She grinned.

   "What does EO mean?" I wondered.

   "Easy Oral.  I made a lot of the boys happy.  I was very popular.  My
girlfriends and I kept our boyfriends that way, without having the risk of
getting preggers.  Hugging, kissing, squeezing, fingering and then a happy
ending." She giggled.

   "Eli said he thought that was disgusting.  How did you two get
together?"

   "He didn't like the happy ending, but he loved the blowjobs.  I've
watched him jerk off into a towel or underwear for 20 years.  He has too
many great qualities for me hold that against him."

   "Fontana!  That's too personal to talk about!" I said shocked that she
made such an intimate comment.

   "Casey, don't be such a prude.  I knew Linn well enough to know you were
a real hornball, especially when you drank.  If you want to talk intimate,
what do you call me sitting on your big hard dick?"

   She had me flustered beyond the realm of my imagination.  I wanted to
throw her down on the floor and fuck the stars out of her, but this was my
friend, besides being my friend's wife.

   "Please Fontana, before this gets beyond where either of us can help
what happens." I told her.

   She twisted a bit on my dick, inciting me more and kissed me once again
saying, "Let me tell you what's going to happen.  You need to see what
you're missing out there.  Now I know you ogle my boobs and my ass all of
the time, but my clothes aren't coming off and they won't be any screwing
like that.  HOWEVER, I plan on going to my knees, undoing your pants and
letting that nice cock of yours free.  Once I've stroked off the day's lint
and whatever I'm going to give you a great big blowjob.  Now before you
protest, let me talk about baggage.  I know you probably think of me as
Eli's sexy little wife who might have been somewhat of a virgin on her
wedding day, but nothing is further from the truth.  (She twists and turns
her ass over my cock a little more) On my prom night I gave my boyfriend a
blowjob in the limo on the way there and I had cum-breath until he got me
some punch.  My girlfriend had a fight with her boyfriend at the After-Prom
party.  While some of the others tried to console her, I took him outside
to talk sense to him, he was an old friend of mine.  I gave him a blowjob
behind the shed in the yard.  He went in and made up with her right away
and we all had a great night and day the next day at Six Flags.  When my
boyfriend brought me home my parents and family were at my cousins wedding,
that I missed because of the Prom.  He took my anal cherry in my own bed
that day.  You see I was not taking any chances on getting pregnant.  So I
am NOT the delicate little flower you may think I am." She said finishing
with a big wet kiss before she slid to the floor.

   She looked up at me and said "Please cooperate with me to show you what
you're missing and give me my first taste of that cum juice I've had in
over 20 years, and I DO miss it."

   At this point I would have screwed a dog on national TV just to get my
nut.  Fontana was a sexy lady in the first place, but her dirty talk and
wiggling on my cock with her beautiful ass had me leaving all of my
scruples and morals way back in the dust.

   I reached down to get the button on my pants and she slapped my hands
away.

   "You just sit and enjoy, the only thing I'll ask you to do is to lift
your ass when I'm ready to let your shorts down.  Believe me, you won't
enjoy this any more than me because I can't wait to taste your cock and
your cum and I think you won't have any problem enjoying your fucking
little slutty neighbor giving you a blowjob.  Tomorrow I'll be back to
being your prim neighbor Fontana and there won't be a word said about this
. . . .EVER!"

   She undid my shorts and then the zipper, reaching over the waistband to
pull out my cock and relieve the strain of my shorts against burgeoning she
had caused.  She lovingly stroked me, one hand after the other as if she
were pulling off a condom over and over.

   "If this is too exciting for you and you feel like cumming tell me,
we'll slow down, unless you think you can go twice." She said with devilish
grin.

   I felt my lower lip quiver as I said, "Twice hasn't been a guarantee for
a while, even though I think you could give me a triple."

   "Ooooo, big words for a man who hasn't had it for almost 2 years, but I
know you jerk off so I'll trust your instincts." She said as she pulled
zipper the rest of the way down and parted the flaps and reached to my
waist grabbing my shorts and boxer briefs in her little hands.

   "Lift!" She commanded and I did.

   My ass was at the edge of the chair and I suppose that was what she
wanted as she spread my legs and blew a cooling breeze to the sides of my
balls, now that they were free.  She proceeded to rub her hands over my
cock and my balls as if her hands would clean off the sweat and stray drops
of pee that lay in men's undies at the end of a day.

