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 HALEYS COMET by pettybox

   Chapter 1

   I met Haley Whitman in the summer of 1996.  That was the year my father
and I combined our yearly baseball road trip with prospective college
visits.  I was just going into my senior year and hadn't chosen a college
yet.  Ohio State, Illinois and Minnesota were high on my lists as well as a
few Ivy League schools.  My SAT's set me up to get into most anywhere I
wanted and I was in enough scholarship programs to be sure I (we) could
afford most anything.

   Our baseball road trip that year had taken us to Cleveland and
Cincinnati and we were on our way to Chicago for a weekend set of the Cubs
and Dodgers the first time I saw her.  We were at a turnpike stop to hit
the bathroom and grab a quick snack.  I was waiting for Dad looking at a
mileage map when she sidled up next to me to have a look at the map
herself. I was, as of yet, unaware that a 6'1" dark haired (soon to be) man
with a baby face and athletic body made the female plumbing leak.

   "Tell me Chicago is the next exit.  If I spend 5 more minutes in the car
I may die from boredom." She said in exasperation.

   "It can get pretty monotonous out here.  We're headed for Chicago too."
I commented without really looking at her.  But when she leaned in front of
me to get a look at a mileage number my senses were filled with a scent
that, to this day, send a tingle through me from head to toe.  Her light
brown hair waved in front of me as she made the quick move to be sure she
saw the number right and I was smitten.  As I looked her up and down from
the back I made quick notes to be sure she was jerk off material for
tonight's shower.

   "I hope you're going for fun.  I'm looking at colleges and I'm ready to
volunteer to be kidnapped.  What a waste of a vacation." She said in a
strictly casual non flirting manner.

   "I'm doing the same, but my Dad and I are catching Major League Baseball
games along the way.  We don't look at Illinois until Monday and then it's
off to Minnesota, so I've got a lot of riding too.  Have fun, ha." I said
as I saw my Dad come out of the food line and head towards me and the door.

   "We're going to Minnesota too.  Maybe I'll see you there." I heard her
say as I hurried away unaware she had just flirted with me.

   Dad and I sat in the car for a few minutes, splitting an order of
chicken nuggets and a Supersize Coke, talking about the upcoming games. 
Dad put the car in gear and moved it to get near the phones to call my Mom.
I sat in the cool car as he gave her the update on how far we had gotten.
As I looked around the area I saw the girl from the map kiosk walk out with
2 other siblings and her parents.  I once again looked over her nubile
little body, noting her round little "tiny hiney" as I made more mental
notes for how I was going to take her cherry and make her mine forever in
tonight's shower fantasy.  She was the last one to get in their car and
just before she did she reached behind her and adjusted her panties,
reaching up the legs of her shorts and doing a mini squat to get herself
more comfortable.  That move alone insured her on being my fantasy for the
next few weeks exclusively.  I was jerking off once or twice a day then,
even 4 or more times if I was left home alone.  My fantasies knew no bounds
by age, color of hair or skin, religion, or monetary class.  Round butts
with 2 round boobies were all it took to drive me to self abuse.

   I lost my virginity after my Junior Prom with the senior girl I barely
knew who had been my date.  She was going to miss her Senior Prom and was
then determined to go ANY prom.  After saying flirty hello's in the halls
from time to time she cornered me once and asked me if I would ask her to
my prom.  While she was no raving beauty, she certainly was no ribbon
contender at a dog show either.  My previous dating experience consisted of
a school dance and a movie double date.  Each of those forays into the
world of female companionship netted me a few kisses on the lips, a little
handholding and masturbation, . . .  by my own hand, . . . .  home . . . .
alone . . . .  numerous times.  Yes sir, I was a stud.

   On this prom night she picked me up in her car and let me drive to save
any further embarrassment to myself after being picked up.  I had a junior
license allowing me to drive at night with a fully licensed driver.  Pam
Ledox had the nickname Pam the Box, but she seemed quite nice at the prom
as we danced and made small talk most of the evening.  She made me feel
like an old pro at this dating thing as she led me around making me think I
was in charge.

   We made an appearance at the "after prom" party, but we had to leave
early saying she had early plans for the next day.  At the car, with no one
around to see, she said she would drive us home.  She drove to an apartment
complex where she said she would change and leave her gown, which belonged
to her sister.  She invited me in, but I failed to take the hint and said I
would stay in the car.  She began to walk away and she came back to the
car.

   "I don't see my sister's car here.  Would you come in with me?  I'm a
little afraid." Pam said with a half smile on her face.

   As we walked in I wondered why a sister of hers who would want a gown to
be dropped off at one o'clock in the morning, but I guess I was pretty
dense.  It turned out it WAS her sisters apartment, but the sister was away
and Pam lived there house sitting.  She sat me on the sofa and proceeded to
take off the layers of the gown in front of my shocked eyes.  I tried to
act cool as she wordlessly stripped, maybe waiting for me to ravish her in
some semi dressed state.

   I would love to tell you that I undid my pants and took out my stiff
manhood and stroked it as I made carnal promises to her while she got into
her birthday suit, but that would be a lie.  I was in an apoplectic shock
seeing a nude woman for the first time worried that my winkie was still
lying still inside my pants.

   As she slipped her fingers into her panties and began to tease them down
over her ass which was pointed and bent in my face, she finally spoke.

   "Since I was 14 and heard my sisters talk I've had a fantasy of going to
my Prom with a handsome man and having him screw me silly while lying on my
dress behind the school.  I can't make it to my senior prom and I skipped
MY junior prom to keep my fantasy alive.  You are the most handsome
eligible junior I knew of and I have a suspicion that you've never done
this before.  I, on the other hand, have lots of practice with this part of
my little fantasy.  Stand up and I'll help you undress and give you a night
you will tell your friends about for years to come."

   Thankfully her little narrative woke my winkie up and as I stood and she
came to me to help take off my jacket and unbutton my shirt.  True to all
of the Penthouse letters I've read, when she got to my pants and let my
straining cock out, she put it in her mouth directly and in short order had
a mouthful of my spooge, to insure I lasted later on.  If I told you she
swished it around in her mouth and swallowed and licked her lips, . . . . I
would be lying again.  She picked up her panties and spat the load into
them, saying "I knew you might shoot fast, but not that fast.  I'm not a
cum drinker.  We'll churn up another load for my pussy later."

   Pam walked me through every stage of loving a woman, even getting me to
lick on her pussy while she coached my tongue.  While there was a stale
urine smell at first, it was quickly replaced by an aroma whose memory
makes me firm to this day.  I licked her pussy with great fervor and later
fucked her with abandon for almost 30 minutes before I finally shot my
load, fifteen minutes after she told me I could go inside of her because
she was on the pill.

   I instantly became a love god in my mind and while she cleaned up her
sister's apartment in the nude.  I came up behind her, my rampant cock at
the ready, and did her one more time over the back of the sofa.  It only
took me 10 minutes this time but my dick felt like I passed shucked peas
through it afterwards.  My balls were tighter than my asshole and she lay
on the sofa holding her pussy telling me how good it felt, although mighty
sore.

   When she finally got around to driving me home she explained that a lot
of senior boys had been with her and most of the guys in my class would
doubt my story if I told it, but I could risk being called a bullshitter if
I pleased.  She wanted to go to prom and get laid like her young virgin
fantasies, and she did.  She was, Pam the Box.  Once again I would love to
tell you the macho thing . . .  that this broke my shy innocence around the
fairer sex and I became the Junior class stud . . . .  but it didn't.  If a
woman came and threw herself at me, I was the guy for the job.  Scoring
wasn't the problem, getting to first base was.

   So I digress to the fact that my best fantasies were played out, cock in
hand, in the shower.  Though I didn't yet know her name, Haley Whitman
became my paramour of the week.

   On Monday morning after 2 games at Wrigley I found myself in Urbana,
Illinois checking out the Illinois campus.  A summer school student was
taking us from dorm to dorm showing our group of 3 guys a typical dorm and
the living style when I looked out the window and saw a co-ed doing the
same with 4 other girls, one of which was the little round butt cutie from
the Ohio turnpike.  I hoped I could catch her eye at some point but she was
lost in the myriad of small tours going around the campus.  It wasn't until
4 days later at the St Paul Campus at University of Minnesota in front of
the Student Center on Buford Avenue that I saw "her" again.  I would love
to have run up to her and tell her that I had jerked a gallon of jism from
my balls thinking of her, but I felt it a bit too forward.

   She had a campus map in her hand and looked lost.  I swallowed a rising
fear in my throat and approached her.

   "Hey, Ohio Turnpike rest area last week, remember me?" I asked
hopefully.

   "Umm, yes, you were looking at colleges while playing baseball?" She
said, a bit confused looking up at me while still trying to reference the
map.

   "Well, not PLAYING baseball we were going to . . . .  " I started before
she interrupted me.

   "Do you know how to get to Commonwealth Avenue?  My family is supposed
to meet me there and I think I'm lost." She asked looking a little scared.

   She looked at me with her blue eyes, which I hadn't noticed before, and
I decided to swallow my fear for the last time and be forward again.

   "My name's Rob, Rob Preston.  You are?"

   "I'm so friggin' lost Bob." She said exasperated.

   "Please call me Rob, and you're?"

   "Oh, sorry, I'm Haley.  Haley Whitman.  Do you know where we are on this
map?" She asked.

   "Let me see, I think so.  Can I walk you to Commonwealth Ave.?  My Dad
is over there too.  That's the end of the walking tour.  I think there's
construction here that doesn't show on the map." I assured her as she took
up with me right away.

   We both made small talk about different colleges we had been to and I
told her I saw her at Illinois, coincidentally.

   "So are you stalking me?  Well, I guess that would be your family
stalking mine." She laughed trying to make light of it all.

   "No, I guess we both have the same kind of school in mind.  I actually
think this is where I want to go.  I can get the most money to come here,
and if I walk on to the football or hockey teams I can get some help in my
second and third years if I continue to make the teams.  I really think I
can hook on with the hockey team as the third goalie." I told her, not
wanting to brag about my junior All-American status.

   "Are you feeding me a line?  I know there are just 2 goalies in hockey,
one at each end." She said innocently.

   After a good laugh and a little explaining I think she thought I was a
bit more genuine and not feeding her a line.  I walked her to Commonwealth
and she sighed in relief at seeing her parents van waiting.  Walking and
talking to her up close I knew she would be my stroke fantasy for months to
come.  She was very cute and had a neat body in perfect proportion to her
small size.  Her face, though angelic in so many ways, told you she was 14,
or 16 at best.  In reality she was a month from her 18th birthday at the
time.  Her body and womanly charms would easily make you think she was at
least 18 or older.  She thanked me for the help and began to run to meet
her family when she stopped and ran back.

   "Do you have an email address, or someway I can get a hold of you and
tell you what school I decided on?  It would be neat if we ended up in the
same place.  I . . .  uhh, . .  I think you're cute and you seem to be a
lot more mature than guys I . . .  Oh, I feel so stupid.  I'm not flirting
(she was) I just . . .  "She stammered through after starting her question
so confidently.

   "Yes, I can give you mine, if you give me yours." I said trying to act
super studly and sure of myself as I turned crimson from the flattery I
know I didn't deserve.

   I put the little slip of paper with her email in my wallet, although it
was seared into my memory already.  It took 30 to 40 seconds for me to
start fantasizing about Rob and Haley Preston living on the Minnesota
campus together living the good life.  If I knew I could keep quiet enough
in the stall at the next pee stop, I would surely stroke off to Haley
Whitman's image in my head, as well as the fact that she was so deeply in
love with me and would do anything I bid.

   Haley and I did keep in touch by email throughout our senior years
telling each other where we had been accepted and where we were leaning on
going.  After receiving a call from the hockey coach at Minnesota inquiring
if I would be interested in "walking on" to the team, I was sure of what I
wanted.  He could basically add an experienced player to his program
without using a scholarship, and I was still getting a lot of scholarship
money based on academics.  I didn't feel I was any better than a third
goalie in a Division 1 program, but I certainly felt I could hold my own.
Once I decided, I was invited to a "camp" for hockey prospects in early
August.  The day I accepted the invite I received an email from Haley
saying that she had gotten her letter from Minny as well.  A foreign
student had dropped from the scholarship program to leave a door open for
her.  If that student hadn't dropped, she would have had to go to Illinois
for financial reasons.

   We kept in close touch over the summer and I actually felt like I knew
her by the time I was ready to pack off to the camp and begin school life.
A few days before I left she asked me for my home phone number and said she
would call me.  Two days later we had a ninety minute phone conversation
that ranged from school, to sports, to proms, and even a little about
dating and how she felt about having a relationship at school.  She said
she had dated a little over the summer, but had no serious boyfriend.  She
made that point at least 3 times in our talk.  Finally as we began to close
she asked said that she had a question, something I hadn't brought up.  "Do
YOU have a serious girlfriend that you're leaving behind?"

   Me, lying there with my cock in my hands as talked to her, a guy who had
ONE date all summer, said "Well I have a few girls I've seen all summer,
but I've tried not to get serious with anyone.  I want to be free once I
get to Minnesota."

   She ate it up with a spoon as I heard her exhale deeply.  She really
liked me, based on our few minutes together and the confidence I had
feigned over the internet.  I was such a STUD.  I somehow managed to walk
from blowing my cookies 3 times in Pam the Box on junior prom night, to the
Minnesota campus and have a fine young philly named Haley waiting for me.
Of course I was able to forget in my mind that the closest thing I had to
sex in between the two was my hand and the gallons of spooge I squeezed out
of my nuts by hand.  I felt like only a day passed in between Pam and
Haley, I was so confident of my love skills.

   Chapter 2

   By the time Haley arrived on the St Paul campus I had been there for 16
days and knew my way around quite a bit.  I certainly knew every stair on
the campus as coach had us run up and down each to condition our legs.  I
must have taken 10,000 shots in practice as the two scholarship goalies
were still playing summer tune-up leagues in Canada.  There were 2 other
walk on goalies, but I was certain that I was the one who would be picked.
My confidence with the opposite sex may have been manufactured, but I was
sure of my hockey skills, at least versus the competition at hand.

   From the moment Haley saw me I was her BMOC.  I certainly felt that way
around her, at least.  Once the stud goalies showed up I knew I could never
be the big man on campus so I never acted that part.  It only existed in
her mind, but that was good enough for me.

   I knew she wanted to be my girlfriend and she was very careful not to
seem too anxious.  Little did she know that I would whimper like a baby and
beg at her feet should she ask.

   After meeting 3 or 4 times on campus for one thing or the other she
asked me if I wanted to go out for a pizza.  I accepted and she asked that
I pick her up at her dorm.  When I went up she invited me in and I saw the
pizza box waiting.

   "I thought we were going out for a pizza?" I asked.

   She looked at me a little funny and then without meeting my eyes
squarely she sing-songed her way through an explanation.

   "Well, I had to be here for these 5 days before classes to meet with
some professors about my scholarship and an adjunct internship here at the
school.  I've really enjoyed being able to see you and have you show me
around now that you've been here before me, but tomorrow my roommate shows
up and I have no idea who or what she is going to be like.  That being
said, tonight is the last night I know I can be alone and private here, and
I want to be alone and private with you.  I've had a crush on you all
summer and when I actually saw you here I knew it was for real.  I don't
want to chase you away by being too forward, but I can't mask my real
feelings anymore."

   Inside my libido was doing a triple somersault handstand while I tried
to control myself from jumping her bones right there and telling her I feel
the same way too.  I tried to be cool and take her in my arms for a deep
kiss, but my real nervousness took over as I clicked teeth with her and
mashed my face clumsily to hers.  We both laughed and repositioned our kiss
and we necked for 30 minutes, barely stopping or air.  We had made our way
to the floor when we finally came up for air.  I noted the cold pizza and
we each grabbed a slice, watching each other nervously as we ate at the
tiny dorm table.  After 2 pieces each she went to the little refrigerator
and took out 2 Rolling Rock and asked if I wanted a beer.  She had got it
from another girl on the same floor, there early for the same reasons. 
After her second beer she admitted that she didn't drink much and 2 was her
limit.  She got up and came to sit on my lap at the table and we necked
more.  She stood up and took me by the hand and walked to her bed and
pulled me down with her.

   I wanted her to lead the way like Pam the Box had, but I knew I was on
my own.  Suddenly I had a brain storm.  I broke the kiss and looked her
square in the eyes.

   "Just how experienced are you?  I really like you a lot and I don't want
you to wake up in the morning and say I took advantage of you.  I don't
want it to go any further than you want, especially because of the alcohol.
Please know that if I didn't care for you, I wouldn't ask such a personal
question." I said as smooth as I knew, trying to be tender.

   In reality I wanted to fuck her brains out right now, but fucking her
for the rest of the school year, or maybe all four school years would be
worth being shot down now.

   "I know I'm not as experienced as the girls you're used to, but I'm no
virgin either.  I'm not drunk and I like you a lot as well.  If I didn't
trust you to stop if I said "no", I wouldn't be here with you now.  Nothing
will happen here that I don't want to happen; fair enough?" She said as
tender as any words I ever heard.  In the back of my mind the only word I
heard was GO, and I pressed myself to her as tight as I could, grinding my
hips to hers while I devoured her face and neck.

   I was really unsure to where I should go next; after all, Pam just took
off her clothes and then stripped me.  So, I decided to use the old
baseball metaphor and go for first base.  I slid a hand up her shirt and
held her braless breast in my hand, pinching her nipple as it grew erect in
my fingers.  She sighed deeply in my ear and pushed my head from her
shoulder so she could talk to me face to face.

   "Don't play this game with me.  I want you.  I've looked forward to
every email and phone call so I could masturbate afterwards.  I fell in
love with your words, your voice and now I want to fall in love with you."
She said as I plotted stealing second.  "Let's get undressed." Fortunately
for me she was grooving a home run pitch and again I lucked out with a
woman again.

   I wanted her to think I was some super stud, but I also wanted to take
it slow if that was what she wanted.  As we undressed I almost shot my load
right there when I got a look at her naked sweetness.  She was a picture in
her shy nudity as she unveiled herself to me.  I only hoped that her own
experience with guys made me seem as much a prize as she was to me.  When
she came to me on her toes to reach my lips and press her body to me I
could barely draw a breath.  I backed her to the bed and lay her down with
myself on top of her.  I so wanted to just drive into her, but we hadn't
even gotten so far as to talk about birth control or anything.

   As my hardness pressed against her she looked down like a child sneaking
a peak at Christmas.

   "You're big, there." She said shyly.

   "I don't think so, but I'm glad you do.  You're beautiful, so petite but
so . . . .  I guess I'm lost for the word, but you're fetching." I said as
I kissed her hard again.

   "I don't have protection, I didn't . . . . .  " I stammered.

   "I'm not protected either.  My pills ran out when I left and I have to
find Planned Parenthood around here.  We'll have to make do and be
careful." She said.

   "I can't be inside you, even for a second, as much as I'd like to,
another time for that, OK?" I said to her trying not to seem too
disappointed as I lowered my head to her gorgeous perfect cupcake breasts
sucking her sweet nipples.

   She squirmed under me and I knew she was very sensitive there.  I mauled
and chewed her nipples and breast flesh until I thought I would show her
how I learned to really pleasure a woman.  I hunked up on my hands and
began to kiss down her belly.  Her pubic hair was trimmed to a perfect
triangle and her lips were shaved.  As I passed her belly button she
touched the back of my head and I stopped.

   "Are you sure?" She asked me.  "This is new . . .  "

   "It's all ok," I whispered like a big brother to his little sister.

   She jumped like I was hitting her with electro shocks at first as I
tasted her while she tried to shy herself away from me, but once I began to
massage her clit with my tongue she relaxed back and began to quiver in pre
orgasmic jolts.

   She began to breathe funny and make noises like I had never heard in all
my one time of doing this.  She came hard with a squeal and pulled her
knees up as if to push herself against me harder, but soon she was trying
to pull away like she was too sensitive.  I felt like I just started and
forced my head into her crotch, but she bounced from under me and was half
way on the floor.  I was no where near through with licking her sweet pussy
and turned to the floor, hanging off the bed seeking her little lips
between her legs while her ass sat on the floor.  My tactical turn left my
crotch close to her face and she suddenly reached out and took me in both
of her hands.  She played with me like she had never really done it before
and it made me REAL happy.  Hanging off the bed at my waist to keep my head
in her pussy turned me even closer to her face.  I wasn't going to ask her
to stop playing with me, nor was I going to ask her to put it in her mouth.
I was out of proper things to say at the time.

   Without her flailing under me, it seemed her orgasm had stopped and I
looked down to see her holding my cock in front of her mouth.

   "Is this what you want?  I'm not . . . .  Ohhhh Godddd.  I would NEVER
do this, but somehow I want to." She said nervously.

   "Make it your decision." I said, sort of stupidly as I went for her clit
again, hoping to encourage her.

   I licked her slit long ways up to her clit and swiped at it again when I
felt the warmth of her mouth cover me.  But as quickly as I felt that warm
relief it went away and she rolled away from me on the floor between the
beds.

   "HALEY!  What's the matter?" I hollered not sure what I did.

   She was in an almost fetal ball with tears coming down her cheeks.

   "It's not you, it's me.  No, I'm not a virgin, but I've just been with
one guy, and that was one time.  I wanted you to like me and think I'd been
around a bit.  I know you can do better." She wailed.

   I knelt over her and touched her cheek.  "Haley, it's not competition. I
want to be with you.  I'm no stud like you think.  I've only been with one
woman, and that was just one night.  But, I did almost everything.  She was
the instructor in HER fantasy.  I wasn't trying to force you to do
anything, really." I pleaded with her.

   Haley was crying hard now but I finally calmed her down.

   "You really got me good, you know.  I've never had an orgasm like that.
I thought I was going to have a heart attack.  That was why I thought I HAD
to do . . . .  that."

   "We said before that you didn't HAVE to do anything.  Come here and sit
on the bed with me." I said, hoping to comfort her.

   She came up and sat on the bed and we kissed, and then necked.  Then she
broke our wet kiss.

   "I wanted all of that to happen, it was just too fast.  The thought of
putting my mouth on you made me nervous, but I wanted it.  Then I got a
glimpse in the mirror and I freaked.  When I said I HAD to do that, I meant
for me.  I know you weren't forcing me.  I've only been with one guy, but I
have toys, I've practiced and . . . .  this is embarrassing." Haley said,
looking away from me.

   "Haley honey, don't worry about anything.  We can start over.  I want to
be with you.  There is no one else.  Sex can wait if you're nervous." I
consoled her.

   "NO!  I don't want to wait for sex.  I've fantasized and done myself so
many times thinking about you, knowing your voice and words, but not quite
sure of how I remembered your face.  I'm sorry about my pills, but home I
didn't get the chance to get a refill and my Mom was around . . . .  you
know.  Can you go . . .  out to get a condom?" She asked hopefully.

   "I can, but, . . . .  is that what you really want?"

   "YES, it really is."

   "Oh God, I have to take care of this, though." I said as I put my hand
around my rampant cock.  "I'll fill a condom with I've got ready."

   She looked at me with a quizzed look.

   "I've made a lot of stuff anticipating . . . .  us."

   "Do you want me to help you?  Will you able to make it work again?"

   I stood up in front of her and began to stroke myself.

   "Squirt it on me.  I've done that." She said in a nervous whisper.

   I faced her and stroked my cock looking down at her sweet face and the
pretty titties I was going to shoot onto.

   "Do you want my mouth?  You know . . . . .  a little.  I don't want any
squirt in it."

   I didn't answer her as I felt my orgasm rising.  She leaned forward and
kissed the tip a few times and put her tongue on it.  She wasn't afraid,
for sure.  She put her lips around the head and began to close on to it
when I pulled back and shot 4 long squirts to her chest, I kept stroking
until my ooze subsided and then I fell back onto the other bed.

   As she cleaned herself up, I was dressing to go out to get condoms.

   Chapter 3

   This was perhaps the most convoluted affair I will EVER have; I remember
thinking at the time.  I had the subject of my entire summer dream cycle
strip for me and offer herself to me and even put the head of my cock in
her mouth twice before shooting a huge messy load all over her chest.  Now
I was out, freshly spent, to buy condoms to go back and recreate a mood
where I might actually get laid.

   In reality, I fully expected that when I got back she would have came to
her senses and decided that sex was not the best for us at the time.

   The corner dug store I found open, without having to drive somewhere,
had only a package of 10 condoms, so I optimistically bought them.

   When I got back to her dorm I was surprised to find her still nude,
wrapped in the sheets of her bed.

   "You probably don't think too much of me at this point, except that I'm
desperate." She said as I let myself in.

   "I don't think any such thing.  We're two horny 18 year olds who happen
to care for each other.  You thought I was some big stud and I'm just as
scared as you.  Now move over." I said as I stripped out of my clothes and
slid in beside her warm body.

   "You knew what you were doing a little while ago, oh my God!!" She said
with a blushing smile.

   "That was something I learned to like right away.  Now why do you think
you're going to like doing this, based on one guy?" I asked her making sure
it was what she wanted.

   "Maybe one guy, but I've used this a hundred times." She said as she
brought her little massage vibrator out from under the covers.

   "I bought it at Spencer Gifts after I started having fantasies about
you. I was scared, my one time with a real one, but I'm sure with you will
be great." She said as she leaned up and kissed me.

   "No matter what ever happens with us, this will be the weirdest first
date story ever told." I said as I laughed and then kissed her deeply. 
"I've had so many sexy dreams about you." I whispered to her as I turned
her off of my side and I knelt between her legs and produced one of the
condoms I had bought.

   "Wait!  Can we do something else first?  While you had your mouth on me
before I wanted to put you in MY mouth and I never got to, so far, twice
now.  Can you wash it and let me try it?" She asked as I couldn't believe
my ears.

   I looked at her real weird like to try and convey how bizarre this was
getting.

   "My friend tells me all guys like their cock sucked and not many are
good at eating, umm . . . . . .pussy.  You gave me the biggest O ever and I
want to say I tried to make you that happy too." She said shyly.

   "What if I come in your mouth?" I asked hoping to change her mind.

   "Please don't do that.  Just let me feel you there." She said as I got
up and went to the sink in the bathroom.  I used a washcloth and rinsed and
wiped my abused cock.

   When I came back into the room she was kneeling on the bed as if taking
a place in a porno movie scene.  I felt like she was setting the stage for
a dream sequence.  I stood in front of her and she bent and took me in her
hand and looked me over very closely.  She kissed it several times along
the shaft and then looked at me for reaction.  She put a finger in her
mouth and took some spittle and rubbed it on the head.  She repeated that
again, and again, each time getting her mouth closer to the head.  Then
instead of using her finger to transfer spit, she just snaked out her
tongue.  She licked it several times and then for the third time tonight
closed her mouth over me.  She sucked, just the head, in and out of her
mouth like it was a melting ball of ice cream.  Then she looked up at me
and smiled with the tip of my cock at her curled lips.  I put my hand on
her head and moved towards her and she opened her mouth to accommodate me.
I just slid the head plus and inch or two at best in and out of her mouth
before removing my hand.

   "You like that?  Like you're fucking me?" She asked innocently.

   All I could do was moan.  She continued this for a few minutes and I saw
her sneak a peak or two at the mirror to see how she was doing, I guess. 
Suddenly she abruptly pulled her head away.

   "It tastes, it TASTES!  You're not coming are you?" She said in mild
panic.

   "No, that's pre-come, probably.  I can't control that.  I wouldn't do it
in your mouth!" I insisted.  "You asked me not too."

   She fell back on the bed and looked at me.  I was already kneeling onto
the mattress between her legs.  This strangest of all "first times" was
about to come to a head, pardon the pun.

   Using my teeth I opened the condom and pinched the reservoir as I fit
the ring over the head.  I rolled it back like I had done this a hundred
times.  I was my first.  My porn movie lessons paid off, haha.

   I fell forward over her and looked down at the scared little beauty
under me.

   "Do you know that since that day on the Ohio Turnpike you were my
fantasy, your little body etched in my brain?" I said looking at her pretty
face with the tentative eyes.

   "I didn't think of you that way until after that day when you helped me
find my way.  When we started writing, I started having fantasies.  I lost
my virginity just before that trip.  I feel like I'm losing it again now,
except it won't be so awkward." She said just before I settled almost onto
her as I kissed her forehead and then her mouth.

   She brought her hands to my face and held it tightly as her tongue
snaked into my mouth and we kissed hard.  My cock found her little lips and
I nudged, right on target.  Her tongue seemed to freeze as I entered her
and sunk to the hilt in her.

   She peeled her lips from me and turned her head to the side, whispering,
"God you're huge!"

   As much as I would like to put myself in that class, I am far from huge.
Six or seven inches fully hard at best, but her reaction made me feel like
the stud of the year.

   Finally I could close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of screwing the
little morsel that preoccupied my fantasy mind for the 14 months.  It was
at this point I realized that I really held deep feelings for her.  Her
inquisitive, almost Lolita-like quality of innocence had made the ordeal
like a sex lesson, but now feelings washed over me.

   As if reading my mind she sighed as a spasm swept her leaving her face
flushed as she spoke, "Rob, you're making love to me aren't you?  It's
really you and it's really me.  I think I really do love you.  It's not
just sexual infatuation."

   Her last word choked a bit in her throat as she bore down on an orgasm.
After reading so much about girls who faked orgasm, or who claimed they
didn't need them for total satisfaction, I was ecstatic to know she was
able to open up to unfettered pleasure.  As that thought passed through my
mind her hands gripped my arms at my bicep and squeezed hard.  Her face
contorted and her eyes rolled back in their socket for a moment before she
swooned loud and long.

   "RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROBBBBBBBBBBB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  OH MY GOD!" She
wailed as she came like apparently she had never before.

   My steady stroking in her tight pussy began to have the same effect on
me.  Glad I had spooged earlier, I lasted a lot longer than I thought I
ever would, but her ecstasy was pushing me over.

   I shortened my stroke and quickened the pace, driving her further into
orgasm and pushing me to the edge.

   ''Here I COMMMMMMME HALEY!!" I wailed as my balls dumped their prize
into the condom.  I hadn't figured I would shoot a lot, but it felt like
heaven had sent me a long copious orgasm as I flexed my prostate and pushed
my pleasure button.  I let the weight off my elbows and fell to her body,
kissing and sucking at her neck.  She slid her arms around me as I began to
shrink out of her.  I made an effort to get out altogether so as not to
leak into her.  I was new to the condom business and I wanted to be
careful.

   "We DID it!" She whispered in my ear.  "We let our dirty little minds
just take over and do the things we wished we could do all summer.  I can't
tell you that I love you Rob, it's way too soon, but I lust you dearly."

   I lifted a bit and smiled at her and kissed her.

   "I think we saved each other a lot of angst and questions by jumping
ahead to this.  I lust you too, but I hope I can love you someday too." I
said wanting to know how I felt.

   Later that evening we went one more time and I fell asleep in her bed
with her.  I woke up at 6:00 a.m.  and dressed, jogging back to my dorm to
get ready for hockey practice.  When I got to Haley's dorm later she now
had a roommate making me very glad that Haley had thrown caution to the
wind and assured us of alone time to sow the wild oats of our summer
fantasies.

   Her roommates name was Gail.  Gail Kimmee Hunt was almost 6 foot tall
and dressed in the most unflattering clothes you could imagine.  I guess
she would be considered "goth" to a large extent, always dressed in dark
clothes, pale skin and dark lipstick.  Later on Haley would say that Gail
left little to like or dislike as a roommate.  Besides her dedication to
class, she rarely had reason to leave the dorm.  She didn't seem to have an
interest in men, or women for that matter.  To Haley, and the few of us who
had reason to spend time at the dorm, she was a great ear to hear your
problems, and also very philosophical in her solutions she might want to
add.  She neither smoked (pot or otherwise) nor drank, at least in any of
our presence.  From time to time when we would come home from a weekend
away she would complain of a hangover and we surmised she drank alone from
time to time.  We attempted, over and over again, to get Gail to join us
out for a bite or a drink.  Even the few times she did come she seemed to
lag back from the crowd.  It was like she existed 10 steps behind us.  Her
obvious lack of energy and speed earned her the nickname, amongst us, as
Haley's Comet.  We even got to the point where we called her that to her
face, and as with anything else, she showed no emotion.  Haley summed up
Gail existence with one accurate line, "I know not if she is happy or sad,
contented or wanting, worrisome or carefree."

   The only emotion she ever showed to me was the day we graduated.  I came
to the dorm to pick up Haley and as we left Gail stopped me and gave me the
tightest hug I may ever have had and then kissed me on the lips.

   I would love to report to you that Haley and I lived happily ever after,
but 4 months after graduation we quietly parted ways.  She got a job as an
environment journalist and became fairly well known as an activist for the
Green cause on the West coast.  I went to work for AmeriFuel-AmeriGas, a
geological and petroleum firm, and spent as much time as I could as a coach
for candidates for the US Olympic Hockey team.  To say we grew apart would
be an understatement.  As soon as we stopped having sex together, due to
lack of proximity, we found that we were bored with every other part of
each others lives.  After four years of school where we spent 2 of the
summers and every Christmas together, we had burnt the flame until the fuel
was gone.  Once we were forced apart by our careers, I discovered how
little I missed her, and she me.  With no fight or abrupt ultimatum laden
conditional breakup, we just stopped communicating.  Wedding plans that
needed little more than a date filled in and a venue, withered and died on
the vine.

   We once figured we had sex 1500 times and ingested gallons of each
others sex juices over our time together.  Our sex life was wide and varied
and never in need of a freshening.  The time we were together was the best
time of our lives, but our relationship had no character, no soul.  That's
the only way I can put it.  I've often wondered how I would react if she
walked into my life again right now.  I yearn to see her as a friend,
someone I once knew who shared so much happiness with me.  But, do I lie in
bed at night and yearn for her touch and the release she always provided
me? No, not really.  I will always love her and the time we spent together.
We were a bottle of fine wine that we drank, savored and nurtured.  When
that bottle was empty, there simply was no more.

