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 Chapter One

   May 31, 2013 As if moving to a new home in a new city wasn't stressful
enough, the reason I was moving had me nervous as well.  If I may back up a
few spaces,. . . . . . .  I work for a Nanoscale Science firm, World
ChipTech, involved with the making of microchips for a contract with one of
the largest computer manufacturers in the world.  The particular department
I worked in, and many like it in our plant were overstaffed until our next
contract, rumored to be a government commitment worth Billions.  We were
all electrical engineers whose skill would be needed down the road and the
thought of laying people off didn't sit well with HR, only because by 2015
they would have put the call out for all of us and more to fulfill the
upcoming contract order.  As simple as it sounds, skilled micro engineers
in Nanoscale science do not grow on trees and don't have much problem
finding work, especially if you're willing to relocate, but usually it's
overseas.

   For the past 2 months, while we waited for the bulk of our production
contracts to kick in, many of our production wheels were being skimmed. 
(Skimmed was a company term for "transfer out" A wheel was 9 work stations
manned by 9 engineers doing precision work.  Each work station was referred
to as a spoke, 9 spokes in a wheel) They would send you to one of our 5
other plants around the world with no promise of a return to your former
plant.  I didn't want to leave California for any place out of the States,
and my only domestic option was going to be New York.  At the end of 2012
they skimmed 6 of our 9 wheels, sending 6 men and women in the same boat as
me, age 28 to 35 and just comfortable in our post college careers.

   I was just preparing to leave work on the last day of May this year when
I got an email flash to report to HR before I left.  I had no way to avoid
it, as much as I wanted to.  I was just going on vacation for a week.  My
electronic timecard wouldn't scan and a "report to HR" message would appear
on the scanner.  I had seen it tried before.  So I closed up my computer
and set things straight as if I were just going on vacation and trudged up
the hallway to the elevator and the 6th floor, past the doors that held
people making after work plans.

   I expected there would be 5 or 6 of us in the waiting area, but I was
alone.  The receptionist desk was empty and I contemplated just sitting and
waiting when the receptionist came out of the main office with signed
documents she must have had to mail and smiled real big at me.

   "Mattie Cymbol?" She asked brightly.

   "That's me." I said, not half as excited as she was.

   "Go right in, they're waiting for you!" She sparked as she slid into her
high crescent reception desk.

   I went to the door and took a deep breath and opened it.  Instead of one
HR head sitting there behind his desk, waiting to swing his ax at me, there
were 4 suits behind a long table adjacent to the empty desk.

   "Mattie, grab a seat right here." The guy, second to the right said
pointing to 3 chairs just to the left of the table.

   I wanted to just say, "Just do it, get it over with.  Tell me where I'm
being skimmed to fuck up my life forever."

   "I'm Roger Dean, head of HR and this is Doreen Patterson, HR
Coordinator, and these two gentlemen to the other side of me are Simon
Heifitz and Joseph Condon, both evaluators who micro manage our science
talent, to put it simply."

   I nodded and half smiled to each, looking to see if Ms Patterson had a
ring on, she was quite a looker.  She didn't.

   Roger Dean cleared his throat and got my attention and began to speak.

   "We've managed to avoid skimming these last two quarters, but your work
has got our attention and we've decided to make a move."

   ""Holy FUCK!" I thought, "They're gonna fire my ass!" Ran through my
head and I was prepared to fight for my job, but then Dean spoke up again.

   "Do you think you could command a wheel of spokes at our facility in
Upstate New York?  That's 9 work stations or spokes in the wheel, just like
here.  You'll assign the work, distribute it where it works best and
fastest.  Your work is exemplary, imaginative, and constant.  We need a new
command position doing exactly what we do here.  As a matter of fact, when
you sit at your computer there you'll think you're right here in California
at our plant.  They are that much alike.  Before you judge and give us an
answer, we realize you've stagnated, salary wise as we wait for the next
phase of THE CONTRACT.  I'm thinking you would be happy to get a 30K
increase to go along with your responsibilities.  Your personal production
alone has kept your wheel from being skimmed and we need that attitude when
this position opens in New York.  We see you have next week off, then how
about giving you two paid administrative weeks to move and get settled. 
Then you can go in and observe for a week before taking over the command of
the wheel."

   I was overwhelmed and couldn't think of anything to say except, "Who am
I replacing?"

   "A woman who was from Norway and wants to go home to our facility there.
She's a very special talent, much like you, and we did not want to lose
her. Her request came at a time we had to make a HR move over there.  This
opens quite a door for you.  Funny how dominoes fall." He said as I felt my
breathing begin to turn to normal.

   Ms.  Patterson sat up and looked at me carefully, knowing she had my
attention.  "How does this sound?  Take your week vacation and come back a
week from Monday and give us your decision.  Look at the logistics of the
deal and decide if it's right for you."

   I nearly jumped out of my chair.  "I don't need the week!  I'll take it!
I love California but I have no ties here.  No family, no wife.  I've
needed a jump start and at this point in my career it would be foolish to
refuse such an opportunity."

   The way Roger Dean's eyes looked at me as I said that I knew he thought
to himself "refuse it and it will be the LAST offer you ever get."

   "You're absolutely sure?  No one to talk this over with?" Ms Patterson
said.

   "No, I don't even have a person to call and announce it to."

   "Parents?  No brothers, sisters, aunts or uncles, a girlfriend?" She
asked with a weird smile.

   "No one." I said sensing she felt sorry for me, but I never knew those
connections, so I never missed them.  I've had plenty of girlfriends, but
nothing ever serious.  My parents had me late in life, a certain mistake,
but certainly welcome.  I was an only child after some miscarriages when my
Mom was younger, and I was unexpected.  They both passed before they got to
70, my Dad from emphysema, he had worked in coal mines when he was younger,
and my Mom from lung cancer, and she had been a heavy smoker before I was
born.  They were both oldest of small families, and it ended up, I really
had no one.

   In my field at college we were all career minded geeks and sex was a
check valve of life.  I hooked up with many co-eds, but they all considered
school and career as number one priority.  Most of us were on some sort of
scholarship that, if we lost it, we could never afford the education it was
providing.  "If you're special and you know it, raise your hand." was a
common theme.

   Ms.  Patterson looked to Roger Dean and the others before Dean nodded to
her and she got up and heel clicked her way out of the room.  All eyes were
on the chassis that carried her out and then we all looked down,
embarrassed that we all had the same thoughts.

   I looked up to Dean and he smiled to me.  "Swallow.  Your heart is still
in your throat.  Yes, this is really happening."

   He couldn't have been more right.  I was elated, frightened, and
trepidatious, all at once.

   I looked back at him and suddenly he seemed to take a fatherly position
towards me and said, "Don't worry, you can do this.  Multibillion dollar
operations don't do these things frivolously.  We've checked you out quite
extensively.  You are our man."

   His words gave me an orgasm of the mind, like confetti and streamers in
my head as Doreen Patterson came back in the room with a folder and a thick
leather brief.  She handed me the brief with its gold clasp and my initials
engraved on it and retook her seat at the table before me as she opened the
folder.

   "In that brief you will find everything you will need to facilitate this
move.  Information on selling your condo, with our assistance of course,
your hotel reservations in New York as well as information on 3 condominium
communities we think you'll find a good choice with.  You keep paying your
current mortgage and we'll take care of your new mortgage until you sell.
We'll provide you with PODS to pack in and we'll see they are moved to your
new place, when you find one.  In the meantime we'll put them into a
storage facility until the time you need them.  Your plane tickets are in
there, you just need to make the reservations for the day you are leaving.
You have a voucher for a rental car there good for a month, and by that
time your vehicle here will have been shipped.  That can take a few weeks.
Go home look that over and call me if you have any questions.  Here is my
cell number for any questions." She said her last line as she got up and
came to me with a hesitation and a quick wink only I saw.

   "Holy Shit!" I thought to myself.  "Not only was I getting the prize
package of my life, I think she came on to me."

   I tried to give an acknowledging smile without being overt to the other
men.

   Roger Dean stood and the others joined him.

   "Mattie, we've facilitated these transfers before and Ms.  Patterson has
got all your bases covered.  You take your vacation, when you get back, get
packed, and PODS will load the unit or units and ship them to a site nearby
our New York plant.  Then fly to New York, get your rental car, check into
your hotel and look for a place to live.  Once you have it call Ms. 
Patterson with the details.  Let the office out there know you're in town,
your badge is in the packet.  Everything is arranged and all you have to do
is put the pre-planned actions in motion.  Your cubicle has been packed and
is waiting for you at the desk out in the waiting area."

   I stood and was about to shake hands with each of them when it occurred
to me, and I asked aloud.

   "My cubicle is packed?  What if I turned it down?" I asked with a half
smile.

   "You were going to be skimmed and work for whomever we chose instead of
you." Dean said adding, "We weren't trying to be heavy handed with that
alternative, it's just business Mattie."

   I was a little miffed at his words, but I do understand that if a person
turns down a promotion, they usually have blocked any forward progress in
their career.  But, here I thought I made a decision about my career, and
they had already made it for me.

   I went into the outer office and there was the box with my life at World
ChipTech.

   "Here are your things Mr.  Cymbol!" The bubbly Admin Assistant said. 
"Would you like me to call someone to help you carry them out?

   "No, I can handle them myself, thank you." I said smiling.

   "Well, you're on the management team now and these things are available
to you." She bubbled.

   I took the box of my things and walked the elevator asking myself if I
was going to become a prima donna now that I was in management.  I answered
myself with a decisive NO.  I hated executives who inherited a chip on
their shoulder to go with their nameplate on a desk.  I was a hard worker,
a conscientious worker, and that was not going to change.

   I sort of floated on air the rest of the night and stayed home to
celebrate, feeling that if I called any of my friends, most of who I worked
with, I would be throwing it in their face.  I drank a split of champagne
that came in a gift basket last Christmas and began to gather things in
preparation of moving.  I stopped my packing and sorting for a moment to
call and cancel my reservation Las Vegas where I had planned to drive
Monday morning.

   "Shit," I thought to myself.  I'll pack up Monday, Tuesday, and finish
getting out of here on Wednesday.  If I tie up all my loose ends FIRST, my
vacation can be the free days I have before I start work.

   I took the brief from Doreen Patterson and got the information on my
flight, my NY hotel, but search as I might I couldn't find the info on PODS
or the voucher for them.  It was only 8:30 so I decided to call Ms
Patterson and ask about it.  I wanted an excuse to call her, and now I had
a good one.

   "Hello?"

   "Good evening Ms.  Patterson, this is Mattie Cymbol."

   "Oh, so glad you called.  After you left I saw the PODS folder on my
desk.  If you want to stop in at the office next week to get it.  Oh, wait
a minute, you're going on vacation next week." She said.

   "Well, that's part of the reason I called.  I'm going to take care of
all of that stuff next week and free up some time AFTER I get to New York."

   "You didn't give me time to finish, I was going to say you could come
over and pick it up this weekend, or . . .  even tonight if you want." She
said, her voice softening.

   I thought "Damn, she WAS coming on in the office, unless I'm a total
idiot to assume it."

   "Um Yeah, I could come over, where do you live?"

   "Are you familiar with Red Basin Estates?" She asked

   "Oh yes, it's only a few minutes from here.  I drive by on the way to
work."

   "Great then.  I'm at 777 Red Circle Drive.  I'll leave a light on. 
There's a red Mustang in the drive.  You can't miss me." She said
finishing.

   Hoping I wouldn't make a fool of myself I ran to the bathroom, turned on
the shower and hopped in.  I did a quick wash and put on clean shorts and a
new colored tee, going commando with no underwear.  If she just came to the
door and just handed the stuff to me, it was all in my imagination.

   I was at her door within 15 minutes of when I called and she came to the
door in short shorts and a bikini top (Not out of the ordinary, this WAS
California, and it was the beginning of summer.

   "Hi Ms Patterson, I hope it's not an inconvenience to get this stuff to
night I . . . ."

   "Oh stop it Mattie!  Call me Doreen, come on in." She said, turning and
walking giving me a great show with her ass in those little shorts.  She
turned and saw me looking and she blushed.  "You know what?  Come out by
the pool.  I was working out there and that's where I noticed I still had
those vouchers.  She said.

   "Oh?" I said "I thought you said you noticed the PODS folder on your
desk after I left." I said raising my eyebrows and giving her a little
smirk.

   She blushed real hard and searched for words before smiling back.

   "I guess I'm busted.  You're cute, actually hot and you won't be in this
office anymore so . . . ." She said while turning crimson and then losing
her word train.

   "So . . . .  what?" I asked smiling that I had gotten the upper hand.

   "So we could date and still be within company policy." She stuttered
out.

   "This is a date?" I asked.

   "It can be, if you want it to be." She said getting her bravado and
confidence back but reaching to the table beside the pool where her
briefcase was spread open.

   She picked up the PODS folder and was going to turn and show it to me,
but I had gotten right up behind her, so when she turned I was in her face.
She was flustered for something to say and I asked her, "Is it a play
date?"

   Suddenly her voice and demeanor got soft and she grabbed a handful of
the cloth of my tee right in the middle of my chest.

   "I told you I was busted and said I thought you were hot.  Why are you
making me squirm?"

   "Because you weren't honest with me, did you think I was going to
proposition an officer of the company without being sure what was
happening?" I asked moving my face closer to hers.

   "We all thought you were very bright, and I guess we didn't
miscalculate." She said placing her lips to mine for a quick kiss.

   "One more question, are we alone and do you expect anyone else anytime
later?"

   "No, I live alone and I have no ex's of any kind.  My job takes up a lot
of my time.  I rely on hot guys with roving eyes for companionship." She
said with a smile that finished against my lips.

   I pulled her hard to me and took a half step that backed her to the edge
of the table she was working on.  She scooted onto it, never losing my
lips. I reached behind her and fiddled looking for the tie on her bikini.
My quest was purposely obvious and she made no effort to stop me.  I pulled
the string and it fell and I parted lips to look.

   "Your breasts are gorgeous." I said, fully taken by their beauty, they
were perfect.

   "I know.  I love them too.  Be sure you're nice to them." She said as I
began to go for her lips.

   "Wait, my top is off, yours should be too." She said smiling.

   "Not that I worry about it, but can your neighbors see in here?" I
asked.

   "No, I go naked in this corner all of the time."

   "With men?" I asked, being a smart ass.

   "Maybe, . . .  maybe not.  Shut up if you want to find out." She said
with a smirk as I took my shirt off and filled my hands with her tits while
I pressed my mouth back to hers.

   She sighed deeply as I pinched her nipples.  Once they were hard I slid
my arms over her back and pulled her close to go chest to chest with her,
knowing my hairy chest would tease her ripe buds.  She squirmed hard and
pulled from me twisting to lay back on the table sideways.

   "Suckle me, hot boy.  Show me how you love my boobies."

   With me standing over her while she lay crossways I need only bend to
feast on the red hot, rock hard nipple buds while I squeezed and manhandled
those beauties.  Eventually I slid my hand over her belly while my mouth
was still working on her.  I unsnapped her tiny shorts and un-did the two
buttons to loosen them.  When I pushed at them she raised up and helped me
get them off.  She had only a little pink panty underneath.  As I ran my
hand between her legs over the gusset she moaned and said, "Time for you to
get even." As she reached to unsnap my shorts.

   I chuckled a bit as she began to unzip me and my shorts fell, revealing
I had gone commando.

   I pulled my mouth from her tits to see the look on her face.

   She smiled and stared for a moment and then met my eyes.

   She turned up on her side a bit and said, "Nice dick." and craned to put
her mouth over the tip.

   As she slowly worked her mouth over me I got my hand under her panty and
got my fingers in her soaking pussy.  Then she turned to her stomach
thwarting my pursuit of her wetness but made it possible for her to bob her
head over me.

   "God, Doreen, you'll have to stop that unless you want a quick surprise.
It's been awhile."

   "It won't be a surprise, but I don't want quick either.  My pussy can
use the work too." She said getting a breath before swallowing me again and
pushing me into her throat and holding me there.  I felt her flex her
throat a couple times and then come all the way up drawing a much needed
breath.

   "Fuck me right here on the table before we go inside." She said turning
and spinning to line her pussy up with me.

   I was in her in a flash and pumping away.

   "Don't you DARE cum in me.  You'll have to put a condom on for that."
She whispered as she groaned in enjoyment of my filling her.

   "Don't worry." I said.

   "Fixed?" She asked in a swoon.

   "No, I'm gonna cum in that pretty mouth." I said boldly.

   She closed her eyes still enjoying getting used to my cock stretching
her but smiled a contented little grin.

   Now I'm not porn star big, and don't show up much over average, until I
get excited.  If average is 6 or 7, I'm maybe pushing 8, and my shaft is
just under 7 inches around.  Sounds huge, and it is probably a bit above
average around.  In perspective, on an average mans hand from the tip of
his forefinger to the tip of his thumb is 7 inches.  When he makes the OK
sign he shows how big around 7 inches is, but she acted like I was trying
to push a baseball bat up there, but she never said she didn't like it.

   I had to slow down a couple times and distract myself before she asked
if I wanted to go in and I nodded and she put hand a down between us to
push me back.  When I got out of her she let out a whoop and said "It
certainly feels bigger than it looks." as she sprung up from the table,
picking up her top, shorts and panties.

   "I'm not sure that's a compliment or not." I chuckled.

   She smiled at me and then I followed her pretty ass into the house.  She
went to a laundry basket and pulled out a big bath towel and spread it on
her wide sofa and sat on it.  I walked up to her expecting her to lie back
but she reached out for my dick and put it in her mouth again.

   "You like sucking that, don't you dirty girl?"

   "I do, and I can't get enough." She said coming up for air.

   Then I said something I think of now as plain stupid, and wonder how it
wasn't a deal breaker, but I said it and got away with it.

   "How does a fuckin' hot piece of ass like you not have a husband or a
boyfriend?"

   "It's none of YOUR fucking business, but I can tell you, no man wants to
take a backseat to my job.  It comes first" She said before filling her
mouth again.

   "Your job is that important?"

   "It's not a job, it's my life and my career.  Now are you gonna ask
questions or FUCK me?" She said as she laid back and pulled her legs up and
locked her arms under her knees.

   I put one knee on the sofa and found her pussy and railed her good with
a loud slap echoing throughout the room as she squealed and panted and
groaned.  I could feel my cum begin to rise so I pulled from her to delay
my orgasm and she instantly flipped over and put her ass way up in the air.

   I wanted to hold off a bit if she wanted more, which was apparent, so I
bent and licked at her clit and slurped at her soaking pussy.  God, fresh
pussy juices taste so good and my lapping was making more.  I finished by
sliding my mouth up to lick and eat her asshole which made her nearly
scream.  She was so loud I stopped and pushed my cock back in her pussy. 
Her ass was propped so high I was able to get her standing up.  I slammed
at her hard and she was pushing back just as hard, so I wasn't worried
about hurting her, she was loving it.

   I was just about to drill her asshole with my finger when I felt my cum
rising and there was no stopping or delaying it this time.  I simply said,
"I'm gonna pop!"

   She had just shuddered one more time so the timing seemed perfect and
she fell to her side and sat up quickly seeming sure she wanted to fulfill
my request to cum in her mouth.  (Actually it was just something sexy to
say at the time.  A hot woman wants to hear shit like that to feel naughty)

   I was jerking myself and she pushed my hands away which normally would
have stopped the whole process, but the way she fluttered her tongue on the
underside of my dick head told me she was no novice at this.  I shouted and
groaned and my first shot left me and her mouth covered the head as her
hand stroked me slowly and then became a blur to get the trailings out. 
She sat back as she swallowed and ran the back of her hand over her lips as
she slumped back, looking up at me.

   Her face broke into a big grin, and then she laughed.

   "What's so funny?" I asked.

   "I never fucked an employee before, and it was fun.  Hee hee, but I'll
never do it again.  Consider it a going away present.  You undressed me in
the office and I got an itch no one else could have scratched." She said
with a giggle.

   I spun and sat on the edge of the sofa and dropped back exhausted.

   "Never ask a woman a stupid question like you did while getting laid."
She said giving my leg a faux kick.

   "Sorry, it just occurred to me that the best fuck of my life was sex
starved."

   "I get it when I can, out with my girlfriends.  Men want you home all
the time, complain when you work so much.  I'm 32 and should be able to
retire before I'm 50 unless this industry turns to whale shit.  I'll find a
man then.  I may even look you up." She giggled.

   I laughed and sat up.  "I'm surprised you aren't getting hit on at the
plant."

   "Oh, I do, but I have the "cold bitch" stare down pretty well.  Imagine
anyone being stupid enough to make a sexual comment to an HR person?"

   "Good point!" I agreed.

   "All the stuff you'll need to get the POD delivered is on the table
there.  Find your clothes, what little you wore, and get going.  I have to
be to work in the morning."

   "Saturday?" I asked.

   "See?  Men don't understand.  Until the big part of the contract kicks
in I have to skim 3 more and I need to study, all the while seeing who we
want from other plants we have to refill the jobs we skimmed off.  We have
2 plants up 50% from last year and we haven't had to hire anyone but
maintenance people.  Moving the best people to the best places, already
trained.  Now get out!!" She said firmly, before laughing and slapping my
ass as I went to walk away.

   She picked the towel from the sofa and wrapped it around her as if she
just showered, suddenly being modest.

   I got into my clothes, found my PODS folder, keys, and headed for the
door.  She came over and held her arms open for a hug.  She held me tight
for a moment and then pulled back and looked up to me.  "Good Luck in New
York.  I'm sure you'll do well.  You were just as good as I dreamed you
might be, sexy face!  Just remember that this never happened."

   Then she moved to kiss me and I kissed her hard on the lips.

   She said, "Goodnight, real man."

   I looked at her weird, not knowing what she meant.

   "You didn't turn your mouth from my cummy lips to kiss me.  You'll make
a lot of girls happy." She said pushing me out the door and closing it with
a loud click of the bolt.

   That was the first time I had been laid in a few months, having been in
work doldrums, fearing every Friday about skimming.  The last I remembered
was an old college flame that came through seeking a place to sleep on her
way to meet friends for a surf weekend at Hermosa.  She and a girlfriend
had driven some 600 miles from south of Seattle and stopped off near my
place in Sacramento before the last 400 or so miles.  She made no secret
that she would be sleeping in my bed, and I didn't mind at all.  We had
been fuck buddies my last two years of school.  She promised a 3 way on the
way back with her girlfriend, but I never heard from her on the return. 
She only emailed me when they got back home.

   June 1 - 5 2013

   Saturday morning having been newly sucked and fucked with a huge raise
and the prospect of a great career job, I was in an excellent mood for
someone who had to pack up his life to go all the way across the country.
My condo was in a very desirable location and I hadn't expected much
problem selling it.  I had bought it for 175K and new ones in the
development we going for 235 and they couldn't build them fast enough.  The
second big boom of micro chip fab was dawning in the area again and for the
next 6 months prices should remain steady.  I called my realtor as soon as
I got up and got it on the market and gave him the details about HR for any
assist in selling.  My POD was being delivered in the afternoon with 100
boxes and I was sorting useful home goods, memories and defining what was
good from junk.  By Monday evening, with the help of a neighbor, I had my
life packed tight and solid into one POD.  I had one large pile for the
pickers to go through and I filled my cul-de-sac's dumpster.  I made all my
arrangements for shipping, dropped my keys off to the realtor and booked a
room at the Airport Hilton for a couple nights before my Thursday flight. I
had to call Doreen Patterson one more time to arrange for transfer of my
vehicle to await shipping to New York.