   I was watching her intently do her stroking and rubbing with her lips
pursed blowing air on me to dry any sweat on my confined organs.  She
caught me looking at her work and smiled.

   After a hesitation she looked up saying, "I love the smell of a man.  I
suppose lots of women like to get to a man's junk after a shower, but a
penis shouldn't smell like soap, it should smell like a man, . . . .  and
it should taste like a man too."

   She dropped her mouth over the head and swirled her tongue around the
head and popped her face back up to me.  "Mmm, nice tasting cock."

   She brought her hand up to cradle my balls while her other hand held my
cock and tapped it on her lips and cheeks, just about making me crazy.  I
rolled my eyes and she giggled, knowing she had me "by the balls" so to
speak.  She put the head to her lips and her mouth went over me as far as
she could get it, her nose nuzzling my pubic bone while the action of her
throat squeezed at the head.  She came up and took a deep breath saying,
"Now you can see I've done this a few times." Then she went right back to
fucking me up and down with her mouth.

   I was just enjoying her work when she came off saying, "I taste a little
pre-cum so I'll slow down a bit and pay attention to the accessories and
she held my cock against me and put one of my balls in her mouth.

   My Linn was a great ball sucker often holding my sack with both nuts
overflowing her fist and she would slowly bathe them with her tongue and
Fontana began the same regime.  My ohhhs and ahhs prompted her to look up.
"We girls share our secrets you know, Linn and I discussed techniques and I
love to suck balls too."

   "Linn was my little slut, just like you are.  You got it right." I
whispered almost under my breath.

   She looked up from her tonguing and smiled, "I love being a little slut,
I only wish Eli would call me that sometimes too."

   "Linn told me you fucked her in her ass sometimes too.  I know a lot."
She said dipping her head and sucking my balls more.

   "How would YOU like to get it in YOUR ass Fontana you little slut,
whore." I asked, quivering at the thought.

   "No, that won't happen, Casey.  It's tempting.  Maybe someday if I get a
real itch, but that will make us real cheaters.  I have a secret dildo I
use for that.  I use that when Eli has to be out of town, like tonight.  I
keep it in the hat box my wedding veil is in." She said, not batting an eye
at my request.

   She went back to sucking my cock and I knew it wouldn't take long to
make me spout soon.

   "Maybe another night when he's away I could watch you fuck your ass with
that and cum all over you, or in your mouth as you do it." I said, not
believing my own words.

   "Keep that thought, if it will make you cum any more.  That sounds
pretty kinky, but for now I'm going to fuck my mouth over your cock until
you cum and I won't be stopping until you do." She said with a hungry
little grin.

   She did as she said, closing her eyes and devoting her mouth to the
mission at hand, fucking my cock like a wet little pussy.  I felt my balls
tighten and everything that told me I was coming started to happen.  I put
my feet flat on the floor and the rush went through me as I spurt over her
tongue several shots of watery pre-cum and blobs of the semen I usually saw
washing down the shower drain, but this was much more.  I hadn't done the
deed for a few weeks and her teasing made it all that much more plentiful.
The action of her mouth swallowing and seeming to try and get a better
mouth-hold had me squeezing every drop from my balls a she hummed approval
before drawing her head up to get a deep breath and run the back of her
hand over her lips.

   "Casey, you are a champion shooter.  That was the biggest load I may
have ever gotten from those high school and college boys." She said as she
squeezed out a few more drops with her hand that she licked up immediately.

   "That is SO FUCKING SEXY!  Why Eli thinks it's so reprehensible is
beyond me, but you got what he doesn't, and you got what you're missing out
there.  There's a lot of nice lady cocksuckers out there Casey who would
trade that for a nice time eating her pussy and fucking her silly." She
said scolding me before looking down at my cock again and running her mouth
over it as if to get some last taste she may have missed.

   "Ohh, Fontana, I'll eat you right now!" I almost shouted out.

   "No, Casey I told you nothing else was going to happen tonight and once
I step out the door, this never happened.  To you, it was all just a
wonderful dream.  Go out and find a woman and get laid, find someone else
to love you.  You're a handsome man with a lot to offer and damn tasty cock
to suck." She said as she stood and gathered her things.  (Her carafe and
bottle of Irish Mist)

   She left me in my chair, my pants around one leg, my cock limp and tired
between my legs, but my body supremely satisfied.  I woke up about 90
minutes later in the same position actually wondering it is WAS a dream.  I
went upstairs and went to bed and slept until after 10:00 the next day, the
latest I think I slept in 25 years.