   Chapter 4

   The summer of 2004 was supposed to be a free ride for me.  I was
planning on a spending 3 months on hiatus from my job to work with the
Olympic hockey team.  The firm I work for never had too much problem with
my absences as they used them for publicity to show the company giving
something back and a well rounded employee base.  That was before hurricane
season of 2004.

   I happened to be in Florida when Charlie came through.  As it bore down
on the state I was in the right place at the right time, as far as the
company was concerned.  I was there to insure customer reserves were
protected from the storm, keeping their investment, our customer, and the
general public safe from what ravages the storm could deal to volatile
fuels.

   Once preparation was finished, and I got my hockey charges evacuated to
other USOC facilities, I hunkered down for the storm.  Once it passed
through I handled any crisis that may have arisen, and luckily there were
none.  But there was a relief effort, and me with my company logo
prominently displayed on my chest, back and van, made myself very visible
to all the media.

   A home I had rented near Estero was well protected against storms of
this type and had its own power source should the grid go down.  After I
helped people into shelters, I was back to my "base" to safely hunker down
by myself.  After the storm went through I was making my rounds when a
local fire company asked if I had any extra equipment to read the presence
of carbon dioxide or petroleum gas emissions.  They needed all they could
get as they sifted some of the rubble in a possible rescue effort.  I was
only glad to help and assist them, adding a team of would be rescuers.

   In one of the strangest morning of my life we were called to a small
apartment complex to assist.  Dogs were indicating that there was something
inside the 6 unit building that had been crushed by the storm.  I don't
imagine the crackerbox construction would have sustained much of any direct
hit by the smallest of storms.

   A small Payloader had been rigged with a winch to pull larger pieces of
debris off the remains of the building and I quickly moved in as close as I
could to get air samples to insure safety, all the while calling out for
any signs of life.

   As soon as the large piece of roof and wall came off we heard cries for
help.  I became excited and began yelling back instructions to be still and
wait to be sure they could be safely extricated.  There was what were
apparently a woman and an older man.  They assured us that they were fine,
but hungry and hot.  They emptied a bathroom closet and waited out the
brunt of the winds when the walls came crashing in.  The boxy closet was
framed quite well with an inside simple frame to hold shelves.  They had
taken each of the lower shelves out and the top one remaining was just
enough girding to keep the small space together.  That piece of the
framework tipped just enough to prevent them from breaking the door open or
busting through the walls.  Although I wasn't really a rescuer per se, I
felt compelled to help as much as I could.  When I got in close and tried
to calm the trapped pair the smell was beyond imagination.  They had been
in the "box" for near 20 hours now in blistering heat and, of course, no
place to relieve themself besides there.

   As I tried to portray a calm front to the victims I got as close as I
could so I wouldn't shout or alarm them.  The ambulances were coming into
position with EMT's at the ready when the voice inside that tomb asked,
"Rob?  Rob is that you?".

   I was sort of stunned to hear my name and shrugged it off to hearing the
voice wrong.  Then as the little space was pried open the face inside was
that of Gail, Haley's odd roommate from Minnesota.

   "ROB, it IS you!  You're my angel of rescue!  Thank you, thank you so
much!!" She said as I moved back to let medical personnel go in and do
their thing.

   I nodded a quick hello and said I had to move on and would catch up with
her later.  The team that had "recruited" me was moving onto to other areas
looking for more trapped victims and they needed my help.

   I hadn't been prepared for smell and human reality of the situation with
trapped people, that their bodies still functioned and that trying to "hold
it" wasted needed body strength, especially not knowing if you might ever
be found.  Gail was a haggard mess, the little I saw her, but she was still
dressed in black frumpy clothes with long black hair, about as messy as I
remember it being on "good" days.

   As we began hearing stories of the next storm coming towards us that
afternoon I remembered to stop at the local triage to see if Gail was
admitted and how she was doing.

   I found that after being checked out they got her a shower and lent her
some scrubs so she could wash her clothes.  Many people were roaming
Florida with just the clothes on their back.  Even washing in rainwater had
to make her clothes smell better than they did when I first opened her
"tomb".  She had been sent on her way, obviously excused from her "job" of
taking care of senior citizens with their daily needs at their homes.  Why
someone with her education was doing that was beyond me.  She was a top
notch commercial artist and accomplished draftsperson, specializing in CAD
design and geological CAD.  She was big into volunteering in college, so I
figured she must still be.

   Leaving the hospital I made my way the 60 miles back to my little
paradise near Estero where I did have power and light, as well as cell
communication.  On top of all of that, I had a well stocked fridge.  I was
only short of lots of fresh water with just two 5 gallon jugs, but had
enough filtered rainwater to shower and wash if need be.

   As I drove up the road there was a constant stream of people walking to
shelters and safe houses looking for a meal and a place to sleep safely
before they got back to work rebuilding or putting their homes back
together.  I was picking up any families with children and delivering them
to where they were going while I made my way inland.  Once I got so far on
my trek I stopped seeing families with children and had no compunction to
stop so I could just get home, I was exhausted.

   Just before my turn off of major roads I saw a dark figure walking and I
knew it had to be Gail.  I stopped and opened the door.

   "Where are you going, Gail?  Let me give you a lift." I shouted as she
came up and plopped herself in my front seat.

   "I'm not goin' anywhere; I'm just getting' away." She said without
looking at me.

   "I was surprised to hear your voice this morning.  I'd know it anywhere,
I heard it so much in the dark when you would stay with Haley.  I had a big
crush on you and your voice then.  I heard you and Haley split." She said
in a sad monotone.

   "Yes, it never worked out, but there were no hard feelings, we both had
careers in front of us.  How about you?  When do you have to get back to
work?" I asked.

   "That old guy was my work.  The state's gonna take care of him now, so I
have no place to eat or sleep.  I was going to walk and hitch to Alabama or
Georgia." She said in a pitiful drone.

   "Come and stay at my place tonight, get a hot meal and a cool place to
sleep.  I've got a generator.  Then I'll drive you a piece in the morning."
I told her.

   She looked up at me with the saddest eyes and said "OK, that would be
nice of you."

   Once we got to my digs I decided I wasn't going to let her off that
easy. She was wasting her life away with her death look, whether it was
Goth or whatever.

   I went upstairs and showered up and came downstairs with a fresh t-shirt
and sweatshorts for her.

   "Here, shower and change into these and cool off.  We'll have a couple
beers and talk." I said as I handed her the simple outfit.

   "No, you know this what I wear.  I'm fine."

   "NO!  YOU'RE NOT FINE.  Cut the fucking Morticia Addams bit and get
cooled off!  BE FUCKING HUMAN.  You're not 18 anymore.  How do you keep a
job like this?"

   Gail got up and headed towards the door.  "Rob it's cool you still want
to change the world, but don't change mine.  My world is sad and I have no
reason to be happy about anything.  Fuck you and goodbye."

   "You DON'T work, do you?" I shouted as I ran to head her off.

   "You've played this POOR ME role ever since you left school haven't you?
Good CHRIST Gail, why don't you wake up?  After seeing all the hardship in
this state today and to still see the smile on peoples faces knowing they
have each other, do you have to be so glum about everything?" I said, mad
that she couldn't enjoy a night most of the people down there would have
given me an arm or leg for; I had food and drink and a private room for
her.

   "You never got it Rob, did you?  My Mom and Sister were killed in a
plane crash coming to my High School graduation.  Any joy I had in the
world went away that day.  The aunt I lived with wanted me out as soon as I
graduated and she cut me no slack despite my grief, she hated me.  I
decided that I would stand as a sign of the lack of real joy in the world.
There is so much hunger and heartache.  I used every nickel they gave me to
go to school, the scholarships and the like, but I couldn't get a job after
school because of how I looked.  It's total fucking discrimination.  Well,
I'M NOT HAPPY and no one can make me be that way." She said as she walked
out my door.

   I went to the door to get my last word in.

   "We make our own joy Gail.  Do you mean to tell me that you can't sit
down and think of stories and things you did with your Mom and sister that
don't make you smile?  No one looks at you and reflects on the sadness in
the world, THEY LOOK AT YOU AND SEE THE WIERDNESS IN THE WORLD AND WONDER
IF YOU CAN BE SAVED!!"

   I sensed that for the first time she might be open to hearing the truth
and doing something for herself to change.  She never acted this defensive
before when people tried to confront her.  Maybe the time in her tomb with
the old man, the sweat and excrement made her finally ask "What am I doing
here?" to herself.  I slipped on a pair of beach thongs and went to my
driveway and got into the golf cart I used on large projects and went down
the road after her.

   I quickly caught up to her and cut her off.

   "Gail, don't be a fool!  You've probably shut out everyone in the world
who ever cared for you.  You can run from me, but you can't run from
yourself.  I still remember the hug you gave me the last day you saw me. 
It was fear and affection, and that meant you still had love in your heart
for yourself and others.  I want to help you godammit.  I can probably get
you a job in your field, but no one is going to hire you looking like you
do.  If you want a chance to turn your life around, become someone you can
be proud of, your Mom and sister can look down and be proud of, you'll come
back to my house tonight.  I'm not looking for anything out of this but to
save a human being I once thought of as a friend from destroying herself in
unwarranted self-pity.  Twenty people down here are dead from this storm
and each of their families will find a reason to smile again and build
everything they lost because the have the human spirit to survive.  You
have so much more than they do and might be walking away from the last
chance you might ever get."

   I finished my spiel to her and turned around on the small access road
and drove back to my home.  I put the cart back onto the trailer I used to
pull it to job sites and re-covered it to protect it from the weather.  I
already knew I would need another shower, it was so humid.  I hoped I had
enough filtered rainwater in the tank for now.  During the storm the gutter
spouts filled 3 fifty gallon barrels that I had filtered into smaller
containers to put in my tanks.  I wasn't sure where I stood and how soon
the muni water would be back.  I had a fourth barrel to process but I was
going to have to take it a bucket at a time as its bottom had sunk in mud,
making it impossible to extract.  I needed about 5 gallons for a quick hard
shower.

   One more time, fresh from the shower, I circled down the wooden stairs
in the center of my personal lofted castle.  AmeriFuel - AmeriGas allowed
me quite enough to set myself up whenever I was going to be in one place
for more than 30 days or so.  This particular place belonged to a retiree
from the company who wintered here.  It was off the beaten path, pretty
well protected with loud alarms when the electronic ones didn't work.  If a
looter tried to get in, he might be scared away pretty easily.  Once the
place was armed at night I felt safe.  The alarms tied into a local alarm
company, and if power was down it dialed local police as well as sounding
LOUD warnings in case the phones were out.  With a certain normalcy
returning to the area incidents of looting were getting fewer and fewer.

   I grabbed a beer from the fridge and started the gas grill and took out
a couple frozen burgers and package of frozen beans.  It wasn't a gourmet
meal, but it would hit the spot.  I ate and downed a few more beers while
using the phone to talk to a few of my hockey charges.  My assistant had
arranged ice time in Upstate New York for the next 30 days.  I wasn't sure
if I could make work there or not, but promised to fly in for at least a
long weekend or more.  I wasn't bringing them back to the training facility
in Florida until after hurricane season, and I wondered if that would ever
end.  Once I made a secure check of the house I was out for the night
quickly.

   Chapter 5

   My alarm for six o'clock seemed to sound moments after my head hit the
pillow, despite it was 7 hours later.  After brewing coffee I went to the
front door to open it and get a breath of what I hoped would be cool
morning air.  There, to my shock, I found Gail sprawled in the doorway
asleep.  Actually I hadn't seen her face yet, but who else would be wearing
a huge black baggy sweatshirt and oversized black sweatpants and black
men's shoes and be on my porch.  Somewhere she had found black lipstick and
sloppily put it on and her eyes ran black eye make-up.  I suspect she kept
the make-up in her pockets, which probably doubled as her purse, and I also
think she must have gotten drunk, somehow, overnight.

   I toyed with the idea of just leaving her there and calling the police,
I was so sick of her act, but the good person in me reached out for her.

   "Gail, Gail, GAIL!" I shouted through the screen, startling her.

   She woke and pulled herself up to a sitting position without making eye
contact.

   "So I made a fool out of myself for the past 6 or 7 years.  So I lived
like a homeless person for a couple years.  You think when you found me
yesterday it was the first time I pissed or shit myself?  Nobody ever
fucking asked me the why of the way I looked since my freshman year in
college.  I realized last night that was because no one cared, they didn't
pity me, they thought I was nuts.  You woke me up last night Rob.  I sat in
a culvert up the road for a couple hours reliving some of the great times I
had with my Mom and Sis.  I started laughing.  I laughed a lot and caught
myself with a smile I couldn't wipe off.  I only had about 4 bucks but I
managed to find a 7-11 with a generator about 2 miles up the main road and
I bought some Colt 45 and walked in the dark talking and laughing with Mom
and Sis.  Don't ask me why, but last night after you ripped me a new
asshole, I saw things from your point of view for the first time.  Why I
locked myself in this façade for all this time I don't know.  I guess I
thought I should make the rest of the world miserable." Gail said as her
words got more and more emotional.  She was on the verge of crying when she
finished.

   "I want you to help me like you said you would.  I want to be fucking
normal.  I swore when I woke up this morning I would be Gail who woke up
that morning back in '97 waiting for Mom and Sis to arrive.  My Aunt Midge
was a bitch who hated me.  She couldn't wait for me to graduate and go back
home with my Mom, and I couldn't wait to leave either.  I wasn't a very
good girl in high school.  I fucked around a lot and partied a lot to be
sure I got out of the house.  Auntie Midge called me a whore and a tramp,
but I didn't give a shit.  My marks were great, I was getting a scholarship
and I was having fun and I wasn't at her house when I was out.  That
morning I was as happy as I ever was and then my world crashed.  What I did
after that, . . .  THIS!", she said gesticulating up and down at her
"look", "THIS was supposed to show the world and God that I was unhappy
with everything.  It never occurred to me that no one would care.  Save me
Robbie, help me get my life back."

   I didn't know what to say.  I don't which of the words I said to her
made her stop and look in life's mirror to see what she had done to
herself. I suspect being trapped and thinking of her mortality was the
impetus.  I'm sure seeing me and reminding her of when she at least had
some sort of life structure at college probably helped as well. 
Spiritually though, I think her Mom and Sis made a visit to show her the
open door.  Her outlook now was a true genesis that couldn't be traced to
one source.

   I opened the door and helped her up.  She told me she was nursing a
little hangover wanted coffee and aspirin.  I sat her at the breakfast bar
and gave her what she wanted, all the while talking to her to be sure she
wasn't on any drug or hallucinogenic that would change her attitude back to
its former later on.  The fact she smiled more in the last 10 minutes than
I ever saw at school told me she was real, the change was real.

   "I'm going to go upstairs and dig out some clothes for you.  If I was at
my own house I could help you more.  My hockey players left some stuff
behind, plus the guy who I rent this from has grandchildren and I've seen
some odd stuff here and there." I told her as she nodded and thanked me.

   Then as I started up the steps she called out to me.

   "Rob, you know I'm not going to be a needy puppy that you have to look
after.  I'll contribute and be a part until I can be on my own.  I'm not
begging."

   "You know Gail, this isn't going to be easy for you, and I'll help you
in every way.  I won't let you beg.  You'll work at this, or your ass is
out.  Fair enough?" I told her, giving her somewhat of an ultimatum.

   Upstairs I found a few things that would make her look at least a bit
feminine.  I even found a choice of underwear, either from this guys wife
or daughters.  Some looked real tiny, some real big, but I was no panty
expert.  I usually handled them in the dark so . . . .

   I went up through the roof hatch and pumped 10 full gallons of filtered
rain water into the bathroom tanks.  Enough to give her a long shower and a
toilet flush.  I didn't usually flush every time to conserve, but someone
else, I couldn't handle that.

   I went back down and explained that the best the shower would get was
"real warm" with the system we had to use until we had running water into a
hot water tank.  This system took the chill off the water and that's about
it.  Before she went upstairs I made her promise one thing, to throw her
clothes outside the bathroom door and let me burn them.  She looked at me
tentatively, but somehow trusting, then she smiled.  "OK."

   I realized how little I had seen her smile in the time I knew her when I
saw her agree to let me burn her clothes.  I thought right away it was
important for those clothes to be GONE.  I realized the commitment I had
made to her, to help her and to get her work.  AmeriFuel - AmeriGas was
always looking for CAD artists, especially those with a geological
background.  I only hoped she was as talented as her credential led me to
believe.

   I heard the water go on upstairs and I went up about 5 stairs to see the
pile of clothes in front of the door.  I went the rest of the way up and
picked them up, surprised at how heavy they were.  Even though they were
washed yesterday at the hospital, they were still a bit pungent as they had
to be in such warm weather.  It was obvious the baggy front pockets of the
pants had things in them so I checked to be sure here wasn't a wallet or
pocketbook.

   Gail's possessions were an SSI card, a welfare card, a State of
Minnesota proof of age, ID only, drivers license, a black eyebrow pencil, a
small pot-like container of black cream (rouge?) and a bottle of black
liquid shoe polish (which I later learned she used to make her hair black).
This was all she had unless she had a place where she crashed occasionally
or stowed things.  I kept the ID cards and went to the brick fire pit in
the backyard and doused the clothes with gas and torched them.  Dour Gail
was dead in theory.

   Once back inside I sat to finish my coffee and called my office near
Atlanta.  My connection there, Iggy, had asked me many times about CAD
programmers and I asked if he would do me a favor and take a friend of mine
in on speculation only.  Just see if she would be of any help, sort of like
a temp.  If they liked her, they could hire her.  I only asked she get a
fair chance.  As a favor he would take her without interview on my word.  I
had to be in that office within the week and I would deliver her.

   Getting Gail an opportunity was much easier than I thought and already I
feared I had bitten off too much.  I guess I was looking for a miracle, I
was so anxious to save her.  With the second thoughts swirling I heard her
call out for me.

   "Rob, can you get me something instead of shorts?  I haven't shaved my
legs in . . . .  well, lets just say a long time.  I look like an animal."
She cried out with probably the first worry of how she looked in years.

   "Do you want me to get you a razor?  I have shave cream or lotion if you
want it."

   "No, please Rob.  One step at a time."

   "Well, I don't have any pants except mine.  You couldn't offend me with
hairy legs Gail, at least anymore than with the way you smelled or looked
before.  Come down so we can talk." I hollered back up.

   I heard her begin to come down the stairs, but rather than turn and look
her over, I decided not to make her feel like a freak.  About half way down
the steps I heard her start to cry.

   "Gail, everything will be OK.  You're doing the right thing here.  If
you weren't ashamed of how you looked before, you have nothing to worry
about now.  You know there's a real person inside you and we just need to
put you together." I said still looking away waiting for her to walk into
my view.

   I heard her get into the stool behind me and sniff away a few tears
before she tapped me on the shoulder.  I spun around and saw a lot prettier
face than I had expected with almost strawberry blond hair, combed back
wet. She had heavy peach fuzz around her neck as I scanned her body down
over her baggy t-shirt and shorts to her hairy legs.  She looked to be
fairly trim with a small beer type belly, which may even have resulted from
going hungry too often.  When I got back up to her face she smiled at me
and I saw a face of Gail I had never seen before.  She lit up brightly.

   "I feel like a person again.  I was so deeply committed to that dark and
sad look that I forgot what it felt like to be a woman again.  I felt
sexless, but already I feel . . . . .  I don't know . . .  umm . . .  vain?
Is that the word I want?" She said with a certain air of confidence.

   "Could it be a little self pride taking the place of self pity?" I
asked. "You look like you might be a pretty woman waiting to be polished
and shined."

   She blushed and began to say something, then shook her head.

   "What is it?" I asked.

   "Nothing." She said blushing again.

   "Well, I talked to my office in Atlanta and you can go there with me
later this week and sit in the CAD drafting and art department and
re-familiarize yourself with things.  If you feel so inclined you can help
with a few things and maybe prove yourself to work there.  I remember
proofing your transcripts and you are probably qualified for what they
need, but can you still do it?  Have you had problems with alcohol or
drugs?" I wondered.

   "No.  I never did any drugs and I only drank when I had to drown myself
in pity and had a few bucks on me.  Last night was the first time I drank
alcohol in a long time; maybe a year or more.  I don't think I got stupid
since I graduated.  Rob, I've kept myself from ANY fun or good times all
during my black period.  What I was going to say before, and don't
misunderstand my saying this but, I haven't had sex since the night before
I heard about Mom and Sis.  Twice since then I gave into urges and
masturbated, but that part of my life just went away when I went into
black. While I was showering and dressing upstairs I actually felt like . .
. .  you know, like I wanted that again." Gail said with a cool smile on
her face.

   "Gail, don't get me wrong.  I'm not doing this to get involved like
that, I'm just . .  . .  "

   "Oh Rob, I know!  You just seemed interested how I felt.  I know I'm not
beholding to having to "repay" you and I'm sure I don't exactly look
desirable.  My pubic hair is grown almost up to my navel in front and up my
ass in the back."

   "Gail!  That's more information than I really need." I told her as I
shied away from the conversation.

   Right away I thought of a woman, Rita, I knew and dated occasionally in
Bonita Springs, not too far from my place.  Rita ran a day and overnight
spa where a woman could go for a total pampering and make-over.  She had
told me once that a lot of women went there to be shaved and or waxed for
bikini or modeling sessions.  She even did porn stars to make sure they had
bumpless shaves to give a smooth look, down there, for the camera.  I
didn't know what Gail wanted to do, but I knew Rita could help her.

   When my phone rang from work I excused myself and took the call, but
used the time to call Rita when I finished up.  She agreed to do it as an
emergency for a friend, where she could bill me later.  She just had to let
Gail think it was gratis.  I felt guilty that I hadn't done this 6 years
earlier when she started the self pity act.  We were tolerant to let people
"do their thing" and "be themselves" even though it was ruining her life
and making an idiot out of her.

   When I came back to the room Gail was looking at her reflection in the
side of the toaster.

   "Like what you see?" I asked.

   "Oh, I've always thought I was pretty OK looking, I just went out of my
way to look like a freak.  You know the times I did shower or bathe I
always resisted looking at myself before I freaked myself up again.  I used
to spend hours in front of the mirror primping myself for my boyfriends, or
for someone I might want to flirt with.  I wasn't a very good girl then,
kind of slutty, but I never looked that way.  I would have fixed myself up
for you, you know.  I had such a crush on you when you were going with
Haley.  I was so jealous of her and her relationship with you.  Depriving
myself of that chance to steal you away helped me be strong to resist other
pleasures.  I was intent on just being sad and unhappy.  But Rob, that's
not why I'm here, because I have a crush or anything.  You were just the
first one in a long time to hit me between the eyes and try to show me the
wrong paths I've taken.  Coming from you it sort of woke me up because I've
known for a long time that I either had to change or kill myself, and those
thoughts disturbed me because I knew I could do it."

   "Before you said while you were showering you began to feel a little
like a woman again.  I took the liberty of calling a friend of mine who
runs a day spa where a woman can go and get pampered.  She also takes in
actresses for makeovers to movies and like that.  She would take you as a
client just for the experience of having someone so far . . . ."

   "Gone?  Is that what you want to say?  Don't think you embarrass me Rob.
I KNOW I'm a fucking mess, but the change in me is that I WANT to get back
to the world." She said showing a spunk I had not seen in her before.

   I took her to Rita's spa that day before I went to the coast disaster
sites to see what help I could provide.  The fact I was really doing
something in the rescue and recovery effort made up for the fact I was
driving a well signed company vehicle and had our logo on the back of my
shirt.  The company wanted the good will exposure, I liked helping.  It was
part of the same soft spot I held for Gail.  I guess I felt like I was
saving a soul, of sorts.

   Late in the day I got a call on my cell from Rita who wanted to ask if
she could keep Gail overnight.

   "Rob, everything she needs to have done to makeover herself takes time.
I have openings for an overnight client, and to tell you the truth, she is
a challenge.  I'm bringing her to a dentist tomorrow if that's OK." Rita
said.

   "Anything she's agreeable to." I conceded.

   "You never went to this much trouble to get in MY pants, Robbie." Rita
snickered.

   "It's not like that Reets.  I don't think I have any interest.  She was
a lost soul I knew in college, the roommate of my then girlfriend.  Maybe
this is just my way of making things right.  She was a sideshow then and we
let her be one.  One thing always stuck with me was that she asked me to
proof her transcripts from her four years, and she was at the top of her
classes in her field.  I had always looked at her and thought she was a dim
bulb, for looking like she did.  Looking at her marks, I knew I was wrong
for 4 years." I said with more pity in my voice than I wanted to show.

   Her former game was self pity.  I didn't want to be a facilitator.

   "Rob, she colored her hair black with harsh commercial colors for a long
time and then she's used shoe polish in it for a couple years.  Her hair
and scalp are a mess, and other things I can't begin to tell you." Rita
said.

   "Don't!  She's already painted a few gruesome pictures for me.  Just
keep in mind that I'm bringing her to a job try out at the end of the week
in Atlanta and I would like her to look nice.  Explaining away almost 3
years of vagrancy after college will be hard enough to explain to Human
Resources." I told Rita to finish our call.

   Rita was a sweet woman whom I met when I first came to Florida over a
year ago.  She couldn't deal with my moving from place to place and we
broke it off.  We still saw each other on occasion.  I think she wanted to
keep me in line in case I ever came to Florida to stay.  If she thought
that Gail and I were, or could have been, romantic at all she wouldn't have
been so nice to her, for sure.

   The possibility that I could become involved with Gail ran through my
mind more than once since I sent her off to the spa.  I suspected that Gail
was going to be a pretty good looking woman after getting cleaned up, and
the fact she was tall, just an inch or two shorter than my 6 feet, always
intrigued me.  After the break with Haley I got back into daily jerk-off
sessions and memories of Gail's tight squeeze hug and kiss on graduation
day worked well in my imagination, even though I had no clue what her body
looked like under her black draped clothes.  Eventually Gail's face on
Elvira's body became my fantasy until I began to date and sleep with my
next conquest.  In the couple years following Haley and U-Minn I became a
pretty good cocksman, if I do say so myself.  One weekend I did an
assistant on the Women's Olympic team and the Mom of one of my prospective
players on the Men's team.  Neither was as sleazy as it sounds, but I
didn't know the Mom had a daughter on the Women's team as well.  My showing
up at the rink and having them make small talk about me to each other
almost ruined my chances of working with the USOC, but I fast talked my way
out of it all.  The Mom gave me a farewell blowjob after both of her kids
made the team and were shipped off for a 3 exhibition try-out.  That was
the last time I shit where I ate.  For female companionship, I had but a
few phone numbers in Florida.  My actual home was in Atlanta, where I had a
couple steady dates, and our other office was in San Antonio but Texas
females had been safe so far.  As far as my looks could carry me with the
fairer sex, I lacked the panache to become a player.  I did OK but, if not
for aggressive women, I might still be a lonely jacker.

   That night Gail called me to thank me for everything, besides taking a
chance to flirt on the phone a bit.  I acted pretty cold to make sure she
knew I was not biting, at least yet.  Without knowing what she looked like
under her clothes I wasn't ready to be even playful.  It's not that I had
such high standards, but the thought of her sweat and urine aroma left me
with an image I couldn't erase.  Once she knew I wasn't going to play
cutesy on the phone with her she asked if I could front her $500 to buy
some clothes and essentials.  She said it was the first time she had begged
in 2 years where she actually intended on paying her "sucker" back.  I
really didn't doubt her good intention and resolve to change her life.  I
just knew she was too damn smart and had worked too hard at school to walk
away from life once she had accepted God's fate with her Mom and sister. 
As crude as it sounds, there is nothing so evident than LIFE GOES ON.

   Chapter 6

   Before Gail came back my place I had to make a decision that I could
live with about her.  I wasn't really interested in an exclusive
relationship, especially one where she would live with me for a time.  I
also didn't want her to think that she owed me anything for helping me, but
if recreational sex was on her mind, I was open as long as I found her
desirable.  I didn't want to see moon eyes hoping I would fall for her.  If
something happened between us, fine.  When we first talked after I had
burned her clothes, I had the feeling she was about to ask me to help make
up for 7 years of celibacy.  Maybe that was my imagination, but I did
shudder at the thought of seeing her hairy body beckoning me.  If she
thought that my not wanting to touch her unkempt hairy body made me
shallow, she was right.

   The morning was filled with a lot of running around, finally able to get
into our now flooded, iceless training facility and salvage our equipment
that was stranded there.  I shipped it off to New York and was back on the
recovery patrol for one more day.  Another storm was brewing in the gulf
and I wanted to be sure I was out of the state before I was asked to stay
and help again.  Enough was enough.  I planned on being in Atlanta for
Monday morning and that was IT!

   Rita called me as I was headed back home and asked if I could make the
trip to Bonita Springs and pick up Gail.

   "If I knew how pretty she would turn out I would have shaved her head
and bucked her teeth.  Unless you let me move in, I'm afraid I can't
compete with her." Rita chuckled.

   "Rita, you know you'll always be special to me and if you're really
worried about Gail, remember that I'll be leaving her in Atlanta in a
couple days and likely be spending more time in Florida than Atlanta for
the foreseeable future." I said to ease any worries she might have had,
either imagined or real.

   "Rob, don't let the fact that you have a home in Atlanta escape this
conversation.  You may not be there much, but you DO LIVE THERE!" Rita
bristled.

   "Rita, don't let the fact that you broke off the steady thing with me,
not me with you, get away.  Don't be like this.  If I ever got into another
serious relationship, you would be the first to know.  When I come back to
Florida we can talk about things." I said, ending the conversation.  She
pissed me off when she acted this way because I could have been quite
content with her as my mate in Florida.  I never cheated on Haley in 4
years, so I don't think I would with Rita.  However, breaking up our
exclusive relationship was her choice, not mine.

   True to Rita's word, Gail turned out real well.  Her near 6 foot frame
was quite appealing with her long shapely, although pasty white legs.  Gail
had shunned artificial tanning agents, hoping to get out in the sun for the
first time in a long time.  Her long hair had been cut to just her
shoulders in its natural color and she wore a polo that sported Rita's
logo. It did accent her breasts nicely, which were bigger that I thought.
She wore jean shorts that shaped her butt well.  Her little belly was
evident, but not too unflattering at all.  In most clothes you might not
even notice it.  Considering what she put herself through since June of
'97, she looked damn good.

   Once in the car Gail beamed like a Hollywood premiere, she was so happy
with her look.

   "Rob, they beat the crap out of me and rubbed me raw with lotions and
potions.  The dentist had a field day in my mouth and had me bleeding like
a stuck pig, but I guess I really only have a couple bad teeth.  Getting my
gums to recover from inattention is my biggest priority there.  Last night
I itched and burned everywhere the sun doesn't shine after getting plucked
and shucked from my legs, under my arms and . . .  .  well everywhere. 
They even got rid of the bags under my eyes and the wrinkles I thought were
old age.  I was just all dried up.  Then they gave me real food last night.
I hadn't eaten fresh meat or fresh vegetables for years.  I ate like a pig
and drank a big glass of milk and that made me sick as hell last night. 
Rita wasn't going to tell you, but I was in the emergency room this
morning. My insides revolted and I thought I was going to shit a
basketball. I literally couldn't pass what was in me." She said still
excited.

   "Please, Gail, I don't need the play by play." I said trying to stop
her.

   "No please!  One of the things I miss is talking to people and I just
have to tell you this.  You know when I was on the street I would only crap
once a week or so." (God, I wanted to pull off the road and wretch) "But
eating all that real food and then the milk made my intestines revolt.  I
guess your body rejects the lactose until you build up a resistance.  So
anyway everything came down the line and I still had last weeks garbage in
there and . . .  "

   "Please Gail!  I'm begging you, STOP!" I said.

   Gail laughed a big belly laugh that was worth the ordeal just to hear. I
never really heard her laugh before.  She composed herself and leaned over
and kissed my cheek.

   "You're so sweet to put up with me and so cute trying to keep your lunch
down.  Anyway they gave me a big enema and I'm OK now." She said quickly
causing me to pull over and sit on the shoulder with my head in my hands in
disbelief.

   "You aren't going to talk about menstrual cycles are you?" I asked her
incredulously.

   "No, but I should get to a doctor for a check up.  I 'm sure I'm OK
because that was one thing I was very careful about.  If you ask another
girl for a tampon they always give it to you." She said in her
blabber-mouth staccato.

   I put the car back into gear as I shook my head and drove the rest of
the way home.  Once at the house I asked her what she wanted for dinner, if
there was anything she hadn't had in a long time that she missed.

   "Spaghetti and meatballs!  Is that possible?" She answered quickly.

   Rita would be pissed off to know that the sauce and meatballs she made
and froze for me were going to feed Gail, but I told her I could do that.

   After thawing the sauce and meatballs in the microwave I began to simmer
it on the stove while I boiled water for pasta.  I even found a loaf of
garlic bread in the freezer and had the oven going for the bread when Gail
snuck up behind me, snaking her arms around my hips to my belly.

   "Rob, you know I have to repay you for everything you've done for me."
She said in a sultry voice.

   "Gail, you don't need to do a thing to repay me.  If I loan you the
money, then you can repay me.  Until then you owe me nothing.  Don't think
for one minute that I did anything expecting to get anything in return." I
said emphatically.

   She ran her hands up my chest and pulled her breasts tight to my back.

   "Are you going to make me flirt and beg with you?" She whispered.

   I took her hands from my chest and turned to face her.