   She was nothing but cordial and friendly on the phone as I tried to
personalize our conversation, but she kept it all on the straight and
narrow, never letting our tryst come into play.  Just when she hung up, she
said in a low voice, "Good luck kiddo." She was only a couple years older
than me, but I guess she felt that way about our age difference.

   June 6, 2013

   At 3:45 EST on Thursday of my vacation week, I landed at the Albany
International Airport ready to start my new life.  I was able to sleep on
the plane having left California at the crack of dawn.  My bags all arrived
with me and soon I was packed into a big Chrysler 300S heading for my Hotel
some 40 miles away.  At the car rental booth I was shown to a VIP waiting
area where my car was presented with my bags packed and the interior cooled
down and waiting for me.  World ChipTech wanted me to feel special, and
feel important.  Mission accomplished.

   I drove right by my new plant on the way to The Residence Inn and
instantly loved the country setting.  I was no more than a mile up the road
when I saw huge banners reading "Now Writing Contracts.  New Luxury Homes."
I decided to drive in and take a quick look.

   There was a gate up the road with a security shack and guard who
summoned a woman from the little office behind him.

   "Hi I'm Marianne and welcome to McCrea Gates.  We are currently selling
Phase Two.  Phase One, as you will see, is on your left along with the
clubhouse and recreational areas.  We've finished the first row of
townhomes adjacent to the clubhouse area.  By next summer that clubhouse
and recreational area will be the center of our community.  Phase Two
starts at 249, and by the time we get into full swing with written
contracts as the community takes full shape, we expect the price to be 325
to 350.  Obviously getting in early will have advantages.  I can bring you
in and show you a furnished model and two units that are owner ready. 
Would you like to park and I'll bring a cart around?"

   "Why don't you just get in the air conditioned car and show me?" I asked
as I flashed my World ChipTech ID badge and guard wrote down my number.

   "Ummm, OK!" She said at first hesitating and then she gave the guard
some instructions and walked out and around into my car.

   "You'll see all of the streets are arced to form a large circular
footprint to fit into the land parcel.  It also affords everyone a larger
back yard, especially in the shortest blocks like this first one.  These 7
are ready for occupancy and only one is sold right now, and we're
pre-selling the second block.  This first block has one sold and one model
and then 3 of the others are the other styles we offer." She spoke her
sales spiel as we drove.

   The road split and a v shaped bank of trees separated the road and we
drove by 5 street outlets leading to the middle where the recreation area
and pool were, as well as a bar.  The unit directly across from the pool
was vacant.

   "Where I'm selling in Cali is right across from the pool and I loved it.
How late is that bar open?" I commented and asked.

   "The bar is part of the social building that connects to the exercise
area and resistance pools and the like.  During the summer months it's open
each day from 4 until 10.  You don't have any children do you?"

   "No, why do you ask?" I wondered.

   "When the bar is open we can't have children in the pool or connecting
building where we show movies, have some local live entertainment and like
that." She said looking away waiting to see my reaction.

   "Isn't THAT convenient?  Are you an exclusive adult community?"

   "Sort of.  We can't say NO FAMILIES WITH CHILDREN, but all of the units
are one and two bedroom, and they are not large enough for a family.  We do
have mostly singles here, but not all.  Once we are finished and open the
whole footprint to city services we can call ourselves a 55 and over
community with existing owners grandfathered in.  The state and local laws
are complicated" She said exhaling, glad I hadn't balked yet.

   "So, if you have kids, or grandchildren, they can use the pool until 4
o'clock."

   "Yes as long as the guardian signs a waiver, and every child is
registered as a resident.  Owners can bring one guest into the pool area.
I'm sorry if this all sounds too strict, but we want, and we hope our
owners want, a place to relax that won't get too noisy, crowded or too
rowdy. . . .  This is where families usually say they've seen enough, but I
assure you we have lots of World ChipTech singles here." She sort of
apologized.

   "You're speaking my language, believe me.  I'm not married and have no
immediate plans and as I approach 30 I really don't think children are in
my planned future.  Do you have a key for the unit right across from the
pool?" I asked.

   "I do," She said, "but let me show you the furnished model first, it's
also a Beaver Cross design."

   She took me for the grand tour of the model showing me all of the
standard accouterments and optional add-ons.  Following her cute little ass
in the tight skirt she wore made the tour more pleasant, but I also noticed
she had a big diamond on her finger.  I knew she had checked me out as
well, but I wasn't in the playing mood at the time.

   We walked through all of the layouts and then to the unit right across
from the pool.  I was personally sold already, but felt I should look
around at others to be sure.  However watching the 20-25 people at the pool
at just after 5 o'clock, over half of them in bikinis and looking real
single, I was into it.

   "Marianne?" I asked, "What do I have to do to hold this unit for a
couple days?"

   "You could give me a check for $5000 and if someone else wants it you'll
get first refusal before I refund your money, or we'll sign papers."

   "I can do that."

   "The check has to be good." She said embarrassed that she had to add
that.

   "Go and deposit it today if you want.  Marianne, I'm personally sold on
this, and I haven't even been off the plane from home for 3 hours.  So I
have to be sure I'm not making a rash decision."

   "Here's what we've done for other World ChipTech transfers.  Decide you
want the unit and we'll sign a 10 week rental agreement with an option to
buy.  We'll put the sale in motion, work towards a closing, and as long as
you can get a mortgage, the 5K will come off the final price.  This way you
don't have to live in a dump or a hotel until closing.  We just need World
ChipTech to sign an integrity clause.  We've done this for 7 or 8 other
Techies here in the complex.  We want to work with them to get as many of
their employees to buy here." Marianne said getting itchy to leave as it
was past her leaving time.

   As much as she wanted to get going I was still standing in front of my
choice of units, my arms folded watching the action by the pool.  I was
particularly transfixed on a somewhat tall, well built, raven haired beauty
in what appeared to be a pixie like do.  She had a certain sexiness about
her.  Marianne noticed my fascination and perhaps in her hurry to get our
meeting over she said more about her than proper.

   "That's Kettie Campbell, she's a popular attraction at the pool.  She
has a regular boyfriend "guest" here most of the time, but she likes to
lounge and have a drink." She said trying to wrap up.

   "Oh?" I said, surprised at her candidness.  "I'm sorry.  That wasn't
appropriate of me to say.  I really have to get going, . .  um unless you
want to look at something else." She said rather provocatively.

   Now I'm used to being hit on even though I don't have "pretty boy"
looks. Actually, maybe that's the reason is that I have a trim body, dress
well, and seem real approachable.  I know my one characteristic that lures
female interest is my eyes.  They are steel blue and sometimes seem a
little green and always seem to attract sexual attention.

   Even though Marianne was a fine little looker, having an affair or tryst
just didn't seem to be the most ethical thing at the time.  I don't know if
she thought that "California" would rub off on her, but she liked the
prospect of having a new boy in town with the deep tan and sexy eyes.  So I
looked at her with a knowing eye to let her know I caught her drift.

   She smiled at me and I dropped the bomb.  "I already saw the ring
Marianne and the fact you took it off doesn't change things for me. 
Another time, another place, and definitely, another situation."

   She blushed hard and said, "I don't know what you're talking about,
let's just get back to my office and sign a few pieces of paper, get your
check and I'll put things in motion."

   To say she was uncomfortable filling out papers while I sat across from
her would be an understatement.  She looked up at me nervously a few times
when I finally said to her, "Chill out, no harm, no foul.  Everything is
fine."

   She just nodded and seemed to heed my words as we finished up.  I was
off to my hotel and when they dropped my bags off in the room I flopped on
the bed and let the day ooze from me as I fell into a deep sleep.  By the
time I woke up it was after 10 o'clock so I ended up just ordering a pizza
and after watching a few movies I finally fell asleep for the night excited
about my Friday.

   Chapter Two

   June 7, 2013

   I was up early and went to visit the plant and go to HR and begin to put
things in motion.  Our HR Coordinator in New York wasn't a woman and that
seemed to take some tension away from me.  I think I had, in the back of my
mind, pictured Doreen to be behind the desk there, but all worked out
great. He even offered a little advice, saying:

   "World ChipTech has worked well with McCrae Gates and we think they've
done fine with our employees.  You know it's named after some of the
revolutionary history of the area.  Jane McCrea was a woman sympathetic to
the Patriots and she was scalped by Indians loyal to British troops.  When
General Gates stood up to Burgoyne at the Battle of Saratoga, one of the
underlying driving forces was her brutal killing and scalping.  Thus the
name McCrea Gates."

   While the history lesson was nice I told him I was just about sure
already about the place I had picked out and I would spend Friday looking
into other possibilities to be sure.  Just as I was about to leave he got a
text and he looked up at me and smiled.

   "Your POD will be here on Monday.  It's on a flat car in Chicago and
will be in Albany on Sunday.  I'll tell them to keep final delivery open on
my call."

   "It won't go to their storage facility?" I wondered.

   "If you decided on McCrea Gates you'll just need to sign a 10 week lease
on Monday morning and be able to move in.  You gave them a deposit already,
right?" he asked.

   "I did, I gave them a check for 5K to hold it."

   "When you decide, I'll transfer 5K to her and she'll be able to tear up
your check.  Um . .  we've done this before."

   This was all going too smooth to be true.  The fact I had just
recognized where I might be working and then looked up to see the sign for
McCrea Gates and that the preferred lot I would have wanted was available
seemed much more karma than coincidence.  But I was off to visit other
prospective places to live.

   I kept trying to shoot down McCrea Gates in my mind in hopes of finding
some factor I hadn't thought of in my decision.  I wanted a place near the
pool area like I had back near Sacramento.  I liked that because there was
a constant bevy of women there and I could go look to my heart's content.
The process of dating usually meant a series of dates to try and get their
clothes off.  In a bikini, it was already half done for me.  It sounds
sexist, but a woman might hang by the pool for the same reason.  So I told
myself I hadn't been to even TRY to hook up with a woman in 5 months or so,
why was it important?  I figured here in New York that "pool" season wasn't
going to be 11 or 12 months, it was going to be 5 months at best, and I
wouldn't be bored with year round pool visits and would take better
advantage of the situation.  I realized I was letting my little head
influence my big head, but even if I got a steady girl, I would still enjoy
the pool and the fact there was a bar and lounge there, just a short walk
away, was handy.

   I looked at one other home and 3 other condo/town house situations on
Friday and none were as complete, as private, or as new as McCrea Gates.  I
ended my day by going back to look one more time at my first choice.

   At the guard shack it was 4:30 again and he called Marianne from her
office.  She blushed when she saw me and said the day was almost over and
why not come back Monday.

   "Marianne, I may sign papers today if I'm as impressed as I was
yesterday.  Over the weekend I may have time to look at other places." I
sing-songed to her and she came out and said to go ahead and she would meet
at the home I had held.

   "Don't be silly, get in with me so we can talk as I drive." I insisted
and she came out.

   She got in the car and immediately took the defensive with me.

   "I don't know what you thought I was asking you yesterday, but you got
me totally all wrong." She said twisting her ring on her finger.

   "Marianne," I said, "If we are going to have a business relationship and
be friends just start by being honest with me and yourself.  If I buy here
I'll be seeing a lot of you and neither of us should feel uncomfortable."

   "Alright," She said looking away, "I said some things that were
inappropriate in a moment of weakness, I guess.  Thank you for being a
gentleman."

   "Just let me suggest you think about how badly you want that man or that
ring and what they mean." I said.

   "I know, I beat myself up enough about it last night.  Drop it."

   "Done!" I said as we pulled up to the townhome I had picked.

   I looked over to the pool and there were about 10 people there, all
female, including the tall raven haired woman I had noticed the day before.

   "Did you say her name was Kitty?"

   "No, Kettie, and I shouldn't have even told you that."

   "I wonder what sort of name that is?"I wondered aloud.

   "It's the British form of Katie for Katherine, I understand, but she is
formally Kettie, and there I go again saying things I shouldn't.  You are
bad for me." She said as I got out of the car and started up the walkway.

   "Show me inside again." I said as she trailed me up the walk.

   I walked inside from room to room and asked questions while she stood
hugging her binder to her chest just inside the foyer and gave out answers
that echoed loudly in the empty rooms.

   I came up out of the basement with questions about the instant hot water
system and the government rebates on it.  She was answering me nervously
until I finally spoke.

   "I'll do it.  I want it." Making sure she would be able to take it any
way that she liked.

   "I can draw up the papers?" she asked nervously.

   I nodded and put out my hand and she shook mine with her clammy sweaty
hand.

   "Let's go back to your office and take care of things." I said turning
on my heel and heading out.

   She slowly followed me down to my car and got in and we drove back
silently, she in obvious deep thought.

   "Where are you staying?  I'll need about an hour to draw everything up
and get it notarized.  I can drop it off for you and we can discuss any
unsettled things.  If you sign and agree you just have to get ChipTech to
sign the Intentions form."

   `Is that what you want?" I asked.

   "Uh . .  huh . . .yes it is." She said.

   "I'm at the Residence Inn right up the road.  Number 345, around the
back." I told her; excited she might come to me.

   I wasn't really sure of the lure that I was to her.  I think a
"stranger" played a part in it as she contemplated her engagement.  I would
have felt I was taking advantage of her naivete, had she not had all the
time to think about it.  I knew she wasn't looking for a boyfriend and I
certainly wasn't looking for a girlfriend.  If she made the decision to
actually show up at the hotel, it was going to be her doing, her lead.  In
my mind I really think she was not that experienced and wondered what it
would be like to act on this urge.  That's all part of accepting a ring and
committing yourself to someone else as your mind reviews that commitment.

   I called HR at the plant and told them I signed off on my intentions at
McCrea Gates and that would have to submit what she called an "Intentions"
form.  It simply stated that they would guarantee the 10 weeks "rent" and
bond me should the "to own" portion of the deal might fall through.

   I hadn't eaten since breakfast and saw a Chinese Buffet on the way back
to my room.  I stopped and got a to-go tin with just some peanut chicken,
steamed shrimp, and mushrooms.  As I stood to pick out my dinner, they were
the 3 things they brought out new and fresh so I knew they weren't out
there for a long time.

   Back in my room I put on the news and picked at my food as guilt began
to set in about Marianne coming to see me.  Here was some guys "intended",
and she wanted to play for one reason or the other and I was all too
willing.  When I finally cleaned up after eating, showering, and brushing
my teeth and changing into sweats, I realized I was watching Jeopardy and
it way past the "hour or so" she estimated for her to prepare forms.  I
went to the window and parted the blinds to look out and I saw her pull
into the slot right in front of my unit.  When she got out it was apparent
she had changed into a pair of tight jeans and a light clingy sweater, no
bra and that accented her figure well.  She hadn't had second thoughts, she
came to play.

   I waited for her knock and I opened the door to her nervous smile and
she came in as I showed her to the sofa with the convertible coffee table
in front.  As soon as she laid out papers I sat beside her and lifted the
tabletop that cantilevered up and towards us to make a comfortable place to
write or eat.  As she went over the forms I was close enough to smell she
had showered and was fresh with a light soapy smell.  She would explain an
option or codicil and I would initial.  When I leaned in to initial I was
aware how close I was getting to her face.  After 5 or 8 of these I averted
my eyes and found her right there, eye to eye with me, not 6 inches apart
as her finger held the place where I need place my mark.  I noticed her
breathing was heavier and deeper.  She was going to have to fish or cut
bait soon.

   "And right, here Mattie, is where you make the final commitment and we
can put this whole thing in motion, finally put it to bed." She said as she
pointed to where I would sign to finalize, and leaving me wondering if she
chose her words to be provocative or if it was Freudian.

   I signed and turned my face to her and we were close up, eye to eye
again.  There was a hesitation and then she moved to me closing her eyes
and kissing my lips.  It ended up being a long tonguey kiss and when it
broke she pulled not 3 inches away from me.

   In a low whisper she asked, "Is this the other time, other place, and
situation?"

   "It might be.  What do you want?  You've already given someone else your
heart."

   "Don't misunderstand." She said nervously.  "This is just a fling, I do
have a fiancé and I'm going to get married.  I've never acted on these
urges and I want to, at least once, . . . .  so I know.  We have sex, we
don't have passion.  You look like passion."

   "What would happen if he found you here?" I said dropping a little bomb
to be sure she knew what was happening.

   "He's at the CES show in Las Vegas.  He's in sales.  He left Wednesday
and won't be home until Monday night.  I spoke to him just before I came
over." She said in a low, guilt filled voice.

   "Did he give his approval?" I asked in a serious whisper.

   "Come on, don't do this.  Do I think he's having too much fun out there
and maybe hooking up?  I'm not sure, I doubt it, but maybe he needs to do
this too."

   "and WHAT are you doing?" I asked inquisitively.

   She leaned and kissed me again, the same as before.  She was a great
kisser.

   "You won't be guilty of anything, it's all on me.  You didn't lead me
into anything.  I'm going to screw a stranger.  A hot guy who pushed my
buttons, whether he knows it or not.  I'll do what he wants." She said just
before I reset the tabletop flat and stood up turning right in front of
her.

   The erection in the front of my sweat shorts was obvious.  She looked
right at it and then straight up to my face, saying, "It's going to be all
me, isn't it?"

   She didn't need an answer.  She ran her hands up under my tee shirt and
over my chest and finally around my back, pulling my torso to her face as
her breathing turned to loud sighs of impatience.

   Her face was right against my growing erection as her hands came down
from inside my tee to the waist band on my shorts.  She pulled them down
until my cock popped up hitting her below the chin.

   "My God!" she said backing away to take in her discovery.

   She sat back a little and gingerly put her hand on me, around me, and
then bending me up to my stomach as her other hand felt the heft of my
balls.

   She looked up at me and in a voice I could barely hear, she was so
nervous, she said, "I don't do this."

   "Don't do what?" I whispered.

   "What my girlfriends call "give head" or a blow job.  They laugh at me."

   "Your boyfriend, he . . . . ." I started to say.

   "NO, I was going to try it once and he said it was "marriage bed stuff",
. . . .  his words.  Sometimes I think he thinks I'll break." She said as
she looked down at the dick in her hand and she kissed it.

   "Don't do anything you don't want to do.  Not now, not ever.  But, if
you're not happy with things, why did you say yes?" I suggested.

   "I love him, I really do, but I get naughty urges and try as I might, he
wants to wait, saying it will be sexier, more of a thrill."

   "You don't . . . . . .  ?" I started to say but she corrected herself.

   "Oh, no!  We HAVE sex.  Just nothing like I hear my girlfriends talk
about or you see in movies." She said still holding my dick and lightly
stroking it.  "It's nice, but I want more, . . .  to just let go."

   She took a deep breath and pushed her lips over the head and then off,
looking up at me.

   "Is that good?" She asked.  I just nodded, and she did it again, but let
her mouth linger on it for a moment and I felt her tongue go around it.

   She pulled off and looked up to me with a smile.  "It's exciting, but
scary.  You won't do anything, will you?"

   "No," I laughed "Nothing can happen that fast.  How long does it take
YOU to cum?"

   She looked up.  "I don't know.  I really haven't yet.  I know what feels
good, but that's . . ."

   "Come here." I said as I sat down and patted the sofa cushion beside me.
She scooted over beside me and looked into my eyes like I had just killed
her puppy.

   "Didn't I do it right?  It's my first time." She said as if defending
herself.

   "You were fine, we just need to talk first." I said to calm her.

   "I'm not here to start anything.  To be blunt, to have an affair.  I
could never cheat after I was married . . . . ." She started to nervously
say.

   "Shhhhhh.  Just listen to me." I told her as I turned toward her and put
an arm around her to pull her closer.

   "I'm not trying to start anything either, and if it means anything to
you, I want you VERY badly.  You've teased me for a couple days and I KNOW
what this is." I said as I kissed her lips and brought my other hand up to
tease her nipple.

   She panicked at first and then sighed as I filled my hand with her
small, but wide, breast.  She pulled her head from my lips and groaned as I
felt that tit, and then the other.  I pulled my arm from behind her and let
her lie back as I mauled both breasts.  When her eyes closed I bent and bit
her protruding nipple through the sweater.  She yelped and then sighed
heavily.  The way she tried to cross or squeeze her legs, I knew she just
creamed herself.

   I shifted a bit and she opened her eyes to see what my movement was and
I unbuttoned her jeans and let her zipper down a bit to pull her sweater
out of her waist.  As I began to push it up over her belly she sat up and
helped me take it off.  Once off she used her hands to cover her breasts,
but I pushed them away and filled my mouth with her somewhat puffy nipple
and areola as my other hand massaged and pulled at her other.  Her breasts
weren't round tennis ball shape, they were full, wide, and when she
shivered from the sensations her hands clasped together as she hunched her
shoulders, her cleavage was exhilarating.  As I played with them I became
aware of two basic things, she was probably a 32 or 34 D, and no one had
ever done this before.

   Her sighs and little yelps of fear and pleasure had me crazy and I sat
back pulling her up as I pasted my mouth to hers.  I loved kissing her
mouth and I loved how she responded and gave me back her tongue.  I was
holding her mouth tight to my face as we necked and I ran my hands over her
nude upper body (something I think is as sexy as any more explicit act)
when I felt her hand take hold of my cock again.  I pulled one arm away to
allow her better access and she began to hold and lightly stroke me.  I let
her lips go for a moment and just said, "That feels great."

   We necked a bit more before we came up for air.  She immediately slid
away from me and bent to get her face close to my junk.  I could feel the
hard exhale from her nose on the side of my cock as she studied me.  Then
she sat up and looked at me and then looked at what she was holding in her
hand before she bent and filled her mouth with my cock.  She held her mouth
as far down as she could and then slowly pulled up keeping her lips tight.
Once her mouth was off me she said in a low whisper, "You taste like sex
should taste."

   She pushed her mouth back onto me and bobbed her head for a few moments
and then sat up and looked at me like she was embarrassed.

   "My pants are wet." She said as she went to get up.

   I put a hand on her shoulder to keep her from rising.  "They're supposed
to be, what do you think I was doing to you?" I asked her rhetorically
before I answered the question for her.  "I'm getting you ready to get
fucked."

   It was the first time that word had been said between us and her eyes
got as big as saucers while I gave her no time for second thoughts moving
to lay her back to the arm of the sofa and moving my hand to finish
lowering her fly before I gripped both sides of her jeans and simply said
"lift", which she did and I peeled them up and off her legs.  She wanted to
modestly close her legs but rather than talk and dilly-dally anymore, my
cock was bursting already, I pulled her legs apart and slid to bend and put
my mouth over her pussy quickly filling the pool on my tongue with her
thick cream.  She tasted so fresh, I licked deeper, causing her to realize
what had just happened and panic in a getaway move.  My fingers slipped
under that round delectable hiney and held her cheeks fast as I continued
to lick her until she gave in to her uncontrolled responses.  A moment
later her voice box cracked like she wanted to groan, but it came out as a
grinding cry, and I think she had a small orgasm.  If it was, I think she
gave into it, as her body sunk like jelly into the sofa and let me have my
way with her pussy.