   I poured coffee and went out to greet the day in the sunshine on my
deck. I brought my laptop to get the day's headlines and was slowly waking
up.

   Fontana's voice broke the silence of the morning, "Hey, Casey!  Good
morning!  Eli called and his Mom passed last night." She was going through
her bean patch and weeding her tomatoes.

   "Oh, uh . .  so sorry for your loss.  When is the wake and funeral?" I
asked nervously waiting to see if she would break our bond of silence on
the previous night's actions.

   "Well, since she was from Indiana and never really knew anyone in
Georgia while she lived with us and she was unaware anyway, they've decided
to have her cremated and shipped to Indiana.  We'll all go back there in
the Fall for a service and burial.  We planned on going back there for a
reunion of his family then anyway." She explained.

   "How is Eli doing?" I wondered.

   "He's fine.  He hasn't really known her for years since the disease took
hold, if you know what I mean.  But, she WAS his mother.  He'll be back
tomorrow after he makes all the arrangements.  It's just he and his sister,
but his Mom had a large family, that's why the big reunion.  This actually
puts closure on a lot of the unfounded guilt he had in moving from Georgia
after he brought her there to live with us.  But we had to institutionalize
her not long after we got there." She explained as she was bagging ripe
beans.

   "Be sure to send him my condolences and I'll send a mass card when they
have the service and burial." I called out.

   "Will do.  I've got to get these beans in the house to blanch and
freeze. They're coming faster than I can eat them now."

   Just hearing her say "coming faster" and "eat" in the same sentence had
me pudgy in my pants and I wondered how long any double entendre would
affect me that way, hoping to avoid uncomfortable moments.

   I mowed and raked, generally keeping busy the rest of the day, trying to
avoid any contact with Fontana, but she always seemed to be in my sight
line as she weeded, washed windows, and swept, all, I suppose, in an effort
to keep herself busy while Eli was away.  I had the hose out with a bucket
to wash the car and she came over, almost sneaking up on me, calling my
name, and startling me.

   "WHAT!  OH!  It's you!" I said to her silent tap on my shoulder.  (I
guess she had been calling my name, but the sound of the water hitting the
car drowned her out.)

   "Easy Casey, it's just me.  Look, I've got left over salads and a couple
knockwursts left over from Saturdays little shindig.  I'll grill and you
bring the beers, how does that sound?" She asked, leaving me little else to
do but consent to join her.

   Right away I began to sweat, anticipating another tryst with her until I
finally got a hold of myself and reasoned that we had done this before,
cooked out, when Eli was away and was just neighborly and in no way a
sexual come-on.

   "Sure, what time is good?" I asked.

   "Make it after 6:00, OK?" She said, quickly turning away and giving me a
good look at her walk-away.  (Just before I turned back to my car she
glanced back to check if I had noticed.)

   I really didn't give our little cook-out another thought the rest of the
day as I caught up with car wash and chamois dry, yard work, and general
puttering .

   I showered and threw on a pair of Champion Athletic Shorts for general
comfort and a Crew golf shirt and grabbed a sixer of Sam's Summer Ale and
headed over to Fontana and Eli's house.  She was already on the deck just
starting the grill to warm.  She brought out an ice chest for the beers and
sat on the end of the picnic table waiting for the grill.

   "I'm so glad Eli is taking all of this in stride.  He's considered her
gone for a long time; she hasn't known him, or anyone else in years.  But
to know she is physically gone is actually a relief and he even told me
today that he wanted to mourn for her, but it was hard, since he accepted
her as gone so long ago.  He hadn't felt any guilt in leaving her there or
not going to visit, but now he is doing something out of love and respect,
arranging her funeral and burial.  Doing it at the family reunion will give
closure to all of them as well a fitting tribute.  I was going to go with
him, but he wanted the alone time in case he felt different once he got
there.  He and his sister haven't had time together in a while and this is
good for him." She said as she had her own little moment thinking about our
inevitability and how we can so coarsely trivialize our final moments when
the body is alive, but the person is not.