   "Gail, if I said I wasn't intrigued by you back at school it would be a
lie.  I found you very intelligent and interesting to talk to.  What I've
seen in the past couple days was not anything I would think of bothering
with, and you know that all too well.  It sounds corny, but my heart is
singing that I saved you from yourself and have added a viable member of
the race to the roles.  Now, to say that the moment I saw you after your
trip to the spa I wasn't intrigued would also be a lie.  I never knew what
you looked like, besides your face, I only knew you were tall.  I REALLY
like tall, and you have beautiful legs.  However in the total scheme of
things, I would be taking advantage of you if I let anything happen between
us, wouldn't I?  I'm not sure if you want me, or if you want anybody." I
said to slow the pace.

   "Well, I want to seduce you because you're you Rob.  I haven't had it in
7 years and I was very active back then and admittedly this little
transformation has got my ovaries pulsing, but I wouldn't just chase after
anyone.  I am interested in you, but I won't throw myself at you if you're
not interested." She said pulling away in a bit of a huff.

   "Gail, I AM interested in you, don't think that I'm not.  I'm just not
sure if we should get involved until your situation is settled.  Let's
think about it and talk over dinner and see what happens." I said as I took
her retreating hand and kissed it.

   She smiled and melted me.  She definitely was having an effect on me and
the guilt I should have felt about wanting to take advantage of her was
fading.

   While I finished preparing dinner Gail was looking over the home owner's
library.  She pulled out a geological book and began to ask questions about
the company and exactly what we do, how her skills might directly apply. 
She seemed to put the time since college totally behind her.  What was she
thinking then?  Was I missing something?  This woman and the one that slept
on my doorstep a few days ago were two totally different women.

   We sat down to dinner and I poured a nice red wine to go with
everything. aShe raised her glass and looked to me.

   "A toast to God for bringing you to me and saving me from myself; you
were an answered prayer." She said.

   We clinked and sipped.

   "An answered prayer?" I queried.

   "When I was trapped in that closet I made up with God.  I was so pissed
off at him for taking my Mom and sister away that I no longer believed.  I
told him I needed a sign of hope if He wasn't going to make me just suffer
and die there.  I guess you were that sign.  I never allowed much joy in my
life all that time and depriving me of sex was part of it.  Exactly two
times I masturbated in all those years.  I thought of you both times.  I
heard you and Haley going at it a few times and I was so jealous of her. 
One night I hid under the bed when I heard you two coming up the hall.  I
was mad at myself, I had such a crush on you, but it made me stronger to
resist happiness in the long run." She said in a soft voice, as if
confessing to me.

   "Gail, I didn't know you felt that way about me, and the hiding under
the bed is a little creepy, no, kinky.  I never had any idea."

   "Haley did.  She said she saw me, and then proceeded to put on a show
for me.  She was kind of rubbing it in my face.  Apparently she never told
you."

   "No. . . . .  ummm, don't eat so fast and make your self sick again." I
reminded her.

   "Oh yeah, I will.  Stop acting like my father when you talk to me like
that.  You're going to make it hard to flirt with you later.  My father
just gave out orders and smacked me and my Mom around.  He left when I was
13." She said with a little snarl in her voice, noticeably peeved.

   "Sorry, it wasn't intentional.  I'm just looking out for you." I smiled.

   "Becaaaaaaause?" She sang to me while pointing her fork.

   "Because I . . . .  uh . . . .  care about you.  Is that what you wanted
to hear?"

   "No, it's what I wanted YOU to hear.  I see the way you've looked at me
since I walked out of Rita's." She said slyly.

   I whispered "touché" under my breath and continued eating, my thoughts
and emotions swirling in my head.

   After we ate and cleaned up I invited her outside to walk a bit and sit
in the little gazebo in the back yard.  It was a great place to watch the
sun set over the trees until the bugs came out in force.  She held my arm
on the walk and hugged my arm while we sat and talked.  When I suggested we
move inside to avoid being eaten alive she kissed me as we stood up.  I
kissed her hard back, resisting using my tongue.

   Back inside the house she looked to me for some sign, but I was still
unsure of what I thought was right.  I know what I wanted, for sure.

   I sat on the sofa and flicked on the TV to get the ball scores as she
excused herself to the bathroom.  I was semi-reclined when she came back
and she lay right along side of me.

   As I watched the TV she kissed my cheek and ran her tongue along my face
and then kissed my chin, then my lips.

   "Are you afraid of my tongue?  I invited yours outside and you stopped
the kiss." She said.

   "I didn't know you offered.  I wasn't sure if you wanted mine." I said
about to let my feelings go along with all the caution I held.

   She moved quickly on top of me and covered my mouth with hers and the
race was on.  She was a real dirty kisser, the kind that gives you a quick
hard on.  Her tongue found places in my mouth that no one ever did.  As she
squirmed on top of me trying to feel the lump I held for her I ran my hands
over her ass as I ground up to her.  I let her ass go and ran my hands up
her sides pushing her shirt up.  Her breasts were glorious!  How she hid
them so well must have been a job because they were so nicely shaped.  Her
nipples were already long and wanting to be sucked.  I could not resist
those beauties.

   Gail swooned and moaned deeply as I excited her nipples even more than
their erect state.  I never had such long buds in my mouth and my tonguing
of them had her grinding even harder on my lump.  She finally had to sit
back and protect her titties from my mouth.

   "Look what you've done to my shorts!" She said looking down at the wet
spot that already leaked through the cotton sweats she wore.

   She fumbled with my pants for a moment trying to get my cock free.  I
saw her pulling her shorts aside with the intent of just sitting on me to
relieve her 7 year itch.

   "Wait Gail!  Birth control!  Let's not be stupid!" I hollered at her as
I scrambled up and moved from under her.

   I went to the end table and opened the drawer where I had a reserve of
condoms and lube jelly.  Ahh, the Boy Scout in me; i.e.: be prepared!

   With my cock already sticking out of my pants I ripped the package open
and pushed the roll over me while she watched intently.  I turned towards
her and she simply laid back and pulled her sweatshorts and panties aside
to reveal a totally shaved pubis and pussy.  Bracing my knees at the edge
of the sofa I aimed my cock just right of her fist full of fabric.

   Gail burst into tears as I pressed into her accompanied by a long low
swoon.  If not for the contorted smile on her face I would have almost
thought I hurt her.

   "My fantasies have been few, but this is the end.  You are all of them
rolled into one.  Fuck me Rob!  You are the first man to EVER fill me like
this.  Godddddddddd!"

   "Gail, you are soooooo fucking tight.  If I fuck you hard I'll come in a
minute."

   "Don't come inside me, even with the condom.  They scare me."

   I wanted to really buggy whip my cock in her pussy, but I would have
shot immediately.  Instead I reached down beside her fistful of cotton and
began to flick her clit with my thumb as I slowly pushed as deep as I could
go and slowly withdrew.  It wasn't what I really wanted, but this was for
her.  I had my share of women, but none enjoyed my equipment this much. 
Her clit was like a hard chip of stone as I strummed it, but the growl each
time I pushed into her was from deep in her sexual being.  She giggled
loudly and then I felt her pussy bear down on me, like long fingers
gripping me.  I looked to her eyes, but only saw the whites with her mouth
wide open.  She was deep in the throes of an orgasm.  I saw her chin quiver
and then she barked loudly at me.

   "No, No, NOoooooooo nrggggggggggggt.  Let me, LET ME BREEEeathe." She
grunted breathlessly.  I gave up her clit and withdrew all the way except
for the head of my cock.  Her hands shot down and took my cock and pulled
the plum of it out of her nether lips.  She let go of the handful of fabric
and turned hard on her side, still squealing deep in her throat.

   I reached down and took the sides of her sweat shorts and panty and
began to pull them down.

   "Let me see that beautiful ass while I finish you." I said as threaded
her garments down her legs.  I ran my hands over her ass cheeks and when
she turned to look at me they split and I touched her asshole.

   "No, no more fucking Rob.  Not enough protection.  I'll give you my
mouth, take off your condom!" she said impatiently as she slithered from
the sofa and stood and shucked her top and turned to me.  She was shaved as
clean as I've seen any woman shaved.  I was kind of an ass man and before
she slipped away I saw she was smooth there, right down to her notch I had
touched.  The flare of her hip to her ass was perfect.  Haley and I had
tried anal as one of my kinks.  She seemed to like it at the time, but we
never did it again.  Rita and I had done some finger play there, but she
never bit when I asked if she wanted something bigger.  Gail's ass cleft
and shapely buns had me thinking about butt boffing.

   Gail knew I gave her ass the once over as she sat next to me and pushed
me back.  She bent to take the head of my cock in her mouth and she looked
at me before she did.

   "You like my ass huh?  I've done it there so I wouldn't get pregnant. 
But now, I don't know." She said just before she took my cock in her mouth.

   She sucked me like a last meal for a few strokes and looked up again.

   "I told Haley not to be afraid of backdoor sex when you wanted to try
it. She asked me lots of sex questions." She said breathlessly before
gobbling my cock again.

   Her mouth drove me crazy for a full minute of non-stop bobbing and
sucking before she grew impatient and took my hand and pushed it toward my
cock.  I took it in my hand and stroked while she kept her mouth around the
head.  My breathing grew into short gasps as I neared my climax.  I hunched
up to watch the show as I felt my gusher rising.  The first long shot hit
the roof of her now open mouth and caromed straight back down between us.
She placed her hands together underneath me as I stroked one more shot to
her chin and then down in her hands.  My 2 big shots were satisfying to
blow off like that, but I had a lot of spunk to lose.  As I flexed more
spooge up my shaft she took the head in her mouth again like she was eating
a melting fudgsicle; sucking what had melted and then drawing her mouth off
to taste and swallow.  Each pearl I drew up she dutifully ate and tasted.
Her sucking my ravaged cock was draining every ounce of strength I had with
the deep shudders it caused.  But, she had turned so pretty in my eyes as
she did this sucking, savoring and swallowing that I couldn't stop her. 
The last pearl I could draw up sat like a wet drop on the tip of my penis
and she stroked it up to the tip and then sucked it off, drawing the whole
head in her mouth and sucking it hard up to a kiss on the tip.  She knelt
back and smiled at me, and then crawled over my body to hold me tight.

   "You look at me like you love me, and right now I feel like I love you.
Lets not make too much of this until we sort out our feelings, OK?  I don't
want to mistake pent up emotion for anything more." She whispered as she
cradled her head next to mine.  She rubbed her hands, slimy with my seed,
all over my chest.  I smiled at her and winked, looking down over her.  I
noticed the little paunchy belly she had with sort of a cottage cheese type
of texture to it.  It was obviously from her hunger and poorly fed
lifestyle.  She saw me look at it and quickly pulled a throw pillow over
herself.

   "That's a good sign for you, you know." I said.

   "What?  That I have an old woman's belly?" She said disgusted.

   "No.  That you care, and have a returning sense of pride." I said,
obviously surprising even herself.

   "I guess . . . . .  thanks Rob, for . . . .  a, um . . .  caring.  I do
feel better about myself now than I can ever remember, to tell you the
truth.  Rita really builds your ego, and you wanting me, like I wanted you,
helped a lot too." She said as she got up and gathered her clothes.

   "Can you find me something to sleep in?  We have to go out tomorrow and
get me some clothes before we go to Atlanta."

   "I have a long t-shirt, and there are more of those panties in the top
drawer of the room where you were sleeping."

   "Thanks that will do fine.  If you don't mind, I'm going to bed early.
I've got a lot of thinking to do." She said giving me a hug.

   I followed her upstairs and got her the t-shirt and went to kiss her
good-night.

   "You can sleep with me if you want Gail.  I didn't think I had to ask
you if that's what you were waiting for." I said just before pecking her on
the lips.

   "No, I know.  I really think I need the alone time.  I don't want to
color my emotions right now, if you know what I mean." She said with a
smile.

   Chapter 7

   I was pretty beat from the athletics of the evening and went right to
bed myself.  Once I settled in I realized that I really liked Gail and
despite her years of foolishness and self pity, she was still a nice person
inside.  I really liked how sexual she was, even though I wouldn't always
expect the kind of spontaneous passion we had tonight.  I realized she had
done without for a long time and she got overwhelmed.  I wondered if I
should feel guilty about driving the situation, which I thought I had.  She
definitely took charge at one point which reduced my culpability, at least
in my mind.

   When I woke up in the morning at the radio alarm I tried to listen to
the news but felt uncomfortable for some reason.  I sat up to see Gail
sitting in the hallway out side the master bedroom.  She had a blanket and
a pillow and had apparently been there for awhile.

   When she looked up at me it was apparent she had been crying for a
while.

   "Gail?  What's wrong?  I thought everything was fine last night."

   "Can I come in and talk to you?  I've got to straighten a few things
out."

   I sat up and patted the bed and she came in sheepishly, avoiding eye
contact.

   "I have to apologize for being a whore last night.  I never had a guy
give me butterflies like you did.  Three years ago when we left school I
was jealous of Haley and just thought you were the nicest guy.  When you
popped back in my life it was a sign from God and there I was covered in my
own feces I just figured it was "just MY luck".  When you finally made me
realize that so many of my real memories of Mom and Sis were happy ones and
they made me smile, I realized how foolish I had been all these years.  I
wasted years crying over them, when I should have been celebrating them. 
So, I wanted to use my rebirth to win you but now I've used my crush and my
fantasies for nothing.  Our first date ended like a night getting picked up
in a bar.  I'm sorry and I hope you can forgive me.  I'll make you proud if
you get me a job.  I won't fuck THAT up." She said quietly with little
emotion.

   I took her hands into mine.

   "Gail, you didn't fuck anything up and I think no less of you now than
then.  We got caught up in passions last night.  My mind raced with
expectations of what could be with you, and I think you did the same.  I
really like you Gail.  If I didn't I wouldn't have let last night happen. I
would never use you like that.  You don't think I picture you acting that
way with just anyone, do you?  I'm just as interested right now as last
night.  You've lost sleep over nothing.  Trust me on this one.  You're over
analyzing." I said hoping to allay any fears she had of blaming herself for
something stupid.

   "I may have been easy before, but I didn't blow guys on the first date.
I think that makes me a whore"

   "Gail, I saw that as pure affection for me."

   "It was, but I don't expect you to take it that way.  I never trusted
condoms.  Two of my girlfriends got pregnant with condoms and I never let
anyone finish in me with one.  I didn't want to leave you with just a hand
job after you were so beautiful to me." She said in defense of herself.

   "Gail, everything about us is special at this point.  This wasn't a
first date.  It was a lot more than that.  You had needs last night and
your body sought to take care of them.  I doubt you could control
everything that happened.  Now we just have to decide if we want to
continue to see each other romantically or not." I said hoping to see a
smile.

   "Do you?" she asked with a pouty lip.

   "Have you made YOUR decision yet?" I asked.

   "I made my decision on graduation day in Minnesota back in 2001.  I knew
you were the guy that would fill my dreams and fantasies if I allowed them.
I saw you from afar all four years and listened to all of Haley's little
stories.  Depriving myself of a chance at you was part of my joy
depravation.  I knew you weren't in Haley's plans if you moved away from
her.  She told me that and it made me sick, but I never thought it would
happen." Gail confessed.

   "I think we could make a good couple, at least for a while.  By that I
don't mean I want to use you, but I just wonder how much of your
fascination is your fantasy and after other guys get interested, I might
not seem so special." I wondered aloud.

   "Oh believe me, YOU ARE SPECIAL.  But I'm willing to take this at your
pace if you don't trust your heart.  We have lots of time to think about it
and explore ourselves a bit." Gail told me, encouraged by my words.

   We got up and took showers and packed up things for a week or so in
Atlanta.  We left with the clothes on her back and stopped at a mall and
picked up female essentials and a few outfits to wear at work.  We picked
casual wear for a week for her and she changed into a simple outfit there
to travel with.

   Early that evening we pulled into Atlanta to my digs along the
Chattahoochee.  I showed Gail her own room at the house making sure she
knew the sleeping arrangement.  Cohabitation sounded like fun, but I felt
it was important to our relationship that we not get that familiar.  We
didn't say there wouldn't be sex, but maybe we should keep a few msteries
from each other.  When I used the word mysteries I noticed her chuckle
under her breath.

   "What's so funny about that?" I asked.

   "Last night you openly admired my ass and even touched my asshole, and I
also told you I had done it there before.  I don't think we have too many
mysteries." She said shaking her head.

   "Knowing how you like your coffee, whether you sleep in your back or
side, if you can drive a standard shift, are you Apple or IBM, have you
ever had chicken pox, do you snore, can you cook, how do you like your
eggs, I think we have a LOT of mysteries and a lot to learn before we make
the commitment from roommate to lovers." I told her emphatically.

   "Are you saying we shouldn't have any sex, either?  There are likes and
dislikes there too.  I think we need to know what each other likes and
doesn't.  I need to find out things about you." She said with a ray of hope
in her horny voice.

   "Sex?  Of course!  If it happens, it's all good.  What is there to
dislike about sex?" I said.

   "You avoided one thing last night and its one of my favorites." She said
turning her eyes in embarrassment.

   I thought quickly and wondered if she wanted to be skewered in her butt
and I missed the OK.  I looked at her quizzically.

   "What I did to you last night?  Going down on you?" She said with the
reddest of faces, perturbed that I made her say it.

   "Oh God no!  I didn't avoid it.  It just didn't fit into the game.  We
moved too fast.  It may be my favorite part of male passive sex." I told
her.

   "Male passive sex?" She said screwing up her face.

   "Things that don't involve friction to the penis that are still
satisfying by the sheer joy it brings to your partner.  Like teasing your
nipples, rubbing your clit, thrusting fingers, looking for your spot, all
that good stuff." I said as if reading a menu.

   "I hope we can become lovers.  I like to be pleased without being
pressured to "pay" for it.  When Haley asked me stuff about sex with you I
was soooooo jealous.  I guess knowing you were a considerate lover, and I
had just been with selfish ones, made me think so much of you." She said as
if I wasn't really there.

   "Gail we ARE lovers." I said as I put my arms around her and turned her
back to me.  I draped my hands around her stomach and intertwined my
fingers as I spoke softly in her ear.  "Last night wasn't just some spur of
the moment fast fuck to make each other get off.  It may have seemed like
that but if you think back you remember I went as slow as I could to make
sure you enjoyed it.  Watching you come was beautiful.  My male ego wasn't
stroked by that, my heart was.  Your orgasm under me was moving.  When you
sought to make me happy in a way you knew I would like I took it as
affection for me, not the act.  We may not be "in love" but we are lovers.
I wasn't just getting laid last night."

   When she turned her head to the side where I spoke over her shoulder I
saw tears running down her cheek.

   "Thank you for opening up your heart and letting me know the score.  You
are so sweet.  As I lay in bed last night I thought we might never be
together like that again.  Now I want you again right now because I know I
won't feel guilty in the morning.  Does that make me bad, or wrong, or a
hypocrite to myself or you?" She said almost blubbering in her tears.

   "I don't think so, but maybe we're too emotional for making love right
now.  We've spoken intimately about sex and love and they both feed the
libido.  I think we'll both feel better if we resist and let our emotions
feed on the anticipation.  It's been a long day and you have to make a good
impression tomorrow.  Let's go to bed and give ourselves a chance to think
and rest on it." I whispered.

   "You may be right.  If we really feel special towards each other it can
wait until the moment is clear.  Our sex talk has made it a little cloudy."
She said drying her tears.

   She turned and kissed me deeply and said good night.  It was early but
we both needed the time to sorts out emotions and rest.

   It was lonely in my king size bed but I felt happy with how we left
things.  I could have easily ravaged her body that night and wondered in
the morning if it was feelings or horniness.  As I drifted off into my deep
sleep I heard the faint muffled sounds that I knew were her orgasm.  Oh for
the joys or personal satisfaction when your body calls.  I smiled for her
as I drifted off.

   I hadn't set the alarm for the morning knowing Marie, the secretary I
shared with all of the road people, would call to wake me.  They usually
didn't expect the road warriors to be in the office before 10.  When we
worked out of the home office we stayed on call until 6 or 7 and then the
skeleton crew of one operator and one road tech took any emergency calls.
They kept a few others on call.  Most supply problems could usually be
fixed remotely right on the grid.  Leaks and shortages were handled by the
local support people.  When I was in Atlanta, I was officially "on call"
after hours every other day.  I usually was in the home office for 7 days a
month, as were each of the east coast techs.  Our "on call" time allowed us
to work 4 weeks and get the fifth off as paid comp time.  With my work with
the Olympic team it worked out well, especially if I worked in my 3 weeks
of regular vacation.  So I worked 3 bases of operation and one week in
Atlanta.  From Estero I worked the Fort Myers and Fort Lauderdale offices,
then a week in Mobile where I normally bounced between there and Pensacola,
depending where problems cropped up.  I had a good deal with the Residence
Inn people up there so I felt like I was "home" more than I actually was.
No where I stayed felt like a hotel and that was good.

   Out of my deep sleep I became aware that I was not alone in bed.  It
took me a moment to realize where I was and if I was dreaming or not.  I
opened my eyes to 2 bright pretty eyes that looked at me with obvious
affection.  I remember thinking for a split second how beautiful these 2
eyes were now, no longer being muted with ugly black make-up, and yellowed
and red lined by poor diet and sleep habits.  As I focused more I could see
she was on her knees on the bed, bent far over to look right in my eyes, my
face, as if reading some outward emotion that my words might deny.  The
bottom of her back that showed just over her head revealed the split of her
butt.  She was nude and her breath was freshly tinged of mint.  She rested
her chin on her two flat hands.

   "You're handsome even as you sleep.  You have such character in your
face.  When I decided to come in here, I wanted you.  Now I want you more.
I decided that there was something different about you last night was when
you were talking to me.  You respected me.  It was the first time almost
anyone looked at me without pity or scorn in a few years.  You understood
when you looked at my eyes.  I masturbated last night to fulfill my ache,
but it didn't work.  I felt as empty when I got done as when I started.  It
was you I wanted and needed.  If you have any feelings at all for me, make
love to me.  Show me how and what you feel for me.  Don't deny there is
something there." She said almost as if singing to me, her voice sweet and
clear like I hadn't heard before this week.

   The sincerity in her voice melted me.  If there were one doubt, one
wonder in my mind about IF I could fall for her, love her AND respect her,
it was erased now.  There was something that I knew I missed in four years
of loving Haley, four years of making love to her, four years of making her
the reason I woke each day.  Sincerity.  It all sounded so foolish to me at
this moment as thought crossed my mind, but then I thought about our
break-up and that we never really cared we broke up.  We said I love you
for four years and planned to live the rest of our lives together and then
she moved southwest and I went east and POOF.  We were history.  No wailing
and gnashing of teeth.  On-Off, hot-cold, slippery-rough.  Haley knew it.
She told Gail that if I moved away that was it for us.  She wasn't even
sincere or honest enough to tell ME.  Now, here in my face was the woman
who kept my image in the locket of her heart for all of this time, and she
was telling me to make love to her.  Something wiped away all the cob-webs
of her aura, and made us each understand something about each other that we
didn't know the night before.  She found it first and her eyes told me.  As
of that moment I had never been taken by just the words and feelings of a
woman, of any person for that matter.  This is the point in the movie where
the bells would ring and the screen would get all gauzy and they fade to
the puffy white clouds in the blue sky, but it was really happening!

   Gail knelt up and back on her haunches.  Her long reddish hair bobbed at
her shoulders and her breasts hung from her chest like perfect firm globes
with their bright pink long nipples.  Her legs were parted just enough to
see the pretty pussy lips that hid her treasure.  I took in the sight of
her like I had never seen a woman before.  My smile answered any questions
she had about if my making love to her was possible.  I sat up and sought
her lips to kiss.  I excused my morning mouth and told her that I hated to
break the moment, but I really had to pee.  She chuckled in understanding
and hugged me again and whispered in my ear to get a condom.  (Getting her
birth control was on the top of her list now because she hated my wearing a
condom, and I hated having to finish outside of her)

   When I came back to the bed she had reclined onto my spot, her hair
splayed out on the pillow.  I climbed directly onto her and felt her warmth
all over me.  We kissed long passionate kisses as our bodies touched and
DAMN that condom, if it were on or I didn't need it, I would be inside of
her now.  I sat back up and opened the rascal wrapper and pushed it onto
myself.  I moved over her and slid all the way into her wet and waiting
quim.

   "OOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFF, you feel so good and so big in me." She gasped as
she wrapped her arms around my back and held me face to face with her while
I thrust in and out of her.

   Gail bounced back at me from the bed as she began to chirp and squeal.
Her orgasm was long and judging by the way she held me, quite gripping. 
When I thought she was through, she ground out another, her eyes tearing
and her lower lip quivering.

   The excitement of the new found beauty I saw in her brought me to the
brink fast and she was about to reel me in for a third spasm when I knew I
was too close to play games.

   I sat back and shouted out the coming of my load.

   "I'M GONNA COME GAIL, LET ME UP!"

   I sat back and ripped the condom off just as the first spurt left me and
landed on her belly.  My hand shot down to make sure I worked my whole
gusher, while her hand covered her pussy from the mess.

   Moments later I was exhausted back on my knees, a long drool of semen
hanging from me.  I looked to her and she had her eyes closed with a
beautiful smile on her face.  She opened her eyes and looked at me with an
odd look of sorts.  And then she said, as if making a revelation, "You made
love to me!", and then she giggled like a little kid who just found the
cookie jar.  I wanted to hug her again but my prick was still coated and
dripping with my cookies she had milked out.  She bounced up, noting my
predicament and kissed me hard.

   "I think we needed that to make sure we knew what we were dealing with
here.  You are so special to me and make me do things I've never done
before.  My orgasms are . . . . .  WOW!" She said as she re-pasted her
mouth back on me.

   "We definitely have something going here," was all I could muster to
say.

   The phone rang in the middle of our reverie and it was Marie from the
office making sure I was up.  She flirted on the phone a bit and wondered
if I was alone or not.  We had dated once and got pretty hot and heavy at
her place, but she ended it before it got too far, even though I know I
could have talked her into the rest of the deed.  She told me she had
boyfriend and felt bad about what had happened and we shouldn't go any
further.  With my hand in her panties and my cock in her hand after saying
it looked yummy, it seemed a bad time to come to that realization, but at
least she had a conscience.  For that I had to respect her.

   I sent Gail off to the shower while I had to make a couple calls.  I
needed to make an arrangement with someone for Gail to use their address.
Putting MY address on an application for work would be a big no-no.  Terry
Parker, one of my college line mates from UMINN lived close-by and he was
more than glad to help.  I had the address now I just needed a phone for
her, and I could get a Tracfone on the way in and with 5 minutes on the
computer, have a number that was hers.

   She came out of the shower dressed in just a towel, wanting to mug,
snuggle and kiss but I quickly told her that we were in a hurry as I
gathered my things for my own shower.

   I smelled the coffee downstairs and asked her to pour after she dressed
and I would meet her at the table.  She had kind of a hurt look on her face
as I rushed around and I stopped to talk.

   "We didn't have the time for love making this morning, but it was
something our feelings screamed for.  We'll have plenty of time for talk
and play later, but I have to get to work and see if we can get you a job.
I showed how I feel.  Trust that." I said as I rushed to the shower.

   Apparently she got the gist of my words because when I came out of the
shower we were ready to go.  I grabbed my electric razor and gave my face a
quick once over as I went down the stairs and saw her at the table sipping
coffee.

   "Black, one sugar?" She said looking at me with a cute smile.

   She was referring to my list of necessities that would make a roommate a
lover, one being "how do I like my coffee".  I winked at her and we both
smiled.

   I had seen Tracfones at the counter in Starvin' Marvins when I got
coffee and gas there before, and although I knew I would pay premium price
there, it was handy and saved time.  Twenty minutes after coffee we were
both walking into the Atlanta headquarters of AmeriFuel-AmeriGas.

   I told her to sit in the waiting area and I went to the receptionist's
desk where pretty Marie had missed our tandem entrance.

   "Good Morning Marie.  The woman in the waiting area needs to go to the
application kiosk.  She says she has an interview scheduled with Iggy, but
he wants her to go through channels first.  I have a meeting with Iggy
right now, so I'll tell him she's here." I said as smooth as I could.

   "Oh?  A friend of yours?" Marie said with a knowing smile.

   "Nope, I just met her out front.  She just seemed a little lost, that's
all" I said as coolly as I could before I got on the elevator.

   I went directly to Iggy's office and briefed him on the situation.  He
said he could hire her as a free lance temp, a go-fer of sorts for a few
days.  In this time he would actually evaluate her skills.  He would be mum
on any relationship we might have.

   I went into my office and activated the Tracfone and had a phone number
for Gail in no time.  As a favor, Iggy went down to the application kiosk
where Gail was doing her on-line application and gave her the phone and
number.  I didn't need Marie to start a rumor by my going down.  Marie:
nice tits, great ass, but a big mouth and loves to gossip; I wonder if she
told everyone that she would have sucked my cock on our night out had I
asked?

   I set about my usual tasks during my week in Atlanta beginning with
filing my daily's.  They were already quite aware of my actions last week
as my company truck ended up in the news all week tied to the rescue
effort. I didn't have to chase the cameras, just stay on the front lines.
They played the clip of us rescuing Gail over and over again, but no one
could possibly recognize her from those video clips.  Goodwill and
advertising like that can't be bought.

   I checked with last weeks local 'on call' team and they had said it was
quiet for a few weeks now and my nights might be safe.  Late summer, away
from the hurricanes, didn't lend to too many natural gas emergencies.  I
wanted my nights free to explore my relationship with Gail and show her
around the city I called home.

   I had just finished briefing a group of the high muckety mucks (suits
and ties worried about the bottom line and where they went to lunch) on the
situation in Florida.  They were strictly dollars and cents people and
liked the way the situation worked out for us.  New business and good will
would more than pay for any losses we had, but I was concerned about the
losses.  I planned on being with the company a lot longer than those
stuffed shirts.  When I came out of the mini board room Iggy Cooper was
waiting for me in the hallway.

   "Rob!  That woman, where did you find her?" He said, seeming
exasperated.

   "Good God!  Is she that bad?" I said, thinking my worst fears came true.

   "No, go back to where you found her and get me 3 more!!" He said in high
pitched excitement.

   "She could take my job!  She reads geologic ultrasounds and then CADs
them from memory, almost.  She showed me a shading trick that can show
pressure and depth!  She was the top of her class and ANYONE would have
hired her!  She hasn't worked for 3 years, she was seeing the country, or
so she says.  Wherever she was she could have been making tons of dough
with any of the big gas companies.  I'll bet the university had lots of job
offers for her.  Did she have a commitment to scholarship?" Iggy asked
excitedly.

   "Umm, yeah she did, but they passed on her after her interviews.  So she
couldn't work for a year in the industry." I said telling him just what I
knew.

   "Didn't hire her!  They must have been nuts!  Why in the . . .  " Iggy
said reaching for an even higher pitch.

   "Igg, pal, buddy.  Let's keep it down and not ask questions about her. I
can only guarantee you that she's not on a wanted poster, isn't running
from debt or anyone.  She's had a screwed up life and she appears ready to
change it.  Finish your trial week with her and keep her on for another
month as you do all temps, if you're still interested.  Then, if you still
want to hire her, do it, but not as a favor to me, but because she earned
it.  Keep her tie to me as remote as possible.  I did her transcripts back
at college and I know how talented she is.  I hadn't seen her in 3 years
until a few days ago.  She's staying with me for now and I want it quiet,
OK?" I said moving close to Iggy to make sure he knew to keep confidential
on it all.

   "Mums the word, Robbo.  This girl can make sure we all have big profit
sharing checks and a big cut of the pie in the industry.  I think she's
that good." Iggy said in a whisper.

   "Just remember one thing, there were reasons, personal reasons, why she
wasn't working the past 3 years.  Please don't mortgage the farm on her
yet, but I think you have a good shot.  She's sold me." I quietly told
Iggy.

   If there was anyone at the firm I could trust with my relationship with
Gail it was Iggy.  He and I started together at the company and shared an
apartment for a time.  His ability to pick up girls and bring them home was
amazing.  He was a geek, but he had an aura about him that woman clamored
for.  He was the one who told me that Marie was do-able.  I looked the
other way when he dated within the company and he owed me that now.  He had
just been married in the past year to a woman who had to quit the company
to make it happen.  He was well aware of the situation.

   As 5 o'clock rolled around I buzzed Iggy and had him pass along to Gail
to wait until I finished at 6:30 to go, unless he could explain the way to
my home by public transportation, but I thought it was a bit much for her
to handle at the time.

   "I can keep her until 6:30 myself if she wants to stay.  I had a 6 week
backlog on research and she's already cut a week and half off it, plus
she's showing me things I didn't know." Ig said, all too happy to stay over
and keep her there.

   "One thing Iggy, does she seem happy?" I asked.

   "She's real excited to be working, happy and almost bubbly.  Like a kid
in a candy store to be at the computer and reading radio graphs,
ultrasounds, anything.  Just make sure she has money tomorrow, OK?  I have
no problem buying her lunch, but she was too embarrassed to ask me and was
going to go the day without eating.  Ummm, Robbo?  . . . . .  Are you doing
that?  She is fine!" Iggy said slipping back to his wolf days.

   "Yeah, well, um . . . .I can be.  She's a little overwhelming right now
with her emotions.  I could really like this girl, but I'm trying to be
cautious and it's getting hard." I said trying to be non committal, but
glad that Iggy approved her.

   Chapter 8

   At 6:30 I went down to the research floor and caught Iggy as he was
leaving.

   "She'll be at the bus shell at the corner.  She just left.  Good luck,
and thanks, Rob"

   I went to my car and drove to the corner in the industrial park and
there she sat in the bus shell.

   I pulled up and rolled down the window.

   "Keep driving mister, you can't afford me!" she hollered with a grin
before she ran out to the car.