   As I licked and lapped darting my tongue onto her clit she began a
circular motion in her hips and I looked up to see her pinching at her
nipples before she stiffened hard and I tasted her orgasm as her breath
caught and she stifled a scream or a squeal.  For another minute she fought
with me to get her now raw nerve endings from my tongue and lips before she
won that battle bringing her knees up and turning her face and body toward
the back of the sofa, protecting her sensitive pussy from my mouth.  She
hadn't anticipated my wanting to eat the gorgeous asshole she displayed.  I
dove my mouth into her ass tonguing her little hole while alternately
licking from the bottom of her pussy where my tongue touched the tips of
the fingers that were protecting and soothing her throbbing orifice, to the
little hole itself.  I drilled at that hole while she tried to comprehend
what was happening.  She was trying to stiffen and get me away before she
gave in seemed to slump to let me pleasure her in a way she didn't think
possible.  Her little hole dilated from my tonguing and I put my thumb to
it, making her kneel up in panic.  It was then I pressed my cock to her
soaking pussy and glided up and into her.

   She went from tense fighting to joyful resignation as she became
accustomed to my fat cock in her.  Her only reactions were Ohh's and ahh's
as I moved behind her and bent over her to fill my hands with those breasts
and whisper in her ear.

   "Now do you feel like that dirty girl, that naughty girl getting
FUCKED?"

   "I do, I do, fuck me." She whispered.

   "What?" I asked loudly.

   She pulled her head from between her arms in the end of the sofa and
said loudly, "FUCK ME!"

   "Have you ever been fucked from behind?"

   "No."

   "Does your boyfriend fuck you with this passion?"

   "No!  He would be done already."

   "Fucking is passion and YOU can make it that way.  Don't accept what he
offers, you fuck him."

   I already knew I wasn't concentrating on fucking her and I went to town,
plowing her pussy while she wailed constant approval.  When I saw her
orgasm a third time I pulled from her and grabbed her hips and flipped her
to her back and pulled her to the edge of the sofa as I slipped to the
floor.  I lined up her wet slit with my cock and plowed into her and took
her hand to bring to her clit."

   "Rub it, make yourself cum.  It's your pussy, your hand, and you know
how good it feels.  Create your own passion while I fuck you." I whispered
to her.

   She did as I asked and she brought herself off again.  I pulled my cock
from her pussy with a long slurp and reached for her hands.  She extended
them and I pulled her up to sit in front of me as I stood.

   "Taste your cum on my cock, and I'll taste my cum from your lips later."
I said making her face startle and become fear-struck as she shook her
head.

   "You don't want to taste what I did from your pussy?  You feel the
passion, you said my cock tasted like sex.  Your pussy tasted like sex to
me."

   Her look of fear on her face faded a bit but she still looked afraid.

   "Was it the thought of my tasting my cum from your lips?"

   She nodded.

   "You don't want me to cum inside you, do you?  That's for lovers.  You
should taste me, smell my cum, feel it in your mouth.  You don't have to
eat it, spit it out, but if you want dirty sex, this is dirty sex.  You
wanted over the top, right?"

   She was petrified with fear, but she reached out and held my cock and
brought her mouth to it and made a face like she was about to lick the
bottom of a shoe, and put her lips over the head again, and quickly off. 
Her tongue came out like she had just taste tested some new food.  She made
a face again and pushed her mouth over me and bobbed her mouth a few times
before coming off and looking up to me.

   "That's your cum, your sex, your excitement.  It's what you're going to
do every time you have sex again, and if it doesn't happen, you can do it
with your hands thinking about tonight." I said confidently, while
admitting to myself it was a little self-serving.

   "Back in your pussy?" I asked.

   "No it's sore.  You . . . . .  fucked me too hard. . . . .  just like I
asked for it."

   My only response was, "Suck."

   She looked up to me and brought her face to my cock and opened her mouth
and brought her hand to it.  She stroked and moved her mouth over the head.
She must have seen at least one porno movie, or thought about this before.
She stopped her mouth once and said, "You're going to tell me when, right?"

   "Of course." Were my only words as I began to stroke her hair and her
face.

   Looking at her sweet little face with her red lips going over me I was
ready to burst.

   "I'm going to cum, Marianne.  Don't stop." I said as my hand went to my
cock to stroke my cum out.

   She had no time to react as I shot a watery shot to the back of her
throat and she choked while 2 or 3 volleys of cum went below her chin.  She
cleared her throat and looked up and saw my face twisted in pleasure.  I
just looked down to her when she made a face and went to taste the blob on
the end.  As soon as her lips touched it I pulsed one more little bit into
her mouth.  She immediately pushed it out and looked up to me as if to say,
"How was that?"

   I bent and kissed her lips as promised and she pushed her tongue into my
mouth as if to make sure I got to taste myself, but I've done that before.
If a woman was willing to eat my cum, I was willing to eat it too.  When
the kiss broke she pushed more spit out trying to rid herself of the taste.

   "Was that necessary?" She asked softly.

   "You wanted passion, you got it.  What would be more passion than
tasting the cum your boyfriend cooked in his balls making love to you?"

   "Maybe." Was her non- sequitur like answer as she sprang to her feet and
went into the bathroom.

   I followed her in a few moments later and she was bent over the sink
washing her face.  I pressed up against her and said, "There's only one
place left to put it." She spun around almost violently to see my joking
smile.

   "You scared the shit out of me before with your tongue and then your
finger touched me there." She said ending with a chuckle.

   I just laughed at her, only because I know she enjoyed my tongue.

   She pushed me out of the bathroom and I heard her pee and when she came
out she used her hands to cover herself before she got dressed.  She began
to look for her panty and I whistled and held them up for her, "Um, MINE!"
I said as she let out an exasperated breath and knew she needn't fight me
for them.

   "Mattie, that was more than I expected, but I don't regret it.  I'll
probably hate myself in the morning." She said quietly.

   "I'll bet you'll play with yourself in the morning.  If that was true,
that you've never cum before, now you can, and make sure that guy of yours
takes care of you, and not just himself." I advised her.

   "My friends always talk about their affairs and I've always wondered
what the headlines were for.  At least now I know." She said as she
finished tucking her sweater in before zipping and fastening her jeans.

   "I was a 15 year old who was taken home by a 27 year old woman who
showed me all the ways.  This was my paying it back." I told her recalling
my awakening.

   "How do I face you, meet you in public?" She asked.

   "Like normal.  My "instructor" was my baseball coach's wife.  I saw her
every time we practiced or played.  It was easy facing her.  Facing him was
harder." I said reminiscing.

   "OK, I have your papers and everything.  Call me tomorrow and I'll let
you know when you can move in." She said nervously.

   "I'm going to deliver a POD right out front and spend a couple days
unloading it, OK?" I asked.

   "Forty eight hours, tops, I have to show models you know." She said
suddenly turning into the sales agent and closing my door behind her.

   I tried to feel guilty for bedding Marianne but I could not deny that
she wanted it, and asked for it.  I sat back on the sofa and put on a
ballgame and that was where I woke up at 6:35 the next morning.  I was
truly exhausted with jet lag and my affair with Marianne draining me.

   June 8, 2013

   After I showered and sat down to a cup of coffee I decided I was pretty
happy with myself.  I had been lazy and stagnant as far as sex went, living
a complacent life of work, eat, sleep, for the past 6 months or so.  Now,
in the matter of a week or less I had a new job, a new house and been laid
by one of the hottest, and talented women I had met, and then fucked and
broke in a sexual newbie with a tight young body.  I dressed and went to
the work-out room at the hotel and put 90 minutes in for the first time in
over a week.  I felt rejuvenated and couldn't wait for another hot shower
and to call the sales office about a move-in date.

   It was 10 o'clock when my phone rang and I saw it was McCrea Gates sales
office.

   "Good morning Mr.  Cymbol, this is Marianne Preston from the McCrea
Gates Sales Office."

   "Yes?"

   "I'm calling to tell you that your preliminary paperwork for rent-to-own
has been approved by World ChipTech and McCrea Gates and you can come pick
up your key and sign some final papers for us.  The fact we've done this
before and they apparently like and want you here very much cleared the way
for this without a lot of paperwork we'll have to catch up to next week."
She said very business-like.

   "Are you sure you wouldn't want to bring them to me over here and see if
the key fits in the hole." I said crudely, just to add a little levity to
the situation.

   There was a long pause and then a firm "NO!"

   I paused after her answer and then apologized, "I'm sorry Marianne, that
was mean and I promise I won't do that again.  We can talk when I come
over. I AM really sorry.  I respect you a lot more than that."

   "Yes, we can talk.  What time do you think you'll be by?" She said
suddenly giving me the impression she was not alone in her office.

   "You can't talk, can you?" I asked.

   "No, but if it were possible, I have some things to add to the deal."
She said very businesslike.

   "Sorry again.  After I arrange to have the POD delivered I'll be over.
Probably before noon."

   After arranging the drop of my POD I drove over the McCrea Gates office.
As soon as I pulled to the guard shack he turned and said something to
Marianne.  He turned back and said, "Go ahead, she'll meet you there in a
few minutes."

   I drove ahead and pulled into what would be my parking slot.  I would
also have a car port for bad weather months once it was built.  The
concrete pad was already poured, but some people used them for patios.  I
already elected for the car port.

   It was early in the day and there were but 6 or 7 people at the pool,
mostly under age guys and a teen girl with 3 smaller children.  I was
trying to gauge the guys to see if I might want to hire one of them to help
me move.  I thought I might offer $20 an hour.

   Marianne buzzed up in her pseudo-golf cart and barely looked at me as
she strode up with the key to open the door for her "presentation".  Once
inside she played the part of sales person and jibber jabbered her spiel
walking around the house but I elected to do what she had done on my first
tour, I stayed at the front door.  She finally came back and asked, "Aren't
you interested in what I've got to show you?"

   "I want you to grow up.  We had sex and it's over with.  You were happy,
I was happy and you've probably masturbated at least once thinking about
it. We took care of each other's needs and guess what, I didn't fall in
love and neither did you.  Let's let life go on."

   She suddenly let the air out of her stiff persona she was trying to
keep.

   "My girlfriend says you took advantage of me."

   "It was your idea, remember?"

   She blushed and I saw a tear.

   "Tell me you didn't have fun."

   Tears continued and she shook her head.

   "I'm going to come over to hug you to comfort you, I'm not making
another play." I said as I went to her and held her.

   "What are you having a problem with?" I whispered.

   "I cheated.  I enjoyed myself.  I doubt my relationship.  Gee, besides
that, everything is fine."

   "Look Marianne, you were inquisitive and anxious about getting married.
We solved that problem.  You enjoyed yourself, you said you never had an
orgasm, we got you at least 4 of them."

   "But my boyfriend will never do that!  He gets on me and 3 minutes later
he's peels off his condom, takes a piss and goes to sleep." She whisper
screamed.

   "You have to make him do what you want.  You have to be the sexual
aggressor.  Don't accept the same old thing.  Talk to your girlfriends
about it, that's what friends are for.  By the way, you didn't tell anyone
WHO I was did you?" I wondered.

   "No, I just said it was a guy I met while I was out drinking." She said
and then she chuckled, "Shit, she wants your number."

   "Why did she say I took advantage of you?"

   "The tasting thing at the end, your tongue on my bottom."

   "Has it occurred to you that she wants to see me too, sounds like she
might like that." "Listen Marianne, men and women are sexual creatures and
once the bedroom door closes we become different people and you've got to
see if your guy wants to satisfy both of you or just himself.  You might be
surprised.  Masturbate right in front of him, show him what an orgasm looks
like.  If that doesn't move him, you might better move on.  But, I don't
want you to be mad at me, I only helped you."

   "You're right." She admitted and kissed me on the cheek.  "Come here and
I'll show you where everything is."

   We finished the tour, got my keys and she seemed to be OK, and even a
little determined to make herself happy, and definitely a lot less guilty.
From this point on I hoped we'd remain cordial friends with just a
professional connection.

   June 10, 2013

   There was an early warm spell in New York just before the first of June
and the temps had been 80 or above for a week now so I decided to take in
the pool until the POD arrived.

   Luckily I had packed a bathing suit with my things so I went in and
changed and headed for the pool.  The lifeguard asked me right away for ID
and I got to know him and little by little the few people there.  One kid,
about 16, caught me looking at a young girl in a bikini.  She was but 14 or
15, but still had a killer body.  He had only caught me because I had
caught him as well.

   He walked by once and smirked, "You like the sights like me, but there
is no touching, her Dad's a judge."

   "Never MIND that she's jailbait?" I asked.

   When the kid came back he stopped and introduced himself.  "Hi, I'm
Brendan.  I live right up the block.  You're obviously new here, you don't
see many adults during the day.  Usually just Kettie."

   "Oh?" I feigned.  "Who might that be?"

   "She's more your age, but a great looker, and the bathing suits, WOW!  I
think she works out of her home, she doesn't go to work.  She's here most
every day.  Kettie looks like THAT is going to look like in 10 years
(nodding to the young nubile femme we ogled earlier) Kettie has a
boyfriend, even though she always says it's her business partner if you
mention it."

   "She's quite a looker, huh?"

   "Yeah, if she's still here in a few years I might take a shot.  The way
she smiles at me makes me dream at night." Brendan admitted.

   "How old are you?"

   "16, I just look older.  My Dad already warned me about cougars like
that and the trouble they can cause.  He's says once I'm 18 he won't worry
about me."

   "Your Dad sounds like he found some trouble of his own like that."

   "Exactly.  He says I should stay with my girl.  He thinks she's like a
nun.  He probably doesn't know what we do already." He said chuckling.

   "Just be careful." I laughed back.  "Let me ask you, in a little while I
have a POD being delivered with all of my stuff in it.  Would you like to
earn some dough helping me unload it?"

   "I'll help you for nothing.  I'm always bored here, not many people
around during the day.  I had a summer job lined up, but Summer School
screwed me."

   "Well, I'll pay you $20 an hour and I figure it'll be 5 hours over a
couple days.  OK?"

   "Sure, if you want to pay me fine, but I need the distraction.  Last
month as soon as school was out I got a job painting the guard shack and
that real estate lady's office.  She's a pretty hot ticket, but sort of
stuck up." Brendan said.

   "Hmmm, I hadn't noticed.  You know when you're spending a couple hundred
grand your attention is elsewhere."

   "Kettie said it looked like she had hot pants for you." Brendan said
with a chuckle.

   "A little advice?  Don't shit where you eat.  She's too close to home."
I said hoping my warning wasn't one I should have heeded.

   We talked a bit more and then I fell asleep for a bit in the shade, but
when the sun got high it woke me up.  I looked around and Brendan was gone,
but this gal I had rubbernecked before "Kettie" was beside me in a chaise.

   "Brendan went back to his house to change, he says he's got work to do
with you.  Something to do with that POD they're delivering.  Brendan
showed them where to put it and told them you were over here.  My name is
Kettie, and yours?"

   "Hi, um . .  Mattie.  Nice to meet you.  The POD is here?"

   "Right behind you, they're just lining it up to roll it off." Kettie
said.

   I jumped up quickly and looked, but Brendan knew exactly where to put
it, since I wasn't parked in my main space, I was in a guest spot.

   "I better get over there.  I'll be around.  Obviously, I'm moving in."

   "Come back after 4 and I'll buy you a welcome wagon drink." She said
with a big smile.

   As much as my mind was on getting the POD started, WOW, she had nice
tits and her thong couldn't have been much more than 2 inches wide through
her crotch.  Just as I got to the POD guys they were rolling it off and
Brendan came around.

   He had a big smile on his face.  Saying, "I want you to know, when I saw
Ketties bikini I tried to make a decision, (holding his hands like a scale
on each side) help you, watch Kettie, help you, watch Kettie." He said
moving his hands as if one side were heavier than the other.

   "Hmmm?  Hadn't noticed." I said with a smirk.

   "Yeah, right!" He said with a grin, adding "She came and set up her
chaise right between us and bent over putting that almost bare ass in my
face a couple times.  What a cock tease."

   "Your girlfriend should thank her for the inspiration she gives you." I
said with a wink.

   "Could be a 3 condom night." He said confidently.

   "Those were the days, enjoy them while you can." I said as the POD guy
came up for me to sign.

   I had them wait as I went in and grabbed a couple 10's to give them for
a tip.  They thanked me and were out of there quickly, just as Marianne
came down in her cart.

   "Thank God they moved, they blocked the whole road there for a few
minutes.  We got two phone calls." She said stepping out and looking at the
POD.

   "Impatient people.  What did they think, they would be here all night?
Some people." I said nonchalantly.

   "I know Mattie, but I have to respond.  Just like I'll get calls about
the POD.  You'll be done by tomorrow?  Right?" She asked.

   "Yup, I got Brendan here to help me." I said as he came around the
corner.

   "Hi, Miss Preston."

   "Brendan, I barely know her and I call her Marianne, wouldn't that be
OK?" I said looking to her.

   "That would be just fine, Brendan.  He was just being polite." She said
looking at me with a dagger or two.

   I unlocked the POD and Brendan saw two heavy pieces right inside the
roll up.  He took off his shirt and Marianne flushed saying.  "I'll let you
get to work." And she went to sit in the cart, but I caught her looking up
at the athletic Brendan more than once.  Too bad he was only 16, he acted
much older and looked it too.

   He and I worked for 3 hours and only broke when I had a pizza delivered.
We put in another hour and I was bushed.

   "What say you stop back tomorrow when you get out of Summer School and
we'll finish up?  Would that be OK?"

   "Yes, it's almost 5 and my Mom will be looking for me.  We eat dinner at
5:30 sharp when my Dad gets home."
"I'll have some cold beers tomorrow if your Mom and Dad would approve on

a hot day.  I noticed the opener on your key fob on your belt."

   Brendan blushed a bit.  I'll tell my Dad, but if my Mom knew she would
hemorrhage.  My dad gives me a cold one if she's not around.  I just won't
be able to drive tomorrow, but my girl has horseback lessons anyway.  My
Dad is cool like that, but if he found I was drunk, or if I drove, that
would be the end of my license for a while."

   "Understood, it's just it's going to be hot, and I know how I would feel
if someone were drinking a cold one in front of me on a hot day." I
chuckled.

   Brendan looked both ways and then said.  "Stacy and I can usually find a
vacant new place we can lay out in if we're just hanging out.  We don't do
any damage and are pretty quiet.  My buddies and I used to have some beer
parties in some of the vacant ones, but they're all about filled, plus we
got busted one night.  Somebody called and the cops came.  We cleaned up
the bottles, like we would have anyway, and they drove us all home, but
left us a block away with a stern warning.  They were pretty cool, local
guys."

   "Well, you can have your Dad stop by in the morning, I'll be up early."

   "OK, I'll ask him."

   I went to my car and the cooler I bought and got the few essentials I
had stowed from the market in the morning and put them in the refrigerator
that I had just been turned on today with the power.  I grabbed a towel and
went over to the pool and Kettie was still there with an empty chaise
beside her.

   "Here, I saved your spot." She said picking up the towel she had used to
"save" my spot.

   After my dip I felt cooled right down and wanted to get to meet this
Kettie character.  Just from the impressions I got from a horny teenager,
and a woman who might have been envious or judgmental, she was a good time
girl, what your mother might call a "slut".

   "You boys worked like crazy over there in this early summer heat." She
said handing me a drink, some sort of rum concoction.

   "Yeah, this is nothing compared to California heat, but the humidity
seems a lot higher here."

   "So, what brings you to New York?  The chip plant, I bet." She said with
a little grin.

   "Bingo, I guess there are a lot of us here."

   "There are.  I work out of my home so I find lots of time to spend down
here.  I work in sales and importing.  I find good deals on distressed
merchandise and over-buys and land them as good as I can and turn them
around without having to really touch them." She said waiting for me to
question her statement.

   "I've heard of that."I said surprising her, "Your initial profit margin
is high, and the net depends on how much is eaten in freight and shipping."

   "Very good!  In a nutshell, that's it.  My company, or I should say OUR
company, is called KJ Flips.  We do well because we are well capitalized
and can pay quickly up front.  When merchandise is stagnant, they want to
get out from under it quickly, cutting losses."

   "You have partners?"

   "Partner." She clarified.  "My business partner is Joshua, who may or
may not show up here today.  He works close by for Werner Communications.
He's an IT guy."

   "And this is your boyfriend?" I asked, acting stupid already knowing the
answer.

   "No, he's my business partner.  The business runs from my townhouse, so
he's here a lot, but NO, we are NOT a couple.  I can wear this bathing suit
down here and not get one date out of it because everyone tells everyone
else I'm taken."

   "Is THAT why you wear provocative suits?  To get dates?" I asked with a
smirk.

   "No smartass.  You and I are going to get along just fine.  You enjoy
yanking my chain."

   "I'll ask you on a date sometime and we'll see if the bikini does the
trick." I said waiting for her reaction.

   "When you want to ask, do so.  Then see if I accept." She said smugly.

   "Don't count your chickens, sweetie, I didn't ask yet." I replied with a
wink.

   She smiled and winked back before laying back and sipping her drink. 
She closed her eyes and I took the time to give her body a once over.  YES,
she was a very hot number, no tattoos, scars, or visible ounce of fat on
her.  With her short black hair, slender face, and 34D-24-36 body, she was
stunning.  I would ask her out someday, but I wanted to learn more about
her and living in the same complex, it would be easy, and I could be
patient.

   Chapter Three

   June 17 - Mid August

   By the time I started in my new management position at World ChipTech I
had a New York tan, which, believe me, is different than a California tan.
The sun angles for our everyday sunny weather and the angles plus humidity
make a different tan.  I felt comfortable and ready to take over the wheel
after my first 3 days and my predecessor gave me her blessing and let me
work alone the last 2 days while she looked on.  After 4 weeks I was in the
groove.  The only thing I hadn't gotten in a straight line was my personal
life.  I was leaving for work around 6:30 and getting home just before 7.
Some days I would go over to the pool and take a dip and get a drink, but
most I just crashed.

   From the few nights I did go over I finally met Joshua, Kettie's
business partner, and the 3 of us, if I was there, would blab, imbibe, and
have a good laugh together.  They had convinced me they were not a couple,
but at least 2 or 3 nights week if I got up to pee during the night,
Joshuas car would still be there, but would be gone when I left for work.
He may not have been her "boyfriend", but there was certainly something
going on between them.  For that reason I never did ask Kettie on that date
we talked about.

   August 15, 2013

   In the middle of August I finally took a few days off with plans to take
in some of the things upstate New York had to offer for the summer.  The
horse racing, the entertainment, the lakes were all the talk of break times
and during management meetings.  I had a Thursday through Sunday 4 day
weekend and I promised myself to spend the first day just sitting by the
pool, with plans to get drunk and have a lost night.  My mind needed the
vacation more than anything.

   Thursday I was up early and went out and stocked up on beer and carbs
for the weekend and watched for the lifeguard to pull up and open the gate
to the pool.  Once he got there I saw 4 people waiting to get in, 2 adults
with grandchildren, it looked like, and when I saw Brendan stroll down in
the body I used to have, I called it my cue to go over, now that I had
someone to talk with.