   I spontaneously went to her to give her a comforting hug and she
embraced me and whispered a thank you for doing so.  Holding her and
smelling the scent of her that I had gotten from being close to her the
night before made my junk jump and I wanted to hurry to sit down to hide
it, sorry I had worn the type of shorts that wouldn't hold it in.  But one
thing became clear to me.  It wasn't that I had a "crush" on her, or I was
infatuated with her as Fontana, it was being close to a woman.  Of course,
when I looked at her ass I admired it, but I admired any nice round butt. I
didn't feel any special closeness to her because she had given me an
awesome blowjob the night before, because there was a part of me that felt
"used" by her for her own gratification.

   As I moved away from her I know the head of my "problem" hit her knee
and I sat down as soon as possible.  She wiped away her tear and gave me a
little grin.

   "Speaking from the other side of the curtain," She said putting both
hands up in front of her face and them moving her head in between to loudly
whisper, "Sorry if I woke a sleeping giant last night.  You just needed
that for a reminder."

   I took her held up hands in mine, and pulled my face in between them to
say, "Don't make like you made a sacrifice, you enjoyed being that whore
again.  Don't deny it."

   She smiled sheepishly and nodded to me, dropping her hands as if
speaking of it was OK.

   "You're right to a point; I got off as hard as you.  I fell asleep with
my hands in my jammies."

   "You didn't get out the hat box?" I wondered aloud.

   "No, I was a little too anxious to get to an end." She said turning red
with embarrassment.

   Then there was a long pause where neither of us said anything, looking
for the right words.

   "Be sure of this, no regrets, well maybe only that I didn't get out the
hat box, but there's always tonight for me." She said as I nodded
uncomfortably.

   She got down from the table and opened the grill and started putting the
knockwursts and some onion slices on to grill.

   "Keep a half an eye on those while I grab the tray with the salads and
condiments from inside.  Oh, and open another Sammie for me." She said with
a little grin, knowing how easy the 1st one went down.

   The grill was hot enough that the first turn after just a minute left
nice grill marks on everything and it was apparent that they wouldn't take
long.  As I stood at the grill she came up behind me and picked up the beer
I opened for her.

   "You don't mind if I let them split, do you?  They're pretty tightly
packed and when you bite them hot they sort of spurt, otherwise." She
asked.

   I said no and opened my own second bottle and took the plates from her
tray and set them out on the side part of the grill so she could load them
when all was ready.  As I sat behind her and she moved about the grill
turning and moving things it became apparent that she was exaggerating her
hip movements to wiggle her carriage for my benefit.  She turned knowing
she had my attention.

   "Casey, I realized after I went in that what I said to you was unfair
and provocative saying "there was always tonight for me", you know, with
the hat box.  I'll make a little proposition for you." She said turning
back to give her attention to the grill before turning it off, there
clearly being enough heat to finish cooking.

   She turned back saying, "If you can promise that there will be no
touching of any kind I might be able to give you a ring side seat to my
performance.  You can do as you like otherwise, as long as I get the happy
ending."

   "Once again, you're making me think you're doing this all for me, when
you know the chance to be "that whore" is driving this car.  If we were
ever to be caught you want the option to say if was all for me.  I won't
let you use me that way." I told her.

   "Casey, do you want to lose your chance to see this?"

   "No, but I just want you to admit that it's not all for poor deprived
me. You're getting off on this as much as I am."

   Fontana began to turn away from me as if to get the food, but she
quickly turned back.

   "That IS true, but it really did start yesterday with me trying to show
you what you were missing.  I never intended to carry it that far.  It was
only that I knew from my little talks with Linn that you guys were as
sexual as me.  I used that information to take advantage of you for my own
benefit, but I WAS thinking of you.  It's not as selfish as you think."

   "No," I insisted, "I know that, you really were thinking of me as it all
began, but there was a point when your nostrils flared and you were looking
for your own little delight.  I don't doubt you as a solid friend for a
second.  I just don't want anyone to think that I instigated a thing, not
that it makes any difference since it's only you and I who know."

   "Don't worry about that.  Eli would never ever suspect anything and to
tell you the truth, once it all began the fact that it was you made little
difference." She said hoping I might understand.

   "Oh, I know and the hunger I had for you would have been with any woman
who put themselves in that position." I agreed.

   "But, don't think that I don't love you in a special way as a friend and
confidant.  You weren't just an "object" when it started." She said looking
back over her shoulder at the food.