   All the way back she bubbled and talked about what a great day she had
and thanked me a 100 times for helping her get the job.  Iggy laid on the
line to her that he was watching her closely for the remainder of the week.
If he brought her back it would be on 30 day trial.  At the end of 30 days,
he had the option of hiring her.  After explaining what I already knew she
paused.

   "The only reason why he wouldn't hire me today is that I could do his
job, right?" She said innocently.

   "You're sure you could do his job?" I said with a suspect squint.

   "Hmmm, yeah, part time.  What he needs are more people like me.  Do they
not hire good people because they don't pay?" She wondered.

   "They don't hire good people because they can't find them.  CAD people
are a dime a dozen.  CAD people with the geological and science background
like you are few.  Iggy does real well; do you have any idea how much
they're paying you?" I wondered.

   "Well, I'm getting $15 an hour this week, a secretary's pay and $1200 a
week as a 4 week trial temp in my field.  On the application for "salary
objective" I put down what Nations Grid was supposed to pay me.  They paid
my scholarship, and it was 3 years ago, but it seemed logical to ask that
much.  Mr.  Cooper knows I'll negotiate." She said in her new found
confidant way.  "Rob, for $15 I could live and eat for a week before.  I
don't know what to do with all that money."

   "Gail, a house, a car, clothes and good food are all things you deserve.
You won't have a problem spending and saving for a future.  How much did
you put down?" I wondered.

   "Eighty K, do you think that's too much?"

   "I don't know, maybe at our level in the industry.  National Grid is a
lot bigger company."

   "Maybe that's why they were going to pay that much."

   "I won't get involved here, just let me tell you that Iggy Cooper won't
lead you astray or short change you."

   "I'm sure I'll be happy." She said as she turned in the seat and paused
long enough to punctuate the fact that "shop talk" was over.

   "I missed seeing you today, but I kept thinking about this morning." She
said in a low voice.

   I smiled, not taking my eyes off the road and then shot her a glance.

   "I thought a lot about that too.  What happened overnight?  You were the
answer to a lot of my questions this morning." I said not trying to be too
committal.

   "I know, wasn't that weird?  When I woke up I just had this need within
me and it wasn't just "getting off".  I had done that the night before.  It
felt good, but afterward it was empty.  When I woke up I just went in the
bathroom, freshened up and took off my bed clothes.  I had a need for you,
and just you.  Does that scare you?" She wondered.

   "A little, but when I saw you I felt the same need.  I didn't want to
ravish you and tease you for an hour; I just wanted to be inside you.  Not
being able to finish in you is a let down, but I can live with it." I said
as I pulled up my drive.

   "I'm so sorry!  I want to make you so happy!" She said in heartfelt
apology.

   "Don't apologize.  I know what the score is and you make me real happy."
I said, deepening my commitment.

   She leaned over in the car and hugged up to me.

   "Great, I want to make you real happy.  Ummm, did I make you real happy
with my mouth?  I liked doing that.  It's pretty sexy to do, it seems
dirty, but . . .  " She said not making eye contact.

   "Of course I like that a lot, but just be comfortable and . . .  "

   "I never tasted it before then; you were the first to do that to me. 
You know, shoot off in my mouth.  I tried to move away but it hit off my
teeth some got in.  It tasted a little sexy, that's why I took the rest of
you.  I was afraid you would think I was awful; especially when I told you
the other thing." She further confessed in her low voice still looking down
while hugging me.

   "Gail, what other thing?  Why are you beating yourself up?  There's
nothing wrong with being a sexy woman.  All's fair in the pursuit of love."
I said trying to console her.

   "The other thing?  When I told you I did backdoor so I wouldn't get
pregnant.  You told me you liked my ass." She said sobbing a little.

   "Come on Gail, we were so positive this morning.  I don't care what you
did before, and it's none of my business.  I won't judge you.  We've all
done things we might be ashamed of later, but at the time we did them, we
were sure it was right.  Nine times in ten if presented the same
circumstances, we would do it all over again.  Now come on, I don't want to
be kissing no sad face." I said as she pulled away and turned and smiled at
me with teary eyes.

   I kissed her long hard and deep, eventually pushing her back onto the
seat, covering her body.  I wanted to leave no doubt that I was interested
and not just here for the sex.  Gail, in her sexy innocence was stealing my
heart.  The things she felt shame over only proved to me her passion, not
only for me but for the sex itself.

   I let my face up from hers and dried her eyes with my fingers.

   "Come on, let's go inside and fix some dinner." I said as I got up and
out my car door with her by the hands, pulling her through.

   Inside I told her it was her choice for dinner and she said that
anything would do, she had only had half of Iggy's lunch and was starved.
We had a good laugh over that.  Before I forgot, I gave her $50 to cover
her expenses the rest of the week because tomorrow she was going to have to
take the bus to the office.  I was, of course, going to ride with her and
then ride home before I drove myself to work.  I got another big kiss and
made points with her again.

   After we changed into casual clothes and started dinner I poured wine to
sip while we waited.

   "When are you going to stop treating me like your lost little sister
outside of the house?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Riding with me to work tomorrow, giving me lunch money, things like
that."

   "Gail, I'm just doing those things because of your situation, and I'm
responsible for putting you in the situation.  The fact I care very deeply
for you might have something to do with it as well.  If you think it's
because I think you can't handle all of this, as you're implying, you're
wrong." I said with an edge to make the point I was upset she took offense
to my help.

   "Very deeply?  That's a step forward from "like you a lot".  Did my
little wake up this morning have something to do with that?" She said in a
way that left me befuddled on how to take it.

   "What are you saying Gail?  You're trying to put a gauge on things
instead of letting them take a course.  It's like you're trying to earn
that "lover" badge so you can rip off the roommate tag.  Let things take
their natural way.  I thought we were having fun here getting to know each
other.  Yes we have taken some giant circumstantial strides in our
relationship.  But, let's not get lost on the fact that we have only been
together a few days, and you have only been back as a member of the real
world for a few days.  We have a way to go here, but remember that I am
with you, side by side.  I spent four years in a relationship with someone
who was not sincere and, I found out later, lacked character.  I recognize
that you're sincere and have all the character in the world.  Please let us
just happen the way our relationship takes us." I said as I moved close to
her and took her hands in mine.

   I kissed her on the cheek and got nose to nose with her.

   "I want to love you as much as you want to love me.  Let's not let
anything drive this but our true feelings.  If you're afraid that I'm a
run-around, don't fret.  Our first night together may have been a little
recreational as far as the sex went, but this morning wasn't.  It meant
something to me and I would never think so little of it as to pursue anyone
else in any way without you knowing.  Trust me on that.  Let us happen. 
I'm not going anywhere and I'm not putting you out.  We could end up great
lovers; we could end up great friends.  We have a lot of time to work on
it. Are you with me?"

   Gail nodded her head as she teared up a little.

   "The last thing I want to do is push you away.  I need you as a friend
and a lover right now.  Please be patient with me." She said quietly.

   "You're not pushing me away.  Don't TRY to do anything.  Let it happen.
Think about it; you had no relationships for 7 years and before that, they
were based on sex, you've never worked a full time job, and you're on the
brink of landing an 80 THOUSAND dollar a year job.  Your plate is full and
everything is happening fast.  Sit back and enjoy the good fortune you've
found.  Think about how proud your Mom and sister would be of you.  They
might even approve of me." I said as I smelled our dinner that I needed to
check on.

   I went to move toward the over to check on things but she held my arm
with a death grip to pull me back.

   "I lived with my aunt because she could be strict with me.  My Mom
couldn't control me.  She would love you for continually pushing me back in
line.  Her hands were full with my sister and when my grades went in the
toilet during my second year High School, coincidental to when I started
partying, she sent me to live with Aunt Midge to be in a small town and
away from temptation.  I still found the boys and the parties, but I was
the top of my class and got the highest SAT's ever there and got the full
scholarship.  We had nothing so I wouldn't have gone to school otherwise.
Keep centering me when I need it.  I'll do my best to make all of you
proud. Be my friend first, and I can't help what else happens." She said
before letting my arm go so I could check the oven.

   As I took our bubbling vegetable casserole out of the oven I asked her
to come over and get the aroma.  I used that as a chance to be close to her
ear and say, "Thanks for enlightening me on those few things.  I think we,
you and I, will do just fine and you will make everyone proud."

   Gail began to sing my praises as a chef when I had to stop her.

   "I hate to blow your image of me as a gourmet, but the sauce and
meatballs in Florida were made by Rita, and I pay one of my neighbors, who
is a TV chef here, to prepare me frozen, oven ready, dinners.  Yes I do
cook a little, but things like this take too much time.  You'll meet her
and her husband, who owns a local restaurant, soon I suspect." I said
hoping I didn't deflate her image of me too much.

   "Well aren't you the gigolo, having women cook for you?" She joked.

   "Oh for sure!  I have to pay them to cook for me!  That's rich huh?  As
far as Rita, if she knew I fed you her sauce and then we made love, she
would poison the next batch." I laughed in self deprecation.

   "Rita has a thing for you?"

   "Well, let's just say she and I would make a good couple if she weren't
so possessive and clingy.  Very nice lady and a smart successful business
woman, but when I wasn't nearby in Florida she called 5 times a day and
called in the middle of the night to see if I was alone.  I gave her the
ultimatum that I would call her once a day when I was out of town and she
not question me otherwise, or break off our relationship and stay friends.
She chose to stay friends.  She wanted that control and I wouldn't give it
to her.  My word is my bond."

   "She still thinks she can have you?"

   "I won't lie to you; we still slept together from time to time after we
broke it off.  But, not in a long time now.  You have nothing to worry
about, if that's what you mean." I assured her.

   "When do you leave to be out of town again?" She wondered, thinking
ahead to how she might handle my being away.

   "A week from next Monday, 13 more days.  Are you going to be ready to be
on your own by then?" I asked

   "You mean out of here?" She asked in a panic.

   I looked up from serving our dinner onto our plates to glare at her with
the side of my mouth turned down in mock disgust.

   "Yeah, like I'm going to throw you out on the street.  Of course HERE!
We're roommates, remember?" I said as she smiled back.

   We ate with just small talk, mostly about how good the food was.  She
loved the no-meat, low-fat aspect of the dinner.  She only had to tighten
up her little belly to make herself not self-conscious about wearing a
bathing suit or bare midriff.  It was something she hadn't done in a long
time as well.  After dinner she went up to lay out clothes and make a
shopping list of things she thought she would need now that she was settled
in a bit.  I went out to water my the hanging plants and when I came back
she was ready to hit the WalMart.  She asked me to come with her in the
store as she was not accustomed to shopping in a store so big.  When they
rang up the $79 total she looked at me with the $50 I had given her.

   "Hmmmmm, poor planning, huh?" I said, tongue in cheek.

   "I can pay you back, please help me this one more time." She said so
cute.  I peeled a $100 out of my money clip and gave it to her and made
like I made a notation of how much she owed in my hand.  She was
embarrassed, but amused by my little show.

   In the car on the way back she apologized and I told her to forget about
it.  The rest of the way I pointed out places of interest in the area and
we were home before you knew it.  She took her new booty to her room and
bathroom and laid things out for herself.  She was enjoying re-acclimating
herself to the real world and life in general.  My guess was that in high
school she was one of the "cool" chicks and one of the "in crowd" with Type
A personality hostilities.  That was where her rage of being deprived of
her Mom and sister manifested.  I had a psych minor and I was really
interested in the link between "type A' people and heart disease.  Some
people carry this "type A" trait and suppress the hostility, letting it
burn and fester.  I didn't charge her a cent for my street corner
psychoanalysis.

   I think she sensed that she was "clingy" after I told that Rita was and
it drove me crazy.  I was watching the ballgame downstairs and she came
down and kissed me goodnight saying she was tired from the excitement of
work and preparing for tomorrow.  I expected a big hug and long kiss, but
it was a peck and she went in the kitchen and got a glass of juice and she
was off.  In just a couple days she was acting like my place was hers, to
some extent and I liked that.  She KNEW she was welcome and wanted to
contribute.

   I watched the end of the game and went up to retire myself, but just as
I laid in bed I felt a little empty and wondered if I put her off in any
way.  I never wanted to do that.  After a moment I got up and walked to her
bedroom where she had the door halfway open and the light off.  The ambient
light from her bathroom nightlight lit her pretty face as she lay on her
side and I knew I had to kiss her one more time.  I quietly went in and
knelt beside her and kissed her cheek and whispered "goodnight" and went to
get up but the hand on the arm she was laying on wrapped on my bicep.

   "Don't leave.  Kiss me on the lips.  You're sweet.  No one's kissed me
good night since I was 10." She whispered.

   I kissed her lips and she kissed back with a fury, putting her tongue in
my mouth and putting her hand on the back of my head.  I leaned in over her
body and wrapped an arm around her and held her to me as our kiss got
deeper.  We both exhaled deeply keeping our lip lock as I ran my hand down
her back over the swell of her ass and then up to the bottom of the t-shirt
she wore.  Her shirt went up as I reached for her breast and I broke the
kiss as I moved my mouth from her to her breast.  Her long nipple responded
as her breath caught and she petted the back of my head encouraging my
suckling.  As I moved to her other breast I pushed the cover and sheet down
her thigh and ran my tongue down her belly to her navel that I licked and
sucked like sex.  I slipped back to my knees beside the bed and twisted her
hips towards me folding her knees up as I twisted her the rest of the way
to face me on the side of the bed.  She sighed deeply with her breath
catching nervously a couple times as I slipped her panties up over and off
her legs.  I parted her legs and pushed her bent knees back towards her
torso as I kissed down her soft belly to her smooth pussy.  She hooked her
arms around her knees to open herself up to me and I was at the passion
table eating a very sweet pussy.  I usually run my finger through the lips
to draw off the little stale urine smell but she smelled so fresh I could
not wait.  I dug my tongue into her and pulled up hard over her clit
catching my tongue just below it so I could drive and lick on her.  I
licked her from top to bottom and then pried her open to taste inside of
her.  She was slick and wet and on her way to an orgasm as I centered on
her clit and slid a finger inside of her.  If there is one thing I love to
do, it's eat pussy.  It puts a woman in the palm of your hand sexually
because if you do it right, she'll forget every orgasm she ever had, each
time.  I was led by the hand (and tongue!) with a long swooning, sighing
narrative my first time and I haven't forgotten a bit of teacher's lesson.

   I'm pretty good at finding the g-spot, but I find it's best to save that
until they know your intentions.  If you go for it and do it right they
think they're going to pee on you and stop everything, so I saved that for
later.  However, she loved my 2 fingers sliding up into her while I
polished her clit with my tongue.  Her little bud got fat when it engorged.
I like it when they get bigger, like a nipple, but her fat little bump was
easy to fully stimulate and her little engorged pussy was ready to kiss my
lips when I did.

   If neighbors could hear her as she began to come, they would have
thought she was murdered while watching the Superbowl.  Her constant
calling of my name, and the staccato chatter of "yeah"s, "God"s, plus
whoops and little screams filled the room as she pressed her pussy ever
harder to my mouth.  With her arms locking her legs up at her knees and her
little fingers stretched to hold her long nipples and my face and fingers
in her pussy she was riding the rocket to pleasure bareback waving her hat
in the air.  Counting the number of O's she had was impossible as you
couldn't tell the end of one and the start of the next.  Suddenly she hit
the wall for what she could stand.  Her arms let her legs go; she bucked my
face off her pussy and twisted to lose my fingers.  She lay vibrating in a
little a fetal ball on the bed in the ambient light from the bathroom and
downstairs entryway.  Her cute little ass was right in front of me as she
shook and tried to say something to me, but all communication functions
were not on line yet.  As much as I resisted temptation for the first 45
seconds of her in front of me this way, I gave in to my nasty urge to turn
my face sideways and give her little puckering asshole a long lick.

   That seemed to short circuit the system and she bounced onto her back.

   "Robbieeeeeeeeeee, STOP you bad boy.  Oh my God my pussy will never be
the same!!" She said as she sought me out as I climbed on the bed and
smushed my face to hers for a long wet kiss.  I don't know if she ever
tasted pussy before but she was getting a good taste now, and she didn't
seem to mind her own.

   The kiss seemed to tame us a bit as I settled down next to her nuzzling
my face to her neck.

   "I thought I had orgasms before, but THAT was something else.  I'm gonna
have to lock you up to KEEP you." She said, wishing she hadn't.

   "No you won't baby, I'm here and you're here.  Look for the potholes
instead of the end of the road.  If you look for the end you'll hit the
potholes." I assured her.

   "I have a big mouth and say things without thinking." She pouted.

   "Better that than to hide your feelings from me.  Just trust me and I'll
trust you.  I'm trying to concentrate on US.  It's you I want, no one else.
If that changes, you'll be the first to know." I whispered soft right in
her ear.

   "Really, you WANT me?  That makes me so happy, because I want you too."

   "What did you think Gail?  I'm not a game player and I knew you wanted
me.  We have to work together here.  Don't be paranoid, just be sincere. 
I'm here." I whispered back, almost feeling sorry that she didn't know
about trust issues after basing her high school romances on sex alone.

   "I'm getting it, I really am.  While I was putting things away tonight,
settling in, I felt so good knowing you were here in the house with me and
cared for me.  I was feeling confident that you might be mine without
having to compete." She said, surprising me that she separated that from
her paranoia.  "That's the me I want to be.  I want to feel sure about
things."

   "Be sure about me." I said to assure her.

   Gail rolled to her side and looked me in the eyes with her tear filled
eyes that glistened as they caught the light over my shoulder.  She was
going to say something, but I just kissed her.  When I broke it she went to
speak again and I kissed her again.  It took one more time for her to know
that no words were necessary.  She smiled and I felt a hand grab the bulge
in my shorts.  Our serious talk had let it wane a bit but I was sure she
knew ways to get me back to rock hard.

   "Would you like me the way you had me?  I would love to do that for you.
It would make me happy to feel your pulse in my mouth, hear you groan in
ecstasy." She said as she slid down my body kissing my shirt covered chest
until she got to where it rode up and she kissed my belly button, licking
it.

   She knelt up and took the sides of my shorts and pulled them down, my
cock catching on them like an errant loose nail.  She gently pulled the
band up and over me and took my shorts down and off my legs.

   "Ooooo you make me crazy for you, you know.  I'm not ashamed to admit
that I always loved this, but outside of a back seat of a car it's
different.  With someone you really care for it's different.  You're going
to get me like no one ever did Robbie.  Explode in my mouth so I can feel
and taste your passion." She whispered as she placed little kisses on the
head of my prong.

   I exhaled deeply, saying; "keep talking like that and it's going to go
off in your face before you start."

   "I excite you that much?"

   "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" Was my only response.

   She bathed the head of my cock with her tongue and traced the rim over
and over concentrating on my notch.  Then she began to do something that I
had only experienced once before, she began to lick the shaft in long wet
strokes while holding the head in her thumb and 2 forefingers while working
them.  She traced down the shaft and then let go of me to hold my balls in
her hand.  She handled them like little fragile eggs and the way she looked
I suspect she had never done this before.  She took one and held it to her
lips to kiss and then she sucked it in her mouth looking at me for an OK.
My eyes rolling in the back of my head must have told her it I liked it. 
She thoroughly sucked each ball and my sack and just below, coming close to
my asshole, but not quite touching it.  She licked back up using her
fingers to hold my sack to each side while she licked every bit of my whole
pubic area.  The touch of her mouth and tongue everywhere on me had my plum
ready to burst it was so full of blood and begging to be sucked.  I had to
reach down and squeeze some blood back from it to ease my pain and she
looked at me alarmed.

   "What's wrong?"

   "Too much tease and please, you're driving me crazy." I smiled.

   She quickly filled her mouth with the head as I moved my hand away and
she began to bob on me, adding her hand to my shaft.  I wasn't going to
last long now.  As I gripped the sheets in anticipation she knew I was
close.  She let her mouth up to ask me if I wanted to jerk it in her mouth,
but I just said "go", and she continued to work on me.  I actually prefer
to jerk the orgasm myself to be sure it doesn't get interrupted, but she
was doing great and as long as she didn't stop I was fine.  I teetered on
the edge of shooting for almost a minute and thought I would have to use my
hand to finish when she placed the flat of her tongue on the back of the
head and sucked while she pinched just that much harder with her thumb and
fore fingers.  That did it!  I was off!

   I had one hard shot that I assumed she swallowed in a sort of shock
because she stopped working her hand on me and I quickly picked it up for
her.  She never took her mouth from me as I kept jerking and oozing onto
her tongue.  She pulled her mouth off after a moment and she watched more
pearls of semen form at the top, and like the other night, she licked off
each one that formed as I watched her.  She made eye contact with me each
time and exaggerated her swallow to show she was hungry for me.  When I
could milk no more she took me into her mouth once more and I moved my hand
to her cheek and chin and pulled gently to bring her face to mine.  She
climbed over me and laid on me, her mouth to my neck.  I turned my head to
kiss her and she acted like I shouldn't want to kiss her, but I insisted
with my fingers on her chin.  I am not afraid to taste myself in a post sex
kiss, just like she wasn't afraid to taste herself.

   "Sharing our tastes is part of it all." I said as I kissed her again
with a little on my tongue.

   She smiled and hugged my neck.  "You taste like you, just a lot more
than I expected.  I'll drink your love anytime."

   Chapter 9

   We fell asleep like that until about 3 in the morning when I had to get
up to pee.  I worked my way up without waking her and I covered her.  I
went back to sleep in my own bed because I didn't want to get into the
habit of sleeping together every night.  I wanted that to happen, and not
be forced.  Better to wake together when we could stay in bed together. 
Our relationship was at the point where we still needed time to be each
other.  I hoped she understood.

   In the morning after my radio went on I lay there thinking about how
awesome last night was.  I heard her shower go on and remembered that I had
to show her the bus route to work today.  I got up and went down to start
coffee.  Then I went back upstairs and got in my shower when I heard hers
go off.  As I washed I heard a knock at the bathroom door and it cracked
open.

   "Can I come in?" Her little voice said as I saw her through the glass
door.

   My smile said yes as I looked at her in her big towel and head wrap.

   She sat on the toilet across from me.

   "Thanks for covering me up when you left.  You were so sweet last night.
I'm falling in love with you, you know.  Don't stop what you're doing if
that's what you want." She said softly, honestly.

   I stopped washing and pressed myself up to the glass saying, "I know
what I'm doing, what I want to do.  You couldn't be any sweeter."

   She got up and kissed me through the glass and walked back to the door.
Before she went out, she let the towel drop and smiled at me so sexy I
thought I might shoot right there.  I am falling in love.

   One of the signs I'm falling in love is that every time I look at her
she gets prettier and each little feature becomes more distinct.  But I'm
really falling in love with HER, the Gail that's inside that beautiful
little horny body.  I love so many things about her it's hard to pinpoint
what brings it all together.  I guess the sincerity is the string that ties
it all up.  If she thinks she's hurt my feelings or made me think less of
her she cries real tears.  It's not the pouty shit that some girls or women
use to get their way, it really hurts her.  She really wants to live up to
a standard that I hold her up to, I guess.  All I've ever told her, or
demanded of her was when I was trying to get her to stop the dour Morticia
Addams act, was to the point.  I simply asked her if she had any pride or
self-respect.  I must have looked at her in a way that drilled through her
hardened exterior.

   She looked back at me like I must be an idiot if I didn't see the
dedication she had to being sad poor Gail, the girl God forgot.

   I ripped her head to toe telling her that no one respected her for what
she was doing, especially her Mom and Sis.  Wouldn't THEY want her to be
happy?  But I drilled her again on having PRIDE and SELF-RESPECT.  In any
event I must have hit the right chords because she came out of her cocoon
pretty fast, wanting to adapt to real life.

   I chuckle now when I think back to last week and how I was going to send
her to Rita for a make-over if I thought she kept to her word to me to
reconstruct her life.  I thought my offer for that was a few weeks away
until she said her pubic hair was almost to her belly button and growing up
her ass.  I think I dialed the phone for Rita within minutes of even
envisioning that.  I don't know who talked her into going total commando
"downstairs", but who ever it was they had to be thinking that she would
wake up sexually by exposing herself there.  As my mind raced about our
possibilities I dressed and ran down to get the coffee she poured for me.
It was fixed how I like it, in my favorite mug.  She only smiled as I
lifted the mug to my lips and uttered an "ahhh" at the taste and rush the
brew gave me.

   She sat there wanting to jump out of her skin in excitement over us,
fiddling with the finger loop on her cup.

   "Soooooo, how was your night last night?" She said, adding a long giggle
as an exclamation point.

   I would have tried to play it cool, but I felt my face turn red
instantly, so I just let out the laugh I tried to stifle for the moment.

   "It wassssssssssssssss pretty damn nice.  No, even better than that.  It
was unforgettable.  It was . . . . .  the most fun I ever had with any
woman at any time.  HOW ABOUT YOU?" I asked loudly.

   Involuntarily her lower lip quivered and she looked at me and said,
without words, what I already knew.  She went to say something and then
just mouthed it and choked with emotion.  I got up and went to her across
the nook and hugged her.  She wrapped her arms around my neck and I heard
her whisper little squeaky words like, "So happy, like nothing before I . .
.  uhhhh".  I stopped her and just kissed her.

   "We'll find the words and ways while we get to know each other.  I'm
falling in love with you too." I said searching her eyes for reaction and I
just saw unspoken joy.

   "Come my little school girl, I have to whisk you to the bus." I said
offering her my arm.  She got up and we walked out the door to the street
to the corner where 2 other neighbors waited by the mail box for the bus.

   In the little sub-division where I was housed a lot of people who worked
downtown and in the industrial parks just on the outskirts.  Parking in the
city was as tough as anywhere and even some of the biggest executives rode
the bus to the MARTA station where fast commuter rail brought you deep into
the city.  The complex where our offices were sat almost at the end of the
bus loop before it dropped the bulk of its passengers.  A second smaller
bus ran a short loop every 7-10 minutes to each of the companies in the
office park rather than have the big bus turn in and add to its trip.  It's
only a twenty minute ride door to door for me.  I easily drove it everyday
with parking for my company van there.

   I got off the bus with Gail and rode the office shuttle with her, buying
a monthly pass from the driver.  When it pulled up in front of AmeriGas I
checked that there was no one I knew looking and kissed her a goodbye
quickly.  She was off to start her second day at work.  I rode the loop of
the shuttle and got back to the main road just in time to catch the other
bus on its return trip.

   "The first day in the big city for the wife?" The driver said,
recognizing me.

   "Something like that, she was nervous.  I held her hand today." I said
smiling at the prospect that she could end up my wife if all was as rosy as
it is now.

   "She gets on early enough to always get a seat.  Don't worry about her."
He reassured me.

   Back at the house alone I thought about my feelings for her and how I
could nurture this relationship if I kept getting such good feelings and
vibes from her.  Her character was unquestioned, and that made all the
difference to me, because character rooted trust, and trust is the 5 letter
word that makes the four letter word, love, work.

   While I waited for my toast to pop I realized that I was thinking about
her virtues that made me want to love her.  With most other girlfriends I
would be thinking about the blowjob of a lifetime I got last night, but
this was different.  The sex took on a different meaning.  Gail was no
longer the droll troll who followed Haley around the campus and we
kiddingly called "Haley's Comet".  She was front and center and leading her
own parade.

   The rest of her first full week at work at a regular job seemed
uneventful for Gail, but things were different behind the scenes.  Iggy
Cooper took me aside on Thursday saying he had to speak to me.

   "Rob, I know you a while now and think of you as my closest friend, and
certainly my most trusted confidant.  I think there is no way this woman
has never worked in an office before and most definitely for a petroleum
company.  When I ran her Social Security number I get a welfare person in
the State of Florida who is AWOL from a Seniors Aide program.  They're
people the state feeds and provides shelter for as long as they look in on
Senior Citizen clients they are assigned.  I think she pulled the wool over
your eyes." Iggy told me with conviction.

   "Ig, come on down to the media room with me." I said as I led him down
the hall to the room where we saw Safety update videos, new equipment
instructional videos, etc.  Each of us were required to see them and
allotted a few hours a month to stay updated.  They also screened the
latest national ads so we knew what the company was telling the customer if
we were asked to comment on something.  I signed out the latest ad we were
running nationally that almost looked like a PSA.

   The ad was called, AmeriFuel-AmeriGas, Your Good Neighbor.  The ad
featured a lot of clips of my work in Florida in the clean-up sporting my
company uniform and company van assisting in keeping people safe at time of
crisis.  It included the clip of me helping rescue Gail and her client as I
freed some debris after the winch lifted a wall, and me helping her from
the "tomb" she had been in.  I froze the picture where she is pulled out.

   "Recognize anyone?" I asked.

   Iggy looked close at the screen.

   "Ummm, that girl you're pulling out of the wall?"

   "Yes, her!"

   "For God's sake, that was Gail?"

   "Iggy, that's why I'm pretty sure she's all on the level, she dressed
that way in college, just not so dramatic." I explained.

   "Rob, here's the thing.  She walks in here on Monday and with barely a
question she looks at what we're doing and she knows it!  Now she's been
here 4 days and she could lead the department if she knew goals and
missions.  She gets along with everyone and everybody wants to be her best
friend.  Ben Berberet from upstairs heard about her and came down to
interview her for a position in Geostudies Division and found out she was a
temp and went away mad.  I mean, she like a lost little sheep in some
circumstances, but you put her in front of a CAD screen or talk Geo with
her and she's a goddamn encyclopedia.  Are we sure Nations Grid can't make
a claim to her, or prevent her from working for us?  I feel like the kid
who sees's the new Corvette in the driveway on the last night of Hanukah
and is doing back flips over it never stopping to consider that he's 14 and
his family can't afford it.  There's a missing piece." Iggy said in
exasperation.

   "Is there anyone we can trust here in Human Resources?" I asked.

   "No, there was just Lisa Lynch and she left to go to Nations Grid." Iggy
said doubtfully.

   "Is she in HR there?" I asked, thinking the obvious.

   "I don't know.  They start everyone in customer service there and after
I broke a plan to come visit her for a weekend she never called me again.
That was before I met Myra and we've been married for almost 2 years, so .
. .  " Iggy answered knowing what the next question would be.

   "So, call there and ask for her.  Gail has to have a file there she can
tell you something from." I said to prod Iggy.

   Iggy called and did locate Lisa and although not really in HR she could
access some internal files.  There was a file on Gail and it was red
flagged as security risk.  Apparently she was classified as a radical
having radical tendencies and normally would have probably been hired
anyway on a trial basis, after spending all the money on her education. 
However she was supposed to start the weeks after the 911 tragedies and
they had to adopt new hire guidelines.  They simply passed on her as an
expensive precaution in the face of paranoia at the time.  Now, Iggy and I
both had to backtrack.  Gail was doing work that as a regular employee
would need full background check clearance.  I felt sure that I could fully
vouch for her, but the check had to be run.  Homeland Security would have
to pass her and Iggy thought it best if I include a statement of my
knowledge of her actions since leaving school.  I was fully cleared to be
on any fuel reserve site with full ID, so my words could carry some weight,
IF, there was a problem.  While we waited for a result of a clearance check
I felt the need to speak to her and arranged a meeting in Iggy Cooper's
office.  I probably could have gone right to the floor and spoke with her,
but I was still paranoid about our connection and arrangement.

   Gail was surprised when she knocked and entered Ig's office to find me.
Iggy had excused himself through a side door to his office and Gail and I
were alone.

   "Uh oh, something's wrong!  What did I do?" She said as soon as she saw
me.

   "I guess maybe the problem is that nothing is wrong.  I'm laying myself
on the line for you today and I feel confident doing it.  I just want to
clear some things in my head and answer a few questions for Mr.  Cooper. 
This is not a question of anyone not trusting you and your intentions. 
I've already backed you and vouched for you.  Understand that a full
background check is required for the work you are doing now and the company
isn't really aware what you are doing, just Cooper and me.  You weren't
hired at Nations Grid because of new hire policies in the wake of the 911
attacks.  You told me it was because you refused to change the way you
looked and dressed.  Is there anything else I should know, some things you
said or anything?" I asked looking for assurance.

   "Other than calling the Human Resource manager and the Scholarship
Recruiter a few choice names and accusing them of discrimination, no.  I
said all of those things AFTER they said I wasn't going to be hired. 
(begins to cry) I wanted that job so bad.  I was supposed to start on my
Moms birthday, September 17th.  I thought that was a good omen and maybe my
life would change.  Instead I felt like I was kicked in the teeth again. 
All that summer I would sit and imagine myself working just like I am now.
I would be smiling happy and making new friends to validate a positive
outlook and make myself have a better attitude on life.  Then God kicked me
in the teeth again and I slowly sunk in the quicksand until you pulled me
out!" She finished with tears streaming down her face.

   I went over and locked the office doors and went to her.  I knelt by the
chair and offered to hold her.  She fell into my arms and I patted her back
and told her everything was alright.  We stood and continued to hold each
other until she composed herself.

   "So everything here about you, your job, your new friends, is all on the
level.  You're just bringing back your giddy anticipation of that summer.
You really are as happy as it all looks, because I have to tell you, you
act like a veteran of this type of situation.  So much so that Iggy was
finding it hard to believe you could be this poised on a first job.  He
really thought you had pulled the wool over his eyes." I told her to make
her understand the "why" of all this.

   "I've lived my perception over and over in my head almost like a little
girl plays house.  Working with people, working for a big company that
wanted me for my brains, having friends in the office. . . . . . .  Silly,
huh?" She said as I walked her to the door.

   Just as I put my hand on the knob to open it she took it away and held
it to her heart.

   "The other part of that fantasy was going home to a man who loved me and
took care of me and made me laugh and made me happy.  When I was playing
"house" in my head, that man was always you."

   How could I not kiss her right here and now, office or no office?