   "Hey Mattie, where have you been?  You must be working like a dog.  You
never get here during the day hours, it seems.  I never got to thank you
for the work earlier, and for talking with my Dad about having a beer on
the hot day.  This is my first day back, my job ended.  I was filling in
for vacation people.  Besides, school restarts in a couple weeks."

   "Is your girl going to meet you here today?  I wanted to meet her."

   "No, she works for her Fathers company, and I think that's to help keep
her out of trouble, . .  uh with me.  She tells me her Dad thinks I'm a
pretty boy." Brendan said, embarrassed.

   "Well, I suppose if you or I had a daughter we would be a little wary
too." I said trying to be a little fatherly, but Brendan laughed.

   "What's so funny.  Did I respond too much like an old guy?"

   "No, I totally agree, it's just . . . . .  you'll think I'm bragging.  I
wonder how she's walking today.  We went 3 times last night, I thought SHE
was going to kill ME.  The new townhouse that butts on the North side of
your yard is almost done and they leave it unlocked.  The guy next door is
watching it, but the entrance through the garage hasn't got any hardware in
it.  He can't see that side.  We didn't go in until after 10 and we were
gone by 1 o'clock." Brendan said somewhat proudly.

   "Oh, to be young again.  I was going to say the best I could do is a
deuce, but I haven't been laid since the week I moved in." I admitted,
adding, "I'll have to work on that."

   "The week you moved in huh?  I'll bet Kettie was right, you were a horny
California guy looking for something strange.  She hoped you didn't try
hitting that Marianne.  She's a little prissy according to Kettie, who
thinks she looks down her nose at her.  You acted too coy when I mentioned
her, not wanting to admit you got shot down." Brendan guessed.

   I flushed a bit and just shook my head smiling to let Brendan figure it
out.

   "I don't know what you're into, but, that chick has got a great ass. 
I'd love to pound her stink hole." Brendan said, stopping my mind in its
tracks.

   "That's pretty hard stuff for a kid, how long you been chasing skirts?"

   Brendan's grin turned so big I thought his face might break.  "We took
in an exchange student from Spain 2 years ago and my sister went to
Romania. She was 18 and looked like the sweetest thing but when she got me
alone one weekend, she skipped a school trip or something, she had me crazy
in a hotel room she rented.  We did everything together, and I mean
everything.  She wasn't my first lay, but she was the first for everything
else.  With her "away", my parents went to visit my Grandmother for a
couple days.  My Dad called me on my cell phone once when I wasn't at home
and I talked to him while she was blowing me.  She loved it up her ass as
well.  I think she was the horniest girl I've ever known."

   "Jeepers Brendan, you're embarrassing ME!"

   `Tell me Mattie, Marianne, she looks like a mouth that would love
sucking.  Nice lips!"

   "Marianne who?  ....  And if I did, I never kiss and tell."

   "I would just bet she's a good little cocksucker, little Miss
Innocence." Brendan said just before Kettie came down to join our party.

   "Well, look who the tide dragged in!  Mattie I bet you haven't been here
in 2 weeks and not 5 or 6 times all summer."

   "I know, I know" I said.  "I'm finally getting some ME time.  It's nice
and hot and great for pool sitting, so here I am."

   "Unfortunately the bar doesn't open for 4 hours, so we'll have to be
dry." She said making a sad face.

   "At some point we could sneak over to my place for a quick drink." I
told her.

   "If you think THIS is going to count as the date you said you would ask
me on, you're wrong." Kettie said wagging a finger at me.

   "You two have never dated?" Brendan said acting astonished.

   "Nooooo!" We simultaneously sing-songed with Kettie adding, "Brendan,
you've told me that after you turn 18 you'll try to sleep with me and when
Joshua is here you make dirty little double entendre's, so it may surprise
to know that I'm not some piece of meat or harlot sent here for yours, or
anyone else's pleasure.  A man and a woman can be friends."

   Brendan turned beet red and was looking for a way to apologize when she
stuck a finger in his face to make a point.  "I like you and I think you're
a sweet kid but don't think I come here to put myself on display for you. I
wear these little bikini's because I look good in them and they make ME
happy.  It's not an advertisement and once you get past that, you and I
will be fine.  Don't assume that every man who looks at me sideways gets a
turn.  Are we clear?"

   Brendan was at a loss for words and Kettie hugged him saying, "Now,
let's be buddies and enjoy the summer here."

   I was impressed by the way she put him in his place and made sure he
knew she could get past it all if he just understood, and apparently he now
did, even though he did try to skulk away.

   "Hey, where are you going?  How can the 3 of us party all day if you
take off?  I didn't castrate you; I just wanted you to put it away and save
it for your girlfriend.  Besides, it will give the busybodies here during
the day something to talk about if we all go to Mattie's place for a
drink." She said grabbing him by the back of his trunks.

   When he turned her smile would have melted butter in a freezer.

   "OK, I'll stay as long as you want me here, and I'll act a little more
grown up too.  Sorry if I offended you.  I can't have a drink with you two,
but I'll smoke a joint over there if you don't mind." He said looking to
me.

   "Only if you share." I said with a chuckle.

   We all laid in the sun and even took a dip or two, but as it turned
towards 2 o'clock the sun got intense and I was about to take a dip when I
turned and saw the shade under my umbrella on my front porch.

   "Why don't we go for that drink now, and sit in my shade.  Since he's
underage we better sit outside and keep the gossips from biting us."

   Kettie and Brendan agreed and we left our towels on our chaises and made
the walk over.  Kettie stayed outside all of the time and I just went in to
get beers.  I got Brendan a can of Coke and at one point he went in and sat
in my back porch and smoked a joint.  After our 2nd beer we strolled back
to the pool with just another hour before the bar opened.  That meant
Brendan had to leave, but he WAS way underage and no matter how old he
looked or mature he was, he had to leave.

   Kettie and I stayed until around 7 when Joshua showed up and they had to
leave to discuss "business".  I had planned to have breakfast at the track
in Saratoga the next morning so I was planning an early night anyway.  All
I knew was, 12 hours went by where I didn't have to think about work or
look at a computer screen, and I was refreshed.

   August 16 - end of October 2013

   I stayed busy the rest of my long weekend and didn't see Brendan or
Kettie for almost another 2 weeks as the season was dying down.  I was so
beat every night when I got home (working 13 and 14 hour days) I did little
more than wave to Kettie and or Joshua if they were by the pool when I
rolled in.

   October came and the pool closed and for the first time the bar was
going to remain open daily, 7 days, 4 until 10, and until midnight Friday
and Saturday.  Sundays they would open noon until 8 to accommodate football
season.  It was nice to have a watering hole right there and they did quite
a regular business each day.  Kettie would kid it was "Where everybody goes
to meet everybody else's wife".  I really didn't see it as a pick up joint,
but I wished it was in the fact I hadn't been laid since Marianne.

   October 31, 2013

   One Thursday night late in October I was getting home right at 5, the
earliest I had been home in all my time there and I saw Kettie walking in
the bar so I hollered over.

   "You want to save me a stool, or would you like to go out someplace?"

   She stopped with her hand on the door handle and turned to me.

   "Are you really asking me out?"

   "I have to date someone; I've been pretty lonely lately." I said with a
big grin.

   "Sounds like you need an escort service, not me." She said as she half
walked across to avoid shouting to each other.

   "I'm just kidding with you on that.  I'd just like to get out and get a
nice dinner and few drinks and relax and talk.  You're my best friend back
here in New York.  The fact you're a knockout will prop up my ego." I
confessed.

   "Flattery will get you nowhere.  Getting involved any other way would
screw up a friendship." She said with a smile and asked, "Do I need to
change?  I just got out of the shower and these are clean clothes."

   "You're fine.  Give me 15 minutes, I'll just shower." I said.

   "Can I wait in the living room for you?  Less hassle."

   "Sure come on in." I said as she got to my door step.

   I went back and grabbed a change of clothes and hustled into the shower.
When I came out I was dressed but still unbuttoned, working on that. 
Kettie was on the sofa with her shoes off and feet on the coffee table
sipping a vodka.

   "I figured we were good enough friends that I saw the vodka and other
bottles with glasses, so I got a little ice and here I am."

   "If you wanted to get that friendly, you could have come in the shower
with me." I wise cracked, my horniness coming out.

   "Shall I leave you alone for a while?" she asked with a shit eating
grin.

   "No, I promise I'll behave myself, BUDDY!" I said sarcastically.

   "I'm sure there are lots of people in here who think I sleep around, and
I've heard the women during the day mutter the word "tramp".  The truth is,
I don't have a long list of lovers, I've never been picked up in a bar, or
anywhere, and I've never slept with anyone on the first date.  With the few
men I have been with, I've always been discreet.  For those who see us go
out tonight, they'll all think we are sleeping together, and you know it's
not true.  If it ever does happen, it will not be on a horny whim.  I
really like you and need you much more as a friend than anything.  So, are
we both on the same page?"

   "Kettie, besides some friendly kidding around, you know I've never made
a play for you that way.  I understand how you feel and I'm on board with
it.  I may be an old horn-dog right now, but if that's what I wanted go out
for, I would have been straight up about it." I admitted.

   We went to dinner and stayed for a 10:00 pm comedy show, drank too much,
and ended up at a Diner across the way for coffee and carbs to eat up some
of the alcohol.  My pocket breathalyzer, which I don't suppose to be
extremely accurate, had me at a .07.  The gizmo only read 6-7-8- and DO NOT
OPERATE A VEHICLE.  I felt confident and drove us home.  I stopped at her
building to walk her to the door, just to prove I was a gentleman, but
before I could get out she leaned to me for a kiss and it turned into some
furious necking.  Once when she came up for breath she squeezed my knee
hard and said, "Hey you!  You know this is the alcohol talking, right?"

   I just nodded and went back for more of her mouth and tongue.  When we
got to the point where I was holding one of her magnificent breasts and she
had the head of my cock between her fingers, through my pants, she called
time out.

   "To take this any further, we'd be hypocrites.  I better go in, and you
better get home.  In 15 minutes we'll be jack and jilling off, thinking of
the possibilities.  Have a good one." She said opening the car door and
blowing me another kiss.

   She was right, in 15 minutes I was home jacking off, thinking of that
sexy mouth I was kissing a few minutes before.

   November 4, 2013 Looking to hook up, I hit a few clubs in the area from
time to time, but I guess I have my standards (read: picky), and anything
that seemed interested in me, I wasn't ready to embarrass myself with. 
Then on the day after we changed our clocks back I had reason to stop at
the sales office.  It was before 5, I had left work early, but it was dark
already.  That morning I saw construction temporary dumpsters were filling
and overflowing at the end of my block.  Now they were overflowing so I
made a u-turn to the office to complain of the eyesore, wind and passing
cars were splaying the stuff around.

   Marianne was there and seemed to be real happy to see me (for once) as I
explained the mess they were creating.

   "I'll go up right now and take a look, and then call the waste company
and see what the problem is." She happily said all smiles and lacking some
of the resentment I felt in past meetings.

   When I got home I started a quick dinner when there was a knock on the
door and I opened to see a smiling Marianne.

   "May I come in?" She said as I let her in.  "I saw the mess you
complained about and I wanted to tell you I called the waste management
company and they'll be here in the morning.  I'm so sorry to inconvenience
you."

   "Oh, great, and thanks for taking care of it right away." I said still
standing just past the threshold and greeting area before coming in the
living room.

   "So," she said, "How have you been?"

   "Pretty good, just real busy with work and all.  I barely have time to
even get across the way for a drink, like the summer." I said.

   "So you enjoy our bar and the extended hours, besides the summer?  We
didn't think it would be as popular as it has been.  We have a little crowd
every night, and the weekends are busy.  We may go to a dinner menu for the
weekend.  Just an experiment." She said suddenly nervous and jittery,
wringing her hands unconsciously.

   "Marianne, you're so fidgety, what's the matter?"

   "I'm not engaged anymore.  We're trying to work it out.  He has issues."


   "His issues have you fidgety?" I asked confused at this point.

   "No, the real reason why I wanted to come see you is what has me
fidgety. . .  I want a re-do." She said turning bright crimson.

   "Really?" I said surprised, my frustrations seeming to look for a way
out, suddenly.

   "Don't make me go through this Mattie.  I'm not going to beg.  I feel
like I'm going to explode.  Sex with my ex wasn't great, but it was sex."
She said quietly with wavering words.

   "Show me what you want." I said hoping she might drop to her knees and
get things started.

   However, she walked past me quickly and went to the sofa, standing in
front of it and took off her coat.  As I walked toward her she undid her
slacks and pushed them, along with her panty, down to the floor.  She knelt
on the edge of the sofa and reached between her legs, running her middle
finger through the V of her trimmed little pussy.  She said nothing, just
put her hands on the back of the sofa, and seemed to be hanging her head in
resignation.

   I walked up behind her undoing my belt and watching the sweet ass and
pussy I had licked my first few days in town.  I thought about the quiet
reluctance, and unintended want she had for taking me in her mouth that
day. Instant hard-on!

   I straddled her ankles with her pants around them and held her cheeks
apart with either thumb and pressed my cock to where her middle finger had
parted.

   "Ooooooffff!" She sighed loudly as I pushed hard up into her and held
myself deep within her to feel her flesh and muscles writhe at my sudden
intrusion.

   "Oh God!!  You're so fat in me!" She cried out as I held myself tight to
her sweet cheeks.

   I started to move in and out of her and she perked her head up quickly
and said "Don't cum in me.  I've missed a few pills, . . .  during this
drought." She half chuckled.

   "Don't worry, I still plan on cumming in your mouth and see you taste
what you've missed so much." I said as she hung her head again.  "I know
you liked tasting my cock, and I know you like it when I treat you like a
whore." I whispered, knowing it was a mean thing to say.

   Suddenly she began to pound her ass back at me, grunting at each thrust,
so hard her pants and panty shook off her feet.

   I tried to console her by saying, "What else would I call a woman who
comes to my house and pulls down her pants and asks to be fucked?  If you
came by and were straight with me, let me show you a nice time, you
wouldn't have to be like this."

   "I'm NOT a whore, and I don't plan on sucking you.  You pull out and cum
on my ass you sexist bastard!!" She hollered out, still bashing her ass to
my pubic bone to get as much cock as possible.

   "Good for you!" I said as I planted a crisp slap on her gorgeous ass
cheek.

   "This is the first time you've ever stood up for yourself sexually!" I
said as I planted another red hand print on her other side.  "If you do
this, you just might win your man back.  Show him he has the balls, but you
control them."

   I could tell she was trying to absorb my words and enjoy getting
slammed, as well as build a big orgasm, and one that suddenly took over her
body as she began to quiver and lose control of her thrusts back.  I saw
her ass bloom into chicken skin and then goose bumps as she grunted out a
big orgasm.

   I could take no more as my seed began to rise and I pulled from her and
shot a hard stream of cum right into her crack, careful not to shoot up
onto her clothes, and she pushed back to let it drip to the floor instead
of the sofa, and then I stood back.  She tried to step, forgetting her
pants were on the floor and she tripped and went down to the floor in a
lump, looking up to me and seeing my wet cock with a dollop of cum on the
tip.

   "Get me something to wipe my ass of your mess!" She snarled as I grabbed
the kitchen towel I had in my hand as I answered the door

   She reached and took it and wiped under herself and then handed me the
towel.  In the same motion she reached for my cock, squeezed it in her hand
and knelt up to take the head in her mouth.  She gave it a little tongue
swirl and then let it go, pulling herself up to sit on the edge of the sofa
to get her panty and pants straight to pull on.  I reached down and
snatched her panties.

   "There, I tasted your cum, you prick, on MY terms.  Give me back my
under-things and don't you ever be mean to me again." She said as she stood
and pulled on her pants, knowing she wasn't getting her panty.  "You
realize that while doing me a favor, I'm doing you one too.  I don't fuck
just anyone, you ungrateful son of a bitch."

   As she stood to turn and walk away I put a hand on her shoulder and she
turned back to me, glaring.

   "Marianne, sex isn't about who controls it, it's about enjoyment.  When
it's not what you want, you say something or do something to make it right.
Now you know what you have to do to get what you want.  If you had just
wilted and done what I asked you to do, I would be able to do that every
time."

   "There won't be ANOTHER time!" She snapped back.

   "That's what you said the last time.  I knew you didn't mean it then,
and I'm not sure you mean it now.  That's why I kept your panties, to show
you next time.  I have them from that night at the hotel too." I said as
her girded shoulders fell and the steeled chin of her face softened.

   "I know I can be anonymous with you, and you won't hound me.  If I
should feel the need again I'll go about it more directly.  I'm sorry." She
said softly.

   "Maybe we could go out on a date?" I asked.

   "No, that would ruin what this is to me."

   ". . . .  and what is that?" I wondered.

   "It's what just happened." She said and she continued her exit leaving
me there with my cock still out and a towel with my cum in it.

   If I ever thought she had a crush on me, I was wrong.  I actually think
she sort of hated me, in a way.  In another way I was a man who could
satisfy her and not ask anything more.  No commitment, no questions later,
she liked that.

   November 5th - 28th (Thanksgiving) 2013

   I didn't see or hear from Kettie, or her me, for almost a month, me
seeming to be married to my job.  I thought of calling Kettie a couple
times, not wanting it to sound like a bootie call.  However each time I had
that idea I looked over and saw Joshua's car, hard to miss a white
Corvette. I was convinced they must have become "an item".  He was there at
least 2 nights a week.  There when I went to bed, there when I got up to
pee during the night, and gone in the morning.  I don't think they were
doing P&L statements.

   That 5 or 6 minute fuck with Marianne held me for a few days before I
started feeling needy again.  I spent an entire Sunday morning in bed
jerking off.  I went two times and after a good 45 minutes of self-abuse I
got a third one out, but instead of feeling triumphant that I could go 3
times in the matter of a few hours, I felt ashamed that a grown man was
acting like a 16 year old boy.  I was determined to get laid, maybe even
find a girl friend.  (What a concept!)

   I once again hit a few clubs looking for some sort of hook up, but to no
avail.  I had truly lost my touch.  I started attending some of the
functions of my church in hopes that a lonely single woman might notice me,
or I her.  I even went to a church singles dance, and it was no secret why
the people there were single.  Our Pastor, who is somewhat hip (He goes on
3 or 4 cruises a year and I'll bet he doesn't wear a collar), even
approached me as I looked over the "herd" on the dance floor and looked
over his glasses to me saying, "pitiful pickings, huh?" My last hope at the
church was volunteering for a dinner.  I actually met a woman there who was
cute and a lot of fun.  I asked her on a date and she told me "no, but ask
me again sometime." I met up with her one more time walking out of church
and walked her to her car and asked again.

   She said she was sort of seeing someone and couldn't, but "to ask again
sometime".  So I took that as a "NO FOREVER" in my book.  Seemed like a
good prospect though.

   My "wheel" was in rotation to work the day after Thanksgiving, and it
made little difference to me.  I was able to hook up with a guy at work for
Thanksgiving Dinner.  He heard I was doing nothing and he insisted I join
he and his family.  It was him, a wife and an 18 year old son home from
college.  It was a pleasant day watching football and talking with his son
about my job and his interests, wanting to get in the chip field.

   November 29, 2013

   We worked a shunted shift Black Friday, just 6 hours straight through 10
until 4.  The option was getting paid for 8 to work 6 solid.  The Union
didn't like it but my crew agreed with no grievance.  As I was driving out
at 9:45 I saw Marianne unlocking and going to open the office.  I opened
the window and hollered to her, "Looks like only the real workers, me and
you, have to work today."

   She glared back at me like I had insulted her, but she replied back, "I
have two closings today, our lawyers are idiots."

   "Well, we have contracts to fill, but we only work till 4.  Enjoy your
weekend!" I yelled back as she disappeared into the office and I sped off.

   Black Friday work was actually productive.  I picked up slack and we got
an 8 hour production day out of the 6.  I had pizza brought in for our
break around 2 o'clock and it kind of put everyone in a good mood, shutting
down the grousing I heard earlier.  I usually work at the head of the wheel
where I can monitor production, but today I took a vacant "spoke" and
worked with them.  I hadn't worked with my eyes in a scope for such long
periods in a while, and I felt it.  Working 6 hours with one 20 minute
break was tough on everyone, but they were getting time and a half plus
10%. Recently we've had to work 3 hours, 15 minutes off, 2 hours on, 30
minutes off, 2 hours on, 15 minutes off, and then 2 hours.  It's a 10 hour
day and you're paid for all 10.  If we ever get back to a "normal" schedule
of 8 hour days, it's 8 a.m.  till 4:30 and you aren't paid for lunch.  If
you work over 9 hours 29 minutes you get paid for lunch.  The plant
incentivizes overtime to make people feel more appreciated and not dread
the long days.

   I was out of the plant a few minutes after 4:00 and going through the
guard shack at McCrea Gates by 10 after.  The guard, Harry, came out and
where he usually waves me through he held up his hand.

   "Good evening, Mr.  Cymbol.  I just wanted to wish you a Happy Holiday,
even though I missed you Thanksgiving.  Plus I wanted to tell you that
there will be a new man on this weekend so have your McCrea window pass
displayed until he gets to know you.  He'll be on weekends and some
Holidays for a while."

   "Harry, I'm going to go home, get in the shower, and then pour myself a
vodka.  I may never leave the house all weekend.  I have no plans to be out
with the shoppers or mess with the traffic.  You, my friend, should have a
Happy Holiday weekend as well.  Me, I can't wait to get in that shower and
relax." I said with a quick chuckle before I drove away.

   I did just as I had told Harry and plopped down on the sofa with Svedka
on the rocks with a twist.  Wouldn't you know as soon as I sat, the phone
rang.  Caller ID said McCrea Gates, so I picked it up.

   "Did you shower like you told Harry?" The woman's voice, who I
recognized to be Marianne's said.

   "Why yes I did."

   "If you unlock your front door, take off your pants, sit on the sofa,
and put those throw pillows on the floor in front of you, I'll come give
you my first blowjob." She said and abruptly hung up.

   I was floored by her words, the timing, and the certainty of her
intentions.  She was apparently playing catch-up with her sexual hunger, or
prowess, in order to catch the guy she wanted, or fetch another one.  One
thing was obvious, she resented me enough now that she could do anything
with me and never feel any attachment, plus treat me like shit so I
wouldn't want to be with her.

   I contemplated locking the door to stand there naked giving her the
finger, but a newbie or not, I've never heard of a bad blowjob.  If she
wanted me for a practice dummy, well, what are friends for?  Her resentment
of me probably stemmed from the fact that I rejected and embarrassed her
initially when she was so nervous to make the come-on.  Then when she did
get me where she wanted me, I took the reins, having her, among other
things, taste my cum and enjoy having her asshole eaten.  I know one thing,
if she really hadn't had an orgasm before that night, she had me to thank
for breaking open that gate of pleasure.

   I refilled my Svedka, drew the shades, took off my relaxation pants
(sweats) and sat on the sofa, taking the two throw pillows and put them on
the floor before me.  Then I waited.  In only a few moments I saw
headlights light up the road out front and then turn into my guest spot.  I
was getting stiff in anticipation as much as I tried not to.  The door
opened and closed and she came into the room with a dour look on her face.
She threw her coat on my coat tree and came over in front of me and dropped
to her knees.  She hadn't made eye contact with me yet, nor said a word.