   "OK, let's put the wall up and not expound on this anymore.  I think we
understand each other." I said as I held out the plates for her to fill
with the knockwursts and grilled onion slices.

   We sat and ate, filling our plates with the macaroni and Cole slaw
salads to go with our grille and the 3rd beer we had opened.  When she
brought the dishes in she came back with 2 little shooters of Sambuca.

   "Here's our dessert and after we're done you can go home and I'll call
you later.  When you come go in through the slider here, I'll leave it
open. Remember, no funny stuff.  I trust you and it's all my rules." She
insisted as I nodded.

   "Ummm, Fontana?  I want you to tell me exactly WHAT is going to happen
here with us later so that there is no mistake and you hear your own words.
I value our friendship and that of your husband.  I don't want either of us
to assume a thing."

   "You're going to make this hard for me, aren't you?  I'm going upstairs
and get my toy from the hatbox along with a tube of KY.  I'm taking a
shower and then calling you over.  I'll be in my robe when you get here and
I'll get in bed and slip out of my robe.  Ultimately I'm going to have anal
sex with my toy while you watch.  You can take off your pants and
masturbate, but you are not to touch me, no matter what I say.  At the
point where you think your end is near you'll let me know and I'll finish
you.  For the second night in a row you're going to have all the excitement
of being with a woman, so much so that maybe you'll be out to look for
something on your own.  Specific enough?"

   "Yes, that's good, but you failed to tell me what's in it for you." I
said making sure she was aware that I was providing HER with pleasure as
well.

   "You're so cute Casey, you can't leave it alone can you?  Yes, I admit
that I'm going to enjoy having you here.  I wasn't exactly an anal slut in
college before I met Eli, but I did enjoy it from time to time with one
particular fellow.  I relive the last time we did it because he was an
animal who fucked the tar out of me and ended it by bringing it to my mouth
and making me suck him.  You'll help me relive that in fantasy for me,
except your cock won't taste like my ass.  Again, specific enough?"

   "Imagine, I used to think you were Polly Purebred.  I know every woman
has secrets, but you really surprise me." I told her as I got up to leave.

   "Listen Casey, you'll NEVER see this side of me again, I just hope it
doesn't change your opinion of me as a friend." She said smiling that pure
little smile I always imagine her with.

   When I first got back to my house I had already convinced myself NOT to
go to her when she called me.  Actually, I thought once she went over her
bizarre scenario in her head she may not even call me anyway.  She
definitely had a lot of kinks and I couldn't imagine her sharing them,
since her husband was probably not even aware of the deep ones.  She wanted
me there to fulfill a couple hard kinks she had and her trying to sell her
reasoning that is was "for me" hadn't really been sold on me.  The kissing
and cuddling last night was sincere, but once she got into the rest, it was
all her.  That was why I didn't worry about "falling" for her.  I
appreciated her friendly gesture of trying to get me to date again, but
once the explicit part began, I knew she was looking for her own sexual
high.

   I showered and changed into sweat shorts and a tee, what I usually wore
to bed, a settled in my easy chair, hoping to fall asleep.  However, the
thought of actually seeing her nude, her tennis ball titties, her full
round ass, began to excite me.  Was she fully shaved, did she have fat
coral and pink lips, was her clit a nub, or like a pencil eraser?  When she
did herself in her ass was she doggie, on her side, playing with her clit
at the same time, was she a moaner?  When the phone rang I had a raging
hard-on that I was just about to begin to stroke.

   "Casey, take your hands off your cock and save it for your horny
neighbor.  Not only am I looking forward to doing myself in my ass, I can't
wait to taste your cock and cum again.  Don't make me wait." She said
sexily and then hung up.

   If my bravado was going to man up and tell her to go ahead without me
and fulfill her fantasy alone, it was still sitting in the chair when I ran
out my back door and headed for her open slider.

   She heard me open the slider and I heard her holler to "close and lock
it." I went up the steps and followed her voice to the bedroom.  She was
sitting on the bed in her robe as she nervously held and fingered a green
colored gel-like double headed dildo in her hand.  I'm guessing it was more
than a foot but not quite 18 inches.

   "Sit!" she said as she pointed to a chair she had put between her vanity
and the bed.

   I said nothing as I watched her get more and more fidgety.

   "I'm having second thoughts about this." She said nervously.

   "Nothing has to happen." I calmly said, not showing my disappointment.