   "We'll try our best to live up to that, OK?  Let's let things happen and
see where our fortunes fall.  Good things happen, but you know I'm sharing
your dream." I said just before I did kiss her.

   As sure as she was falling in love with me, I was falling in love with
her.

   I paged Iggy on his cell and he came back up to his office.

   "The security clearance will come back clean.  The only blip might be
the Nations Grid refusal to hire her.  She made have made some statements
of perceived threatened nature to the HR rep and recruiter, but only after
she was refused, and that was based mostly on the way she dressed.  What
she accused them of, discrimination, was probably the case, as well.  This
is the atmosphere she always wanted, to work with people and to show off
her brains, her skills.  This is not a stupid woman.  I just wish you knew
the size of the kick in the ass I gave her to wake her up from what she was
doing." I told Iggy, and as I did so a smile came across his face.

   "So, what's so amusing?" I asked.

   He held up 3 sheets of blue security paper.  When the fax printed on
light blue paper it denoted official documents, usually for personnel or
security files.

   "Since she graduated from college she went to Nations Grid for a job and
then worked for welfare departments and Salvation Army type deals all over
the west coast and then across the south, basically working for warm
shelter and food.  She's donated blood for money 11 times and the last job
was a work for essentials detail in Florida, assisting senior shut-ins. 
It's all like you said.  No gray-outs, no red flags." Iggy said tapping the
sheets to his chin with a smile.

   "Whew!  I was 99% sure of her but, hey you never know.  The fact she
hadn't seen me in 3 years, had no idea where I might be and that she
thought of me while trapped in that building and recognized my voice when I
called out is all too surreal.  Fate is one thing, but this woman got a
personal shove from the big guy Himself.  Iggy, I think I'm falling in love
with her." I admitted.

   Yeah?  Well, me too.  She's going to bring my department back in line
with goals and may even change the way we do things.  Let's hope her
outlook never changes." He said as we parted in the hallway and went back
to our tasks.

   When I got home that night I hoped Gail had taken the initiative to make
dinner.  I was tired and didn't feel like dealing with it.  However as I
ran things through my head on the way home I remember telling her I had
dinner planned out, so I doubt if she did anything.  As much as it went
against my health regimen, ordering a pizza seemed a sure thing.  I half
expected her to be out shopping now that she had learned the bus route to
the local mall.  Thursday was pay night and local banks had tellers at the
office to cash checks and hopefully open accounts.  She only had 3 days pay
in her check, but it was more than she had seen, besides what she borrowed
from me, in a long while.  I was glad she was taking pride in how she
looked and had complained about having just 3 or 4 work outfits.

   Chapter 10

   When I came in the backdoor from the garage I was noticed there were no
lights or music playing and the mall scenario played right in my head. 
Mail was on the cutting board and as I turned to go up stairs I saw her
blazer on the floor.  As I went to pick it up I saw her blouse on the floor
in the dining room.  Then as I caught on I picked up her skirt, slip,
pantyhose, bra and panties as I followed the trail up the stairs.  Under
her thong panties at the top step there was a condom.  By the time I saw
her pantyhose I was excited and by the time I got to the top step I was
taken in by her come on.

   The door to her room was ajar and I opened it, walking in with an armful
of her clothes.  She was smiling under the sheet, reclining on her side.

   "I couldn't get you out of my mind today, especially after you put your
faith and confidence behind me.  I wanted you when you touched me in Mr. 
Cooper's office and couldn't get that out of my mind for the rest of the
afternoon.  Let's make tonight a play night, but I need you inside me, a
part of me, NOW.  Come, be with me." She said in a soft gauzy voice as she
peeled back the sheet to reveal her beautiful body.

   In only the almost 2 weeks at work, taking advantage of the employee gym
she had just about tightened up her little belly that bothered her so, and
she apparently she was keeping a daily regimen of shaving herself and
keeping her package very neat.  Her vagina looked like that of a young
girl, her pink little slit hiding her engorged lips and pubis that
blossomed when she opened her legs to invite me.

   She crooked her finger and ordered me to undress.

   "Come and then we'll shower together and explore each other.  Never mind
dinner, I know what I want to eat, and I have something for you as well."
She said in her sirens voice.

   "God, Gail I'm hard and ready and want you as bad as you want me, but I
have the grit of the day on me." I protested.

   "Come HERE, I want to feel YOU and smell YOU." She purred.

   I began unbuttoning my shirt and pushed it down my arms and off quickly
and unhooked my belt and unsnapped my pants in one motion.  Once my pants
got below my waist my underwear did a poor job of concealing my erection.
Gail motioned me over and as I pulled my shorts over and off my cock she
took the condom from me and opened it.  She looked at me and winked.

   "I haven't done this is a long time, but I think you'll like it."

   She took the condom and fit the end over the head.  She lowered her
mouth onto me and as her lips and fingers unrolled the safety onto me she
took me all the way into her mouth until she gagged, bouncing up with a
cough and a giggle.

   "Blechhhhh." She said with a sour smile as she spit the taste of the
latex into her fingers.

   She lay back on the bed and drew her knees up while opening her legs.  I
needed no more invitation as I put one hand on the bed beside her for
leverage and placed the plum of my cock at her little slit and slid in.

   "Ooooooofff!  You feel so damn big in me, but I love it!" She said as
she reached up for me and pulled my face to hers as our bodies melded
together.

   Our tongues danced and probed each others mouths reacting to each little
quiver of pleasure we felt as the barrel of her vagina hugged and squeezed
my cock.  I began to move in and out of her as I grew impatient to feel the
friction of our union.  She began to react immediately with a deep exhale
into my mouth.  She was ready to come almost instantly.  Although I wasn't
in the best position to thrust hard, I didn't want to stop and move
already. Her hands on my upper biceps and then in my shoulder blades told
me of her orgasms with the grip and pressure she put on me.  Her white
perfect skin just above her breasts and her face turned a bright red and
then suddenly flushed white as he spasms swept through her like earth
quakes.  When I was sure the second had subsided I pulled back from her and
told her to move up and on the bed more so I could fully be on the bed as
well.  She snaked back and looked at me with a devilish look and rolled to
her stomach and raised her ass up for me.  Her pussy was wet and copious
white wads of her juices were in the folds of her lips.  I threaded into
her as an ungodly noise came from deep in her throat as I filled her.  I
held myself there for a second but couldn't resist my urge to fuck her hard
to satisfy my lust.  I held her ass tightly and slapped my abdomen to her
ass with a noise that rang in the room.  A constant throaty wail came from
her throat as she came again, squeezing my cock with her muscles.  I was
sure to come soon, but I wanted to enjoy her and bring her off at least
once more so I stopped my stroking and hunched up onto her wrapping my
hands under her kneeling form and grasped her tits as I hugged up to her
back my hands crossed under her, my right hand on her left breast, my left
on her right.

   She hummed a constant satisfaction cycle as I held her to me, buried
deep inside of her.

   "Come for me Robbie.  Fuck me hard and give me your balls juice." She
moaned.

   It was all I needed to hear to remember the need to get my own nut off
right there.

   I knelt back and held her ass tightly as I began to fuck her in earnest.
I looked down at her sweet, gorgeous, ass, its cute little hole winking at
me and I had to touch it.  I loaded my thumb with copious spittle and
pressed it slowly and firmly to her notch.  She let me in easily with a
little jump of surprise.

   "Ohhh I'm so full!" She said as I skewered her.

   I was mad at myself already for doing this, letting my prurient passion
get the best of me.  It was no secret to her that I adored her ass, but I
didn't want to push the envelope on an anal coupling.  I felt it was
something that should be saved for a more committal time or juncture in our
relationship.

   I felt her muscles working on both my thumb and my cock as she lowered
her shoulders a bit and rested her face on her cheek as she puffed a
hiccoughed sound as another orgasm overtook her.  Overtook is the right
word to choose for how her spasms swept over her.  She simply seemed to be
plugged into some other plain or level of conscious, her body shook and the
only emotion was her voice which cried out her pleasure.

   I was reaching my nadir and I began to slam into her, now aware to keep
my thumb still so as not to insinuate I was interested in taking her there,
at least right now.  I wanted to stay within her as long as I could before
I filled the condom.  I'm sure if I ripped the condom off and presented it
to her mouth she would take it, but it just seemed too far away from the
act of love this was.  Damn, there was that word again (love) and I was
feeling it more and more.

   Semen was surging up my shaft as I pulled from her and ripped my condom
off using the hand that had been in her butt to stroke my orgasm up.

   I screeched loudly as I shot a blast of spooge all the way up her back
to her hair.  I leaned back on my knees and squeezed another moonshot to
the center of her back before moving up over her more to drain my
dribblings onto her back instead of her pussy.  I wanted to fall onto her,
but was afraid of getting of getting some magic potion in her and defeating
the purpose of the condom.  I fell instead to her side and rested my head
right beside hers.  Gail's eyes were still closed enjoying the end of her
orgasm as mine was turning cold on her back.

   "You excite me to no end, you really do.  Your trail of clothes is from
a campy movie, but it sure did the trick in conveying what was up.  When I
saw your pantyhose I was ready to bust out of my pants.  You can really
drive me crazy." I said while she giggled, proud she had "gotten me".

   "I like to make you happy.  I know you're not happy about the condoms,
but I'm taking care of that.  In the meantime you could have gone the other
way.  I've noticed you like my butt." She cooed, still in her post orgasm
reverie.

   "I'm sorry about that.  I was a pig for doing that today.  I won't lie
and tell you I'm not interested, but we should save that for a special time
when we're more sure about us." I apologized.

   Gail lowered her ass and lay flat then rose up on her elbows to look at
me to speak.

   "Why do I get the feeling that you think I'm trying to rush things and
that you are trying to orchestrate our relationship?  You're always the one
who says to let it take its course, but then you say that this isn't right
now and we shouldn't do that here.  I'm a big girl and I can't help that
I'm falling in love with you.  It's NOT just about the sex Rob.  It's you
I'm interested in.  I KNOW that if we slept together every night we would
be wearing each other out and it would be about the sex.  I'm NOT trying to
rush the relationship.  Remember that I was celibate for 7 years and you've
shown me more pleasure from sex in a few nights than I ever experienced or
thought possible.  I like pleasure and want to explore it, and I want to
explore it with you.  I'm not trying to rush us, but I do know what I want.
The last thing I want to do is get hurt or hurt you.  Right now, whether
you want to recognize it or not we are falling in love and becoming a part
of each others lives.  I know that you said you were falling in love with
me, but I somehow think you're holding back.  If you're holding back, you
aren't letting it take its course.  When I said you could have had me back
there, I meant it because I want to please you, because I care for you.  It
doesn't mean I was trying to pull you in deeper in the relationship.  I
like sex and when I was a kid I took part in it pretty freely.  After doing
without it for so long I know how precious and special it is and what it
means and what mistakes I made when I was a teenager.  You also don't want
to recognize that I DO owe you something for saving me from myself, but I
am not, nor do I plan to pay it off with sex.  I'm not in this relationship
to that end.  What I owe you for showing me the shiny side of the coin I
will pay off in respect for you by continuing to show you that I will work
hard to uphold the chances you took for me.  If I walk out that door
tomorrow, that is something I will continue to do.  You saved my life."

   "Wow!" I said.  "I didn't think I was THAT controlling, or appeared to
be that controlling.  I DO want to let the relationship take its own
course, but I might be trying to pull the reigns unknowingly, I might add.
I do not want to see you hurt, especially when I could be the one hurting
you.  That end is becoming more remote right now as it appears we are on
the same page.  If we end up hurting each other afterwards, after we've had
a relationship, knowing we tried together, it will make that hurt easier to
accept.  I've just been afraid that this relationship could be unrequited
if you took away the sex, but now I know it's not that way.  I am more than
willing to move on with this relationship how it has been and accept any
road it takes.  We're both intelligent people, but I admit to babying you a
bit while I thought you were coming out of your former life.  I'm sorry for
that and I won't act that way with you anymore, no more eggshells.  I want
to continue falling in love with you." I admitted.

   "Well, to THAT end, I went and saw the company nurse today to get some
information.  She showed me where Planned Parenthood was and set me up with
a gynecologist right here on the bus line that has Saturday hours.  I'm
doing this for you and me.  I want to be able to freely make love to you
spontaneously, and be healthy.  Until we can do that, I still want you to
please me, and I want to please you.  Now, you admitted you were gritty
from the day, and you've sprayed love juice all over me, why don't we take
a nice long shower together and explore each others bodies, touch each
other, taste each other and enjoy each other?" She said as she moved to
kiss me.

   "That would be nice.  I've never done that before and doing it with you
would be special." I said as I began to get up.

   "It's a first for me too; it just sounds sexy as hell.  I mean, I've
never been with a man that close, that intimate.  Thrashing around in the
back seat before and these few times with you is all I know." She said as
she took my arm.  "I'm not trying to say I'm innocent or anything, you know
that, it's . . . . .  "

   "Shhhhhhhhhhh," I interrupted her.  We don't need details from each
others past.  Now is now, then is past."

   She smiled back and hugged me as we got to the shower and I began to run
the water, testing it for temperature.

   My bathroom is one of the largest rooms upstairs in my home.  The house
was custom built for a couple where the man was disabled.  Before they ever
occupied their home, the gentleman died of complications from MS.  I bought
the house from his wife after she could not live in it with its special
accommodations, each reminding her too much of his painful past.  The
doorways are extra wide; there are ramps to the front porch instead of
stairs and ramps off the deck.  The bathroom featured a 5 X 5 shower stall
with a molded seat in the corner and 2 sets of continuous grab bars at 2
and 4 feet.  The tub is one of those old fashioned sloop shaped ones with
the high back that I guess is good for reclining in the water jets, but
I've never used it.  There was also a bidet which I had not used or filled
with water yet.  The counters in the bathroom are a little high, I would
suspect for a wheelchair to be able to get closer.  I removed a track along
the wide staircase for a lift chair, but left all the other special
features as they make little difference to me.

   We got in the shower and held each other tightly as we got wet and
rinsed before I grabbed the soap.  I worked a big hand full of lather and
had her step back out of the water.  I took both hands to her breasts and
began a fondle-wash working my hands in circles, making sure I kept
brushing her hard long nipples with my thumbs.  I eventually turned her
around with her neck backed into my shoulder as I massaged her breasts to
her moaning delight.  I eventually worked the lather up her chest and
around her neck while I began to nibble at her ear.

   Little by little I soaped and rinsed every part of her tight little body
much to her delight.  Eventually I stopped the shower flow and she looked
at me questioning.  I backed her up to the molded seat and she went to sit
down and I stopped her and coaxed her to raise one leg on the seat.  I
kissed her wet face and as our mouths melded she gasped into my mouth as 2
of my fingers slid up into her now open pussy.  I continued to saw them in
and out until I slowly went to my knees and parted her raised leg a bit
more and took her engorged clit into my mouth.  Though the shower flow was
off, she was dripping wet in anticipation as I licked, sucked, and
playfully bit around her mons and through the folds of her pussy.  I saw
her straight leg tremble just as I felt her give her pussy to me, pressing
it even harder on my mouth.  The wails and growls from deep in her throat
signaled her orgasm further as her hand came behind my head and pulled my
mouth even tighter to her clit.  I heard her breath catch as she vibrated
to my tongue and wetness oozed into my mouth.  It was sweet-like and thin,
not copious like a woman's natural lube is.  I craned my neck a bit to see
her face and it was white and stiff and she suddenly whooped loudly and
pulled away from me collapsing to one knee on the seat and turning her head
and shoulders to the molded wall.  I wrapped my arms around her torso and
hugged my head to her back.  She was trying to talk but she wasn't making a
sentence, almost as if confused and then she giggled loudly at her self and
tried to move toward me and I simply pulled her off the seat and we lay
together on the floor of the shower.  She looked at me embarrassed and then
smiled again.

   "I felt like I was about to pee and then I think I passed out or
something.  That was intense.  Where did you learn to drive a woman crazy
like that?" she asked rhetorically.

   "You just taught me, I followed you." I said as I ran my foot up the
glass outer wall to the pause lever of the shower and let the flow rain on
us to her surprise.

   "Ohhhh, the water feels so good.  If I can stand up, let me wash you."
She said hoping to take charge.

   We both rolled to our knees and I got up first helping her get to her
feet.  She took the soap and began to lather my chest out of the spray and
then spreading the lather around as much as she could, even up under my
arms as I lifted them to accommodate her.  She turned me towards the spray
and began to later my back, letting her newly grown finger nails rake
lightly as she washed me.  I was pretty hard already, but the tingle from
her back wash and tender scratch sent a rush through me that sent me to
full alert.  She ran her hands down to my ass cheeks and she lathered then
good, little by little insinuating her hands between them feeling me,
feeling a man for the first time all over.  She ran her fingers over and
over my asshole, as if exploring and then she slid her hand lower and
grabbed my scrotum quickly and whipped her hand out and turned me around, I
think mostly to get my facial reaction to her exploration.

   She took the soap and lathered her hands.  With her eyes affixed to mine
while I stood outside the spray she grabbed my penis and began to run her
soapy hands over it.  One hand slipped below and began a lathery massage of
my balls and every area you might call my crotch.  As her washing got more
intent she knelt before me and looked ever so closely at my equipment,
fully exploring it for the first time.  When she was satisfied I was clean
she finished with each hand running from base to tip over and over again, a
motion that had she persisted would have had me shooting off in minutes.

   Instead she got to her feet and turned me towards the spray to rinse,
with help from her inquisitive little hands.  Once fully rinsed she grabbed
the flow pause handle and turned it down and off.  She backed to the molded
seat and sat down holding me by the hand.  She sat on the edge of the seat
and put her arms around me, working around my stiff protuberance.  Her
hands ran up my back as she turned her face to the side pressing her ear to
my stomach and hugging hard.  She eased up and looked up at me as she ran
her hands up my chest feeling every muscle, pinching at my nipples a bit.
She slid her hands around to my back and ran them down until she held my
ass in both her hands.  She groped and massaged it in her hands, holding
each buttock tightly, her fingers reaching well into my crease near my
asshole.  Then she slid her hands away to my lower hips and looked up at
me, my hard and waiting penis just in front of her mouth.

   "I used to wonder why women did this; it didn't seem to make much sense.
I was talked into it the first time and did it to make a boy happy and make
sure I kept him as a boyfriend.  Later I did it to remain popular and
always have a date.  It was never anything I minded, but I can't say I
looked forward to it and no one ever finished in my mouth.  I was being a
bad girl and making sure I was the popular one.  My first night with you
was the first time I ever did it out of affection.  I wanted to make you
happy and feel you in my mouth.  It was really an animal-like thing.  When
I began to taste you I knew you were going to shoot off.  It was where I
usually backed away and watched.  I hesitated, unsure of what my feral
instincts were telling me.  As I lifted my mouth from you it exploded on
the roof of my mouth and my teeth.  Instead of retching, the sensual smell
and odd taste of what did get in my mouth intrigued me.  My senses flared
as I became a sexual animal and wanted to gobble you up, but the white
drops you pushed out would have to do.  I finally understood the loving
feral sex aspect of it all.  (deep sigh) Rob, common sense tells me that
psychologically I would want to fall in love with my rescuer, but I always
loved you in some sense.  You were the subject of my dreams and fantasies
when I thought what my failed life could have been.  These few weeks have
been an amazing journey for my feelings, my life and everything about me.
One thing I know now, and is constant in my life, that I can say with full
realization, is that . . .  I Love You.  It's no puppy love or fascination.
It's not infatuation.  I've just held and touched every inch of you and I
know you better than any man I've ever come to know.  I will do what I can
to make you happy and I hope you fall in love with me as well."

   She took her eyes away from mine and kissed the tip of my cock and then
opened her mouth and let her mouth slide over it.  She bobbed her head a
few times and put her hands behind me and drew me to her to show she wanted
me to fuck her mouth.  In my excited state I needed little coercion.  After
I stoked a few times she tipped her head back a bit to look into my eyes as
I stood there stroking myself in and out of her mouth while I held my ass
in my hands.  My feelings over flowed at the sight of her giving herself to
me, and making love to me in every sense of the words; I told her what I
knew too.

   "I Love You too." I said in exultation

   She closed her eyes and hummed in relief and exhilaration.  I needed no
more of any prodding to make me come.  Her pretty mouth around me in
adoration, her bouncy breasts bobbing under her face and her adoring eyes
telling me she loved me right back pushed me over.

   As I groaned and sounded off as I came in her mouth while her tongue
washed over and over my crown as she sucked and swallowed all of the semen
I could muster, so close to my last orgasm.  I became intensely
oversensitive too soon to my liking.

   "Oh Gail, GAIL!" I shouted as I pulled away and closed my palm over my
hurting member.

   Gail stood and put her arms around me and backed me up a step as she
reached and flipped the flow pause handle to the "on" position letting the
shower run over our heads.  As if by cue, she burst into laughter and
brought her mouth to mine to kiss me under the water.  If I worried about
tasting myself on her mouth, it was erased by the fact that I wanted her
mouth so much.  Yes, I really could admit to her that I was in love with
her.  For the first time in my life I was saying I Love You and meaning it
right down to my core heart.

   As we necked under the water I held her shapely ass cheeks in my hands
kneading them, squeezing them while she caressed my back.  I could have
stayed there like that forever.  Eventually we washed each others hair and
rushed to get out of the stall as the water was becoming cool.  Wordlessly
we dried each other and walked arm in arm to my bedroom and reclined on the
bed.

   Smiling and smooching we dozed off intermittently, waking each other
with a kiss when we saw the other nod off.  One last time I felt a rustle
on the bed when I must have slipped into a deeper sleep and opened my eyes
to her gorgeous pussy and ass right over my face as I felt her mouth engulf
me.  I did have life left in my cock but she was in no hurry to bring me to
climax as she lovingly licked, kissed and sucked at my entire genital area.

   I nibbled and sucked at her little slit, avoiding her clit as long as I
could tease her.  I took the opportunity to lower her a bit and give her
ass crease and cute little asshole the tongue lashing and licking I had
wanted to do from the time I saw her walk out of Rita's.  From her
reaction, no one had ever eaten her ass before, but she surely loved it. 
After I got back to her pussy and began to work at her clit she had decided
it as time to bring me off as well.  Her mouth pressure intensified and her
head went into a steady rhythmic bob as one of her hands began to massage
my balls.  I could feel the stirrings of my third orgasm in the past 2 or 3
hours, probably a new record, for me at least.

   I began to flick her clit with my tongue which turned out to be quite a
tease as she eventually pushed her pussy right into my face to get me to
suck at it.  When I would suck hard at her clit my cock would go deep in
her mouth with extra suction and speed.  I could feel her having little
orgasms and at one point I think she worked on a good one as her head flew
off my cock and her hand took the sloppy wet prong and stroked me fast and
hard while she cried out in pleasure.  The second time she did this brought
my orgasm up fast, so fast she almost missed it.

   "Gail, that's it!  It's there, there!" I hollered, my mouth muffled by
the pussy in it, but she heard me and pushed the head into her mouth as she
kept stroking it while she came as well.

   I was surprised at the volume of semen I had on this third spasm, as I
expected little more than a dribble.  However, I had one wad shoot, not
ooze, to the back of her throat, almost choking her, her teeth scraping me
as she struggled not to gag.  She quickly recovered and hummed her pleasure
as I continued to ooze into her mouth while her next orgasm grew under my
tongue.  She pulled her head off me as that spasm over took her as she
scrambled to get my mouth off her sensitive clit.  We were both W-A-Y over
spent and over sensitive for any further teasing as she fell away beside me
and we both dozed off quickly in sexual exhaustion.  One thing I realized
after other semi-failed attempts at 69, doing it with a woman almost as
tall as yourself makes it all a lot easier to reach all the goodies without
disturbing the others task at hand.

   Falling asleep after sex is the stereotype most men live under, and in
this case I would have challenged any man to beat it.  Three heavily teased
love making scenarios in the matter of a few hours were draining and
exhausting.  Since my very first night of sex and my very first night with
Haley had I performed 3 times in such a short period.  Of those 3
occasions, this was the first time it wasn't just lust with little or no
teasing or foreplay involved.  I made love to a woman that I loved and
except for the fact that my dick hurt from overuse and my balls were hiding
in my ass, I would have went again.

   Chapter 11

   I woke up and looked around the dark room confused about where or when
it was.  The good feeling in my loins reminded me of the evening of love
and lust and I looked for Gail.  She was gone from the room, but I did see
the numbers on the clock, 11:45.  I had sleepy in sexual exhaustion for
about 2 hours.  Under the closed door I saw lights from the hallway and I
got up and slipped on pajama pants and went to look for Gail.

   As soon as I opened the door I heard her humming happily from the
laundry room on the second floor (great idea - wash and dry the clothes
where you take and put them on, instead of dealing with a basement trip). I
padded quietly past her room and looked in at her sitting at the folding
table.  There were 7 or 8 little stacks clothes, socks, various underwear,
pants, towels, plus shirts and blouses on hangers.  She was sitting on a
stool humming happily as she folded things seeming more content than I ever
saw her.  I leaned on the doorway to just watch her so happy, just being
herself.  As I watched I realized that I hadn't done any laundry the whole
time back from Florida.  Things had been in the drawers when I looked for
them.  Normally when they weren't, I stayed up half the night doing
laundry. She must have been doing it right along.  Knowing she had only 5
or 6 outfits and some leisure clothes and underwear, I should have realized
she was washing almost every couple days.

   Something must have told her there was a presence in the room as she
looked over her shoulder to see me watching her.

   She only said "Hi sleepyhead, was I too much for you?", and I felt my
loins stir again.  I had no chance of performing, but the spirit was
willing.

   I walked in behind her and slipped my arms under hers as I leaned and
kissed the side of her neck.  She inhaled and exhaled deeply and tipped her
head to look at me.

   "Thank you for my life.  I feel I've died and went to heaven.  Can this
moment never change?" She whispered confidently.

   "You just needed the boot in the pants, everything else has been you.  I
love you for all you've made of yourself.  You are a wonderful woman and I
don't know how you turned it off for all those years.  I hope the
bitterness is gone." I chided her.

   "It is.  As bitter as I was, I've found I can be just as happy.  So much
so that the bitterness has faded and the happy memories of Mom and Sis live
brightly in my heart and my mind, and I have you to thank for that.  They
live with me all the time."

   "Do you think they're happy with me, happy with the way we've fallen for
each other?" I asked.

   She turned around on the stool to face me and she took her hands to the
sides of my face and brought it close to hers.

   "My Mom had a hard time with my running around when I was just 14 or 15.
She knew from finding my pills and I suppose even looking at my under
clothes, that I was not a good girl.  But my Mom was very sexual and always
had a steady boyfriend.  I used to hear her at times at night and she was
every bit as loud as I've been with you.  I wanted to be that happy and
perhaps that's what I was looking for when I was "tomcatting", as she
called it.  For me to be really in love and enjoying myself and my body so
much, she would be VERY happy for me AND you.  After she sent me off to
live with Auntie Midge, she cleaned up her act so Sis wouldn't end up like
me.  I don't know if it worked, but I know her heart was in the right place
when she sent me away.  Sis would tell me she cried for me a lot.  That
made that fateful morning hurt that much more.  Now I know I feel her
spirit with us.  It's weird but those times when I feel I'm about to pass
out it feels so good, I think she's hugging me.  Weird, huh?" She said
without even a little tear or lip quiver.  She was accepting it all now.

   "I don't think it's weird, I think it's sweet and you should be happy to
feel that way.  She was a good smart woman who loved her daughter so much
that she made hurtful sacrifices that showed she was not selfish about her
own need to be with you.  If she was half as smart as you, she was a great
Mom.  You always call your sister Sis, what was her real name?" I wondered,
trying to add some personality to my image of her.

   "She was Cecelia, after my Mom's Mom.  She was CeCe for a while but it
became Sis and it was always Sis.  In her yearbook at school, it was Sis."
She said, showing a little quiver in her lip.

   I hugged her closely as she pulled me tightly to her.

   "We can go to San Diego and visit the gravestones sometime if you like.
Introduce me, OK?" I asked.

   "I would like that.  You are so sweet to me." She whispered.

   "Come on, let's get to bed.  We both have to work in the morning, TGIF."
I said pulling her.

   "No, let me put this stuff away and I'll go in my own bed tonight. 
Let's save sleeping together for special nights when we can stay in bed in
the morning.  We are lovers, but for living as lovers, it would be too soon
for us.  Every night would be like tonight, and that would make these
special nights not as special." She said sadly.

   "You're right, as much as I would like it too.  We have the weekend to
ourselves." I said as I kissed her deeply and said goodnight.

   As I went back to sleep I heard her puttering, putting away clothes and
was even aware, as I dozed off, of her coming in my room and putting things
in my drawers.  She came to the bed and kissed my cheek.  I wanted that
moment to last forever.  It was pure affection I had never felt before.

   The morning brought a shower of good feelings as I woke wishing she were
here next to me.  But, alas, as I professed just a few weeks and days
earlier, taking it slow to be sure meant treating each other as roommates
first and lovers later.  Our times together would be "dates".  When
schedules allowed the ability to stay together and share sleep we would,
but taking each other for granted in that manner would have to wait. 
Sleeping together, and I do refer to the sleeping part, is a most intimate
act that culminates with the waking together and starting the day together.
To do that at this stage would lead to a certain amount of taking each
others presence for granted.  As far as we had went in our love making and
proclamations of same to each other, our relationship was still in its
infancy, a fact we both seemed to grasp quite easily.

   "Robbie, are you up?" I heard her yell as she zipped past my door and
pushed it open as I saw her disappear down the stairs.  Moments later,
after I assume, brewing coffee, she was back up the stairs to kiss me
goodbye.  By the time I finished my shower she would have poured her travel
cup of coffee and be at the bus.

   "It's Friday, do we have any special plans for tonight?" She asked in
between smooches.

   "We could go to dinner and a movie, or just stay here and watch the
birds in the yard.  I'm open for anything.  I have all next week off, so
I'm not in a hurry to cram a lot of things into the weekend." I answered
with a kiss and hug.

   "There's a bunch that goes out for drinks after work on Friday, would
you mind?" She asked.

   "No, not a problem, but unless you can get a ride I'd rather you didn't
take the bus.  You can call me for a ride.  OK?" I asked.

   "They say they usually break up by 7, you can just get me on the way
home.  I'll let you know where we're going." She said as she gave me one
more peck and was off to work.

   I was happy she was making friends at work and taking part in their
office rituals.  She was adapting to a regular life as if she had it all
planned out in her head, and I wonder if she hadn't just done that.

   During the course of that work day I was in and out of my own office but
I did check my messages and saw there was one from her.  It was simply an
"I Love You" and asking me to get her at Fuddruckers in the Perimeter Mall.
She would meet me out front after 7:30.

   This last day before my week off was longer than most, devoted to
updated data and training.  The 6 hour ordeal was my 4 in a series of such
and after passing a test on the set of four, I could get my degree updated
and sanctioned and put me in line for the next step on the pay scale.  Days
like this put me back in school again, taking notes and studying, but it
was worth it.  The industry had taken a lot of major strides in the past 3
years and I was sure to keep up with the technology.  At one point during
the day it struck me that Gail seemed to be up in the latest tech in
geological CAD and gas and fuel research.  How did she do it?

   The last session of the class finished with a sign up for the
certification exam that we were all required to take.  There was one review
scheduled and I planned to be in attendance for that as well.  It all took
place on my next rotation back to Atlanta.

   After the class I officially signed out of the on-call register that
left me free for the next 9 days until I need be in the Mobile/Pensacola
district.  I was off to the Perimeter Mall to get Gail.  The Fuddruckers
she was at was on the Mall access and as not connected to the Mall.  They
had Happy Hour specials and a DJ on Fridays in the lounge with a small
dance floor.  It was a noted AmeriFuel hang-out on Friday.

   As I pulled up in front to let her see my truck I saw her in front with
another woman from the office I knew, Shelly.  Shelly had been my running
partner in a couple Cancer Runs, marathons and I knew her as a friend.  She
had been married, but went through an ugly divorce.  I was her shoulder to
cry on at the time.  Getting back into running shape was her broken heart
therapy, plus she could vent on me.  Shell had been around the block more
than once and wasn't too trusting of men.  Once she found my friendship was
out of the "boyfriend" realm we became coffee friends at work and even went
to a movie or two.  She was a few years older than me and I never really
looked at her as a love interest.  She was a good ear and liked hockey.  In
short, we just hit it off and both of us needed a friend that we didn't
need to worry about falling for.  If you like the expression "like a
sister", then that was it.  As I got closer it was apparent that Gail had
been crying and was upset.  Shelly was there as support until I got there.
She came right out and opened the door and let Gail in and squat down to
talk.

   "Hi Rob, Gail's a little upset, but OK.  She had an incident here with
an asshole from work, but she handled it well." Shelly said trying to put
the best light on it.

   "Who?  What happened?" I said looking at Gail to be sure she was OK

   "That fuckin' Blark hit on her and wouldn't leave her alone once she
rejected him and he kept on drinking.  You know, the usual shit for him."
Shelly said rolling her eyes knowing I knew the score already.

   Dave VanBlarcum was a self-proclaimed ladies man-stud.  He did have
stunning clean-cut good looks, but his ego and good looks usually left him
out of bounds with a clear thinking woman.  His M-O was to come on strong
and leave no doubt what his intentions were.  It must have worked often
enough because he hadn't changed in years, but he dealt with the rejection
by drinking and he was an ugly drunk and local police knew him well.  He
was probably only allowed in Fuddruckers with a promise of good behavior.
If he was in his AmeriFuel uniform shirt, he was probably done.  He had
worn out many warnings.

   "He came over to our table and made his way around saying hello and
doing the shoulder massage thing with all four of us.  I told her to not
pay attention to him and he might go away after he had a few words with
each of us, and it worked out that way.  When I got us with Wendy to go to
the ladies room he came over and sat beside her and whispered in her ear."
Shelly explained.