   Her warm mouth went over me and I filled almost instantly, almost
shocking her as I let out a long relieving bellow of pleasure.  She pulled
up and spit a long stream of saliva over me, stroked me a couple times and
reattached her mouth.  She got a very wet mouth stroke going while I
groaned in satisfaction.  Finally, I spoke,

   "Holy shit, Marianne!  You're mouth feels so fucking good.  Where did
you learn to suck cock like this?"

   "Fuck you asshole!  Yours is the only cock that's EVER been in my mouth.
What you said was disrespectful.  I told you to never say anything mean to
me again, so if you don't want bite marks on your pride and joy, be
careful." She said before going back down on me.

   "If you're worried about pleasing a man, . . . .  you've got skills, for
sure.  Your sexy little face full of cock is enough to make any man crazy.
You still trying to get your boyfriend back?"

   She came up for air and said, "We're back dating, but nothing intimate
yet.  I'm getting the upper hand there, or he can use his hand the rest of
his life.  My pussy is not just his cum receptacle.  Now can't you just
shut up and let me do this?"

   "Take off your top, let me feel your titties on my cock." I said softly.

   "No, don't fucking touch me.  I'm sucking your cock until you cum.  Then
I'm going home where I have a date with my rabbit.  You just don't get it,
do you?" She snapped at me, before going back down on me.

   "Jesus Christmas, can you give me some indication that you're at least
enjoying this too?  Don't be a cold bitch, THAT isn't sexy."

   She stopped and put the head in her mouth and I felt her teeth pressure
on me.  She let up and said "Cold bitch?"

   "Well, give me another name for how you're acting?"

   "How about like a whore?  Isn't that what you want?  I seem to remember
you saying that." She said stopping her "job" and looking me straight in
the eye waiting for a comment.

   "What I want is for you to come and sit with me, relax and have a drink,
we get playful and neck, I little by little strip you, eat your pussy until
you're heat nearly explodes, feed you my cock to get it wet, and then fuck
the living shit out of you.  Then we fall asleep together and in the
morning we have a re-do after a shower.  Then we go out to breakfast, I
bring you home.  Later that day when I see you as I drive by, you wave and
smile remembering the good time I showed you, and I smile back thinking the
same thoughts."

   " . .  and what happens after that?" She snapped back at me.

   "We live our lives as always and if we happen to cross each other's
paths again, maybe try it again if we have no attachments." I explained.

   "Suppose I decide I want you to be more than that?  Or, you decide you
want me for more than that?  Then what happens?  I know I don't want you,
you've hurt me enough.  You don't want me; I'm a cold bitch and a whore."
She said softly, but surely before going down as far as she could on my
cock.

   I let her words sink in and figured there was nothing else to say, she
had her mind made up.

   After a few more minutes of silence I just threw my head back and said
"Keep sucking, you're getting me close."

   She took her hands off my cock and moved her hands up my torso under my
Under Armour top where she rested them on my rib cage just below my
nipples. Her head was pumping straight up and down on me as she would come
close to gagging.  Her mouth and my penis were awash in her spittle and I
was close to cumming.  I wasn't giving her any warning, just my breath
catch before I let go.

   "Hut!  Ohhhh!" I groaned as I shot a big load to the back of her throat
causing her to gag, but not enough to give up my cock.  She remedied the
gag by pushing her head down and swallowing over and over again, actually
squeezing the head of my cock with the opening of her throat.  The woman
had studied, and she was doing quite well.

   When I was through, and she was sure of it, she slid her hands back and
came up off me, her eyes watery, her mouth out of breath and drooling.  She
wiped the back of her hand over her mouth and looked at my cock.  I pulsed
out a little pearl of cum and she went back down to suck on me some more.
Her soft lips, mouth, and tongue were exquisite.  I would have bought her a
car for this.

   She came up her last time and again wiped the back of her hand over her
mouth.  She stood and brushed off her knees.  I plopped one more big pearl
to the floor.  Then I offered her my drink.  She took a sip and then
swirled it in her mouth and spit it back with a little blob of cum she
gathered in her swish.  Then she handed it to me with a smirk on her face.

   I took the glass, and downed it.  I pointed to the wet spot on the front
of her gray slacks saying, "I would have eaten all of your cum too."

   With no emotion she went over to the coat tree, got her coat, and went
out the door.  She started her car and was off.  I got up to watch her
drive away and I saw her stop, and pull over to the left just past the
divider beyond the pool.  She only stopped for a moment and I couldn't tell
if she got out or not, she was just that out of sight range.

   Chapter Four

   November 30, 2013

   In the morning I went to go out for breakfast and at the spot Marianne
stopped I saw she upchucked her lunch and probably all my cum.  I didn't
know if it was gagging, the cum (the thought of it) that made her sick, or
personal revulsion.

   In Saturday's mail I got a registered letter informing me that my
closing would be Tuesday at 4:00 pm at the McCrea Gates Clubhouse. 
Apparently there were other closings being conducted and their lawyers, as
well as mine were involved in more than one.

   My weekend was quiet with my just doing some shopping for more warmer
clothes.  My insulated hoodie wasn't going to be enough for a New York
Winter.

   December 3, 2013

   Tuesday afternoon I left work a bit early and made my way to the closing
site.  I walked in and found Marianne behind a desk waiting with a pile of
paperwork.

   With no emotion she simply said, "We have 4 closings, you're first, a
half hour apart and our lawyers already said they would be 20 minutes late,
and your bank is riding with them, they have all four mortgages.  They're
all in the same office building in Saratoga."

   She continued looking through her paperwork as if I wasn't there, paying
me no mind at all.

   "Marianne, if you had stayed the other night I could have comforted you
when you got sick.  You seem to think I'm some sort of animal.  I didn't
force you finish me like you did, it was your choice.  It was all your
choice."

   "This is not the place to talk about this." She said quietly.

   "Fuck you.  You don't have my cock in your mouth now; I don't have to be
too careful.  I don't mind being your guinea pig for sex, I think you're
hot, and I also think you're a sweet person under this cover you seem to
want to show me.  I don't hate you or think anything less of you for
anything.  Everything we've done was consensual."

   She remained quiet, but I could tell she was gritting her teeth.  She
finally broke, and as much as she wanted to scream out, she pointed a
finger at me with a very loud raspy whisper.

   "You made me eat your cum that first night, you licked my ass you
disgusting pig."

   "You could have stopped either.  You were anxious to get me in your
mouth, and don't deny that.  When I told you I was going to cum in your
mouth I was just trying to establish the upper hand.  It was up to you.  I
might have stuck a finger up your ass and told you I was going to fuck you
there too, but it didn't mean I was going to do it unless you wanted to go
along.  It's all part of the mating dance.  You never came out and said WHY
we were hooking up besides that you were frustrated and I had lit your
fuse. Just remember, I did nothing to come on to you, and rejected you from
the start because of your ring.  If anyone here is a cold aggressor, it's
you.  I would treat you nothing less than a lady if you let me, but you
want to act like a whore, so you get treated like one.  No matter how many
lovers you ever take, and as deeply as you may ever fall in love, NONE will
ever treat you with more consideration and tenderness as me when it comes
to sex.  That is a stone cold fact.  My partners orgasm is my priority,
always has been.  You chose to get me the way you got me.  I felt awful
after knowing you got sick, because that never had to happen." I said as I
saw her face, and her gristled stance softening.

   "Shhhh, they're coming in." She whispered.

   "I don't care, you have to admit you were wrong about me."

   "Shut up!" She whispered.

   "Admit it!" I said louder.

   "OK, I've probably been wrong about you.  I just don't want another man
in my life."

   "If you think I want you for anything more than a friend you're way
off." I said as the double doors opened and 6 people came in to join us.

   The closing went smoothly and there was no tension between her or I and
after a flurry of checks I was the proud owner of a mortgage, that World
ChipTech would pay until my house in Sacramento sold (up to a year when
they would buy my house for my mortgage balance, which seemed only fair, I
guess.  I wasn't expecting to make much, if anything on the sale.)

   Around 6 o'clock I went back over to the clubhouse and waited for the
last closing to break up and sure enough, Marianne was the last to leave
and lock up.  When she came to her car I got out and confronted her.

   "You know, I NEVER tried to be anything more than what I thought you
wanted from the first time we got together." I said as she quickly looked
around to be sure no one was listening.

   "Shhhh, we can't talk out here." She said vehemently.

   "Get in my car!" I said as I was still standing beside it with the door
open.

   "NO!"

   "Then we'll talk right out here.  The first time you wanted me to fuck
you . . .  " I started to say out loud before she quickly gave in.

   "OK, OK, I'll get in the car.  Just shut up and keep your voice down."
She said scurrying to my car.

   She got in and looked at me like I was going to tell her the meaning of
life or something, maybe some big apology, or some admission of being in
love with her, which was as far from reality as you could get.

   "Just what were you trying to accomplish the first time you came to me
in my hotel?  I'll tell you what I "thought" you wanted.  I thought you had
second thoughts about being married to this guy and wanted to know if you
were missing anything since he was making you wait for the full menu of man
and woman pleasures." I said as she flushed with embarrassment.

   "Don't play innocent with me Marianne, you've had my dick down your
throat, and I've licked your pussy and your asshole.  We aren't innocent in
any way with each other." I added.

   She drew a deep breath and spilled her guts.

   "I've told you my girlfriends always talk nonchalantly about their
affairs, fucking and sucking.  I wasn't able to relate to any of that and
they made fun of the fact I wasn't enjoying as wild a sex life as they
were, and he was sleeping over 3 or 4 nights a week.  When I approached him
about getting more adventurous, he was skittish and said it was for "the
marriage bed".  I wanted to, just once, be a naughty girl and know what
they were talking about." She said quietly, telling me about what I already
knew.

   She drew a deep breath and then said, "What I hadn't counted on was the
orgasms."

   "Mine?" I wondered loudly

   "No, MINE!  Sex always felt good and I thought THAT was an orgasm. 
Shit, you changed my whole life.  I've bought toys and can barely leave
myself alone.  When I went to your place and had you fuck me it was to see
if it would be as good as The Rabbit.  I was mad at you for getting me
addicted to orgasms.  Stupid huh?  Then you called me a whore and I wanted
to chop your balls off.  But, I liked when you cracked my ass and I liked
being told to eat your cum, but I couldn't let you win like that.  That's
why I stood up for myself.  You're right, if I ever get back with him, I
have to be the aggressor.  That was why I had to do the blowjob, to make
sure I could.  When I left your house I got sick because I was so repulsed
with myself.  If I let you know how much I enjoyed any of this, I was
convinced I would be a whore.  I upchucked when I realized there was no
other word for what I did.  If I had the guts, I would have driven off a
bridge that night.  I was stupid." She said finishing quietly staring at
the floor.

   "If you only just TOLD me what your questions were, and talked like a
grown woman.  I told you I wanted to take you and make passionate love to
you to show you how a man should treat a woman.  Not to make you my
girlfriend, but for both of us to get our nuts and get relief from the
stress of life."

   When I finished my little statement the car turned quiet, for a good
minute or so.

   "I'm sorry for acting like a dumb high school kid." She whispered as she
began to cry.  "I was so ashamed of myself for even wanting you.  You were
forbidden fruit.  My friends always talked about zipless fucks, and
suddenly I wanted one.  I wanted to be the "15 minute whores" they said
they were.  I wanted to be in charge, but you just got the upper hand and
used me."

   "I didn't use you.  You got what you wanted!" I insisted.

   "If you had just taken me into the empty house, fucked me and sent me on
my way that first day I would have had what I wanted and never had this
mess you've put me in.  I'd still be engaged!" She said her voice full of
regret.

   "And you would still be a neutered female, with no orgasms, no
enjoyment." I pointed out.

   "I've had 500 orgasms now, and what do I have?  A man wondering what
happened to us who doesn't know the first thing about pleasing me, but I
was happy then." She said still whimpering.

   "Fuck you Marianne.  If you were happy then you wouldn't have tried to
pick me up.  I saw the look in your eye, I knew what you wanted.  Get hold
of the reins on your relationship and if he doesn't make you happy, forget
him." I spat out.

   She sighed heavily and let out a long clearing breath.  "You're probably
right.  I gotta go."

   She got out of the car and went to hers and drove off.

   December 10, 2013

   As we got into the 2nd week of December I had more and more people
asking me to leave early with the Holidays coming up.  The common theme was
"it's nice to make all this money, but not having the time to spend it
before Christmas is frustrating.  My wife/husband is expecting something
special since I've barely seen them for 6 weeks now."

   I went "upstairs" and talked to my hub manager and asked if we could
dispense with the 10 hour days for the remainder of the month, it might do
a lot for morale.  He told me he would get back to me.  He wanted to check
delivery schedules and production goals.  I really thought I would never
hear back from him and I would spell someone a couple hours a day so they
could get out.  I had no problem with that.  But lo and behold I got a call
to meet with the hub manager and I thought I was in for a song and dance
with bonus sob story.

   "Mattie, your wheel is the most productive in my hub and you're the only
wheel command that can still produce at least as much as the bottom spoke
in your wheel.  You don't harass your team as much and they like working
for you knowing you're willing to work as hard as they do and still be able
to answer questions and solve problems within your wheel.  As long as they
all agree to it, you can go to 8 hour shifts until the 27th.  Then you're
back on 10's mandatory and we expect production to stay strong.  Will you
have a problem getting ALL of them to agree?  Otherwise we'll have a Union
problem."

   I didn't think so and went down to call for a team meeting at closing
that night.  The smile on the faces of EVERYONE was enlightening, and I
left them with this caveat.  "We have to get back up to speed immediately
on getting back to mandatory 10's and keep our performance up at the level
we're at now.  Otherwise I'll get moved to another wheel (I lied to keep
motivation intact).

   I felt great driving home that night.  It had been icy and snowy during
the day and traffic was ridiculous and then as I came to the crest just
before McCrea Gates I saw there was flashing lights and an accident clean
up.  They were just getting done and a car was leaving on a flatbed.  It
was unmistakable; the car on the flatbed was the white Corvette of Joshua,
Kettie's "business partner".

   As soon as I got on my block I saw lights at Kettie's and went to knock
on her door.

   "I think Joshua had an accident.  I just saw his car being carried
away." I told her and I then realized she had been crying.

   "Yes, I know, they're bringing him by helicopter to Albany.  He's hurt
pretty bad, but according to the guy in the ambulance, not life
threatening. They found his cell when they were cutting his pants off and
Josh asked to call me, so I know he was conscious.  My girlfriend is a
State Trooper and I called her to see is she could get any information. 
She just called me back and said unofficially it looked like broken leg and
hip.  His air bag saved him.  She told me not to bother at the hospital,
he'll probably be in surgery all night.  I want to go, but if there is
nothing I can do . . . ."

   "I can bring you there if you think you have to be there." I
volunteered, hoping she would turn me down.  (It was the chivalrous thing
to do)

   "Would you stay with me for a little while?  I've been upset and just
pacing the floors.  Now that I'm convinced not to go there, I'll have a
drink.  Join me?"

   "Uhhhh, . . . .well, I, . . . .  umm, . .  Sure." I reluctantly agreed.

   "What's the matter, you quit drinking or something?" She asked furrowing
her brow.

   "Well some guy is all torn up in the hospital and I'm having drinks with
his girlfriend in her living room." I explained my discomfort.

   "Joshua is NOT my boyfriend.  He is a good friend, a business partner,
but I don't have that kind of relationship with him.  I could take YOU to
the hospital and introduce you as my boyfriend, and he wouldn't care.  He
HAS girlfriends.  I couldn't have a business partner and be involved like
that."

   "Don't think I'm stalking you or anything but . . ."

   "How could I think THAT!" She interrupted me.  "You're never around and
I thought after our "date" you might show up at my doorstep SOMETIME!"

   "I'm sort of a workaholic, probably because I haven't got a relationship
right now, but I thought we agreed . . ."

   "I KNOW what we agreed that night!" She interrupted me again, "But, when
sparks fly there's usually a fire.  Do you think I let EVERY date of mine
hold my boob in their hand while I finger their cockhead?"

   "No," I said embarrassed to be confronted like this, "I thought you
wanted to keep up with our agreement."

   "But, I told you I needed a friend and then you never came around to see
me.  A friend with benefits would be impossible.  I never thought I could
handle that.  I'm not ready to jump into bed with you, don't get the wrong
idea.  But I thought we might become REAL friends and if that developed
beyond that and short of falling in love, benefits might still exist.  NOW,
you were saying . . . ."

   "Ummm, where was I?  Oh, Not that I stalk you, but I get up in the night
to answer natures call and I instinctively check outside and I see Joshua's
car here at all hours of the night, but gone in the morning.  What else am
I supposed to think?"

   "OK, it looks bad, but I can assure you he's not getting out of my bed
to leave when he does.  We do business, we look over potential buys and
offers and see if we think we can move them fast.  We obviously don't have
a warehouse so when we buy something we usually have to ship the entire
order to one spot so we have to be careful to get paid upfront and all
that."

   "OK, I AM so sorry for assuming, and I'll try to make myself more
available so we can get together, even if just for a drink or to talk.  I
would like that." I conceded.

   "Mattie, I would be worried about you if you looked at me and didn't see
me as sexual.  I know I'm good looking and have a desirable body.  You
should know that you're no slouch yourself, and judging from preliminary
findings, you're packing pretty decent heat between your legs.  I'm just
saying if something happened between us, it wouldn't be abnormal.  Again,
I'm not inviting you to bed with me, but things happen sometimes."

   My discomfort with the conversation was thankfully broken when the phone
rang.

   Kettie answered and then turned away from me, nodding her head and
finally thanking whomever it was on the line.

   "That was Tricia, my friend at the State Police, she's a dispatcher. 
Joshua has a compound leg fracture and a shattered pelvis or hip.  After
preliminary surgery here, they're going to move him to another hospital in
Albany where he can get better Orthopedic care.  God, I'm so screwed." She
said with some tears forming in her eyes.

   "Not as screwed at Joshua is." I added.

   "No, I didn't mean to diminish his problems, I just don't know if I can
finish some of the things I have going without him.  I've got to sit down
and figure all of this out.  He won't be available until at least tomorrow
and I don't even know which hospital yet, plus they may find more internal
damage when they open him."

   "Can I help?" I asked.

   "N . .  no, not right now anyway.  Maybe you should get home and take
care of your dinner and stuff.  I've really got to put my head into this
and figure where I am.  I'm sorry, I don't mean to give you the bums rush.
I've just got a lot of money on the line here and this IS my only means of
income."

   "Not a problem.  You know where I am." I said as I gave her a hug and a
little kiss before leaving.

   The soft smile she gave me after my peck on her lips was going to be
jack off fodder later.  When she said "I would be worried about you if you
looked at me and didn't see me as sexual" was an understatement, however I
am, and have been, capable of having a platonic relationship with a hot
woman.  Doesn't mean I don't get excited when I think about them.  Once I
was friends with a local Sacramento model.  We played together as tykes and
after years of no contact we became pals again.  I called her once on a day
off to see if she wanted to go to a music festival that afternoon.  I had
tickets I won at work.  Her only caveat in going was that she had to finish
her laundry, she was leaving the next day on a photo shoot.  She asked me
to come along and help her out at the Laundromat.  After sorting and
folding her under things from the dryer I was ready to forget the music
festival and go home to jack off in the shower.  She was a great friend,
but I was also a virile male, even though our relationship was platonic. 
(No I didn't keep any of her things for myself, although later I wish I
had) Although we were just friends and nothing could ever happen between
us, she still made me hard and wanting.  I AM a man.

   I went home from Kettie's and made dinner, my usual "big salad", with
cold cuts, cheese and a egg added to a lettuce bowl.  I wasn't working out
as much in New York, so I wanted to really watch what I ate.

   I settled down in my easy chair with a vodka and watched a little TV,
dozing in and out, and finally out.  I was awakened by my doorbell and
after shaking out the cobwebs and trying to figure if it was early morning
or late at night, besides what day it was, I finally came around and
shouted, "Coming!"

   As I got to the door I saw it was 10 after 11p.m.  and I wondered who
would drop in at this time.  I opened the door to Kettie.

   "Sorry for coming over so late, but I saw your lights on, but I can see
you were asleep.  I can do this tomorrow." She said, begging off the porch.

   "No, NO!  You're here, I'm awake, come in.  It must be something on your
mind to come out in this cold to talk." I said as I motioned her in and
shut the door behind her.  "Can we sit and talk?  I have a lot to let go of
here, but I've decided it's the best way.  I've been deceitful to you about
a few things and I want to come clean, because I'm in a bit of a fix.  If
you can't help me, I'll understand and I really hope this doesn't
jeopardize our friendship." She said, her face showing she was truly
troubled.

   "Please sit." I said showing her the sofa while I settled into my
recliner.

   "Don't say anything or ask any questions until I've finished, OK? 
Prepare to be shocked." She asked and I nodded.

   "While my drop shipment business is real and Joshua is my partner in it,
we only realize about 30 to 35 K a year profit.  We usually do about 50K
and our investment each year is around 20.  We could do more, but we just
don't have the money to risk since Joshua won't reinvest his profits.  What
I was making extra money on was, (a big sigh), webcam work.  I worked for
an online service getting paid in tokens that the service turned to cash
into a bank account for me.  I was just stripping and doing solo stuff for
guys and I was making around 3 to 500 a week.  It was embarrassing at
first, but they made sure no one local ever saw me and it was easy money. I
had some offers to do private stuff, but you have to have a dedicated
connection and other technical things I knew nothing about so I inquired at
Werner Communications and that was where I met Joshua.  The sales rep I
talked to didn't quite know what I wanted when I asked for a one on one
connection with conference and he called out Joshua from the tech squad to
figure out what I wanted.  He caught on to me right away and got me alone
to ask me if I was doing Web Cam stuff and wanted to go solo.  He was a
real great guy and I was attracted to him so I took him into my confidence.
I told him I had guys wanting private shows and he asked if I understood
that it meant doing real sex with a man or a woman.  I hadn't realized that
and it was then he told me he did scenes for tokens himself and had women
who wanted to see him, "at work".  It was here we became business partners.
We use old retired equipment that he has upgraded and updated and can do a
show for as many as 5 or 10 people, live, after they transfer money to an
overseas account.  We report the money to the government as profits from
our legitimate business.  What we are doing isn't strictly illegal, but
certainly immoral.  We can make anywhere from 800 to 1500 a night and we
work 2 nights, sometimes 3 a week.  Now, I know you're wondering what we do
for this money.  Private shows start at $500 and I usually strip and talk
about how horny I am and then Joshua comes in the picture, but never his
face.  We have a way to keep him anonymous.  (Kettie took a deep breath and
fixed her eyes away from me before saying) I usually start by giving him
head and all that goes with that.  If one of the customers wants to see
something special, like sucking his balls, licking his ass, they pay extra.
Every time cash is transferred, we get an email from the bank, and then do
what they paid for.  If no one asked for anything special, which is
unusual, he, with his back to the camera gives me oral and all that stuff.
Then he fucks me in a few positions.  Unless someone pays, he shoots on my
belly and we're done.  On average there are 3 or 4 people watching.  We are
untraceable and un-hackable.  The signal if very hard to tape or record
unless you have a ton of equipment.  They pay extra for him to cum inside
me and have me push it out, or do it on my face or in my mouth.  If one
pays, they all see.  Sometimes they get together early in the show and
decide on chipping in together.  I don't really enjoy the sex, but it can
feel good, but I don't orgasm, but we are not lovers, as I insisted
earlier. I was going to have to tell you about this before we ever got
intimate.  I had no plans to do that to you."