   "No, it HAS to happen, it's just . . . . . .  since my whoring days
before I met Eli, no one has seen me naked.  I lost about 15 pounds after I
met Eli and worked out a lot.  I always had a nice body, but I wasn't as
buff as I am right now.  I used to get laid in the dark because I had a few
rolls and hanging parts in the good sex positions.  No one would call me
fat, but I did have a lot of brownies, ice cream, and bacon on my belly and
ass.  Except Eli, no one has seen this version of my body."

   "You don't have to . . . ." I started to say.

   "No, I just have to get in that whore persona again, but remember, DO
NOT touch me, no matter what I say or ask, OK?" She warned me again.

   I nodded OK and she climbed on the bed and knelt on the end.

   "Come here and take off your shorts, let me see your cock." She said in
a breathy voice.

   She leaned forward and put her head in my crotch, running her face on
one side of my dick and balls and then the other.  She put her tongue on
the bottom of my ball sack and ran it all the way up the shaft of my cock
and kissed the tip.

   "Oh Casey, you smell so manly and I bet you taste as good as you smell."
She said as she licked the head of my cock like a lollipop.

   "Ooooooooooo!" She shuddered, her arms turning chicken skinned.  "I love
that!"

   She then proceeded to start a blowjob, moving her face forward and back
over me.  I let out my first moan and she knew it was the first tingle I
felt from deep in my balls.  She sat back and looked at me and said.  "Sit"
again.

   As I did she picked up the green toy and undid the tie on her robe,
letting it fall open as she shrugged her shoulders back to let it fall. 
She was quite buff with a taut belly and tits that defied gravity for a
woman her age.  She lay on her side and took the dildo and put it to her
lips as she reached for the tube of KY.

   "Let me see you fuck your neat little pussy with that." I said, thinking
that if I talked to like the whore she wanted to be it would hurry things
along.

   She was panting a bit, but she paused and looked to me, "Let me explain.
Since I met Eli nothing has been in my pussy except my fingers, his
fingers, my babies, and his cock.  It is his.  He's had my mouth, but never
came in it, never wanted it and told me so the first time we tried oral. 
He's never had my ass, but giving that away seems too much like cheating,
sorry.  But, this toy is all that's going inside of me tonight and with my
pussy out of bounds, you know where it's going."

   She pulled one leg up and gave me a good view of her bald little pussy.
I say little; even though her lips were engorged (she had been playing in
the shower, for sure).  She rolled a quarter turn and her asshole came into
view and just as it did her fingers slid over her pussy to her neat little
notch.  She rubbed 2 fingers over her hole, exerting pressure, but not
going in.  She took the KY tube and rolled back a bit while she filled
those two fingers with lube and she went back to pushing at her tight
little notch.  It quickly gave way as she moaned loudly, almost as if in
pain.

   "So tight, so tight." She whispered as she continued to rotate her
fingers around the ring getting more and more lube and fingers working at
prying her open.

   She continued to whisper little things, not necessarily to me, about her
quest.  Still on her side with her ass turned towards me she unpropped her
elbow to use her other arm to bring her long double dong to her mouth.  She
fellated that leaving it shiny wet with her saliva.  I was working at
keeping my hands off my dick, but I have to say I was actually jealous of
the green gel toy in her mouth.

   She brought her other hand up and rolled to her back and took the KY and
squeezed a large dollop on the head of the toy and rolled back up to her
side, propping herself up on one elbow as she tipped her ass towards me
brought the fat head of the dildo to her asshole.

   She grunted and whispered loudly in a guttural pitch, "Ooooo, stretch, .
. . . .  hurts and burns, hurts and burns . . . . . . . . .  Ohhhhh!" She
moaned as the head found its way past the tight ring.

   She took her hand away and seemed to go limp as she seemed to be resting
while the fat head of the toy kept it snug in her bottom.  Then one hand
snuck between her legs a she opened them for a moment and she rotated her
clit a few times.  Just as quickly the hand moved from between her legs to
the dildo hanging from her butt.  Firmly grasping the shaft (her knuckles
whitened making me realize how tightly she was gripping it) She pushed
about 6 inches of it into herself as she groaned appreciatively and
whispered a long "Yesssss!"

   Again she rested for a moment and then, still with that tight fist she
began to move the toy in and out of herself.  She must have done 10 or 15
strokes before she looked right at me for the first time since she started.
"Don't you wish that was your cock in my ass?  Show me how much you want my
ass, and believe me Casey, I WANT you in my ass.  Good sense will keep me
from cheating."