   Gail finally spoke up.

   "He says "what does it take to get in your pants?  The rest of these
girls can vouch for my skills." So I said that first he ought to grow up
and act like an adult, and I got up and moved to the bar to order another
round for all of us, Margo just sat there because I guess she has slept
with him and was embarrassed.  He came up behind me at the bar and squeezed
my ass wanting to whisper in my ear, but I didn't give him a chance because
I slapped him.  The bouncer was already looking for him and saw the whole
thing.  He grabbed him and had already called the police once he saw he was
drunk." Gail said sniffling, but girding herself knowing she did nothing
wrong.

   "As the bouncer began to try and quietly escort him out there was a lot
of talking back and forth and pointing fingers.  When Blark saw the cops
come in the front door he went crazy and didn't go quietly.  He started
shouting that he had slept with Gail and she wouldn't leave him alone, and
she asked for money for oral sex and stuff like that.  People were staring
and that's when we went into the manager's office and waited until now. 
She told me about you and I assured her she was with a good man.  (pause)
You know Rob, you don't have to worry about the fraternization rules.  The
road men who are in the office for a week a month aren't held to that.  I'm
a counselor on the EEO hotline and you would be OK to let people know if
you two are an item." Shelly informed him.

   Gail was gathering her emotions, but needed a hug and scooted over to my
side and we kissed and embraced.

   "Are you going to be OK Gail?" Shelly asked.

   "Yeah, I'm fine now Shelly.  Thanks so much for your help and coming to
my rescue.  I thought I had handled it well, but I didn't know he was such
a jerk." Gail said, seemingly fully composed.

   "Thanks Shell.  Are you all set for a ride?" I asked.

   "I'm riding with Margot and I'm going to give her a piece of my mind for
not jumping in when he tried to move in.  I don't care if he did get into
her pants with that line of shit, she found out fast what kind of asshole
he was.  Gail, I'll call you tomorrow early and get you to the doctors."
Shelly told her.

   Gail turned to me and answered my question before I could ask it.

   "We talked a little girl talk and I told her I was going to the OB/GYN
tomorrow and she said she would drive me and show me where it was." She
told me confidently.

   I just nodded my head and Shelly closed the door and we were off.

   "Don't be mad about her driving me tomorrow.  I really need a woman to
talk to about, you know, woman things, girl talk.  Once she said how she
knew you, I knew I could trust her." Gail said as she rubbed her eyes of
tears and redness.

   "You picked a good friend there baby.  She is one of my best friends." I
assured her.

   "Never any hanky-panky, right?" She said to be reassured.

   "No, never even the thought of it.  We aren't that way at all." I
proclaimed.

   "I began to panic in there and she centered me.  She said she saw the
look on my face and knew I was withdrawing." Gail said relieved she found a
friend.

   "Oooo all this psyche talk, we all had psychology minors or at least
classes.  You're sure you're OK?"

   "I'm fine.  I hadn't been hit on in a million years but I didn't expect
it to be so frank and straight forward.  When he grabbed my ass I knew I
had to show him who he was fucking with.  I was pissed.  I've never let
anyone treat me like that in public, especially a dirt ball like that.  I
hope I run into him in the hallways." Gail said getting more and more
bravado as she thought about the incident.

   "I don't think you'll be seeing him.  He may have had his last chance
with us.  We kind of guaranteed the State of Georgia that he would be sober
when he was working or on call.  If was wearing our uniform, he's done, or
at least suspended until he goes through the treatment again." I assured
her.

   "The cops knew him be name when they came in."

   "That's why he's obviously canned or suspended.  So, ummm . . . .  what
do you want to do tonight?" I asked.

   "Can we just get something to bring home to eat?  I don't feel like
going out again, and I've had 3 drinks, so I'm a little bent.  I think I'll
be in bed early." She said.

   "Ohh?  I was hoping you might sleep with me tonight.  Not necessarily
for making love, but to be together." I had hoped out loud.

   "Ummmm, maybe not tonight.  My doctor appointment is for 9 and I should
really be up at 7:30 or so.  I want to be able to stay in bed with you
after we wake up.  I've never woken up with a man before, much less one
that I loved." She said with a bright smile coming over her face.

   I understood her feelings so we did just what she wanted.  We stopped
and picked up barbeque and she went to bed early and I stayed up to watch
baseball.

   I was feeling very much at home with a woman I loved.  I was supposed to
fly to New York on Tuesday for a few days to work with my Olympians.  I
would be back late Thursday but would leave again on Monday and be gone for
at least the week.  If I couldn't get someone to cover my "on-call" time
around Mobile, I was away at least 2 weeks.  Tonight's incident at the bar
left me both confident and uneasy about how she might handle situations
until she re-acclimated to life situations again.  Knowing she had a friend
in Shelly made me feel better about it all.  I was hoping that they might
spend more time together in my absence.

   Saturday was my first full day off after 4 weeks of work and on-call
time.  Having 8 full days off until I went back on call at 6:00 a.m.  next
Sunday morning left you with lots of time to plan little vacations and
get-aways if the stress had gotten to you.  Only when some sort of natural
disaster played games with the supply system were you subject to being
called in more than once or twice a week for small emergencies.  Yet, being
on-call meant you have to be available on short notice.  Out of town
forays, or drinking alcohol were forbidden during those hours.  Those of us
with families learned that they had to accept the fact you might have to
leave in the middle of a birthday party, a movie or whatever.

   When I woke on Saturday I listened to hear Gail, but she was apparently
gone already.  Once my eyes found the clock and saw it was 10:30 I knew I
had missed her.  I made my way into the bathroom to relieve myself and I
saw a Post-It on the mirror that said "for you" on it, with an arrow. 
Below it was the imprint of her lips on the mirror.  Ah, my morning kiss.
She probably came in my room and watched me sleep for a minute,
contemplating waking me up.  Love felt good.

   Although you don't winterize your home in Georgia like you may in the
North, there are changes you need to make in the South.  I fed the lawn a
winter mix to insure a good spring lawn, even though it would still grow a
bit in the winter unless there was a good frost, but that wasn't always the
case.  I dug out my summer annuals and readied the heating system with new
filters and cleaning.  As the clock closed in on one I went to the front
window and looked out just in time to see Shelly pull her car in the drive
with Gail.

   "Wow, I didn't plan on you being this late." I said as I hugged Shelly
and took Gail's hands in mine and kissed her.

   "We got a lot done today.  We were a while at the doctors while they
waited for my medical records to be faxed from school.  That gave us a long
time to talk and I told Shelly my whole story and she told me most of hers
as well.  So, I guess you could say we bonded.  Then they wanted the
hospital notes from Florida so they got those too, after a wait.  Then we
went and got prescriptions, went to Motor Vehicle and I got a learners
permit." Gail said proudly.

   "Ummm, how about the bag's from the mall?" I asked devilishly

   "Oh yeah, we did a little shopping too!" she said with a cute giggle as
I hugged her again.

   "We had fun together, getting to know each other.  It was a nice
morning." Shelly added.

   "Of course you didn't have your legs in the stirrups all spread open
with some strange guy looking up your pootie either." Gail laughed.  "I'd
rather have a woman doctor, but on such short notice, I guess I'll live,
ha."

   "I WISH I could find a guy who wanted to look up there so I wouldn't be
so lonely at night." Shelly laughed.

   "Oh God, Shell!  You're a great lady who should have no problem finding
a guy.  You just have to be a little more trusting." I scolded her.

   "I know, I know.  It's just that guys like my ex and jerks like Blark
are the only ones who seem to pursue me." Shelly complained.

   "Well those are the types you might meet in bars.  Maybe you should
broaden your horizons a bit, get away from that type.  You may laugh, but
join a church group.  I did that when I first got here and I met people who
showed me the area.  I'm not a regular church-goer but, I went and read the
church bulletin and found the suppers or get-aways they planned and met
other people in the same boat as me.  I went to a Big Band Concert
excursion to Stone Mountain and met 3 woman who I dated right up until I
met Gail." I explained, almost a little embarrassed.

   "Rob, you're serious aren't you?  Were these real "churchy" women or
prudes?" Shelly asked in disbelief.

   "If you mean what I think you mean, I slept with each of them over time.
When I first got here I was lost and remember my Mom always telling me that
lonely women always turned to church to meet lonely guys.  At a church
they're somewhat pre-screened." I explained.

   "Well, I'll think it over.  Gail what do you think of that?" She asked.

   "Hey, I had to get trapped in a tomb with an old man for 2 days and shit
on myself to get Robs attention.  What do I know about picking up guys?"
She said as we all laughed a good laugh.

   We finished our small talk and Shelly was on her way, promising to see
us at work then next week.

   "How come you and Shelly never, . . . .  you know . . . .  " Gail said
with big eyes.

   'Hmmmm, I don't know.  We just never hit it off in that way.  She's
certainly attractive enough to interest me.  I guess she was a little too
needy at the time when we first met and after I knew too much about her,
her trust issues." I explained.

   "Well, I have to go shower.  I've got KY up both ends of me and never
even got kissed." Gail joked as she turned to go upstairs.

   "I would join you but I've got a small project half done that I can't
leave." I said as I thought of the spreader full of eco-spore for the rest
of the lawn.

   "Well, I wanted to shave and soften anyways.  I'll be like silk for you
later." She purred back as she sashayed her behind at me.

   "Great, now I have to walk around the yard with a bulge in my pants." I
joked as I thought about her intimate promise.

   Forty five minutes later I was headed back up the stairs to get cleaned
up so we could enjoy our afternoon.  I caught her modeling lingerie in
front of the big mirror in my room.  I startled her as I cleared my throat
after watching her for a moment.

   "OH ROB!  My God you frightened me.  I was hoping to surprise you with
this later.  Shelly helped me pick a few things out." Gail said as she
covered herself with her hands.

   "I don't know how long you might actually WEAR that.  I'd like to tear
it off you now, you look so enticing.  Besides the fact that I love YOU,
your body is so beautiful and you don't need lingerie to show it off for
me, but I like it." I said, nearly drooling.

   "I like to make myself look nice for you and if something I wear makes
me feel sexy before you even touch me, look out!" She giggled.

   Gail turned and preened as she looked in the mirror at the burgundy
outfit that hugged and revealed her most intimate places.  Her alabaster
skin highlighted the color even more than it should have as she hoped to
get more color from the sun in Georgia.  After only a few weeks of daily
workouts in the company gym she began to show results in the firming of her
near perfect body.  Her belly tightened and she felt like her bottom was
getting more the shape she remembered in high school.  She liked her shape
then because it got her the attention of boys who bent over backwards to
make her the center of sexual attention.  Now she just wanted to please one
man in particular.

   I put my passions aside and went into the shower to wash the sweat and
chemical residue I may have picked up off.  When I got out Gail was dressed
and waiting for me.

   "So, what do we have planned for the afternoon?  You talked about the
big farmers market emporiums around here, can we go to one?" She asked.

   "Sure, we can stock up for the coming week on veggies and maybe find
some meat for the week as well." I said as I shucked my robe off and began
to slip on my underwear and socks.  Gail sat on the bed and watched me
begin to dress.

   "Can I ask you a question without you looking for a meaning as to why?
I'm just interested." She asked introspectively.

   "Do you have any interest in ever having children?" She asked without
waiting for my answer.

   "Do you mean with you, or with anybody?" I asked stupidly.

   "In general." She answered sorry she asked already.

   "Aren't we a little early to talk about getting married?" I asked,
digging my self deeper.

   "ROB, Didn't I ask you to not LOOK for a meaning?  It's just a question!
I've had a total stranger doctor sticking fingers and utensils up my vagina
and asshole to make sure I was healthy enough to go on the pill to make
things better for both of us!  The doctor warns you that the pill, or patch
or whatever is not 100%.  He just wants to know if I know what I would do
if the unlikelihood of pregnancy came about!  YOU are the one who told ME
not analyze our relationship, and that's what you're doing.  It was a
simple question!" Gail said, blowing her cool, letting the stress of the
exam get to her.

   "Well HELL, Gail!  What am I supposed to think?  You come home from the
female doctor and ask me that?  I was afraid you were going to tell me you
were pregnant." I tried to say coolly.

   "What if I was?  What then?" She demanded to know.

   "Gail, calm down.  I love you and you know that.  No, we do not have a
deep relationship yet where we would talk about marriage and even children.
But, I DO want to work on that if everything still feels as good as it does
right now.  If you came home pregnant now we would just have to deal with
it and hope that it would help to bring us together stronger and faster." I
said.

   "What if I wanted to terminate the pregnancy?" She asked coldly.

   "If you needed the father's permission, you wouldn't get it, and if you
killed my baby I don't see how I could love you anymore." I said ready for
a fight.

   A smile crept over her face and she jumped into my arms, me still in my
under shorts and one sock.

   "I love you more everyday Robbie.  That answer is something that has
bugged me all morning.  You seem pretty wrapped up in your job and I was
afraid that might take a preference, as well as what it would do to our
lifestyle." She said relieved.

   "Gail, I don't make a secret that I've slept around, but I've always
been as safe as possible.  You not being protected at all would normally
keep me away, but you wore my resistance down.  Our relationship is . . . .
special.  I admired you from afar back in school, but certainly not
romantically.  You on the other hand admired me in a romantic way of sorts.
We may only be together a few weeks, but we KNOW a lot about each other and
we've sleepwalked and felt our way through some darks spots, but we kind of
knew the way.  I hope I chose my words correctly there.  We've walked
through a darkened obstacle course because we knew the way in the light. 
Do you catch my drift here?  But to get back to your fears, I could never
ask you to terminate a pregnancy over personal convenience.  A baby would
represent my making love to you.  Doing something like that would make it a
lie.  I am now, and have been aware of the responsibility we both share
here." I said, opening up my heart more than I wanted to fully vocalize.

   Gail hugged me tighter and backed me up to the bed while whispering
something in my ear about my finding the right words to express what she
felt as well.  We kissed deeply as she fell onto me and her tongue probed
my mouth and then kissed all over my face, even my eyes as I closed them.
Her body against me and the sexiness of her kisses were having an effect on
me as I began to run my hands up her sides, pulling her knit top up.  She
quickly sat up on me and pulled my hands away and made a SHHHH sound while
putting her straight forefinger to her mouth.  She slid back off of me as
if she were going to the floor but as her hands passed over my waist she
took my underwear down with her.

   "I want to get totally sexed up tonight," she whispered.  "To wear my
new sexy clothes and turn you on so you can drive me crazy.  But you've got
a little something I want right now.  My having you is all I want.  My
pleasing you is all I want.  SHHHHH, just lie back and enjoy this, because
I am.  Then we can go out and everywhere we go, I'll know that I have you
in my belly and you'll have that certain smile on your face." She said with
one more SHHHH as her mouth went over the tip of my cock and licked around
the head before pushing 3 or 4 inches over her tongue and enveloped it with
the softness of her mouth.

   Gail may enjoy giving head more than any woman I've even known or been
with.  The good thing about that is that I, not surprisingly, love to
receive it.  She makes it more "making love" than others I've been with. 
Some just did it with gusto to show how naughty they could be.  From the
very first time Gail did it with the same kind of attentiveness you might
see a Mom show while nursing her baby, bathing her baby.  She did it out of
pure affection.  This was no blowjob, this was love making.

   Though it is very early in our relationship, each time she has went for
me with her mouth has been a different adventure.  On this occasion it
seemed her mouth was full of saliva and she kept her lips sealed around my
cock so as not to let any of the warm spittle to escape as she moved her
mouth up and down over me.  Her fingers fondled my balls and then pinched
my cock at the very base between her thumb and forefinger and stroked me at
the base on the part that never feels friction from intercourse.  Before me
there was a 7 year hiatus from sexual activity, so she must have been quite
proficient for a 17 year old.

   As her wet tongued bath stroked me she pulled her lips to the tip and I
saw her swallow hard, the mouthful of saliva so she could speak.

   "I feel you getting close, I taste your excited seeping.  I WANT YOU!"
She said in a quick gasp.

   She thrust her mouth back down over me as I began to thrust up a little
to her.  Truth be known, I would have loved to rip her pants off and screw
the daylights out of her, but this is what we had to work with until she
could start her birth control patch.

   I gripped the bed spread with my fists as my orgasm rose quickly,
responding to her ministrations.

   "ARRGHHHHHHHHHH!  Hoooo Hoooooo HOOOOOO!" I shouted out as it seemed my
balls and all their contents shot up my penis into her mouth.

   She never varied a tick in her rhythmic work on me with her mouth and
fingers as she drank all I poured out for her.  Once I seemed to stop
spouting she let her mouth off of me and looked into my eyes with a look
that only meant adoration.  We were both hooked for sure.  She put the
whole of her hand on me again and slowly pumped down only to have a little
pearl rise to the top, which she licked off.  The repeat of the same motion
brought her whole mouth around the head again.  She wanted every bit of me
and I was willing to accommodate her until I was so sensitized that I could
no longer stand her tease.  When she was satisfied she had all of me she
put my underpants back on my legs and pulled them up, coaxing me to stand.

   "Finish getting dressed my love.  Your love appetizer was perfect, but a
Chick-Fil-A would hold me better until dinner, that I'M going to make for
you.  That is, IF you get me out to this fabulous market you tell me about,
Harry's." She said as she straightened out herself.

   "YOU are making me dinner?  This I have to see." I laughed as I stepped
into pants and pulled on a shirt.  "Weren't you the first lady of the
dumpster diner just a few weeks ago?"

   "That's not fair to make fun of me and that person I was.  I cooked for
my Mom and Sis a lot before I had to go live with Auntie Midge.  I'll cook
you a great dinner if this Harry's place is as good as you say." She said
defensively.

   "Come on Gail, I was just kidding around about the dumpster diner thing;
if we can't poke fun at each other, who can?  You know I love you." I
insisted.

   Chapter 12

   The afternoon was fun after a light lunch.  Harry's was everything I
said it would be to her and she was very happy.  Our cart was filled with
veggies, fruits and a few meats plus seafood for her dinner special.  She
teased me all afternoon.  While looking at bananas from across the aisle
she cleared her throat to get my attention.

   "Rob?" She said holding up one curved specimen.  "Did I ever tell you
how I loved these?  So filling." She said as she rubbed her tummy.

   Not an hour ago she had sucked all the starch from my banana, but just
those words had me brewing already.  I wanted to take her right in the
store.  I joined her in the tease as well holding up and admiring all sorts
of erotically shaped fruit.  When we finally left Harry's she was as
excited as I.

   We made the rest of our errand stops quickly in nervous sexual
anticipation.  Each time we looked at each other a knowing smirk rose on
each of our faces.  We both knew it could not wait until the evening.  As
we pulled into the drive of my home and parked we both quickly loaded our
hands with bags and packages.  We trod up the stairs to the kitchen level
and set the bags down.  As she went through each bag to take out things
that had to go in the fridge, I went to the den and grabbed a condom from
the drawer.  I had to be inside of her.

   I came up behind her at the counter while she chose the veggies for
dinner and I put my arms around her and my lips next to her ear.

   "I have just the fruit you need and I'll bet the sauce is prepared for
it." I said as he exhaled deeply and melted back against me.  I slipped my
hands down and under her blouse and slid them up over her thinly covered
breasts.  I put my tongue in her ear and slid one hand down to unclasp and
unzip her jeans.

   She exhaled deeply as I pushed my hardness against her and then backed
up and took both hands to lower her pants.  She bent forward on her elbows
on the counter, knowing what she wanted and how she was going to get it. 
She kicked her pants off one foot and backed her legs up a step away from
the counter.  My pants were undone in a jiffy and my cock popped out.  I
pulled my underwear over it and struggled to get the condom open.  I
sheathed myself and had a hand on her ass to steady her as I brought my
cock up into her slot and pushed as she bent lower.

   "Ahhhhhhhhh!" we both moaned as I skewered her in relief.

   "Ohhhh Rob!  In a few weeks when I finish my period you'll be able to
fuck me like this with no rubber and I can feel YOU against me!" She
wailed.

   I heard her words but had no response.  I just wanted to be inside of
her.  I was falling in love and wondering if I wasn't falling faster than
she.  Her soft groans and mewls as I thrust in and out of her were driving
me crazy.  I knew I couldn't last long.  I loved getting laid, but this was
such a satisfying deed, making us both climax together to each others
testaments of love.  She spread her arms out further on the counter resting
her shoulders on it while her legs seemed to be a little rubbery as they
gave in to my thrusts.  She was coming pretty hard when I felt myself
rising fast.  I know she was paranoid about internal ejaculation, even with
a condom; I didn't want to spoil her pleasure.  So, I pulled out just as my
first spurts of semen began to fill the sheath.  I took my cock in my hand
and stroked and pulled my orgasm out and she went to her knees and thrust
her fingers to her pussy to finish her own last spasm.  She turned slightly
to me and put her other hand on my cock and gently coaxed what I had left
to draw from my balls.  The reservoir at the tip hung heavier and heavier
as I filled as she smiled at me, still stroking her clit a bit.  Suddenly
she let my cock go and fell hard against the counter and blew out a long
"OHhhhhhhhhhhhh" as she came.  She dropped her head and then stood beside
me and hung onto my shoulders.

   It was a spontaneous love making that we both felt to our cores.  As we
both caught our breaths she pulled the condom from me and bent and kissed
me on the shaft.  Still holding my rubber in her hand she hugged me tightly
and put her mouth next to my ear.

   "Tonight you'll do me bareback in my backdoor and you can spray me full.
I want it so bad now, don't make me wait." She said shocking me a bit.

   "Do you know what you're getting into?" I whispered back.

   "I've done it to make boyfriends happy when we didn't have rubbers, but
that was a long time ago.  It was OK, but it will be heaven with you. . . .
.  I love you!" She exclaimed without a worry.

   We went off and cleaned up and came back to finish putting things away.
Whenever our eyes caught each other there was a little grin or smile. 
Finally we went to each other and stood there necking like teenagers at
first lust.  After a few moments our lips broke and we stood holding each
other.

   "I don't want to hurt you later.  You always say I'm big, you did it
with boys before." I said warning her and letting her know that I didn't
want to cause her pain.

   "I'm not ashamed of being a bad girl before.  Having sex made me happy
and feel like I was loved.  I did things to make my boyfriends happy.  It
was uncomfortable sometimes but I usually liked it overall.  I liked
pleasing them.  I LOVE you and it will be good because you are a good lover
and you love me.  No more talk about it, OK?  Let the night happen.  Now,
you work on finding a wine for dinner and do whatever little jobs you need
to do.  I need to brush up on my kitchen skills so I don't make you sick."
She giggled as she slapped my butt.

   I knew she was preparing shrimp so I went to the wine cabinet and found
a good white and put it on ice to chill.  I did have a few little chores in
the yard to finish up and I set about doing them.  Then as I walked through
the house I enjoyed her kitchen aromas and knew dinner would be good.  I
went to the computer and checked my flight reservations to New York.  The
USOC had an ice training facility right next to the airport in Albany and a
Hilton Garden Inn right behind it.  I liked going there because I didn't
need to rent a car and go through that hassle.  I was set for my trip, even
though leaving Gail behind made me feel a little empty.  We would have to
get used to it.

   Gail made lime shrimp scampi over risotto that impressed me to no end. I
love garlic and she loaded it with long thin sweet slices of the bulbs she
picked out at Harry's.  She truly had cooking skills that she need only
brush up on.  She was very proud and happy that I enjoyed her meal so much.
She shooed me from the kitchen after we ate and drank in the candlelit
dining room.  My pleas to help clean up went on deaf ears.  It was after 8
o'clock and I went to the den and began watching the baseball playoffs. 
Just before nine she came in and slid onto the sofa to watch as well.  As
the time crept towards 10 she whispered into my ear.

   "I'm going upstairs to shower.  You can jump in right after I get out.
While you're in I'll put on my new lingerie for you and make myself sexy
for you."

   "You're already sexy." I smiled back.

   "Wait until you see me later then." She smirked.

   I heard Gail get out of the shower and pad into her room.  Just before
she closed the door she called out, "Rob?  Shower's yours."

   I couldn't hide the fact that I was excited, despite the fact we had
already made love twice today.  At that moment I could not have loved
anyone more.

   When I got into my shower I noticed a very special aroma from the soap
she had used and then I saw she had replaced mine with her bar and I was
supposed to use it.  I took a longer shower than usual to be sure I was
squeaky clean and had conditioned my hair fully, something she had bugged
me about.

   I looked for a towel after I got out and noticed the rack was empty but
one had been laid out for me on the counter.  When I picked it up a pair of
colored underwear fell out, obviously for me to wear.  They were slight and
accented my package.  She knew what she wanted.  I dried my hair and
slipped on the special thong she had for me and opened the door into my
(our) bedroom and noticed right away a change in the lighting.  Four water
candles flickered in four locations as she lay on the bed, the light
playing games with her features.  She was beautiful and alluring lying
there with a little smile for me.  It was then I realized that she was not
there for me, but I was there for her.  I hadn't thought I was selfish
about our love making today, and she had certainly had her special moments,
but I had been the receiver, not the giver, it seemed.  I just thought of
what she said earlier: "I want to get totally sexed up tonight, to wear my
new sexy clothes and turn you on so you can drive me crazy."

   For a moment I was pissed off at myself for being such a hard head.  I
knew that pleasing her would make me happy as well, and the way she wanted
me to finish her was one of my special kinks and I did adore her sweet ass.
The thought of my cock disappearing into her most personal place had me
raging in my new undies.

   I went to her and covered her body with mine and took her mouth to mine.
Long probing tongue kisses amid her giggles as my cock poked her made her
happy and anxious.  She may have had her pussy eaten before, but I was sure
it was never eaten like I planned to do it tonight.  I moved my mouth from
hers and swabbed her neck and ears with my tongue as in slid down her body
far enough to get to her breasts.  Her sexy outfit peeled down easily to
let her tits fall out and into my mouth.  I was about to give her nipples a
treat.

   The shape and curve of her breasts change wonderfully when she reclines.
Standing they look like pointy cones, but when she lies they fall into such
perfect breasts, thick wide and accented perfectly by their low center
nipples.  When excited her nubs get to about double the size of a fresh
pencil eraser, easy to latch onto.  If we ever got married and had
children, I would surely be jealous.  I already knew how sensitive her
little buttons were but that night they tingled outwardly as I sucked and
chewed on the little pleasure makers.  As she squirmed under me, resisting
the urge to touch herself, she sighed deeply as she was close to a
spontaneous orgasm.  I felt I was almost torturing her when I began to move
down her body, kissing her flatter belly and navel through the fabric of
her outfit.

   Once I settled between her legs I saw the 3 snaps that held the crotch
together and quickly dispensed with them and hooked my thumbs on the sides
and pushed the tin fabric up, kissing my way back up her belly so I could
lick and "eat out" her belly button, making her giggle and squirm
deliciously under me.  Her anticipation was building.

   I went back down over her belly and abdomen and spread her legs out and
back opening her up for me.  I kissed and licked all around her mound
delighting in the smooth texture of her hairless crotch.  In the dim
candlelight of the room, her pussy was as pretty as any flower God had
created.  I titillated her lips with the tip of my tongue raising her
anticipation as I heard her breaths grow short and fast.  I put the flat of
my tongue at the base and pressed hard into her as I licked up over her
clit and kissed it, sucking it just a bit.  Using my thumbs I opened her
and licked her as deeply inside as I could, finishing once again with a
peck at her excited clit.  A heavy sigh from her told me she could not wait
any longer for hard stimulation.  I pursed my lips and dove to her clit
like it was a little cock or upturned nipple.  With my lips around it and
my tongue going crazy on it she shuddered as she signed in some relief.  My
chin was settled into her lips as my tongue began a long dance on her clit
as her groans and peaks began to hiccough from her throat.  From time to
time she would put a hand on the back of my head with my not knowing if it
were affection or encouragement.  All I did know was that she was leaking
profusely and it tasted so much like HER, nectar I had tasted before with
her that I was getting addicted to.  The backs of her thighs were on my
shoulders and my arms were around her legs to prevent her from moving my
sexy feast.  Hearing her mewls and little screams and throat catches only
made me crazier with passion and when she tried to shake herself from me, I
knew she was reaching her high peak, something I planned on driving her
past until her pussy turned into an open nerve ending.  My grip on her
thighs was as great as it had been as she fought to extract my mouth from
her but my tongue was firmly rasping over and over her clit as she leaked
profusely into my mouth.  She wasn't squirting, but if she were able to
coordinate her spasms, it may have been.  I wasn't sure how much longer I
could hold her and each time I heard her purr and scream deep in her throat
I kept telling my self that 10 more seconds was enough but then I could
taste her and think I should flush her even more.  Finally she pieced
together one two word sentence, "PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE ROB!!", as she inhaled
deeply.

   I let some pressure off her thighs and she quickly spun under me and
crawled up onto the bed away from me on her stomach.  I picked myself up
and moved over her as she trembled in fading spasms.  Her ass was right in
my face and I could not resist its cute curve and sexy split.  I buried my
face into the tween of her cheeks and spread her open as my tongue lathered
her little asshole.  The taste was sweet of some citrus fruit.  She had
lubed her rear with a flavored gel, water based lube.

   As she struggled to get her breath under the surprise of my oral attack
on her anus she noticeable raised her cheeks up to my invasion.  Her
asshole was delicious and was opening up under my tongue, my spittle
leaking in to join her lube.

   I took a breath and whispered, "I knew you had a sweet ass, but I didn't
think it would taste like oranges." I said before I dove in again.

   She wriggled and giggled under me and said in a throaty voice "mmmmm
Mango".

   After eating her ass until it was open under my tongue and she just lay
hugging a pillow and moaning at the sheer pleasure of my tongue I got to my
knees and crawled on my knees to her face and held my cock out at she
raised her head.  She darted her mouth forward and took me deep into the
edges of her throat.  I moved gently in and out in short strokes as she
made my iron pole into lead.  I could reach right over her and grab the
balls of her ass and squeeze them.  Then I took my middle finger and ran it
right down through the crevice if her ass and found her little hole and
sunk right in as far as I could reach.

   She did a little choke/gag as I impaled her but she quickly adjusted to
my cock deep in her throat and my finger deep in her ass.  I was stretched
right over her long frame opening her up and getting my cock ready at the
same time.  She was deeply committed to both acts but I felt compelled to
speak to her.

   "When I first go in you, you know it's going to hurt and burn a bit, but
it will be OK in time, right?" I whispered as reassuredly as possible.

   "Mmmmmm Hmmmmmm!" she answered from around my cock.

   "You know that if you want me to stop, I will and not be mad.  I love
you and don't want to hurt you, right?"

   Mmmmm Hmmmmm." She agreed.

   "Once you open up and I'm going to fuck you hard and shoot my come up
your little butt, right?" "MMMMMMMMMMMM HMMMMMMMMMMMMMM." She responded and
then pulled off my prong to speak in words.

   "Do it NOW ROBBIE.  The lube is under the pillow!!  I want you so bad!"
She said impatiently.

   I extracted my finger from her behind and went to move in back of her.
She began to raise up on her knees and I pushed her cute little cheeks down
to the bed.

   "Stay flat at first, it might be easier." I coached.

   I knelt between her spread legs and took the tube in my hands of the
fruity gel/lube.  I dropped some between her cheeks and took a few fingers
full for my cock.  I leaned forward on one hand and used my other hand to
part her cheek to see my target.  The candle right behind me showed me
enough light to see the darkened little dilated hole.  I was beyond
patience and pressed myself toward her.  I felt her round notch kiss my
cock head and I could not hold back anymore.  I resisted the urge to just
thrust into her, but I did fully impale her in one long, slow, steady
stroke.  I was buried in her flesh to flesh for the first time.  The warmth
of her bowel gripped me as she tried to pull away from me from under me,
but she had nowhere to go.

   "OHhhhhhhhhhhh, you're so fucking big, but it fits!  Just wait!  Please
wait!" She wailed loudly.

   She then just began to groan long steady groans that seemed pleasured,
but would peak each time I moved a bit.  I could barely believe that I was
buried balls deep in the ass of my tall fantasy woman that I loved so.

   I must have flexed my cock 30 times to luxuriate in the feel of her
grip, but I had to start moving.  I began to move, ever so slightly, in and
out of her hoping she would adjust.  The throaty rasp from deep in her
throat told me she felt every movement as I added inches to my to and fro
motion.  I heard her breathing quicken and I knew I had hit the right spot
with her, she was brewing an orgasm.  My fucking got steadier and I was
ready to really stroke her.  I put my hands on her hips and sat back on my
haunches and she lifted her ass back to me until she was kneeling, bent
over, right in front of me.  I could now go to town on her when I was
ready. Her asshole was fully dilated in the little light I had, it was not
rolling in or out with me.  I knew she was fully lubed and open for a
painless, enjoyable bottom fucking.

   I began to move faster and longer as her breath shift quickly to a
staccato pattern that I associated with her orgasm.  As I flailed away at
her ass she called out for me.

   "Rob, Robbie!  Fuck me, Fuck my ass!  Ohhhha I'm going to come! 
COMING!" She hollered as I wanted to empty my balls into her.  Her voice
turned to a constant whine that accented every push I made into her.  She
was loving this.  I doubt her other lovers had given her the true screwing
I was doing in her backdoor, this was a fucking she would not soon forget.

   Her constant whine turned to a shrill noise that could only mean she was
coming or dying as I pummeled her hard and sought my orgasm.  The tight
grip of her bowel, the beauty of her ass and the fact I loved her so much
was enough to bring me off, but to hear the utter joy in her yells and
groans made me more than ready to relieve my balls.

   "I'm, going to shoot my hot come into you baby!" I said excitedly as I
felt my orgasm process start.