   I was just about to speak when she held up her hand and said "Wait, I'm
not done.  Hear me out.  Tomorrow night I have a full line of 5 people
already paid to see us work.  That's $2500, and probably another 2 grand in
extras.  I can't lose this and I'll lose my reputation if I do.  I need you
to take Joshua's place.  Please!  We usually do a 70-30 split, but I'm
willing to go 50-50 with you to save me.  Now you can talk, ask questions,
throw me out, whatever."

   I had no idea what to say.  I was shocked, intrigued, leery, and
downright afraid, all at once.

   "I'm speechless." I said my voice cracking.

   "Speechless in disgust, or amazement?"

   "Oh God, I AM amazed.  It's one of those things I've heard of, but never
quite believed."

   "Believe it, you could get $2000 for fucking me." She said with a smile
on her face.

   "I would probably do it for free, you know." I said with a smirk.

   "You don't hate me for this?  Don't hate me for asking." She said with a
sure amount of doubt and worry on her face.

   "No.  Tell me though, how did you afford this place if you already had
it before you started this?" I wondered.

   "I had a business buying houses from banks and flipping them.  I did
real well until the housing bubble burst at just the wrong time.  It was
the first time I had that much real money invested when the market pooped.
I couldn't get out from under what I had and had to sell some foreclosures
at a loss to pay off other debts, and some of them I had already improved.
If I went bankrupt I would have lost the house, but everybody wanted to get
paid.  After I liquidated everything I was still 50K in the hole but I
actually got a loan using my place here as collateral.  I paid that off
playing with myself on camera.  I was getting as many as 100 guys watching
me at once paying 10 tokens a minute for a 15 minute scene.  At 5 cents a
token its over $700, but some nights I was asked to do 3 shows and some
other kinky shit and when I had a guy ask to see me fuck on camera for a
couple hundred bucks and then get 3 others to watch, it was $800 for a
night, then if they wanted extras, it might be $1000 dollars."

   "Why the $500 starting price for tomorrow night?"

   Kettie turned bright crimson and blurted out, "Because I'm going to have
a butt plug up my ass and my lover is going to put it there before he fucks
me.  Um, I'm really not into that shit, but the offer was too much to a
pass on.  My male partner will be wearing a camera around his neck and be
looking right at me from his vantage point."

   "If I become your male partner tomorrow night, how many male partners
will you have had on webcam?" I asked.

   She never hesitated.  "You'll be the second, and if you can't do it I'm
going to have to refund the money and go back to dildoes for tokens and my
old boss will squeeze me for work for a while for quitting on him, even
though he knows I would still be in demand."

   I thought about it for a while, rubbing my chin, contemplating.  "Show
me where you do it, the cameras and all that."

   "Get dressed and come with me." She said as she got up, now at least a
little hopeful I might do it.

   At Kettie's place she took me into a back bedroom.  The walls were all
covered in black satin like cloth, except for the back wall that was white,
with a lamp that lit it.  She turned on a strobe type of red-orange light
that was fixed and rotated.  "This is what they use to draw the line around
a room to hang a ceiling.  Everything above that orange line will get
pixilated on computer screens.  That's how you stay anonymous.  Plus there
is a 10 second delay if you happen to get in, then we can stop it from
going out.  We'll each have panic button.  We work in front of that camera
that you or I can zoom with a remote.  This is the camera that goes around
your neck and aims down.  We use it for blowjobs, for doggie style fucking
and tomorrow for the butt plug scene."

   "Suppose they ask you to do an anal scene with me?" I wondered.

   "I don't do anal, besides toys."

   "They've never asked?"

   "Yes, of course, but it's priced off the market.  Everyone must pay
$3000 more." She said knowing no one would pay that much.

   "How do they communicate their wishes."

   "They text on the bottom of the screen.  I answer them by speakerphone.
If I talk loud enough, they can hear me.  Only one person can text at a
time, so it's not so confusing.  So one might text, "teabag him" and I'll
say "That's 100 dollars between all of you" If they raise the 100 I press
OK on my clicker and when I get the email from the bank, I perform.  Some
things they all pay if they want to see it.  In that case, they usually all
know each other and it was discussed earlier.  They're each with a lover of
some kind."

   "How long will this take?"

   "Two hours tops.  With 5 people I might have to field more questions
than usual, and they will all want their moneys worth.  The only odd thing
here is, all these people know each other and they might be plotting
things. Umm, you realize Mattie that if you do this, it doesn't mean you'll
have free access to me sexually afterwards.  As much as you might not
believe it, I've never had sex with Joshua unless I was paid for it." She
swore.

   "Are you saying that if I do it, sex between us is off the table forever
in our personal lives?" I asked.

   "Of course not.  Just know that you'll be watching me naked, playing
with me, doing oral with me, fucking me, and once the camera's go off I
cover up and you don't touch me unless I consent to it like any other time
in our lives.  You and I will be at work, period."

   "Normally this is the last thing I would EVER think of doing, but for
you I'll do as a favor, knowing I'll get satisfaction as well.  It should
be exciting."

   "Here's one thing you'll need to do, and I think you'll like this.  We
need to do a dry run, a rehearsal tonight to show you the ropes.  Can you
handle that?  You can jerk off in the bathroom later." She said rather
coldly.

   "Suppose I cum with you?"

   "I wish you wouldn't.  This is just a rehearsal."

   "Kettie, I'm a man, and you're a hot woman.  I may not be able to help
it." I told her.

   "Well, just TRY to control yourself.  There's a clean robe on that hook.
Go in and shower, come out in the robe and wait for me."

   I showered in record time, actually just making sure my junk was clean,
and I was out in a flash wearing the robe.  Kettie was in a robe now as
well, pointed to a chair next to the "set" and was headed to the bathroom
before she stopped and looked at me.

   "Have you ever done this before?  I don't seem to shock you, phase you
at all.  I expected you to be flipping out and storming out of here by
now."

   "I find it all very interesting.  I've seen webcam videos and thought
some were very hot, but the couples were always lovers.  You want me to
"act" and then continue a relationship with you that may or may not have
sex in it." I said as she didn't change her inquisitive expression one bit.

   I expected my comment to make her smile and crack her somber demeanor.

   "Mattie, if I hired you to paint my house while I was away for a few
days, the entire inside walls, and I gave you a key to get in, would you
expect to keep the key after you were done and come over whenever you
wanted?"

   "OK, I GET it." I said beginning to doubt my ability to do this. 
"Remember Kettie, I haven't positively said I'm in on this yet.  I'm just
checking things out."

   She nodded and was in the shower in a flash.

   She came out and walked by me like I was part of the scenery and turned
on lights that brightly lit the room, followed by two monitors and a
camera. She took a second remote camera with a neck harness on it.  Lastly
she turned on the laser light, not unlike a laser pointer, except it spun
and created a red-orange line around the perimeter of the room.  To be sure
I was out of the picture, I was to keep my head above it.  She came over
and put the neck camera on me and it was surprisingly light with just a
counter weight that pressed lightly between my ribs.  When I looked down I
saw the little 2 x 2 monitor that acted as my view finder and my eyes.

   "OK, Mattie.  I am going to start as if we are live and show you how
this goes.  Wait for my instruction." She held a little remote control on
her finger that I saw her test and it switched the view from my camera and
the one set up across from the futon that served as a bed.

   She knelt on the bed and shucked her robe; she wore a bra and panties
underneath.

   "Hello, my babies, my little honeys.  I hope I can make you all happy
tonight.  I see we're all in session.  Check in and make sure you all have
a good picture and sound." She smiled big and added, "Because you won't
want to miss one second of this.  My pussy is so wet I may drown my
boyfriend." With that she reached down inside her panty and groaned and she
rolled her eyes skyward."

   She sat back on her haunches and reached into a cloth bag on the bed and
took out a butt plug, and it was huge, along with a tube of something that
read Bodyglide.

   How is this big thing going to fit in my tight little bottom?  I told
you I would try for you.  If I relax enough, it may be possible.  Do you
know the best way I have to relax?  A nice fat cock in my pussy always does
that.  So maybe, and just maybe, I'll have this good soldier up my butt,
and a nice hard cock in my pussy.  I'll be so full I may not be able to
swallow, well, maybe one little mouthful later.  So let me know when you're
all ready for me to begin.  I'll ask for special requests a few times. 
Remember if you try to type and nothing shows, someone else is in the cue.
Be patient, I'm going to cum for everyone tonight."

   Then she dropped out of character and looked to me.  "Right here I'll
take this and work it up my butt.  I know it fits I've tried it.  I'll use
a desensitizing gel inside before I come out, it hurts like hell if I
don't."

   "Then after a little banter once I work it in and then back out I'll
introduce you."

   "Oh I see my special friend is here for me.  Come here Mr.  Johnson."
She said as she motioned.

   "Slip off your robe out of the camera shot before you come over."

   I did just that and she looked at me and smarled, "Where are your
undies? We aren't doing any nude stuff tonight, this is rehearsal!  You
didn't think you were getting any sex tonight, did you?"

   "Don't yell at me like I'm your fucking slave.  You said we were going
to rehearse.  I know how to fuck and you don't do it with your skivvies on.
You never told me to keep something on.  Jeepers, Joshua probably drove off
the road on purpose to get out of this."

   "That was low Mattie, and I'm sorry I snapped at you.  No, I didn't lay
any ground rules tonight, and I'm sorry.  Go put on your undies." "I'm
sorry for the Joshua crack, and I didn't wear any underwear."

   "Go tie a towel around your waist, OK?  Again, I'm sorry." She said as
she waited for me.

   "OK, we're in scene, you're coming over after I say "come here Mr. 
Johnson."

   She looks me in the eye, real sexy and asks, "Why don't you come stand
here in the bed for me, I want to meet your friend."

   She reaches out as if to take hold of me, and she does put her hand on
it, through the towel.

   "Now look down at me, get me in frame, when I blink twice fast, you
blink back twice fast and then I'm putting your camera on the screen."

   We go through her little signal and suddenly I'm aware that her head
looking up at me and moving as if she's sucking me.  I look down at my
monitor and see her giving me a faux blowjob and the towel barely contains
me.

   "God, you dick is big and fat, you're going to kill me tomorrow night.
Can't you control it a little, you're lifting the towel right off."

   "I know one way to make it go down." I said with a smirk.

   "You certainly are enthusiastic!  I know a way too, go give yourself a
handy Jay!" She said exasperated.

   "Let's just carry on!" I said losing patience.

   "OK, as long as there are no special requests, deep throat, ball
sucking, I'll move back like this and you come and eat me.  This is where
there will be a little break as you send the camera to me.  Keep your face
turned toward the back wall until you get in there, I'll be angled so your
face doesn't show.  I don't shoot you except zoomed on your tongue, no
face. Eventually I'll work my way to my stomach and you'll have to begin
lubing my ass, I don't know if you're into that."

   "I'd eat a yard of your turds just to watch them come out." I
wisecracked.

   "Get serious Mattie, this is real money." She said holding up the plug.
"This will have already been in me, but I usually dry up fairly fast, so,
lots of lube, and pay attention to the strobe, stay up.  They want to see
you push it up me, just be careful, not too fast.  Once it's in I'll flip
over and wait for you to put on a condom and get in me, but be fast.  I'll
be rolled back and the pad on the plug will be facing straight up,
otherwise I'll rip or you'll break your dick.  Hold off cumming as long as
you can.  When they've had enough time I'll tap you on the arm and then
you'll pull out.  Pull off your condom from the tip, don't peel it, it's
faster.  Help get it near my face.  Try to shoot your cum in my mouth, I'm
going to push it out and after you're done I'll suck on the head for a
second.  I'll lick my lips and blow them a kiss, and I'll shut down the
connection.  But for now, mount me so you have the hang of the strobe,
being able to slam me, and they'll keep asking for harder fucking to make
sure I really get it.  It gets them off."

   I came over to her and she was spread eagle with her ass tipped up and I
went onto her in a dry hump.  The friction on my dick was killing me and I
pulled the towel out and I was rutting right up and down her pussy groove.
She was getting excited as well, but as soon a she saw I had the hang of
keeping my face out of the shot, she pushed me off.

   "Wow, and I'm supposed to act like nothing happened the next day?"

   "Well, I hope you can.  You're playing a part." She insisted.  "Yes, a
part every man in the complex has probably dreamed about." I reasoned.

   "Do you mean that if we had sex that one night we went out I would have
a problem with you?" She wondered.

   "No, not really.  It would just be a little different because I have
real feelings towards you, but more as a friend and confidant, than lover.
But, could I fall for you?  I think I could, you have a lot of nice
qualities."

   "What are they, being a video prostitute?" She said, being
self-deprecating."

   "I thought you were "just working" Ket, make up your mind.  If you're
just acting, I'M the prostitute, not you.  I'm really going to enjoy this,
if I do it."

   "You want to fuck me that bad?"

   "No, I'd rather make love to you."

   Kettie flushed red and even teared up a little.

   "That's the nicest proposition I've gotten here.  Everybody thinks I'm a
whore." She said, now crying.  "I'm single and parade around in little
bikini's and the women gossip.  Then I don't leave and go to work, so they
think I'm a kept woman."

   We both didn't say a word for a few minutes and she looked to me saying,
"I really NEED this payday Mattie, please tell me you'll do it."

   "I thought you paid off your big loan."

   "I did, but I owe 4K in the back mortgage I neglected to pay doing that
loan.  Those payments could not be late.  Joshua will give it to me, if he
can move in and put this place in his name.  I don't want that.  I actually
want him out of my life, I'll go solo.  I only want to do it twice a week
and I could get by.  Once I'm free of him, free of the debt, I have
promised dealings that could turn big cash for capital to get me off the
ground solo, but I can't do that until I'm debt free, Joshua free."

   "Joshua thinks he's your boyfriend, doesn't he?" I asked.

   "No, but he thinks I'm his meal ticket all of the time.  Right now I
have enough capital to buy him out of the business and the way we drew it
up, I can do that whenever I want." She told me making the web even more
complicated.

   "Kettie, are there any drugs involved in any of your dealings?"

   "Absolutely NOT!  That's what I'm trying to avoid.  Josh has already
told me that if I pay him off and buy him out he'll walk away and do
business the way he wants.  He's willing to take risks, I'm not." She said
forcefully with passion.

   "Kettie, I'm going to do it because I want to help you, and I want to
show you I'm your friend, and I want to fuck you like crazy." I told her in
all seriousness.

   She laughed and leaned over to kiss me.  "Thank you." She said, and then
she turned business-like and sent me home.

   Chapter Five

   December 11, 2013

   I had a hard time concentrating at work the next day, and of course the
day dragged on like 3 days in one.  However, at 5 o'clock I was headed home
to shower and wait for Kettie to call me over.

   Just after 9 my phone rang and she simply told me to come over as if we
were going to have tea.  From the time I walked into her home and then her
"studio", she acted nothing but professional.  She spoke to me like an
employer, and I, a paid actor, and once the camera went on she became the
hottest woman I think I've ever been with.  We did exactly what we talked
about and ran through the night before.  There were special requests, I got
my balls sucked, deep throated, I pulled her hair, I spanked her ass red.
When the great show came about I really worried about hurting her, shoving
that plug up her butt.  She had it in there earlier, but she never nested
it up to the base.  I did a slow twist and push and pull until it was in
her.  She wasn't comfortable, but swooned saying it was heaven.  She
flipped over and tipped her butt up.  From here I pile drove her, feeling
the round bulb against my cock.  It was almost to a point where it was a
distraction, so I was going to be able to last much longer than I had
thought.

   Then the board buzzed and she looked over and sort of smirked saying, "I
told you, 3K each for anal penetration.  No private shows.  He's going to
cum in my mouth now.  Again the board buzzed and there was the familiar
ring on her phone from the bank, verifying deposits in that account.

   "Fuck," she whispered in a panic, "they just put 15K in.  You're going
to have to do it, I'M going to have to do it.  I offered, they paid, I have
to do it.  Are you up to it?" She said with a look of sheer panic on her
face.

   "Do what?" I whispered.

   Then, in character, she pushed me off and demanded, "Fuck me in my ass,
I want it!"

   I had stopped thrusting into her and I was un-frothing a bit, and I
pulled out.  She rolled to her knees and got into doggie position.

   I knew I had to remove the plug and she swooned a lot while I was doing
that, but when it came out, she was gaped about a half inch or more.  I
gave her no time to think or wonder or coach.  I went and put the head of
my condomed cock on her asshole and shoved in.

   She swooned loudly and dropped her head, folding her body near flat. 
That made keeping my head above the line easier, being able to kneel up
straight.  At one point of my filling her ass I detected an orgasm, and not
a faked one, either.  She was so stretched out from the plug that the pain
of getting used to being so full was past, and now a new full feeling was
doing her no harm at all.

   I knew I could cum like this and I faced the wall and bent in to the
picture to whisper to her.

   "I'm going to cum in about 30 seconds are you ready?"

   She just growled an "Uh huh!"

   I slid out and was thankfully totally clean.  She pinched the end of the
condom and pulled it off and put her mouth over the tip.  I saw her lips
purse from the rubber taste and then I shot and she choked, but never lost
a drop.  After her goodbye and blowing a kiss to her customers she faded
the cameras off and fell into me with a great big hug.

   "I've never been fucked up my ass before, but we just made about 22
thousand dollars!" She blurted out happily

   "I'm honored, but where did you find people with that kind of money who
would pay to see this?" I wondered aloud.

   "I think they are Americans overseas someplace where either social
standards are strict, or they don't like ethnic women, but they all know
each other."

   "Why don't they just get together at one screen?" I asked.

   "I suspect they all have partners, either wives or hookers and want to
be alone with them for the show.  They obviously planned this and had the
money ready.  Obviously money is no object.  Now I'll change my IP address
and everything and become anonymous to them.  I don't need some horny guy
trying to stalk me.

   "So, I was your first, you know, back there?"

   "Yes, a lot of fingers and toys, but I always thought it hurt too much.
I know you saw the gape and went for it.  Good Boy!  I could do it again
for that kind of money!" She laughed but then turned serious, "Understand,
outside of this persona, adult actress, I don't talk so blasé about sex and
sexual situations.  I would like to be respected as a woman, as you have
always done.  So, was I your first?"

   "No, you weren't, but the sexiest, by far.  You seemed to enjoy it once
we got going, at least I hope you did.  "

   "It's work first Mattie.  I'm not an attention whore like LadyLu,
another woman who does this with her husband.  She calls herself a whore
and does anything on-screen.  She has a whole series of anal training
scenes she sells, but it's all with toys and she won't do the deed or even
offer a price.  She calls herself a whore, but she won't taste cum.  I
fashioned myself after her at first, but she makes it all seem so dirty.  I
like to make it look a little passionate and not something I do all day
long, every day.  I swallow in scene because it's sexy and it finishes the
scene, it's a clear end."

   I just smiled and nodded to her and ran my hand over her hair.  She was
so pretty at the moment, despite what we just went through.  She smiled a
heartfelt soft smile, dropping that business persona for a moment.

   "You've always wondered what Joshua does here late at night.  We settle
up.  I finalize the money, have the bank do the on line transfer exchange
to his account." She said beginning to pick up her robe and get
professional again.

   "You won't have to do that tonight." I said, causing her to raise an
eyebrow.

   "You don't have any online account I can transfer to?  Do you want a
check?"

   "I don't want anything.  It's all yours."

   "NO!  I CAN'T!  It's YOURS!"

   "Shhhhhhhh.  Stop.  Buy me a drink sometime.  Besides if you pay me I'm
a prostitute, and I don't want to be that."

   "Oh?  It's OK if I'M a prostitute?" She said with and edge like she was
ready to strike.

   "No, you're an adult actress, just doing your job.  You are much too
sweet to be a prostitute." I told her.

   She softened right away and looked at me tenderly.

   "I can't wait until the first time we make love as a couple.  I really
loved your dick and you're about the sweetest man I've ever met.  You like
me, you care about my feelings.  Sure, I know you like my body, you're a
man, and you're human.  But I can tell.  You really like me.  I don't mean
me - tits, me - ass, me - pussy, you like ME.  If you don't ask me on a
date again, I'll ask you.  OK?"

   "OK!  I better get going.  I have to work my "other job" in the
morning." I said with a wink causing her to smile.

   I really wanted to get home and digest everything that went on that
night.  I really thought I would have a negative perception of Kettie
afterwards, but it was not like that at all.  It truly was like she was an
actress playing a part, and then the camera's go off and she's back to
herself.  The only time she really let that wall down was when she said
something I'm not sure she realized she said.  "I really loved your dick".
Those are words any man would love to hear, and coming from a woman as sexy
and beautiful as Kettie, it's fantastic.

   December 12, 2013

   I ended up working until almost 6:30 the next day trying to cure some
software problems one of my "spokes" had that wreaked havoc on production.
Once taken care of I stayed and got my wheel up to snuff so we wouldn't
fall behind before Christmas.  As I drove in McCrea Gates I noticed
Kettie's car was gone and her place was dark so thoughts of calling her
went away.  I ate and sat in front of the TV and fell asleep until the
phone rang around 9:45.

   "Hi, I'm right out front.  Can I come in? . . .  or are you sleeping?"
Kettie's voice said softly.

   "Uh . .  Oh . .  No I was just dozing in front of the TV, haven't went
to bed yet." I said, still confused knocking out cobwebs.

   "No I can't come in, or no you haven't gone to bed.  If you have company
I'll understand." She replied.

   "Please come in." I said as I got up and opened the door and saw her
walking up.

   I looked like she had been crying and though she wore little make-up, if
she had today, it was gone.

   "What's the matter?"

   "It's been a long hard day, but it's over.  Can I get a hug?" She said
as she held me tightly for a moment or two.  "Sit down and let me explain."

   "The hospital had to report that they found cocaine in Joshua's system
after the accident and that went along with the Tox Screen the officers
took at the scene.  They went back to his car and found $25,000 in cocaine
hidden in the back cubby.  They found his connection to me and seized all
my business records and searched my house, asked me to volunteer to a blood
test.  Luckily I broke down the "studio room" this morning.  My sister is
coming for a couple days before she starts a new job in the UK.  She won't
be in the States for Christmas."

   "So was everything OK?" I asked.

   "Of course, I only do alcohol.  A little pot when I was a kid, but never
anything else.  Joshua had no stash at my place, and there was no
irregularity in my books."

   "Now about your influx of cash last night?"

   "That's a foreign account and they would need a lot of red tape to get
into that, but those amounts of a few thousand dollars and a balance of
less that 25K aren't exactly eye brow raisers." She assured me.