   I said nothing and just grabbed my cock below the head and just used my
thumb to satisfy my urge to stroke and blast a shot across the room.

   She smiled at me and began to work the toy in earnest.  Little by little
I noticed she was getting it deeper and deeper in herself.  As she did so I
saw her white cream begin to form at her vagina lips.  She was truly
excited by the taking of her bottom.  I couldn't decide where to keep my
attention, on her face to see her delirious joy, or on her ass to watch it
swallow the toy.  After focusing on her face for more than a moment I
looked back to her round ass to see her holding the other head of the
double dong in the ends of her 4 fingers and thumb like you would the
8-ball on the end of hot rod floor shift.  She was plunging at least a foot
at a time up her ass and the ooze of cream ran from her pussy to the inner
thigh of her scissored legs.

   Then she whooped as loud as I've ever heard any woman holler during sex.
She seemed to go limp on her side as her hand came off the toy, buried to
the other head.  She turned all chicken skin and her legs seem to vibrate
and I swear I could see the hair on the nape of her neck stand.

   She lay motionless and limp for a few moments before I saw the toy began
to snake out of her pretty pink little asshole like a long green turd.  She
brought her hand back to take firmly and pull it the rest of the way out
with a little audible pop.  Her pink little ring gaped and stayed that way
while she seemed to let out a breath she had been holding during its exit.o
Then it flexed twice to close fully and when I brought my eyes to hers she
was glaring at me.

   "Get your fat cock over here after fucking me silly you animal!"

   I knew I was the subject of her fantasy now, being used as the topping
to her sexual sundae, but I could have cared less.

   I stood and walked to the edge of the bed as she sprung to her knees and
bent at the waist to get my cock in her mouth.  She slobbered and deep
throated me over and over before pausing and looking up to me with a smile
tipping the corners of her full mouth.  She came up and looked at me eye to
eye with a crazed, but loving grin.

   "Give me the cum you cooked in my tight ass.  Not on my face or tits, I
want it all in my mouth to taste and savor.  I never get that ball cream
very often and I want it now." She said before bending and sinking her
mouth over me again and again.

   Then she looked up and stopped, pulling my cock form her mouth and
holding like her teddy bear next to her face.

   "Casey, you've been quite the accommodating gentleman and friend all
during our escapade for the past two days.  I always get all the sex I can
handle, but I do miss some good whore sex and you've provided me some of
the best I've ever had.  These 2 days are our little secret, but do not
think of this as an affair because while I do love you, it's the special
friend kind of love where we understand each other on a level only a great
friend understands.  Knowing you understand that makes this ever hotter. 
Great guiltless orgasms for 2 whores, you and I.  Feed me your cum!"

   She put the head of my cock in her mouth and lolled her tongue around it
as if waiting for something.  I realized She wanted me to jerk myself and
with 10 or 15 strokes I blasted into her mouth 2 or 3 good shots before she
pushed my hand off with her mouth taking me deep.  When she was sure I was
through cumming she took my cock out and looked at it as if to speak to it
for a moment and then she lovingly licked and stroked it until the last
drops were wrenched from my balls.  I went to stagger back to my chair, but
I miscalculated where it was and went to my ass on the floor leaving us
both laughing uncontrollably.

   She got up from the bed and put her robe on and tied it tight she came
over and extended a hand to help me up.  Once I got to my feet she held
open my shorts and underwear that hung on one foot so I could get my other
foot in.  She pulled them up for me, pausing to kiss the tip of my dick.

   "You can make a woman very happy Casey.  Don't give up, get out there.
You know how good it can make you feel.  I hope I helped you out, I know
you made me feel great." She said as she held out her arm and I took her
hand.

   We walked down the stairs to the slider where she let me out after
kissing me on the cheek.

   Eli, Fontana, and I, along with a few women I developed relations with,
have enjoyed a great friendship for the year or so since those 2 incredible
days and what amazes me the most is that when I look to Fontana I don't
immediately picture her giving me a blowjob, or screwing herself with a
toy, I just think what a great friend she is, as is Eli.  I feel no guilt
with him, even though I know I should.  Somehow knowing how I completed
Fontana in ways he could not comprehend or do, it just made it OK.