   "I'M . . .  GOING . . .  TO . . .  FILL . . .  YOUR . . .  ASS . . . 
WITH . . .  HOT . . .  JUICE!" I said accentuating each word with a hard
slap of my abdomen to her ass.

   My words made her wail as she lowered her head to the pillow again and
waited for me to fill her, a wait that would be seconds, no more.

   "ARGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" I shouted as my ball sack began to turn inside out,
flowing my hot lava into her.  "UGH . . .  UGH . . .  UGH . . .  UGH . . .
UGH . . .  UGH . . .  UGH" I grunted as I emptied into her with long hard
strokes as I heard her screams of joy from deep in her throat.

   I had long since stopped oozing when I found myself still stroking in
and out of her beautiful ass.  The head of my cock began to feel like it
was being sucked and I was getting over sensitive, but she felt so good I
didn't want to stop, but I had to.  I stroked all the way into her and fell
over her body as she let her knees collapse under me.  She quivered under
me as we both lay breathless.  She was still clenching to feel for me as I
began to deflate a bit in her.  I wanted to lay like this forever to coo
and whisper to her, but experience told me that she would need to get up,
and soon.  The semen and the air I pumped in her would soon cause her some
discomfort.

   "That was intense, that was passion.  Are you OK?" I whispered as I
kissed her neck.

   "I don't know.  I'm deliriously fucked, and I feel like I've been
stuffed and it feels good." She groaned back to me.

   "You may get some cramps in a minute or two, we really ought to get up."
I warned her gently.

   "I told you I'd done that before, but never like that.  You made
passionate love to me, deep inside of me." She hummed as she still felt the
echoes of her orgasm.

   "I'm shrinking in you.  You'll have to clench soon to keep from losing
everything." I tried to warn her again.

   "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.  What do you suggest I do?" She said dreamily.

   "Get up and get to the bathroom as fast as you can.  Sit down and let me
run out of you and push the air out." I advised her.

   "That doesn't sound too sexy, but I am starting to cramp.  Will I be
able to sit down tomorrow?" She said as she began to prepare to move.

   I warned her I was extricating myself and settled on my knees and sat up
and back.  My cock came from her like a boot stuck in a mud hole.  I was
relieved to see it was all clean.  I saw her clench as well as she could as
I moved off the bed and she backed off right after me.  She scurried to the
bathroom and closed the door.  I told her I would be right back and went to
her bathroom to wash myself.  When I came back I went to the door and asked
if all was OK and if she needed my help.  She assured me she was fine, but
I still heard the unpleasant sound of air escaping from her.  After a
couple of flushes she came out and wanted to lie right down.  She lay on
her stomach and I went right next to her and stroked her back and pretty
bottom cheeks.

   "I may never do that again just so I can't change how wonderful it was.
I know you don't want to hear it, but before it was never that deep, that
long, that lovely.  I was never so loose or open.  You truly made love to
me, made sure it was good." She said half smiling half crying.

   "You aren't hurt are you?" I said as I saw the tears.

   "No, not at all.  It's just if I had had any doubts if you really loved
me, they're gone.  You took such good care to make it special.  I was doing
it for you, and you made it for me.  I wasn't face down in the back of a
car wishing I was someplace else until it was . . .  " She said before I
interrupted.

   "Forget about before.  We all do things in bad judgment and you thought
it was right at the time.  We can't second guess ourselves.  If you hadn't
done it then, you might never have done it now.  Live for now, live it for
us." I told her petting her back.

   She sat up and hugged me, her body so warm and somehow softer then I
ever felt it.  She was like a baby's blanket it holds to his face;
comforting and warm.

   "You're so sweet to me.  I just did the most awful thing a girl can do
and you made it the most beautiful act of love." She cooed to me.

   "It's not awful, nothing is awful or naughty or dirty, as long as we
both do it together and WANT to do it together.  You may have thought it
was something rebellious or for shock value, but we've changed that.  The
past is gone, live for today." I assured her.

   Gail rolled away from me and clawed at the covers and sheets and slipped
under, opening the bed for me to join her.

   "Let's go to sleep naked together, wake up naked together, and spend the
day tomorrow naked together and make love whenever we want." She said
laughing at the prospect.

   "What do we do if our sex's get so sore we can't use them?" I asked with
a grin.

   "We kiss them to make them better." She giggled.  "I could fall asleep
with your precious little peter in my mouth, I love him so."

   I kissed her hard on her mouth and held her to me.  She told me she was
tired and rolled over to spoon.  We fell asleep that way and neither of us
heard a thing for almost 12 hours.

   Chapter 13

   Actually waking up next to someone you really love and adore ends up
being one of the most satisfying things you can do.  I've slept with lots
of women I had fucked the night before, but this was totally different. 
Instead of trepidation of wondering whether she may have thought that the
sex "meant" something or was recreation and I might have made a commitment
of sorts, I woke up hungering for her once again and not wanting to wait to
tell her I loved her.  My deep sigh from filling my lungs for the first
time of the day must have woke her as she fell back into my arms, her cute
ass nestling to my interested groin.  She took my hand that hung over her
side and kissed it and held it to her face.

   "You are the most wonderful lover.  Did I tell you that?  I've still got
the warmies all over from how you loved me." She sighed looking back at me
trying to make eye contact.

   "I've still got the "warmies", as you say, myself, from how and why you
gave yourself to me.  That's a brave commitment into the unknown and
knowing how you trust me makes me feel so special." I admitted to her as I
caressed the breast she put my hand on.

   "I'd say you were feeling special now." She giggled as she pushed back
against my growing cock.  "After I start my pills we can spend these
mornings making love.  It will be soon, I promise.  In the meantime there
is a little something we might both enjoy." She said sexily as she began to
scoot down my body, under the covers.

   "Oh Gail, Godddddd, you little minx.  Not before I pee, please.  I
couldn't hold off." I warned her.

   She kissed the head of my cock and pulled down the covers.

   "Promise to come right back and get right back under here for us?"

   "I promise." I said as I bounded up and ran to the toilet and wrestled
with my hard-on to pee.  I noticed that the bidet was full of water and had
been used recently so I assumed Gail used it.  I stopped my flow and went
to the appliance and straddled it and let fly, making it much easier to get
my stream from my hard-on in the bowl.  Once done, I played with the
fountain and washed my penis to make it more palatable for my lover.

   When I returned to the bed, she was still scooted down, her bottom up in
the air, waiting for me to assume my former position.  If I had lost any of
the stiffness of my erection after peeing, it was back now.  Her cute ass
was inviting enough to recall the night before and want to kiss it, but I
did make a promise to her.  She lifted an arm and leg and let me slide my
own leg under her before she was once again between my legs looking at me
from behind my standing monument to her.

   "I love to suck your cock Robbie.  It's so warm and smooth in my mouth
and the smell it sends off makes the animal in me awaken.  When you come
the taste is you and you alone.  I want that smell, I want that taste, that
feeling of you in ecstasy.  If I just touch myself while I do it, I go off.
Make love to my mouth, I'll make love to your penis and we'll both come."
She said as she covered the head of my cock with her mouth before I had a
chance to protest, as if I wanted to.  She sucked, kissed, slurped, and
tongued her way all over its area, and then as she stroked it with her
hand, she kissed and lolled my balls in her mouth.  When she came back up
to my cock her hands went to my thighs and she rose up a bit and began to
bob on me, as if waiting for me to start thrusting to her mouth.  I didn't
need an invitation.  As I began to move in and out of her mouth in short
strokes her tongue went crazy on me like never before, swirling and wet. 
If she thought I could last under this pleasure attack she was wrong.  My
come shot came fast and furious making me wonder how I could make so much
so fast.  I flooded her mouth so quickly that she lost part of my first
spurt, but she patiently waited for me to finish flexing my last pearls of
cream before hopping up from my genitals and off the bed.

   "God Rob, I have to pee so bad." she squealed as she ran to the
bathroom.

   That explained why she hadn't used her fingers on herself like I thought
she might.  I laid back into the bed in a sexual comatose state after she
had drained my balls once again.  I felt so good I wanted to jump and
holler, but I hadn't the strength.

   When she came back into the room she had an impish smile on her face.

   "You know that bidet was made for sex, before and after.  You never used
it?" She asked as she ran her fingers over her pussy suggestively.

   "Never!  I never ever had the water even on in it until you filled it."

   "Let me show you why it's so handy." She said as she got on the bed and
straddled me.  She extended her arms and I put my arms out as well.  She
went hand to hand with me and pushed herself up to a standing position and
stepped to her feet just at my arm pits.  She squat down with her pussy
right to my mouth.

   "Mmmm, a nice fresh breakfast for you!" She said in a sexy tone.

   I never minded a little urine taste when I ate pussy, but she was fresh
as a daisy as her squat opened her pretty smooth little mound to my mouth.
My tongue had her ready to spasm in a minute as her breathing got hard and
ragged.  I grabbed the globes of her ass to be sure she couldn't get away
from my attack as I sought to suck her clit as long as it was able to get.
As I held her ass in my hand my left pinkie happened to touch her tender
asshole and I couldn't resist wiggling it on the recently used little
orifice.  That little wiggle seemed to send her over the top as I tasted
her cream and juices.  She wailed like a kid on a roller coaster as I sawed
and sucked at her pleasure button as she began to try and move away from
me. I held her fast until I was sure she was fully wore out from her
orgasm.

   "UNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" She blurted loudly and bluntly as
she fell back hard onto me and rolled to her knees on the side of the bed.

   "Did you get off?" I joked as he sought my hands to help pull her up
next to me.

   We spooned once again and dozed off for a bit.

   Waking next to my naked little angel was something I could get terribly
used to.

   When I did finally wake up she was playing in my chest hairs.  I opened
my eyes and she caught them and smiled, but continued playing, humming as
she did so.

   "I love touching you.  Inspecting every little bit of you.  Is this
going to cause any other, uhhh. . . .  problems if I keep up?" She
whispered in a little girl voice.

   "Ohhhhh, . . .  for sure.  You always get me excited."

   "I don't know if I have any place left for you that isn't sore or over
worked.  My pussy has been empty but my little clit and lips have been
abused so by your mouth, you naughty boy." She said with a shrugged smile.
"And unless I get some balm on my lips, they're going to be all chapped. 
Don't even think about my rear door.  It's a little sore and I have other
plans for that place soon." She smirked.

   "You like to touch and feel, inspecting me, how about your hands?" I
smiled.

   She put a surprised look on her face and pulled back the covers.  I was
fully erect and ready to go.  I was sure if went this third time in a few
hours I would be done for a bit, but the sight of her tall lean body,
pretty face and sexy words had me wanting for release.

   Although she had expertly sucked and licked me a few times in our
courtship, she hadn't really touched and looked me over closely.  Her long
fingers wrapped around me and I sighed heavily thankful for the release of
having her squeeze some of the blood down to ease the pain of over filling
the area.  Both her hand and my cock must have been very dry as he was able
to glide her digits over me smoothly without any lube or saliva.  She
adjusted her body to a kneeling position next to me to get both hands in on
the action.  I extended my arm out and under her and cupped her mound.

   "Careful, I'm tender." She warned, but I was already aware of that.  I
slid my middle finger into her from the lowest part of her slit so as not
to touch her hood and clit which had been heavily chewed, sucked and licked
early.  I WAS in the little used barrel of her vagina which I thought
longed for some filling.

   As I began to fuck her deeper, faster and harder with my long middle
finger she began to respond by playing closer attention to the cock she was
stroking lightly with her fingers.  Her grip became stronger, her eyes more
intent on the prize in her hands.  Then one hand dropped to my balls to
cradle and fondle them.  Her eyes closed for a moment as a ball of air
bellowed from her mouth.  She was starting a vaginal orgasm and I could
feel her leaking over my fingers.  A long "ohhhhh ahhhhh" escaped from her
throat as her eyes bugged out in a stare down of my cock as she felt me
shift under her hands and moan.

   She pushed her legs together tightly to stop my hand while I tried to
persist my finger fucking, but she looked me in the eyes and said "no
more". After I removed my finger she shuddered for another 10 seconds, her
eyes turning up and away from me for the first time since she started my
masturbation.  Seeing her come and enjoy such a spasm brought me to the
edge and I announced it.

   "My turn baby, YOU GOT IT!!  HOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" I wailed as I prepared to
see my cream fly.

   That wasn't to be as Gail put just her lips over the little slit on my
cock head and took my load into her mouth quickly swallowing.  She took her
mouth away after my initial load and watched some more rise and fall over
her still stroking fingers.  I grunted hard and pushed one more blob up and
she again, with just her lips, sucked from the little slit.  She slowed her
stroke and looked at me and smiled and I saw her swallow again.

   "I wanted to taste you again, am I a bad girl for that?  I wanted my
mouth around it but my lips are too chapped, I'm sorry." She said in doe
eyed apology.

   "God Gail, don't be sorry.  Everything is fine.  We're both all fucked
out, but still can't keep our hands off each other.  We have to get out of
here with some clothes on and enjoy ourselves on a different level." I said
grabbing my overworked penis.

   "I love your body so much, I hate to see it covered, but you're right.
Just being near you makes me feel special." Gail said as she moved up and
put her chin on my shoulder and cuddled up to me.

   "I've never said "I Love You" so fast to any woman and felt it so much.
Your body drives me crazy but I feel that magic too, when you're near.  I
could love you, though, in any body." I confessed.

   We parted and looked at each other both feeling the same little stir
that told us we HAD to get up.

   "You get in the shower first, we better not go together." I suggested.

   "Oh please, PLEASE?  I'm looking forward to you washing me and caressing
me.  If we get too excited we'll just have to turn the water to cold. 
After that night of making love washing each other seems like the natural
thing." She pleaded.

   "Always the romantic, you are.  How can I turn that down?  It will be
our lesson in self control." I said giving in to her.

   The shower together turned out to be a great idea because it ended up
being a mutual worship of each other.  Soapy hands running over and
caressing each little part of each others body was hot, but the flurry of
recent sexual activity kept our urges at bay somewhat.  Squatting behind
her running my hands over her perfect peach of an ass and parting those
cheeks to wash the little hole I had ravaged the night before had me hard
as a rock, but I can't deny that at full mast I was sore enough to not want
to touch myself or be touched.  Shortly thereafter she was washing my
genitals and after rinsing my penis in the spray she kissed the tip and
looked at it like a loving mother, saying, "Go to sleep, you need your
rest."

   I chuckled at her actions but it did seem to dampen my rod as we
finished showering and began to get about our day.



   Chapter 14

   With nary a hitch I got off to Albany to spend time with my hockey
charges and get back home to spend a few days puttering and thinking around
the house, but the evenings were all Gail.  With our "beginning of
relationship" ardor cooled we began to know each other better on other
planes.  Not that there wasn't a fair share of sex, but there was a lot
more sharing of feelings besides orgasms.  We were meshing into each others
lives.  My four weeks away from home were easier to handle when Gail bussed
the 600 miles to Florida twice, and I got someone to cover for me on-call
so I could drive back if I was within 5 or 6 hoursin Pensacola or Mobile.
Although I never thought I would be doing it, I constantly checked the
vacancies list for positions with the company based in Atlanta.  When I got
back to Atlanta for my week in the office before my 8 day hiatus I was able
to swap off a road week with another rep who needed to be in Florida for a
family wedding.  It gave me over three weeks to be with, sleep with, and
wake with the woman who had stolen my heart.

   With all of the goals she set as a high school honor student now finally
in place after they seemed so remote, Gail had a new confidence that made
her seem more womanly, more down to earth, despite my fears that she might
slide back at the first taste of failure.  But, my time away made her see
how self-sufficient she could be.  She made everything work and made me
feel like I had a real partner at home.  I actually hadn't seen her for 8
days when I cruised into Atlanta early on that Saturday morning just as she
was waking up.  With little fanfare I crawled into her bed and made love to
her.  We were off to the shower together just cooing and touching each
other as we washed.  As she finished the rinse of her hair she pinned me to
wall of the shower stall with her index finger in my chest.

   "If you think that fast fuck is all you have in store for us, you are
way wrong.  I know we have plans for us today, but tonight I have plans for
us so you better save your strength." She said in a husky voice that turned
me to granite.

   I chuckled at her words, knowing full well she meant every syllable.  I
sensed a mild uneasiness in our relationship and I think it was coming from
my absenses.

   This day had long been planned for her to drive in the city, on the
freeways to be sure she was ready to get her drivers license.  She drove
around Metro Atlanta that day with me pointing out the sights and
highlights of the area.  She remembered some things she wanted to look for
at a mall so we drove to the Perimeter and I let her take us where she
wanted to go.  Just watching her walk through the stores picking up clothes
from formal dresses to under-things was a joy.  She was a kid in a candy
store.  All of the things she secretly wished and hoped for were now
reality.  Although I thought she hadn't scratched the surface of her
earning power, she could now afford most anything she wanted or liked, as
if I wouldn't buy it for her if I thought it would make her happy.  But she
was very proud of herself and wanted to do and buy for herself. 
Occasionally she would pick up a blouse and hold it up to her and look in
the mirror, then put it back.  When her eyes approved she would turn on her
heel and catch me staring (I can just watch her for hours) and look for my
opinion.  I loved her in anything.  Sometimes while she was deep in the
myriad of clothing racks and gondolas and I was in the main aisle she would
look up and catch me staring and smile, mouthing a kiss.  We left the mall,
she $482 poorer, with an armful of bags and packages.

   "I have so many new outfits for work, and nice things to wear when we go
out.  Between the two big shopping trips and the stuff we got the first day
on the road, I'm pretty set until I get my first salaried check.  That's
something we have to talk about.  When I start making real money I want to
help you with the mortgage." She prattled as we drove towards home.

   "Gail, that's not necessary, you don't need to do that." I said waving
my hand.

   "Robbie, If I can't I'll get a place of my own, even though I may never
spend any time there.  There's no need for you to support me.  You've done
so much for me, now I want to contribute." She insisted.

   "Let's talk about it at home; we'll work out some sort of agreement." I
said to let us both ponder the situation.

   I didn't want to come right out and say that all of everything of each
others would probably be ours someday, although, in my mind, I felt so sure
of it.  Our time together had been a 500 piece puzzle thrown in the air and
landing in perfect place.  I sensed she may have felt the same, but neither
of us wanted to say anything so as not to jinx a thing.

   When we got home I took the most of the bags and followed her up the
steps.  Watching her slight body in its almost 6 foot (probably actually 5
foot 9 or 10 inch) frame made me realize that how lucky I was.  She weighed
just 120 pounds the day she left Rita's spa, yet she was sufficiently round
and fleshy in all the right places.  Although shapely, seeing her nude then
would make you think she needed to add a few pounds, despite having a
fetching body.  She told me she weighed 140 pounds in high school and lost
that weight around her hips, thighs and belly by "bad lifestyle".  The fact
she used her feet as the main mode of transport kept her weight loss
uniform on her hips and thighs, but starving and poor eating habits turned
her then toned belly into a paunch she continually referred to as cottage
cheese.  Now after living 6 weeks as a normal human being, plus exercise,
her belly was flat and tight and her hips were filling out just a bit. 
Besides the beautiful person inside the body I was in love with, her body
was a bonus and she claimed to love me and mine in the same manner.

   Inside she took the bags and packages from me and asked me to wait
downstairs as she dashed up to her room and left off her shopping booty. 
She was back in a flash just as I looked out over the yard for the first
time in a month or so.  She turned me around and snaked her fingers around
my waist and then up my back as she pulled her head close to my chest and
inhaled deeply before tipping her head to look at me.

   "We have to change some things in our relationship Rob.  We've grown
very comfortable with each other, and I know why.  We really have fallen in
love, haven't we?" She asked knowing my nod was at the ready.  "I don't
want to sleep in my room anymore; I want to sleep with you every night when
you're here.  Our agreement to sleep alone when we both had to work in the
morning was fine before, but now I really hate being away from you.  When
I'm here alone I sleep in your bed, err. . .OUR bed, so I can feel and
smell you.  Sometimes I cry, and other times I play with myself thinking
about you.  There are guys at the plant that flirt with me, and some have
asked me to lunch or dinner.  I tell myself that if I found a guy who was
HERE all the time I wouldn't be so lonely and frustrated, but you're all I
want.  I love you Rob and I want to be with you forever.  My temp status
expires this week and I'll get my salary next pay and I want to begin
splitting everything with you.  We should be an us."

   "Oh God Gail, you're saying all of the things I want to say to you, but
I'm afraid to; the C word.  I've played out scenarios where I tell you to
move out and then I could court you and be somehow less committed, but I
can't.  For the first time ever I'm really peeved at my job when it takes
me away from you.  I'm checking the vacancies list everyday online to see
if I can land back here.  I hate every moment I'm not with you and I really
want to live together as if we're married, with the hope THAT can happen
someday.  I know we're moving too fast, but I can't find a good reason to
jump off the ride.  I hope you know that I haven't nor would I think of
being with anyone else when I'm away, and I've had my chances.  I really am
the C word." I confessed.

   "Say it."

   "Committed."

   "You?"

   "Committed."

   We stood and held each other after making one of the most uncomfortable
relationship sureties ever.  Her head rested on my shoulder and I heard cry
in happiness.  I held her all the tighter and wondered where this whole
thing would bring us, but like before I was not afraid to follow where it
led.  She truly was everything I ever wanted in a woman, a partner, and a
friend.  I had to be sure I was not going to ever lose her.

   I took her by the hand and walked outside through the patio doors.  It
was a warm late Fall early afternoon.  With her clutching my arm as we
walked to a contemplation bench I had near the bird feeders.  We sat and
wordlessly poured out our hearts, it seemed.  The curtain of our feelings
had been drawn to show all and we both liked it.  I sought out her lips to
kiss her and I saw she still was leaking tears of joy.  I tasted one and
helped her up.  I needed to make love to her.

   We stopped 3 times on the way back to the house to kiss deeply and each
time my hands either went up her shirt to firmly squeeze and titillate her
breast, or held and squeezed the round balls of her ass.  My intention,
once inside, was no secret.  After going through the patio door she stepped
2 steps ahead of me and pulled my arm into the living room.  She pulled a
throw from the back of the sofa and laid it on the floor.  She quickly
shucked her pull-over blouse and undid her jeans taking them down with her
underwear.  Meanwhile I was kicking off my shoes and working myself out of
my pants and shorts.  I reached into the end table drawer for a condom and
she blurted out a "no."

   "You didn't need one this morning but you had it on before I could stop
you.  I started the bi-weekly patch a couple weeks ago and will go to the
monthly one when the pharmacy gets them in.  We are safe." She smiled as
she invited me to the floor with her.

   "How do you know we're safe?" I wondered, skeptical that such things
worked.

   "I just know.  I haven't used birth control like this for 6 or 7 years,
but you know.  My boobs got tender a few days after the first patch and I
just know.  My fallopian tubes are blocked so getting pregnant may be a
problem anyway.  I need to have a procedure done after my first whole month
on contraceptives.  Now get down here with me."

   What was supposed to be spontaneous now wasn't, but her lovely body
beckoning on floor in front of the sofa was hard to turn down.  To refill
the passion in the situation I simple covered her body with mine and
attached my mouth to her as her arms encircled me.  Her thin hard body felt
warm against me and I felt her trying to adjust her hips when my cock
slipped into her.  What I thought was against her thigh was apparently
close to target.  She exhaled deeply into my mouth as we broke lips.

   "Oh Robbie you feel so fucking good inside of me, just you and not that
damn latex.  Love me and blast me full.  I want to feel you dripping out of
me." She groaned in my ear.

   Now, I fashion myself a cocksman and would normally settle back on my
knees and hold my lays legs and watch her boobs roll as I pounded her.  (I
guess I watched too many porno movies.) Right at this moment I was full of
passion and with her arms around me and mine curled over her head, and my
head buried in the nape of hers, I was rutting on her like a dog in heat
and it felt awesome!  She was moaning and groaning to beat the band,
occasionally steeling her body against mine as she came.  In just a few
minutes I felt my cum rising and I did want to deposit it deep in her.  I
tipped my head slightly and nipped the lobe of her ear as I whispered, "I
love you, here's my cum".  Not exactly the talk of great romantics but in
real passion heat, it worked.

   Despite all of the sex we had, types ways and positions, this was the
most satisfying of any coupling.  Body to body, sweat sticking to both of
us, cock slopping sounds filling the room, I came through gritted teeth as
hard as I ever have.  Just as began to shoot within her I felt her steel
once more and as if there wasn't enough male and female love juices aiding
our rut, she squirted her own ejaculate over both of our genitals as she
squealed like a toy siren.

   My rutting slowed and soon I was laid exhausted over her, panting in her
ear.

   "Mmmmmmm, . . .  don't ever move.  Your cock feels like it's wormed
through me and at the base of my throat.  You possess me, and I WANT to be
possessed.  I think I had sex pee or whatever they call it." She panted to
my ear.

   "Something.  It was incredible." I said.

   Although I didn't want the moment to ever end, I was shrinking out of
her and she was leaking.  Pressing on my arms I began lift myself and soon
I was on my knees, jettisoned from her.  She went to move as if to check
out the mess just as I decided I would sweep her into my arms.  I'm no
Charles Atlas, but her even proportions made her easy to lift and carry up
the wide staircase to the bath.  Once on her feet she went right to the
bidet and I to the shower for a quick rinse.  As she straddled I didn't see
the fountain so I asked if all was OK.

   "I'm just enjoying squeezing you out of me; I've never felt it in me
before." She sighed over the shower noise before I heard the tinkle of the
fountain and she began to rinse herself.  Moments later we met under the
shower spray for a long kiss and hug.

   With few more words said we sitting on the top of the stairs in our
robes leaning, but not hugging, into each other perhaps processing all that
had happened and all that was said today.  Staring blankly through the
window over the doorway at the trees bobbing in the breeze, we were both
dumbstruck at it all.

   "We've had a lot of sex, a lot of times when I thought you made love to
me.  But that, that was, . . .  , ummmmm . . .  altogether different Rob. I
want you in so many ways, but I could trade them all for that.  I hope I
showed you as much love back.  You got all I had.  I'm speechless.  Just, I
love you and I want to be with you, make you happy and have you make me
happy." Gail said as she stared off blankly.

   "Shhhhh . . .  " I answered.  "We said it all without words; we know
where this is now and where it will be."

   We ended up dressing and going out, again with few words between us.  We
had been swept away.  I took her to The Sage Woodfire Tavern, a place out
the metro area and quiet.  They always had a light jazz playing or a live
jazz soloist to set the mood.  I had a favorite booth there and Gus the
owner could usually get it for me if I wanted to wait.  This day I was
lucky, they were just cleaning it and it was just before the dinner crowd.
I let him pick Greek wine for us and ordered a house specialty of wood-fire
seafood.  I'm sure we looked like a scene from a bad movie, feeding each
other off the skewers.  The wine was perfect, a dry yellow-green fare with
a lemon finish.  We felt we were in heaven and the food and wine had the
same ambience.  We weren't stupid enough to think we could go home and
create the same passion as before, but we were both willing to apply its
feeling to whatever else we had planned for each other.

   Simply put we were floating on the words and commitments we made
earlier. If it weren't right, it wouldn't have felt so comfortable.  We
came within a hairs breadth of proposing to each other, pledging our love,
lives and possessions to each other and we didn't feel a bit skittish about
it.  We felt so good we could barely speak, not out of fear or regret, but
out of mutual relief that one of life's burdens had been challenged and
met; we knew we found the spirit we wanted to spend the rest of our lives
with.

   We got coffee's to go and went outside to sit at one of the picturesque
tables out along the Chattahoochee.  The late fall cool meant there would
be no outside service, but the picture was just as beautiful.  The effects
of the coffee dulled the effect of the wine to be sure I had a safe drive
home with my love.  I felt self-conscious about necking in the heavy dusk
in full view of the Tavern should eyes want to search for us.  When Gail
informed me that "I want you in my mouth right here", I knew it was time to
leave.

   Words were still at a premium on the way home, but the unsaid things
were still palpable.  We had taken a long journey into the relationship
today and there was no turning back for do-overs, but I felt we were both
positive in our feelings.  Once inside the house Gail wouldn't leave my
side.  She steered me to the living room and sat on the coffee table
sliding her hands down over my ass.  She hugged her face to my crotch and
looked up at me longingly as her right hand slid around to grab hold of my
zipper tab.  She pulled it down and fished her hand inside and pulled my
hardening dick through the pocket on my briefs.  She wet her lips and slid
her mouth over it as we both swooned.  She swallowed around it a couple
times as she brought her hands up to undo my belt and pant snaps.  My pants
came down over my ass with my cock sticking though the pocket and her
beginning to move her mouth up and down over me.  She knew what she wanted
and she knew how to get it fast.  She ran her hands up the backs of my
thighs as she bobbed and snaked her fingers under the material of the leg
to hold my bare ass in her hands.  She was pulling me into her mouth and I
wasn't going to last very long.  Not only was she going to get a warm cum
surprise, but she was making sure that I lasted a long time when I finally
got to business inside of her.

   Looking at her face, her eyes closed and her mouth full of me as she
fucked me over her tongue was in itself enough to drive me over the top. 
She loved the task at hand as well as the anticipation of my climax.  She
lovingly moaned deep in her throat when she first tasted my pre-cum rise, a
moan that turned into a more shrill tone when she realized my orgasm was
starting as my cum pulsed past her lips just before it splashed into her
mouth.

   "HOLY!.....ACCCCKKKKK....OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." I announced as my spasm
overtook me and my hands clutched the cheeks of my ass as she finished me.

   I know one shot cleared her tongue before she swished her tongue over
and over the little slit that fed her.  Each swath drove me that much more
crazy, but my balls were still delivering my seed to her.  Finally amidst
my moans and cries of "uncle" she gave up the head of my cock as she held
it tight to her face.

   "Enjoy my love; I'll make you happy forever." She half whispered
closed-eyed to me as she hugged my spent dick to her face.

   She was in her own little trance hugged up against my white shorts with
me hanging out.  She pressed her nose against my shorts and inhaled before
climbing from her sitting position to wrap her arms around my neck and seem
to hold on for dear life.

   My arms went around her and swept her up to lay her on the same coffee
table she had just sat before me on.  With my belted pants just around my
knees I was in no position to walk anywhere for sure, but as she hung
around my neck I was able to pull the throw from the sofa to cover the cool
surface before I let her down.  She smiled warmly at me knowing what was
coming as I knelt at the foot of the low table where her knees lay over the
edge.  I ran my hands up her thighs to her waist and under her pullover
top. I squeezed her breasts firmly until the whole of her nipple flesh
remained between my fingertips and the ball of my palm.  She swooned and
closed her eyes as she lifted her ass off the table reacting to the tingles
she already felt in her loins.  I pinched off at her nipples before I began
to push up her top.  Satisfied when it was over her breasts I moved quickly
to her waist to undo her slacks.  As she held her breasts in her hands I
slipped her pants, with her underwear, over her legs as she lifted to let
me get them down.  The aroma from her dewy wetness filled my nose to rush
my face to her sex.

   Eating pussy was always a favorite of mine, but eating HER pussy was a
joy because she liked it sooooo much and she came like a banshee as well as
leaked like crazy.  She was a definite candidate to squirt hard because I
knew she already wasn't afraid to resist the urge to leak on me as her body
toyed with the sensation.  Tonight wouldn't be the night for me to school
her, but she leaked pretty good on her own this morning while we rutted
like animals.

   She tasted as sweet as she smelled, she was definitely the best, most
consistent tasting woman I'd ever been with.  She was wet and horny a lot
so I guess the constant flow kept her "wired" all of the time.  She never
had an odor, only a scent and her clit gets chubby and hard like no other
I've licked.  As I concentrated on the center of her clit she seemed to go
into a trance trying to modulate her breathing.  However, once I began
sawing my tongue on the underside of her clit with the stroke on my tongue
just getting into her slit she would begin to lose all control and could
sometimes see her pulling on her nipples hard enough for ME to be alarmed.
Tonight was no different.  She was humming and leaking as she twiddled her
nipples as I lapped up her sweetness as she jerked and vibrated.

   I've tasted good hard g-spot squirt and tonight she was mixing a lean
fluid.  Sometimes the ejaculate is just a bit milky and that seems to taste
the best, very mild, almost tasteless but with a sweet aftertaste.  Without
seeing it in the real light this was my guess.

   She was breathing hard and choppy and I know if I got her to spasm like
a man she could build up enough pressure to shoot like a fire hose. 
Patience like that I didn't have this night.  I wanted to run her over the
edge and tweak that little nerve until it was raw and she begged me to
stop. I already knew I was going to throw her orgasm limp body over my
shoulder and bring her upstairs to fuck her silly.

   Her pleasure train was running downhill and little could stop it as I
licked her clit and the top of her slot.  I had a hand free as I didn't
need to hold her open any longer.  I took my thumb and hooked it in the
bottom of her pussy, hearing a little groan as I did.  The pinky of same
hand easily reached her wet asshole and sink in the dilated little
aperture. As soon as the first knuckle went it she clenched hard on it and
her hard spasm began.

   "ROBBIE, NA NA NA UGHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHhhhhh AHHH!" She bellowed before
stiffening and lifting her torso from the table.

   I saw her eyeballs turn back as she went from red to ashen as I watched
her face.  I tasted her wetness and felt it run over my busy hand as she
seemed to go limp but then turn steel again.  The shrill scream that left
her lips had me worried about the neighbors again as it continued for 10 or
15 seconds but then she went lip and her hands shot down to push away at my
face.  She had enough and couldn't take any more.

   "ROB, ROB!  My heart will EXPLODE!!" She shouted in a loud gutty whisper
as she pushed away at me.

   I pulled away and let my hand out of her as I watched her enjoy the last
spasms falling back on the table.  I stood and pulled up my pants so I
could walk and pulled my undershirt out to wipe my face as the wetness got
uncomfortable.