   "So, I finally get to see Joshua and he has a Police chaperone at the
door.  He has a broken leg, broken hip, and some minor internal injuries.
He was on his way to see me to ask me to either buy him out, sell him my
share, buy half my house for what I owed in back mortgage, and to quit the
webcam gig, he has a girlfriend and wants to get serious.  She's since been
arrested for possession after they investigated." She told me in a sad
tone.

   "You don't know how embarrassing it is to have people come into your
home and turn everything upside down trying to find something you know
isn't there.  They look at everything, going through drawers of lingerie,
personal things, (flushing red) you know, toys, gadgets, lube, normal
single woman stuff.  But I was totally clean.  After the search I went back
to the hospital and with Joshua's lawyer there had him sign off and agree
to my buying him out and take his name from the drop ship business.  It
cost me 17K, but I've had most of it set aside to try and buy him out
anyway.  I think I told you that last night. . .  and by the way, I'm going
to give you a check for $5000.  I can't let you do that for me and not get
anything."

   "If you insist, give it to me, but I'll just tear it up.  I do not want
any money!  I did you a favor last night and had anonymous sex in the deal.
To me it was just a wild night out, with no alcohol.  I don't remember who
I was with, but I had a good time.  Use the money to get straightened out."
I insisted.

   "You are too good to be true."

   "Just be smart with your money and don't make any rash decisions again.
Use your trade business to keep your head afloat and if you're coming up
short, use your other assets to fill the holes, no pun intended."

   "Thank you Mattie, you're sweet.  I need to get home and hit the rack.
Can we get together this weekend, just me and you, drinks and dinner, MY
TREAT, and on that I INSIST."

   "I can do that.  I'll call you Friday night." That was how I left it.



   By Friday night I hadn't forgotten about Kettie, I was just serving my
lord and master, . . . .  my job.  I didn't get home until almost 7:30 and
I had so many things running through my head, it wasn't until almost 9:30
that I remembered to call Kettie.

   "Hello!" She answered quickly and abruptly.

   "Kettie, sorry to have waited so long to call, I . . ."

   "That's perfectly OK, I'm just so happy that you called." She said as if
she were a bit desperate to hear my voice.

   She went into a spiel about going out for a night and she seemed
breathless and during her 2nd or 3rd sentence I realized she had been
crying or upset, that was why her voice sounded so funny.

   "Kettie?" I interrupted her, "Have you been crying?  Is something
wrong?"

   "No," She lied, "Just waiting for your call."

   "I'm sorry, I've just been crazy at work."

   Then there was a long silence and suddenly she burst into tears.

   "Kettie!  What IS the matter?  Do you want me to come over?" I asked a
little alarmed.

   "No, I was just so afraid I had blown any chance I had to be with you. I
was convinced I would never see you again, you hated me for what happened
between us."

   "So, you're OK?"

   "No, I'm not OK.  My sister is coming tomorrow and I'm a mess over a lot
of things, and you're at the heart of many of them." She sniffled out.

   "What problem could I possibly be causing?"

   "I have to make another confession to you and you're going to begin to
think I NEVER tell the truth." She said passing sniffling to crying.

   "I'm going to come over." I said firmly.

   "No, don't.  Let me come over there.  I have to get out of here.  I've
been stuck here all day."

   We hung up and I watched for her and as she came into sight I poured a
couple Vodka on the rocks.  As she walked up the drive I opened the door
and she did a couple pick-up steps to get to me faster.  She practically
jumped in my arms and held on tight.

   I kicked the door closed and she loosed her grip on me and looked me
square.

   "You know how I said that no one could record our show because of an
encoding on the signal?  I lied, I can copy them and I have every one of
them.  They record onto an SD card in the camera and afterward I take them
and mail them to myself to a Post Office locker box in my sister's name.  I
never pick them up, I just have them for myself in case I might ever want
to do something with them, in case I get desperate.  Anyway, I went today
and picked up our recording and I can't get you out of my mind.  I've never
really enjoyed myself in these shoots, they were just work.  I really came
with you, and I really enjoyed you and our performance.  I masturbated 10
times, at least today, watching it.  I re-mailed it to the Locker Box
already and I'm already tempted to go get it again."

   `Why would you do that when you can have ME right here?" I asked causing
her to wordlessly gesticulate and hold back tears and words before
exploding.

   "Despite what everyone thinks, I'm not a whore, I'm not easy, and I've
only slept with a few men and to draw you into a sexual relationship as
deeply as I might like to go would show me to be not as smart, as careful,
and level headed as I want to be.  I always have control of my sexuality.
I'm 34 and the first man I ever slept with was the only man I ever slept
with until I was 28.  We grew apart after 9 years.  I had one other serious
boyfriend for a couple years, then Joshua, who NEVER made me orgasm, and
now you.  Why are you making me so fucking crazy?"

   "What's crazy?  I'm right here if you want me." I said smiling coyly.

   She snapped back quickly.  "We've been on one date, and we've worked
together one time, I really barely know you, and I DO want to know you so
well.  But, despite what we experienced in front of a camera, I never have
slept with anyone so quickly as I want to sleep with you.  I know how
confusing this might seem to you after what we did together, but PLEASE
understand."

   "Do you realize that you told me that you really loved my dick?"

   "I said that out loud the other night?" She whispered back, embarrassed.

   "Yes, you did.  I guess you let your guard down, huh?"

   "I guess I should be terribly embarrassed, but . . . ." She started to
say, but then stopped.

   "But, what?" I wondered.

   She flushed bright red and looked away, "I really did like your dick. 
I'm no expert, but you filled me like no one else and, you just exuded sex.
You made me feel different.  It wasn't all acting that night, except when I
acted like I enjoyed the anal part."

   "Kettie, I know you had one orgasm with it.  You can't fake what I saw."
I say with a little smirk.

   "YOU FUCKER!  You enjoy making me a bigger whore, don't you?" She lashed
out.

   "Is THAT what this is all about?  You've met someone who knows no bounds
to YOUR sexuality and you think if you have these feelings it makes you the
woman you never wanted to be?  You "act" the part so well on your webcams,
you never wondered why you made it all seem so easy.  Maybe you were living
out fantasys, but the inner you kept telling you not to enjoy it.  Now
you've met the person who makes you WANT to feel those things, feel that
way and you think you're flawed, and you blame me.  Every man, every woman
has those feelings within them and the right person can bring them out, and
they do things they never imagined out of passion and lust.  Then comes the
judgment hangover, the over-thinking of what transpired and surely YOU
couldn't be capable of acting like that.  Certainly you've heard the
expression "a lady in the living room, a whore in the bedroom".  Don't you
think that every woman is just that?  She knows she's not having tea in the
parlor when she takes off her clothes and gets familiar with a man, just
like the most gentlemanly men get in the bedroom and become feral animals
that hunger a lustful woman.  It's human nature."

   My words calmed Kettie down a bit and she looked to herself for some
answers, but was clearly worried about the impression she left on people.

   "I just don't know what I've done to make people like that snotty
Marianne Preston look down at me, and all she knows of me is from seeing me
at the pool and signing my mortgage.  I've no other interactions with her
at all.  Yet, if she is down here showing someone the amenities I can
almost read her lips telling people about me.  The little bitch pigeon
holes me, but at least I'm not a cold bitch like her." Kettie carried on,
obviously peeved at the way Marianne and others looked at her.

   "I'm not one to kiss and tell, but what if I told you that she was of
that same persona I mentioned before, lady in the living room, whore in the
bedroom." I offered.

   "Oh PLEASE!!  Her, and YOU.  I would NEED video tape of that to believe
it." Kettie said with a big grin and doubtful look at me.

   I reached into the seat cushions and pulled out two pair of panties and
asked her "Do these look like something she might wear?  I'm saving them
for her until I get a dozen.  I didn't get a pair the last time she was
here, she just came in and gave me a blowjob and left."

   Kettie looked at me curiously and then said "You aren't lying are you? I
thought she was engaged, you home wrecker." She said with a little grin

   "She's not engaged anymore, she found out what an orgasm was.  I
certainly made her curious.  But I might add, she was the instigator the
whole time, every time.  There was no chase in me.  She began to doubt her
engagement and wanted to find out what she might be missing out there."

   "Why that fuckin' little bitch, she's a bigger whore than me." Kettie
said shaking her head.

   "But, here's the difference.  She said she wanted to be a little whore,
and be treated like one.  She's a psychiatrists dream!"

   "What else?"

   "I've said too much already, I don't kiss and tell, or brag.  I just
used her story to show you what normal behavior is once you get behind
closed doors.  AND, you truly believe by conviction that what you've done
in front of a camera for money is "just going to work".  Something you had
to do to get by." I said as I pulled her to me on the sofa and I stroked
her hair.

   "I feel guilty for the last one with you though.  I enjoyed every minute
of it, well, except for that big plug in my butt.  That hurt until it got
in.  When they paid for the anal I knew I HAD to do it, and I truly
expected to have to hide tears, but you were sweet and gentle." She said
turning her face to me with a smile that would excite the Pope.

   "Kettie, don't give me that look, I'll bust right out of my pants. 
Right now I'd like to rip your clothes off and make love to you."

   "Is it the look, or is it me?"

   "It's YOU, goddammit!  I know how sexy you are!, . .  and I'd be lying
if I said I don't feel something for you"

   "The same here Mattie.  I should go.  I don't want this to get out of
hand and I know I can't trust myself.  Tell you what, call me in 10 minutes
and we can do each other over the phone."

   "Even though we've ALREADY made love?" I asked, a bit exasperated.

   "Like it or not, and orgasms notwithstanding, it wasn't making love, it
was acting, just fucking.  You'll, or should I say WE'LL, have to wait."

   Her logic was driving me crazy, but her looks and personality had me a
little crazier.  I really wanted to be with her, even if I had to wait for
sexual satisfaction.  At least she knew the frustrations.  So officially,
if I were keeping score of what really counted, I went to 1st base with
her, I've held and squeezed her boob through her shirt, and she held and
rubbed the head of my penis through my pants.  Everything else that we did
was off the board, because it was acting, even though she and I were
drenched in her cum.  Somehow it made SOME sense to me and made me wonder
if man, in general, would ever understand women.

   I threw down the vodka I had poured, and the drink I had poured for her
that we never touched.  I went in and took a long pee.  I took off my
clothes and went to bed with the tube of lube.  I dialed her phone and put
it on Speakerphone.

   I squeezed a blob of lube in my hand and waited to hear her answer.

   "Are you naked, or are you sticking out of your PJ's." She asked without
even a hello.

   "Wow, you've done this more than once, haven't you?" I said being
snarky.

   "I was in a relationship for 9 years and he and I were both on the road
a lot, smart ass.  I know I've told you lies before, but they were
protection lies and when I was able to, I fixed them.  I promise I'll be on
the level from now on.  Now answer my question before one of us loses the
mood."

   "I'm naked."

   "Me too, and looking down over my flat belly I can just see my puffy
pussy lips and they need to be spanked and handled." She said in a low Demi
Moore voice.  "I just don't know why I can't be there to do it for you." I
selfishly said.

   "Can't we just take care of the business at hand, no pun intended, and
then talk later?" She answered impatiently

   "Your voice over the speaker has me hard as a rock.  I'm not touching
myself for pleasure, right now it's for relief.  I keep squeezing blood out
of the head.  A mouth would do this so much better." I said to get into the
sex right away.

   "It's one of the reasons I can't be there with you.  I want to suck you
and taste you so badly right now.  A lady never puts a gentleman's penis in
her mouth on a second date.  That's for very personal sex when you've known
each other." She said in a long breathless exhale.

   "Is it more personal than describing masturbation over the phone?" I
asked as I ached for her mouth.

   "Do you mean like telling you that I have a handful of throbbing pussy
right now and I can feel the bump of my clit right in the middle of my hand
and I'm about to pinch it to give me the same relief you're seeking?"

   "I sense you're struggling with the phone, can't you put it on speaker?"
I asked.

   "I've never done that before, does it work well?"

   "Try it." I said a suddenly I heard the ambient sounds of her room, the
sheets rustling as her feet clawed at the sheets.

   "Now my lovely Kettie, put your middle finger inside and try to rub the
back of your clit, even though you can't feel it, rub behind, and keep your
other hand working on your clit.  I'm doing long strokes thinking about you
doing that."

   "Oh God, there's a strange and wonderful flush in my loins doing this. I
feel the blood rushing to my pussy, and I'm going to cum.  But it's
different, there's pressure building down there."

   "I'm pumping my cock wishing it were inside you, kissing the opening of
your cervix.  I can only imagine you working it.  You're lifting your
pretty ass off the bed now aren't you?"

   "Yes, I am.  I'm going to pass out, it feels like.  I may squirt!"

   "Work your fingers harder and let go of everything.  You're going to
cum!" I said just before I heard a shriek.

   I heard huffing and puffing and then "Oh my God!  ", followed by the
sound of her rubbing herself with a lot of squishing.

   "Ohhh!  God!!  I've never done THAT over the phone!" At this point I was
jerking in earnest and I started to grunt and groan a little myself before
I let out a holler of my own.  "I'm cumming, shooting!"

   There was one more little shriek from her end and then a long period of
silence on both ends our connection.  She was the first to speak.

   "How do you know so much about that?  You don't even have a pussy!  I
thought I needed a lot more stimulation to squirt like that.  I mean, I've
squirted before, but not so easily.  I thought I knew all the tricks."

   "How big of a mess did you make?" I wondered as I wiped my hands on my
stomach, knowing I would shower.

   "I'm going to have to change the bed.  It was incredible."

   "How much would they pay for that?" I asked.

   "I could get 50 tokens, I bet." She said, her entrepreneurial mind
working.  "Oh, by the way, did you cum?"

   "Sure, who cares about me?  I got splatter all over my chest, and even a
little pre spray on my face." I said still catching my breath.

   "I'd love to eat all that, not off your body, but hot straight from the
tap."

   "KETTIE!  I'm going to get hard just thinking about that!" I
whined."See, you get in the zone and you're a dirty girl, and there's
nothing wrong with that.  It isn't like you were walking down the street
and saw a hot guy and said it to him.  You said it to someone you care for.
You do care for me, don't you?"

   "Of course I do!  Don't doubt that.  That isn't the reason I think I
shouldn't sleep with you yet."

   "Well, you've danced around a dozen other reasons and I don't think I'm
getting the straight answer yet.  Yes, I have casual sex with women.  But
if I had sex with you it wouldn't be like that and if I had sex with you it
would mean a commitment of sorts and I wouldn't see other women.  If
there's still another reason why, just tell me so I'll know what my next
move should be.  I'm not going to pursue you as more than a friend if you
tell me I'm going to fail in the first place.  We can just stay friends."

   There was a long silence on the phone and then she quietly started to
speak.

   "When I spoke to you about who I had been with I mentioned my second
real boyfriend and partner.  I got pregnant by him.  He urged me to have an
abortion so I went to Planned Parenthood and inquired about it.  Outside
there were protesters from religious groups and although they really didn't
know why I was going there, one girl urged me to see my priest or pastor
before going in.  I did that.  Between his questions and the questions I
eventually got from Planned Parenthood I realized I knew nothing about the
potential father of my baby.  I was bringing another life into the world
and half of that baby was made by someone I really didn't know.  It was a
responsibility I owed to my baby.  If I knew all of those things and got
pregnant anyway, at least my eyes would have been wide open.  I decided to
keep the baby.  The guy had little interest in me after that and planned to
move out.  Then I lost the baby.  I felt God was punishing me for being so
stupid and then suddenly, Barry wasn't going to move out anymore.  No baby,
so he had his pussy back.  But he did move out, I THREW HIM OUT!!  So until
I paid Joshua to have sex with me on camera I was never with another man. I
found out everything about Joshua even though I didn't think there was much
chance of my getting pregnant.  I used foam, and he used a condom, just
like you the other night.  If I have sex with you, I don't want it to be
with a condom, I want to feel YOU inside of me, but I can't do that until I
know you, know about you, and think that if something should ever happen
and I might get pregnant, I would know who was the father and it would be
someone I think I could live with and would want to be a father to OUR
baby."

   After a few minutes of me contemplating I spoke, "You are a very smart
and wonderful woman Kettie and if anyone ever has a bad word about you I
will fight them if I have to defend you.  You made smart decisions and
continue to make them, and I think the world of you, no matter how we end
up.  While your "acting" business may tell some that you are not as smart
and ethical as social standards say, the way you go about it is strictly
survival.  I hope you choose to work alone in the future and take away the
gnawing questions of guilt you may feel."

   "Thank you Mattie, and I think I've already decided to go back to
working alone, no matter what the payday promise might be.  With Joshua out
of the picture my dedicated private line out will not be available to me,
and if it were I'm not sure I could ever believe it wasn't being corrupted,
Joshua can get desperate at times.  He's a nice guy, but when you deal in
drugs, you can't be trusted.  Oh, and one more thing, . . .  you are a very
sweet man, and I think the world of you as well.  I have to go and wash
these sheets and get my place ready for my sister's visit.  Good night."

   December 18, 2013

   A week or so later the temps fluxuated and it was near 50 degrees just a
week or so before Christmas so when I got home I put on sweats and took a
jog, I hadn't worked out in so long being immersed at work.  On my fifth
time around the little mile route I had used during the summer I saw
Kettie's door open and she came out.

   "Stop over when you're done, I want you to meet someone."

   I stopped and jogged in place so as not to upset my muscle rhythm and
said, "Just let me shower first."

   "No, please, we'll be quick.  We're going out soon." She yelled back.

   "See you in about 10 then." I called out and continued with just a bit
more to finish.  The walk back to her place would be a great cool down.

   I knocked on her door and Kettie answered quickly giving me a big kiss
as I came in.

   "Mattie, I want you to meet Marcy, my sister, My OLDER sister." She said
with a chuckle.  Marcy extended a hand and quickly gave me a long once over
as the 3 of us talked and had a quick laugh together.  Every time I looked
to her, she was giving me the eye, devouring me with her eyes.  She was
every bit the beauty that Kettie was, her face just not as full featured
with high cheekbones and full lips like Kettie.  But still, a stunning
woman, and they were both dressed in sexy black outfits.

   "We are off to a fashion show and then reception for the designer, a
friend of Marcy's."

   "Well, it was nice meeting you Marcy and I hope the two of you have a
great time." I said as I moved towards the door.

   Kettie came right over and gave me another hot kiss and whispered, "I am
going to see you this weekend, right? . .  and where are you going for
Christmas?"

   "I was going to just stay home on Christmas, and we can get together on
the weekend, sure!" I said.

   "I'm having 2 other "lonely hearts" over for Christmas dinner, please
join us.  We're people like you with either no one to spend the day with or
too far to go to.  I won't take no." She said as I nodded.

   "OK, I have nothing planned but church in the morning." I let her know.

   "Can I go with you?  I've seen you in St.  Marks before."

   "Yes, that would be nice.  We'll talk about it over the weekend.  I'll
call you Friday."

   "Wow," I thought on the way home.  This is getting serious, going to
church together.  Well, she seemed to be a regular church go-er, I liked
that.  I'm one of those people; you have to believe in something.  I didn't
lead an exemplary Christian life, but I tried.  I didn't quite go along
with my church's views on sex, and that was between me and my God.  I knew
I wasn't a thief or a murderer and I certainly wasn't coveting my neighbors
(or anyone else's) wife.  Compared to a lot of people I knew and have
known, I thought I was a pretty good person, and horny as well, and God
made me that way, so . . .

   December 20, 2013

   As always, I tend to be in my own little world, work, sleep, work,
sleep, and while unwinding with a vodka/rocks on the sofa on Friday after
work I must have dozed and awoke when my phone rang.  I look at the clock
and saw it was 9:30 and it must be Kettie, pissed I hadn't called.

   "Hello, and sorry!" I said when I saw her name on the ID.

   "You shit!  Don't make me chase you!  If you don't want this, just tell
me.  Don't make me sit home on a Friday night like a high school girl." She
said, a little pissed off, and rightly so.

   "I'm so burned from work.  I was sitting on the sofa drinking my week
away and I dozed.  How about I meet you at the pool bar for a drink?" "OK,
I guess I can forgive you." She said and I knew she was happy.

   At the bar we had a nice talk about a lot of things and then she moved
her stool close to me.

   "I settled all my accounts today and I'm the sole owner of the business,
so I'm going to have to be a little careful for a while, make sure I make
smart moves.  I usually have 25K in play and that much back up so I can buy
while payments are in the pipe.  Plus I spoke with the agent who books cams
for tokens and he'll take me back, but he only booked me 2 times next week,
so I know he's going to short me for a while, but I can get a lot of guys
on the line, for sure.  I promise you, it's all solo sex.  If I can get 250
- 300 guys on I can make a 2K a week once they know I'm back.  If he gets
me back like before, I can double that, and still do just 2 nights, and 2
shows each.  Can you live with that?"

   "Depends on how serious we get.  You're sure none of this is getting out
where anyone might recognize you?"

   "It's unlikely and with my short hair I always wear colored wigs, I go
from blond to light red."

   "How about if your drop ship gig goes well, do you drop webbing?" I
asked not sure what her answer would be.

   "Definitely!  Hell, if the housing market comes back I'll get back to
flipping.  Do you know I can buy a house for 60 to 80K, invest 20, and sell
it for 150 to 180 in 4 to 6 months?  I got greedy and had 3 or 4 going at a
time when it burst before.  All of my assets were in houses that I couldn't
liquidate."

   "So if you hadn't got greedy, you would have survived?" I wondered.

   "Probably, if I just kept one or two going I would have had 200K in the
bank.  That's my goal.  If I can make one big score on drop shipping that
can happen, and I have that possibility cooking.  " She said confidently.

   "Now, don't get pissed at this, just answer me honestly, . . . . .  Is
it possible you enjoy the webbing so much, the "dirty girl" aspect of it,
that the money is barely a factor?"

   "The only aspect of webcam I like is the easy money aspect of it, THAT'S
ALL!  I'm going to play with myself anyways, but if I had a steady,
especially a live-in steady, that wouldn't be happening."

   I began to chuckle and she moved up and almost jumped down my throat,
"You fucking laugh, but I know you and I know guys, and you jerk off alone
at home at least 3 times a week don't you?"

   With her finger in my face and the fear of making a scene, although we
were pretty much alone at the tables I agreed."No, GOD, settle down, you're
right!  It's how I get to sleep some nights."

   She sat back at the table and whispered across, "Well so do I, but I can
get up to 500 dollars up to 5 K a week for it.  Whose playing with
themselves NOW?"

   "I'm not here to fight with you Kettie.  Let's just say that for now, I
accept it all and will help you with your other enterprises.  Let's finish
our drinks and I'll walk you home."

   She nodded and smiled that smile that drives me crazy.  She downed her
drink and reached to the back of her chair for her coat.  I got up to help
her on with it.  I paid the bartender, added a tip and we left.

   On the dark private porch of her home we necked furiously.  While I
filled both hands with her luscious ass cheeks she eventually had both
hands on my cock through my pants.  They were the only two sexual parts of
our bodies not covered by our coats, besides our faces.  My fingers
eventually crept underneath her to feel the moistness of her pussy through
her pants.

   "We're both frustrating ourselves here.  I should go in.  I'm sopping
down there." She said.