   I knelt and pulled her up to a sitting position and put my shoulder into
her belly and stood.  She easily lifted from the table and hung over me as
I held her legs tightly as her arms dangled behind me.  I was the caveman
bringing home my prey.  She had been pleasured into submission.  When I
laid her on the bed she went into a fetal ball but I quickly took hold of
her top and got it off her shoulders and off her arms to make her nude
before me.  I got out of the rest of my clothes and stood beside the bed.
She was a bit dazed but as she looked up at me I saw her eyes dart to my
cock.  I stepped against the bed and she rolled the half turn to be flat on
her stomach taking my half hard cock in her mouth.  She nursed it as if it
were her font of life.

   Passion flowed through us again as my cock grew hard and rigid in her
mouth in moments.  She lifted her head from it and looked at me sweetly.

   "Now." Was all she said before lowering her head to rest on her twined
fingers as she spread her legs and scrunched up her knees a bit.

   I knew what she wanted as I went to the other side of the bed and
crawled behind her.  Her pussy was as red and full of blood as I've ever
seen as I pressed my cock to her lips and sunk in, both of us letting
groans of pleasure emanate from our mouths.  I fell over her and held
myself tightly to her choosing once again to rut rather than stroke into
her.  I tongued her ear and whispered my love to her as I went like an
animal at her, but I felt my cum rising already.

   I pushed myself back up to my knees and looked down at my cock in her
pretty pussy.  I held her hips and began to stroke her in long strokes, her
mouth letting out a report for each time I hit her.  "UH UH UH UH UH UH
UH!" She wailed as I fucked her.

   I looked down and saw her little asshole treasure was dilated a bit and
I couldn't resist touching it and skewering my finger in her.

   "Ohhhhhhhhhh, GOD, that too!  Fuck me there, fuck me everywhere!  UH UH
UH." She cried out in passion.

   I don't think she was really prepared to get rammed in her rear and I
wouldn't think of doing it without preparing her, but my finger in her rear
was making her feel the naughty passion of bad girl / bad boy sex.  We were
both over the line in that department, doing those things thought of as
"dirty"; the thoughts and things that made it more and more exciting with
the specter of "being caught" in the back seat or in Mom's bedroom as it
were.  Our strings couldn't be tuned any tighter at that level and I really
wanted to hold off, but my cum rose and before I could do anything to
thwart it, I was filling her pussy with my second load of the evening.

   It came up so fast I had little time to bear down on it and let it
pressure up to a hard shot.  I just oozed my cum as I let the pleasure just
take me.  The friction of my pistoning and the grip and squeeze of her
pussy put a satisfying smile on my face that I thought might never leave. I
hummed out my joy as the waves kept coming with my pushing out drops and
pearls into her.  Volume wise it was not much as my fourth of the day, but
pleasure wise it was the best in a long while.  She couldn't have sucked it
any more deftly from my balls.  This whole day of loving felt different
that any other times with Gail before.  We had turned a corner neither of
us suspected even existed, and there were no regrets.  I slipped my finger
from her ass and fell onto her, both of us breathless in post-coital
exhaustion.

   The next thing either of us became aware of was the chime of the hall
Regulator at 8 a.m.  It only chimes from 8 till 8 so it was the first sound
in the house since we collapsed.

   It took a moment for either of us to realize what had transpired and
where we were, but it all came rushing back.  I was somewhat spooned to
Gail as we cuddled, uncovered on the bed.  Once she moved the smell of
stale sex filled the air as we became aware of dried semen on both of us
and the dried puddle on the bed.

   The day before was a blur, but a watershed moment in our love and lives,
frozen in our memories.  We were spiritually married and looked at each
other in a different way from that day forward.  It was like we were
diametrically charged and when we touched that day the spark and fire
welded our spirits in a way that no mortal could change.  I was lost for
wards, but I knew each time I looked at her a satisfying warmth came over
me and she mirrored the same feeling.  The day before was something we
could never match in passion and intensity, nor did we need to.  The memory
of it was there to shade every moment we would ever share.

   Our first words of the morning after the most important day in our lives
would not be memorable.

   "I'll burst if I don't pee." Gail said as she gingerly got up holding
her belly as if it would burst with a quick movement.

   "Me too." I added as I rushed to my feet right behind her.

   It seemed forever waiting for her to finish her long stream but sensing
my impatience she yelled an OK once she finished and moved to the bidet. 
Wordlessly we faced the wall taking care of our business searching for the
first words of our new lives together.

   Before I could suggest a shower I heard her say "Damn" and leave the
room.  After my pee I gathered towels for our shower and I heard the toilet
in her room flush making me wish I had just used that facility to leave her
to her morning duties.  It was a first lesson of our "married" life.

   I hung the towels on the "tree" outside the shower door and got in and
adjusted the water.  She came in the room and went right to the bidet
again. Gail had gotten continental.  When she opened the shower door I was
taken aback by her beauty.  I swear she got more fetching in my eyes every
day.  Her breasts were pointy cones when she stood and pillowy orbs when
she lay or bent over.  Her ass was the most shapely I think I could
remember.  If I could walk past her without touching it I would worry that
I was losing my maleness.  Her flat belly and smooth mound reminded me of
female perfection.  She was made for sex, it seemed and her mind craved it
as much as her instinctive body demanded.  I remembered her demanding I
take her in her ass last night just for the fact that she could give me
that pleasure.  The thought of the pain and discomfort of such a spur of
the moment decision was out of her equation, she just wanted to be sexually
possessed and give pleasure.

   Now she was the demure pussycat coming to my arms in the warm spray that
would wash our love juices away and prepare us for another day of love
making and devotion.

   Devotion!  That was a word I sought ever since I woke.  That was what
drove my love for her.  She was devoted to me, making sure my risks and
sacrifices paid off.  She did everything to make sure that her feelings
were more than evident to me.  That coupled with the fact I truly missed
her touch, her feel and her ambience when I walked into our bedroom
yesterday morning.  I wanted to pour my heart out but didn't feel the time
was right, but when we got home from shopping and she started to pour out
her feelings to me, the moment happened.  Now with it all in the open we
were to carry on as normal, but without that "relationship fear"
uneasiness.

   She hugged to my face under the spray like a scared puppy.

   "I was a virgin yesterday." She whispered.  "Every way you made love to
me felt like the first time.  You touched me in places I never felt anyone,
even you.  I felt your heart beat in my mouth, you tasted like the love I
wished for.  It satisfied me so much.  Your mouth made such love to me I
thought I might pass out, and then I felt you inside me once again like it
was new.  That was why I wanted you back there, so I could feel a virgin
there for you too."

   I held her tight and then began to wash the body I knew I would love the
rest of my life.  The body contained the spirit of the most beautiful
person I ever met and she was totally mine in every way, just as I was
hers. This was going to work.

   We spent the rest of the Sunday together, shopping, eating and finishing
the day viewing a laser light show at Stone Mountain.  We quietly slipped
into bed together and made love before falling asleep.  The last 36 hours
had been spent digesting a new commitment to each other and tomorrow we
would start to apply that to our everyday lives to see how it fit.

   Chapter 15

   I was a little shocked to be awakened by the phone on Monday morning. 
As I put the situation together I was it was 8:30 and it was Marie, the
secretary, from work calling to be sure I was up.  I wasn't due until
around 10 for the 10:15 meeting and this was her little perk for each of
the roadmen on their first Monday back.  Today was my turn and she did her
usual little cat and mouse flirt.  I was just a little curt with her
wondering why Gail hadn't woken me.  I told Marie I would see her in an
hour or so and go up to see what was up.

   There was a note on the bathroom mirror.

   "ROBBIE, YOU LOOKED SO PEACEFUL I COULDN'T WAKE YOU.  YOU'LL NEED YOUR
REST FOR LATER.  HEE HEE KISS KISS, I LOVE YOU."

   I smiled at her insinuation, but was proud that she knew it was work
Monday and that was first.  I was all about priorities and I loved the way
she was adapting.  This was her first day to regular salary and she wanted
nothing to change that.  I know she set a goal for getting her drivers
license soon and a car after a few paychecks.  Until then the bus stop each
morning by 7:15 would be her gig.  Unfortunately I really missed seeing her
in the morning and I already hoped she woke me up the rest of the week with
her.  But for now, the shower, coffee and toast and my short drive in were
all I could think about if I wanted to be ontime.

   After being out on the road for a few weeks, my first day back at the
office was my favorite.  I got the chance to show them what was going on
"out there" and share my ideas on things.  The morning was typically a
debriefing of sorts to explain my notes and incident reports.  Supply
problems in the Mobile area were a hot topic today as security issues
reared their heads.  We had been a target of vandals twice in that area and
certain supply lines were closed for safety checks.  Unusually high demand
stretched us to the limit and never used emergency contingencies failed at
times.  I had dictated a long report with solution ideas to Marie on my
drive home and uploaded it Saturday.  When I hit the board room, the 8 page
report was in each spot around the discussion table.  Marie was as
efficient as ever.  As I read the report aloud from the overhead and
supplied photos from my digital camera I impressed myself.  Today might be
a good day to make a pitch for an inside gig.

   After my report and a review of the highlights of the previous weeks
field reports they had a company news blurb that told of retirements and
acquisitions, etc.  Today's ended with, "Iggy Cooper today adds a new full
time Geo-CAD to his team after a 6 week temp stint.  Her name is Gail Hunt
and she has the credentials to be a major contributor with AmeriGas.  We're
excited to have her on our team."

   I stood up to speak before the meeting was to break at the end of the
announcements.

   "Ummm, ...before rumors and stories start to get around I want to get
this out in the open." I began.  "Gail Hunt, the new Geo-CAD, is an old
college friend of mine.  Recently she and I have entered into a
relationship together.  We don't consider it a fling, and with my position
on the road it doesn't violate our frat policies.  She's very serious about
her career here and we don't want rumors to float around."

   At the head of the table the two VP's exchanged whispers and looked at
me as I retook my seat.

   "Rob, we don't see any problem with this, especially since you came
forward.  Good luck." One of them said before he stood and looked at the
group and said, "I think we're done, let's dismiss."

   We all stood and gathered our things from the table.  Iggy Cooper came
over to me.

   "That was probably the best way to handle it.  Way to go.  Those guys
know what she's capable of already so I wouldn't worry."

   As we broke up and everyone headed for the halls and elevators I was
able to catch up to Seth Maris, a VP.  Seth had been an assistant coach at
Minnesota when I was trying to walk onto the hockey team.  He was out of
school about 4 years then, but helped out with the Gophers program each
Fall.  I suspected he was a big alumni contributor to the Hockey program
and strapping on the skates with the team as they whittled down to a squad
was one of his perks.  I knew him well from each of my 4 years as the third
goalie and the practice goalie.

   "Seth, do you have a minute?  I want to thank you for cutting some slack
on my ummm . .  relationship.  It's a part of the reason I wanted to talk
to you.  I'm not asking you to come off the road, but if anything should
become available here in house, I want you to know I would like to be
considered."

   "Want to spend more time at home with your new love, huh?" He answered
smiling.

   "Well, sort of.  It would be nice.  I mean our time together is great
but being away has been a drag.  By the time something opens up I may have
changed my mind.  We're just going through that building block phase of our
relationship and I just wish I was home more.  I'm home for two weeks this
trip and I have my hiatus time, so it will actually be three.  So as you
can imagine, leaving is hard.  I probably have my head up my butt the first
few days I'm out, but I'm sure I'll be over that.  I guess I really feel
this is the real thing and it's getting pretty serious.  I wouldn't want to
be married this way." I explained as honestly as I could.

   "Listen Rob, I totally understand and you wouldn't be the first man who
would want to be home if he were just married.  We know it goes with the
territory.  Let things play out, but I'll keep you in mind if we think
anything fits you in here.  Send me a memo to remind me once I get back to
my office.  I'd hate to lose you on the road, but I'd hate even more if you
left the company.  By the way, you've picked yourself a pretty smart girl
there.  Iggy wants to turn the whole department over to her if he gets his
Masters and puts in for another department." Seth said, easing my
trepidations about even asking.

   As the elevator closed and I walked back up the hallway I felt pretty
good.  Seth had endorsed both of us and seemed to understand my mental
predicament with our relationship and knew he would have to provide a fix
should we really get crazy and make the big step.  Today was Gail's first
real official day on the job after her temp status had run out and a VP of
the firm was talking about her taking over one of the most important
departments in the company's profit and R and D structure.  They weren't
handling her as a new hire, they were handling her as if THEY paid her way
through college and touted her.

   I checked my watch and saw it was almost one o'clock and I was feeling
hungry.  I buzzed Gail's phone and I heard it roll over to the floor
receptionist.

   "Gail Hunt's phone, can I help you?"

   "Yes, is she out of the office?"

   "Yes, but she is in the building and I can get her a message if it's
urgent."

   "No - no.  Is she at lunch?"

   "Ummmm . . .  Mr.  Preston?  She said she was going to grab a bite and
workout.  She expected you to call."

   "Oh!  Umm OK, thanks." I said as I headed towards the gym.

   You have to walk to the end of the third floor and down a ramp past
windows that overlook the gym.  The gym consisted of a floor full of
exercise machines, stair climbers, treadmills and fixed resistance modules.
There were a few mats for exercising.  From noon till two and again from
five until seven there were usually a couple spotters to assist anyone. 
The company was very health conscious with the ulterior motive of keeping
health care costs down.  The most endearing part of the gym was the
elevated track that circled the large high ceiling room.  That was where I
saw Gail through the overlook windows as I went down the ramp to the
entrance.  I stopped to watch her jog by.  My cock fluttered in my pants as
I saw her in her tight little outfit.  As she went by I watched her ass as
her legs pumped.  Good Lord, she was a picture!  I stood to watch her go by
again but she finished her run and I saw her go down the steps into the
women's locker and shower.  I suspected she was just inside cooling down,
but I thought it best to leave her be.

   After grabbing a quick bite in the cafeteria I felt my cell vibrate and
I saw it was Gail returning my call.

   "Did you call me on business?" She queried as I answered.

   "Yes.  Monkey." I answered.

   "Huh?  What?" she answered confused.

   "Monkey business!" I said with a chuckle.

   Oh, sorry Rob.  I'm just real busy so I can get done with a project for
Iggy.  He's leaving for New Orleans tonight and needs it.  I'll start
dinner for us.  If you don't get a call you'll be home just after 6,
right?"

   "Yes, Ms Hunt. . . . . .Jeepers Gail, can you turn it off for a second.
How about, hello Robbie I miss you today?"

   Her voice turned to a sexy growl.  "You'll know how much I missed you
later.  Maybe we can feed each other?"

   "Now, I'm sweating.  Sorry to bother you.  I'll see you at home." I said
as she laughed and got back to her work.

   I realized another quality I admired in her.  She was able to take her
emotions about our relationship, which were quite great, and bottle them
and set them aside and be just as passionate about her other "loves".  She
truly loved her work.  Her sense of self-satisfaction and accomplishment
drove her madly towards her goal.  However, when she walked out the door
she was able to leave the job behind.  I suspect her former life style of
being mad at the world, mad at God and wanting to show the world as much,
helped nurture this quality.  At first she had to know how freaky she
looked and acted, but she kept herself strong and told herself not to bend.
However, when she was in class she was all business, and I do mean ALL. 
Having the where with all to turn that world grudge off long enough to
devote her mind to her studies was like she partitioned her brain, like one
might a hard drive on their computer.

   I did my best to put my anticipation of being with her in the back of my
mind and devote my thoughts to work as well.  The day was cruising by with
my catching up with paperwork and making out itineraries when I felt my
pager go off.  Looking down at it I saw that I was in the tan
Amerigas-Amerifuels road tech uniform and was quick to remember I was on
call.

   I dialed the service number and got the lowdown on a problem right in
Metro Atlanta.  There was a gas smell in the area of Turner Field and
around Pulliam Street; and Georgia and Capitol Avenues.  The report was
followed quickly by a call from Turner Field itself saying that the gas
pressure was low.  In less than 3 hours they were to host a High School
football pre-season match-up of county rivals.  It was a yearly charity
game and they expected 25,000 or more fans to be there.  Football of any
kind is big in Georgia.

   I called and sent prelim crews to the site and followed up with police
and fire crews to be ready to handle an emergency.  Fire crews would assist
us in getting into the sewer systems and prepare to vent them if necessary.
All downtowns fear a trapped underground gas explosion in the
infrastructure of the sewers.  This had the earmarks of just such a
situation.  All enroute crews were told of what it "sounded" like so they
could take precautions upon arrival.  If there were a problem it meant
closing I-20 and I-75/85 which crossed almost over the area.  Doing so with
the prospect of 20,000 additional cars coming to a game only increased the
mess and the possibility of a bigger disaster.

   I was in an emergency vehicle with flashing lights on my way within a
few minutes.  Our on site fire crew were trained first responders and our
lights and sirens got the same respect that municipal engines got.

   When I arrived our first crews were already measuring gas from cracks in
the pavement at street level and along the curbs.  Metro Atlanta fire
fighters were there just behind us and they were gingerly opening a manhole
after gelling it down to make sure no sparks were created.  Hosenoses were
sent down into the sewer lines and, thankfully, we found no detection of
natural gas.  Meanwhile crews were getting strength readings from different
areas of the affected streets and began to pin down where a break might be.
This could end up being a simple fix-up after all.  Pulling out our
blueprints of the area we began to turn gas cocks off to isolate the
affected streets and still keep Turner Field online.  Where it didn't seem
possible as first, we did come up with routing to facilitate our needs. 
Then I was off to Turner to check for pressure and be sure there were no
additional problems.

   It was pushing 6 o'clock and parking lots were still closed and traffic
was bound as far as the eye could see, but traffic was moving unless you
were trying to get off at any Turner Field exits.  By 6:10 we gave the all
clear to open parking lots and permit the game to go on.  We found the
source of the leak, let it vent to make it safe and ending up only closing
one block of one street; an inconvenience for sure, but an easy one when
you consider what the possibilities could have been.  My own expertise was
never needed on this emergency, but having the luxury of knowing that up
front was impossible.  A smell of gas in the streets and low pressure
usually means a build up is contained and that means disaster I was 20
minutes late being home and I hadn't called Gail yet, and I was at least an
hour from walking in my door.  After being called out once, it would take a
dire emergency for me to get a second call.  I wasn't on a service or
repair crew, I was just their guide to safely do their job when the
situation called for it.  Then I followed up with the why and how to
prevent it from happening again.

   "Hey, babysweets, I guess you know I'm late.  I'm out on call." I said
as she answered the phone.

   "I know.  Iggy called me as soon as you left the garage.  I even saw you
on the live news cam on channel 63.  Are you through?" she asked.

   "Yes I just have to file a report and drive home.  Lets look at 7:30
OK?" I offered.

   "OK, be careful!  Do your job, we have forever . . .  but tonight would
be nice." She chuckled.

   I was back at Amerigas in a few minutes and got the on-call secretary to
depose me.  I hated that word, it sounded like I do or did something
illegal.  Actually it was just the opposite, it was to keep our ass covered
for lawyers and possible law suits.  Tonight was a simple settlement
rupture in a very soft firmament under the pavement, next to the sewer
line, probably caused by the massive construction project of tearing down
Fulton County Stadium and building Turner Field.  In city infrastructure if
there is heavy gas smell on the street, 95 times out of a 100, the sewers
are ripe for explosion as they build pressure and take away from the
customer pressure.  A spark in this unnoticed condition could take out a
couple city blocks.  My deposition definitely justified my actions with
police and fire, as well as permitting the game to proceed as planned.  At
7:15 I was driving home with a clear head and a lot of anticipation of my
evening with Gail.  God, I loved her and missed her.
I parked he car and went in through the mud room and immediately my
senses were filled with good smells from the kitchen.  Gail greeted me at
the kitchen with a long deep kiss and tight hug.  She turned and picked up
two glasses of wine she had poured and we clinked before sipping.  As we
walked into the kitchen I saw she had to places set at the end of the
breakfast counter where we could sit almost face to face.  She pulled out

my chair and I sat while she served.

   Salmon fillets with steamed veggies filled the plates she brought out
and her secret was known.  Chef Carmina, a neighbor of mine, was a TV chef
and had a small catering business.  She froze her specialties for me and
delivered them every week or so.  She was a rotund woman in her fifties
whom I met when I first moved in.  She admired my lawn and landscaping as I
set my yard up.  She brought me a couple of her frozen specialties as a
housewarming, friendly gesture.  I was blown away at the quality and asked
if she could supply more, offering to pay.  Since that time she would stop
over Mondays if she saw the kitchen lights on and deliver her flash frozen
specialties.  I usually gave her $100 which she would put down her cleavage
and say it would go to her grandchild's college find.  She enjoyed our
weekly visits and I enjoyed the food.  To her they may have been TV and
catering leftovers, to me it was a way to get a good hot meal without
investing the time.

   "You met Carmina tonight didn't you?" I said with a smile.

   "Yes, she startled me at first, this big woman with a cooler on wheels
at my door.  She introduced herself and I remembered you mentioning her
before.  She grilled me and told me to watch you.  She said you always
flirted with her, and then told me her heart belonged another." Gail
explained.

   "Yes, her husband died, apparently a long time ago.  She has a son with
a 12 year old grandchild that she worships.  It's Monday and you turned on
the kitchen light.  That means I'm home for the week and she gathers 10 or
15 dinners for me and comes over.  If I'm not busy we talk." I said as we
began to eat.

   "She can see into the kitchen?"

   "Not really.  It's just that the crystal in that light by the window
makes it obvious it's on through the trees."

   "That's good.  I wouldn't want her to see what I was going to do after
you finish eating."

   "Really!" I remarked.

   "Uh huh, I've had this urge to get naughty with you all day long."

   "I saw you in the gym for a minute.  I wanted to see your cute ass go by
again but you finished running as I got there."

   "I didn't even know you came down.  I guess we were both pretty busy
today.  I may give you a good look at my ass tonight, but you might better
think about my dessert for now." She purred.

   Gail could be so blatantly sexy or incredibly coy when she wanted. 
Tonight she combined the two and was just going to be plain naughty.  She
loved being my pleaser, making me happy and contented with her sexy skills.
Most of all I loved how much she enjoyed making me happy.  Tonight I would
take advantage of that and she was going to go to sleep quite well
pleasured herself.

   We finished our dinner and made goo-goo eyes while we downed the wine
she had picked for us.  Then she got up and took the plates to the sink and
she came around behind me on my swivel stool at the breakfast counter.  She
wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled my neck while she whispered.

   "Ya know, before you sex was always for pleasure or to stay popular.  I
can't tell you how wonderful it is to make love to you and have you make
love to me.  Touching you, feeling you, tasting you makes me tingle from
head to toe.  I was in heaven all weekend and now I know we can have a
little piece of that anytime we're together." She whispered cat-like.

   Before I could comment or answer she stepped back and spun my stool
around.  While she locked her lips to mine her hands went to my fly.

   "I want my dessert and I want it now." She growled.

   My zipper went down as a smile crept across my face.  A wanton woman
with wanton intentions was to my liking, especially when it was Gail.  She
looked down as she fished my cock from my pants.  I wasn't totally hard
yet, but was well on my way with no oral help from her.  Her head went down
and I felt the warmth of her mouth as she sighed over me in satisfaction
like she was slipping into a warm tub.  She bobbed up and down a few times
and then she held just the head in her mouth as she rolled her jaw on me.
As she did this her little fingers worked at my belt and the snap on my
uniform pants.  She opened my pants and began to fuck her mouth over me
again.  I wished I could see her face but she was standing and leaning over
me, her hands on my knees.  Suddenly her head popped up and she looked at
me square.

   "Your pants and shorts Robbie.  OFF!  I want those balls.  You'll lick
every inch of me later, and I want all of you." She demanded as began to
follow her orders.  I stood up and my pants fell and she pulled my briefs
down as I resettled my butt on the stool.  Her mouth went over my cock as
she filled one hand with my balls and she steadied herself with her other
hand on my knee.  After a few quick dives down on my cock she let me go and
squat before me pressing her mouth to my balls sack, filling her cheeks
while her tongue tried to move in the crowded spaced until she let them out
and took one at a time between her lips.  The thumb of her right hand
massaged in small circles right behind the V at the bottom of my cock head.
After they were good and wet she pulled her mouth back to my cock, but said
just before going back down on me, "I want that ball juice in my mouth."

   If she wanted me to cum quickly, she certainly knew how.  She couldn't
have been sexier and just plain naughty.  Her squat disappeared as her ass
rose again and she was bent over me fucking my cock with her mouth to beat
the band.  One hand was on my knee and the other was playing with her
nipple through her sweater top.  Her breathing told me she was going to cum
and that was all the inspiration I needed.

   Her mouth tightened over me and the hand from my knee went to the base
of my cock to pump so she didn't need any signal from me I was near.  I
leaned back onto the stool and let go with my load as she hungrily
swallowed and teased me with her tongue.

   Besides deep groans from my throat I don't recall saying anything.  The
animal in both of us took over and after the last drops leaked from me into
her mouth she just held the head in her mouth.  When I gasped "Oh God!" she
let it fall from her lips and stood up a bit before falling forward onto
me.

   She was a bit frantic in her voice saying, "I need relief, my pussy is
SO hot and WET!" before climbing almost over me to the counter, laying flat
on it while her fingers gripped the other side and her legs dangled off
just to the side of me.  Her movements almost pushed me off the stool and I
needed no hint or encouragement.  Her skirt was already hiked up from when
she squatted in front of me and she wasn't wearing any panties.  I squat
down and buried my face in her split and got her clit between my lips and
worked her over to relieve her as soon as I could.  When she let go a
couple deep sighs I knew I relieved her immediate problem and sought out to
taste the rest of her tasty quim.  She was fresh as a daisy from riding the
"french pony" in the bathroom and I went to town.  I licked and sucked her
as deeply as I could before getting back to her clit working over that
nerve.  She came a couple times in little spasms, but I needed a better
angle at her to get her off like she wanted.  With her knees almost on my
shoulders I stood up a bit until she crawled forward rest her knees on the
counter.  I could stand and bend over her much like she had me now.

   She pushed her ass back to me as my lips locked on her clit while I held
her cheeks in my hand.  She huffed and puffed before growling deeply and
bearing back on my mouth hard as I heard her call my name from deep in her
throat.  I let her clit go and went right for her spread ass to get at her
little butthole.  She lurched forward with an "Ahhhhhhhh" as I ran my
interested tongue over and over the little slot, kissing and licking it.

   Her shoulders rose and lowered on the counter alternately as she enjoyed
getting her ass eaten while my thumb played with her clit.

   "That's where all this leads to Robbie.  I want you in my ass.  Take me
and fill me.  Possess me, fill me with your cum.  Push him deep up my pussy
until I can't take anymore then put him up my ass and finish in me.  You
are mine, your cum in my belly, make me yours with your cum deep inside my
very being.  Do this for me!"

   She had obviously thought about his a lot today, or at least since she
was home alone.  She wanted some ritual to seal what we had all weekend
when she felt like a virgin everywhere.  This would seal it, finish it, and
lose her last virginity.  She had tuned me as taut as a man could get.  My
passion would not deny her.

   With her skirt pushed up over her waist and her sweater pushed up over
her breasts I, for the second time in a few days, put her over my shoulder
to carry her to our bed.  At the top of the stairs I decided to bring her
right into the bath.  I set her on the counter and kissed her pouty,
anxious face.  Before she could react I stepped back and pulled her sweater
over her head.  While I kissed her face again I worked at the stays on her
skirt.  Once undone, I pulled her forward and she got to her feet so I
could push the garment down.

   Before me nude I was reminded once again of her physical beauty and how
lucky I was.  I wrapped my arms around her and was about to attach my mouth
to hers when she pushed me away and took hold of shirt and began to pull it
over my head, although it was a button down.  She wanted me nude as well.
We stood and embraced in a long necking kiss before she broke it and turned
around and leaned over the cool bathroom counter.  I opened the drawer to
my right and took out a tube of water based lube gel.

   Looking to her perfect ass displayed before me, my cock jumped in
anticipation.  I stepped to her and placed myself at the entrance to her
pussy and slid into her as she moaned in satisfaction.  Her warmth around
me sated my urge to just tear her up so I could open the tube and squeeze a
blob on my thumb.  As I pulled from her just a bit I placed my thumb over
her little hole and pushed in, causing her to start.  My cock and my thumb
gave her a slow dual penetration fuck while she whimpered and gasped.  I
felt myself begin to get react to my fucking and it was way too soon for
that.  With my thumb still impaled in her, I let my cock drop out as she
sighed.  I opened the drawer once more and took the flavored liquid lube
out.  I drizzled it down her rear crease and as my thumb fucked her,
pushing it inside while she hummed approval of my rear digital fucking.

   I slid my thumb from her and ran my hand up her back as I lay over her.

   "Come to the bed and we'll make passion." I whispered as I picked up
towels to lay under us in our bed.  She rose and turned and looked to me
for help.  I picked her up, in my arms this time, and took her to the bed.
I set her down, spread the towels and pulled the sheet over her as I
crawled in beside her.

   I expected her to be a tiger once we hit the sheets but she turned
docile.  I'm not really sure if her emotions caught up with her or if she
was just plain tired, but she certainly was not done for the night.

   I spooned up behind her, wrapping my hands around her tightly, slipping
one under her so I could hold both of her breasts.  My passion was built as
I growled in her ear about my love and how excited she had made me.  My
middle poked at her, searching for her warmth and I slipped easily into her
smooth pussy again, causing us both to start with pleasure.  I pumped
slowly in and out of her while I kept my litany of devotions going in her
ear.  Liquid lube was leaking from her and coating my cock reminding me of
the task I was to perform for her.

   "Are you ready for me to fill you?" I asked.

   "Yes, please Robbie.  I need you to possess me, take my ass." She said
anxiously.

   I didn't want to hear her ask or beg one more time and I was ready to
feel the warm glove of her ass.  I moved my hip back and when I felt the
head of my cock trapped between her pussy lips I guided it up till I felt
he dimple in the middle of her crease and turned my body toward hers.  I
slipped easily into her as I pushed the breath from her.

   "Ohhhhhh, Rob you're in me.  I can feel you, every inch.  Don't move!"
She groaned.

   I wanted to obey her request not to move, but I had to impale her fully
first.  I swung my leg over her and almost got on top of her until I was
fully pressed into her.  She blew all the air from her lungs and groaned
deeply as I rolled back, keeping my deep penetration of her.

   We lay for a few moments motionless as we grew accustomed to each other.

   "You're part of me, fuck me, love me take me." She begged in a low
whisper.

   My face was pressed to her ear, my body pressed to hers as my hands were
full of her breasts.  My hips undulated as I began to fuck her deeply, but
slowly, in her most private place.  She felt not so much tight as snug, her
bowels hugged to me as her rectum seemed to milk me as it tried to thwart
me each time I stroked back.  Spontaneous spasm and orgasm swept her body
as she moaned and seemed to exalt in the satisfaction of being taken this
way.  Her enjoyment may have been more spiritual than physical as she felt
the meaning of the act, the total giving of her ultimate private place, now
open for her lover to enjoy.  As much as I also felt the spiritual giving
from her soul, the physical pleasure was beyond words.  If a woman could
combine her mouth and her pussy and bring her lover the physical pleasures
of both, this particular intercourse was it.  I was a little sad to think
as we rode the pleasure of this that it was probably the last time we would
ever have a moment like this exact moment.  I was somewhat sure we would
have anal coupling again, but at this height of passion and feelings it
might be impossible.

   I felt my own orgasm rising and I knew I could do nothing to slow or
stop it.  I tried not to change the meter of my stroke, but it became
impossible as I heard the muffled slap of my hips to her sweet cheeks. 
After a good 10 longs strokes to squeeze my orgasm from me I humped up over
her again and held her.

   She had tears in her eyes and I worried I hurt her.

   "Are you OK?  Did I hurt you?  Was I too rough?" I asked worried.

   "No No No, not that at all.  It was just perfect.  So beautiful.  Your
cum was so warm I felt it inside me.  I tried to squeeze you in rhythm of
your movements to make it as good as it was for me.  I love you, I am yours
completely now and you are mine.  I want to be with you forever.  I hope
that doesn't scare you." She cried and hiccoughed out.

   "No, I'm not afraid of your feelings at all.  You know I feel the same
way.  We are one, we are forever.  I don't know how I could change that." I
heard myself say, though I hardly knew where the words came from.

   I continued to hold her tight as I began to shrink within her.  I felt
air gurgle and bubble around my cock as she began to lose my load and the
air I pumped into her.  I should have got her up to make sure she didn't
develop cramps, but everything seemed to be OK.  She was involuntarily
farting out the air around me as my cum ran out through her dilated little
hole.  We could hardly let lose of each other at this time.  There was no
place for embarrassment or politeness.  We fell asleep coupled and leaking.

   I woke with a terrible urge to pee and looked to the clock radio and saw
12:05.  My cock had long since fell from her ass and we had slept for about
ninety minutes or so.  My movements stirred her as I felt her fingers grip
mine that were still at her breasts.
"We better get up and clean up before we get back to sleep." I said as I

rolled up to sit and then stand.

   Gail was not as quick to move but she turned to sit and stand herself,
extending an arm for me to help her.

   "Go and pee so I can sit on there." She said to hurry me once she was
assured she had her sea legs.

   After I peed I let her have the toilet while I went out to gather the
soiled towels that covered where we lay.  She was using the bidet when I
returned saying she was OK.  She motioned me over and had me straddle it
myself and showed me how to adjust the fountain as I cleaned my own
genitals.  I felt funny at first, but I was glad I tried it.

   Moments later we were back in bed and quickly asleep in each others
arms. This was the cap-off of our super weekend of devotion and love
realization.  Though we might always feel this way and deeper, the
expression might never hit the pitch we found in the 72 hour period when we
realized and consummated our love.

   END