   "I could come in and lick it up for you." I volunteered.

   "That would just cause more trouble dirty boy.  I'll tell you what, if
you accept my Christmas gift nicely and keep your hands to yourself, we'll
both have a Merry Christmas." She said puzzling me.

   "Just what is your Christmas gift, or is it a surprise?" I asked.

   "To keep it a surprise now would be mean, but on Christmas night after
everyone else is gone, how would you like a nice Holiday blowjob in trade
for some nice Mattie cream?"

   I started to smile and I know I was turning a little red and she held up
a hand as if to stop short.

   "This won't be a tawdry show that you experienced a few nights ago.  I'm
going to make love to you the way I know I can show you how deeply I feel
for you and to tell you that I think I'm falling in love with you.  You
won't be doing any reciprocal act with me, I will be quite happy showing
you my feelings.  Your acceptance will be all I need.  If you don't feel
the same way I do about us and our possibilities, just don't accept and I
will totally understand and we can remain friends.  I really want to get to
know you better intimately and make love to you ultimately if we click, but
this is my way of telling you I feel very special about you.  I know I'm
paranoid about what people, you included, think about me.  Although it's
none of your business and I've told you the circumstance, how many, and who
my partners have been, that same list applies here.  I don't pass this out
either." She said softly.

   "Kettie, who and when you had previous lovers is none of my business and
the fact you stress it makes me uncomfortable because you're afraid I think
of you as something less than a very desirable woman who has piqued my
interest on many levels.  I will think over your gift offer and make sure I
can make that beginning commitment of the heart.  On the surface, it's a
slam dunk, but like you, I should really be sure of my intentions and what
strings of my heart I can make available for plucking." I said reaching to
hold her hands.

   "Your words and thoughts are just one of the things drawing me to you,
making me even more sure of what I see for us if you feel as I do.  I'll
know that night of your answer, your heart will tell me.  Goodnight for
now. I'll be thinking of you very soon." She said with a big smile.

   "Should I call?" I asked.

   "No not tonight, I have little fantasies to play out, OK?"

   "Goodnight Kettie." I said kissing her one more time as I left the
shelter of her doorway and warmth of her heart.

   I took the short walk to my home and about halfway I looked back and she
was in her window and waving to me.  I smiled and waved back even though I
didn't think she could see that much in the dark, it really gave me a rush.
I was going home to jerk off thinking of her as well.  It felt a little
like high school, but I think I was getting to really like her, and for all
of the right reasons.

   In my reverie after satisfying my sexual urges I laid staring at the
dark ceiling as my thoughts ran circles around my mind trying to put things
in order to make a picture that might come into focus for me.

   Here I had the highly sexed Kettie, whom if you did not know her, and as
her reputation denied, was actually a woman who held her own body in such
great esteem that she didn't share it with just anyone.  While she enjoyed
sex, she realized what consequences it can have both physically and
emotionally and that the possibility of bringing another life into the
world held great responsibility.  So, the person she shared her charms with
had to be someone she knew would accept the shared mantle of love and
responsibility of making another life.  Yes, she prostituted her body for
others self satisfaction, but did so anonymously and without real feelings,
thinking herself an "actor" more than anything.  The fact she reasoned this
away as "survival", and walked away from her more lucrative actual sex
shows to again just provide masturbation scenes for the lonely and the
voyeur, meant that once she actually "felt" something in one of these
performances she knew it was wrong and no longer "acting"

   My other quandary was, if I knew all of these things about her personal
life BEFORE I met her, I would, in no way, ever strive to even be anything
more than a hat tip friend.  She would just seem to be in a different world
than me.  The fact I was getting to know the real person inside her
beautiful and tempting body made her all the more desirable to me, that she
had character, and a LOT of it.  If I chose to enter into a deeper
relationship with her, could I deal with her past, with the things she had
to do to survive and always trust her.  I already knew she had a hard time
walking away from a lie or deception.  That the way people thought of her
meant something to her, that she felt she deserved some credit for what she
had made on her own.  I thought of the way she stood up for herself with
Brendan with her "in your face" words.  She was a proud woman.  Although I
thought of myself as a bachelor, probably forever, she brought thoughts to
my mind that a woman might be able to settle me down.  Not that I was a
wild loose cannon, but just set in my ways and prone to put myself "on the
prowl" when my manly urges got the best of me.  I drifted to sleep weighing
my thoughts and options.  Then next thing I would hear would be my morning
alarm to start another day of my life slave, my job.

   December 21, 2013

   This Saturday before Christmas was no mandatory day for any of my
people. It was just volunteer overtime to make sure we made quotas during
out Holiday OT interruption.  They wanted more time with their families for
Christmas and just had to work a bit harder to get it.  It had been a team
effort and the 4 hour Saturdays by a few people insured we met our numbers.
I'm sure that me manning a unit right down with them let them know I was
willing to give extra myself.

   At a quarter to one I was leaving, shutting down my wheel, and as I left
I noticed the rest of the hub was still working, going full shift for a 6
hour Saturday.  I was half staffed and working just 4 hours with no
overtime during the week and keeping pace.  I knew one thing, my bosses
were happy with me.

   As I drove into McCrea Gates the guard in the gatepost was wearing a
Santa hat and just waved me through.  It was a nice touch and I actually
felt a little of the Christmas spirit.  As I rolled into my parking slot I
saw Kettie in her car in the guest spot and she popped out as I did,
greeting me with, "I have to do a little Christmas shopping, do you want to
do it together?  You must have shopping to do."

   "Well, actually, I don't.  I'll go along with you though.  Give me a
minute." I said as I went in and changed while she waited in her car.

   When I came out she insisted on driving.  She chuckled as we saw a few
neighbors and waved.

   "That's the start.  People seeing us together will get the rumor mill
going, but it's what I wanted.  We haven't been sneaking around, but we
haven't been showing as a couple, even if we just stay friends."

   I just chuckled and shook my head.

   "You really have NO ONE to buy for?" She asked.

   "No, I'm going to take my crew out for a dinner as a group, they all
decided they wanted that more than a ham or grocery shopping card.  The
company limits gifts at $30 and we can only give down.  I couldn't accept a
gift from one of my crew, and they're pretty strict about it.  Besides
them, I would like to buy a nice hostess gift for your dinner on Christmas,
I'm hoping you can pick out a nice centerpiece and let me pay for it."

   "Well, that would be nice, but not necessary.  I have expensive tastes,
you know." She laughed and then softened her voice as she cautiously asked
me, "Have you thought about my other proposition?  Whether you can accept
MY gift?"

   "Kettie, I think of myself as a bachelor and I haven't been in anything
close to a relationship for a long time, and I've liked it that way.  I'm
sort of married to my job." I said as she interjected a disappointing
sounding, "Oh?'

   "Well, wait for me to finish.  Besides your gift offer, I find you a
very intriguing woman who actually holds a few mystery's for me.  I rarely
yearn to get to know a woman better than casually, many are so petty,
possessive, and shallow, not to mention a fair share of gold diggers out
there.  You, I find to be much different, your honesty and straightforward
talk is very fresh and piques my interest in you, and I certainly feel a
flutter when I see you.  I would like to try knowing you better.  Your
"gift" offer is not necessary for me to try and pursue this; I want you to
know that.  I would have made my pass at you with a relationship end
anyway."

   She seemed to glow, instantly.

   "Really?  Oh, that makes me so happy, AND you're going to get my gift,
sure enough.  I want to show you how sure I am about us to start working on
something.  Please understand though, we should take this slow.  That
doesn't mean sexually frustrating.  If we have an encounter together we'll
set bounds and no matter how frustrated either of us gets, whines, and
begs, we don't go past them.  I think it enforces respect."

   " . . .  and blue balls!" I added.

   "I didn't say there wouldn't be cum everywhere.  The risks of using
pills and devices for contraception are well documented.  I'm in the risk
age, 30-35, and prefer not to use them.  You already know how I feel about
the possibility of pregnancy and until we know each other fully that can't
be a factor."

   "I understand that and will go along with your wishes, but you know
there are safe days, during your period and just after." I interjected.

   "During is off the schedule totally.  My last day is a possibility but,
remember what I said about whining and begging.

   "You know I'm thinking about YOU too.  It isn't just the man who gets
frustrated, you're making me look selfish, and I'm not." I said to make a
point.

   "Don't think the other side is off the table, Romeo.  But, we're getting
way ahead of ourselves.  I don't even know your favorite salad dressing,
how you like your steak, your middle name, where you went to college, if
you ever had chicken pox, mumps, or measles, need I go on?" She persisted.

   "Kettie, I'm aware how you feel and I understand the sanctity of your
womb as a place where life can begin, and the risks of a woman trying to
fool Mother Nature.  I'm with you if we are looking at the wide vista of
our future.  Just don't treat me like a child wanting a cookie and the jar
is out of reach." I explained.

   "No, and if I've done that, I'm sorry.  If you don't think I wouldn't
like to stop at the first chance and have you do me over and over, you're
mistaken.  We have to think of our future.  We don't want to jump into
something we'll regret later.  I also don't want you to think that everyday
will be a frustrating sexless day, nothing could be further from the
truth."

   "Understood, Kettie.  I'm with you." I said as she swung into a mall
parking slot and we got out and walked holding hands into the busy queue of
shoppers looking for last minute bargains.

   Watching her shop, pick up items and inspect them, think and mull over
decisions, was a great experience.  She is so sexy at everything that she
does, but watching her think and weigh her options had me getting pudgy in
my pants, especially when she would catch me staring at her and she would
make a cute face for me.  This was a smart woman that took nothing for
granted, or anything at first impression.  As we passed a floral designers
kiosk in the mall she stopped and looked to me as if to say, "Here?" and I
simply nodded as she began to peruse the centerpieces and displays.

   After looking carefully she crooked her finger with a little smile
toward me and I joined her on that side of the displays.

   "This piece is all dried flowers except for the holly and it will last
long after Christmas.  I'll be able to look at it and be reminded of you
for a long time if you want to get this one for our table.  If you hadn't
planned on spending this much, I'll gladly make up the difference." She
proposed.

   "If it will make you as happy as you seem to be right now, I'll pay
double.  Your smile is a marquee of your thoughts.  You obviously think
this is perfect.  Seeing you happy is worth a lot to me." I said quietly as
a private moment just between us.

   "Let me get to know you and everything about you, and you everything
about me.  That will make me even happier and make our love making
something we'll never forget day after day." She whispered quietly back,
making me almost cum right in my shorts, she was so sincere.

   I let her browse while I ordered the centerpiece and was told it could
be embellished with more fresh flowers if I chose to order it and pick it
up Christmas Eve.

   I couldn't remember if any time in my life a person could look at me and
connect emotionally, as if by some sort of radio wave.  The only analogy I
could think was the way a baby looks to its Mothers eyes when it breast
feeds or wants to.  A weird comparison, but all I could conjure in my mind.
We connected at that high of a level.  Thinking back now, I wondered if it
was because I already knew her deepest and darkest secrets and understood
her reasoning behind them.  But it just seemed every time our eyes met
there was a zzzzzzt-zzzzzzt electronic signal passed back and forth.

   After our shopping and then heading home we passed the Cinema 16 and saw
a new DeNiro movie was having a sneak that night.  She slowed and looked to
me and without her asking I said, "Let's do it." So we stopped and bought
tickets and were told it was nearly sold out, one showing at 10 o'clock. 
We planned to go to dinner before and make a night of it.

   We parted ways after our shopping to take care of things around our
homes, I hadn't done laundry in 8 days and she had to strip the bed her
sister used and re-set a little studio for "appointments" on the Monday
before Christmas Eve.  It wasn't as elaborate a set-up when she was doing
"couples" work, but she still needed to get ready.

   We were like two little old ladies at dinner, never seeming to shut up
talking about everything from Christmas to banal home chores.  (She found I
like my steak rare, and preferred "real" Russian dressing.) When she noted
that as a light joke I said to her, Non Sequitur, "Peter".  She looked at
me quizzingly and I said "middle name." Now you know my middle name!"

   Our range of conversation was wide as we really did find things out
about each other.  I was easier to learn than she since I really had no
family or relatives.  I have two cousins that I've never met and I don't
know where they may even be.  She, on the other hand, had a couple sisters,
one much older who joined the Peace Corps in the 60's and was some sort of
missionary now and they rarely saw.  Her other sister Marcy, I had met. 
Marcy was around 35, just 10 months older than Kettie.

   "If I didn't stake a claim to you," Kettie said, blushing over her
coffee, "Marcy was going to move on you the other night.  She wanted to get
her last taste of American men before going back to UK.  Her last time
there she said men weren't as particular about themselves as we are."

   Kettie looked both ways and whispered, "She twice was going to go down
on guys she had known and couldn't do so without gagging.  She also
complained of bad breath.  But I told her that just two men do not a
country make.  Anyway, she wanted to do you and said she had made a
connection, but I didn't see it."

   "I did, but I wasn't interested.  She WAS giving me the eye." I
admitted.

   "In the interest of full disclosure, Marcy was where I got the idea of
web camming.  She did it all through college and that was 10 years ago when
it wasn't as safe and confidential as now.  She knows I've done it, but
doesn't know I've done it recently."

   After dinner we had just enough time to make the movie and we had to
fight to get two seats together, but managed.  It was fun, although a fight
movie with a guy around 70 was crazy.

   I brought her home and invited her in my place for a drink but she
insisted she go right home, so I drove around the corner and got out to
walk her to the door.

   "Maybe YOU would like to come in for a drink?" She asked and I quickly
accepted.

   Inside she asked me to sit on the sofa and she would join me with
drinks. After a few minutes she came around the corner with 2 vodkas on the
rocks, but she was wearing a hostess gown.  A definite, "slip into
something more comfortable" move.

   We sipped and drank and eventually got closer to each other and I went
for her mouth and she was ready, throwing her tongue down my throat and
showing again what a great kisser she was.  Her hand was the first to
wander as it came to rest on the inside of my thigh.  I responded with my
hand on her breast through the layers of her gown, but she had spread her
legs and drew up a knee and I didn't need a map to know where to go next.
She had no underwear on and soon I had my fingers in her pussy playing with
her clit and rubbing between her lips, while she had undone my belt and got
my zipper down and pulled me out of my shorts through the slash.  Suddenly
she pulled her hand away and grabbed the arm that was sawing away at her
sex.

   "Mattie, you know we aren't fucking tonight.  As a matter of fact, you
and I will NEVER fuck again.  I fuck on camera, and I've retired from that.
You will, perhaps make love to me, be inside of me some time, and I hope
soon.  You know the reasons why and I think, and I sincerely hope, you
understand that.  I can say with a clear conscience that besides what
happened in front of a camera, I've never just fucked anyone for the
physical satisfaction.  We can make love in another way tonight.  We can
continue this to our ends, or would you rather watch me do my own while you
do the same and shoot all over my tits?  This will have to hold us until
Christmas."

   "Oh Kettie, you ARE so fucking sexy and sweet, and you're right I really
want to be inside of you, but if I accept you, I accept your terms, and I
DO understand them.  You've got me tuned pretty tight right now.  I would
love to shoot on your pretty boobies." I said as my breathing was
quickening by the second.

   Kettie quickly slipped to her knees in front of me on the sofa and my
sex mind was rejoicing, thinking it was going to get a blowjob, but my real
mind knew the deal.  She slipped her hostess gown off her shoulders,
undoing the last inner tie from just above her hips.  Her breasts were
beyond description, plump and prominent with dark areola and thick erect
nipples.  Her belly was tight and taut with a belly button I planned on
eating on my first chance as practice for her pussy and butt notch.  She
had a light growth of pubic hair just above her engorged lips.  It wasn't
grown in enough to curl, but enough to make a sexy shadow over her pussy.
She slid her hand over her belly and parted her lips and began oscillate
her fingers as she nodded at me and said, "Show me how you handle that cock
when you think about me.  Your balls look like they haven't been emptied
for a while; they're fat and sitting on the sofa.  Let's see if we can get
them nice and tight with your body with their cum splattered all over these
titties that you're salivating over."

   I rolled my eyes and grabbed myself anxious to get off.  She began to
swoon as her fingers rolled her clit in circles and the other was pulling
and pinching her lips it appeared.

   As soon as I took hold of myself she began her talk.

   "Look at that fat delicious cock you have for me.  When I eat that up on
Christmas night just the taste, smell and feel of you is going to make me
cum.  Look at him sitting so proud and tall (she swoons to her own
ministrations).  I'll bet he'll shoot all the way over here and I won't
have to move.  (Swoons) That hot cum splashing on my titties is going to
look so sweet!  I'm going to taste it.  I'll have my mouth open in case you
can shoot that hard.  Look at him so stiff and full of himself and I'm so
happy to know I caused all of that.  The way you look at my titties and
fill your hands with my ass as you run your tongue through my mouth, I know
when I hold that cock in my hand that I excite it.  It's a nice cock.  I
know when I was a dirty girl I felt it in my mouth, in my pussy, and was
even naughty enough to feel it in my little butt hole.  But now I want to
look forward to loving that cock, to loving you Mattie, and making each
other ecstatic with mutual pleasure.  But right now I'm going to cum and I
think I'm going to feel your splash as I cum (as a shiver goes through her
words and breath) Everything is rushing to where my hands are.  I'M FILLING
UP TO CUM!"

   As her words left her mouth I grunted and growled and a hard shot of
watery pre-cum shot from me in a direct line to her neck.  A second grunt
came from both of us and she opened her mouth and dipped her head a bit and
I shouted as I shot a white bullet that hit her just at her chin with about
half of it going over her lips.  She closed her lips and her eyes rolled
back as she closed them and she shuddered hard as it looked like her torso
caved as she bent forward a bit, but then quickly stiffened straight as she
squealed.  "Ohhhh Mattie, you love me so good, your beautiful cock!"

   Then the room got quiet except for our breathing until she looked up at
me and giggled.

   "We're good!  Imagine if you ever make love inside me!  We know passion
and this is so much better than being alone shedding our frustrations. 
Mattie, don't get mad for my saying this, but I want to fall in love you, I
really do!  More than I've ever wanted anyone.  Promise me you'll give us a
chance."

   "I'm here, aren't I?" was all I could say as I was still trying to calm
down and breath normal again.  "I haven't felt serious about anyone in
years, but you . . . .  you've done something. . . .and I felt this way
before the other night.  You've made me feel passion, and I don't think
I've ever felt that before."

   She smiled at me as tears ran down her face.  I wanted to reach out and
hug her, but I was still wasted.  She got herself up and picked up her
hostess gown and put it on her shoulders, careful not to let the mess on
her front get on it.  She went to the kitchen and came back with a paper
towel wiping her neck and chest.  Once she was cleaned up she tied the
inner ties again and closed the gown and tied the sash.  Then she came to
me, picked up my limp penis, and used the paper towel to daub off my last
droplets of sperm.  She picked up my boxer-briefs and put them over my feet
and started to pull them up.  I pushed my torso off the sofa and let her
get them all the way up.  She handed me my pants and she sat next to me.

   "We can put each other's fires out until we work out where we want to
go, right?" She said with a little smile.

   "I can take waiting until we know it's right, and I appreciate how we
fill each other's needs, but I want to taste you so bad, hold your hips in
my hands and taste your core, your sex." I admitted.

   "I couldn't control myself then, Mattie.  You may think it your
weakness, it's mine too.  I would do things I would regret later.  It would
cause a problem with me trusting myself around you." She said with a pout.

   "Why do you get to give me a present at Christmas, and I can't give you
one?" I asked hoping she might open her legs for my tongue.

   "You ARE giving me one, all your cum.  It's what I want.  Please be
patient with me Mattie.  I think you'll have everything soon.  You should
go now, get some sleep.  I know I'm ready to drop." She said as I was
getting my pants ready to step into.

   "I know.  I'll get up for 9:30 church." I told her.

   "Can I go with you?  I usually go to 11, but I'd love to go with you. 
Not to sound corny, but we can pray for our love." She said with an impish
smile.

   I raised an eyebrow to her saying, "Pray that we can make love?"

   She turned a serious face on, "No, pray that we learn to understand each
other and get along enough that we can fully share what we can offer to
each other to make us happy."

   Then she asked the strangest question I've ever been asked by any woman.

   "If you fell in love with me, and I fell in love with you would you ever
ask me to marry you and have your children?"

   I was blindsided and stumbled for an answer.  "Kettie, is this a trick
question?  I say YES, and you say it's not what you want.  I say NO and you
tell me to take a hike and stop wasting your time?  Kettie, when it's right
we'll both know it and the question will be assumed, not asked, wouldn't
you think.  But let me tell you this.  With you is the first time I ever
thought I MIGHT EVER make a relationship permanent.  Women have always been
friends or sex things.  I never wanted a woman friend to get any deeper,
and I never wanted a steady sex partner to be my partner in life.  You do
mean something very special to me.  Yes, I would love for you to go to
church with me.  I'll be out front here at ten after nine, OK?"

   She smiled a big happy smile and threw her arms around my neck and
hugged me, then kissed me before I left.

   As I pulled out and drove the 150 yards to my home I thought about my
words to her tonight.  Did I really say that I thought I could settle down
with her, in so many words?  I wondered, as I had run over in my mind, if
the fact I knew about all her warts and rough spots made me less wary and
more open?  But I have to tell you, just looking at her, seeing her smile,
watch her face while she talked to me, or just seeing her walk away,
excited me.  She dished me in her most simple and innocent movements.  The
electricity between us was rare, and palpable.  I don't think I could
accept her feelings about intercourse except that it was apparent that she
didn't just screw anyone.  The fact I was one of four men she had been
with, and she didn't consider me or Joshua as lovers.  We were just actors
in her sex charade.  I wouldn't even try and figure her logic if I didn't
know her mind as intimately as I did at the moment.

   December 22, 2013

   Going to church on Sunday with her really began to make me feel I knew
her, and was close to her on levels I never imagined.  After church I took
her to breakfast at a local Cider Mill I had seen advertised and we had a
real country breakfast with homemade doughnuts and bread with local eggs
and homemade sausage.  We nibbled, talked, drank lots of coffee, over a two
hour sitting that felt very intimate, even though the place was packed and
every other table turned folks over 3 or 4 times.  As we asked the bus-girl
to refill coffee the last time Kettie got a devilish look on her face and
dug into the huge purse she brought.  She produced 2 little bottles of
Irish Mist whiskey and we had Irish Coffee for dessert.  9:30 Mass followed
by breakfast got us home at 1:45.  She invited herself over (on my hint) to
my place to watch football and have a few drinks.  After changing into
loose jeans and a sharp tee she was there and we had a great afternoon with
no sex of any kind coming into the equation.  Only when she got ready to
leave to go do laundry, a regular Sunday chore for her, did we get into a
prolonged hug, squeeze, and kiss.

   "I'll call you tomorrow, but I suspect I'll be at work until 7 or so.  I
have figures to make for years end and although they don't appear to be in
jeopardy, I have to be sure to hit them." I told her as she left, but she
turned back to me.

   "Will I see you Christmas Eve?"

   "Sure, I've got nothing going on, and to be clear, we are NOT exchanging
gifts, correct?" I asked.

   "None but what I've discussed with you before." She said little impish
smile.  "I'm bringing the hostess gift we bought yesterday, but expect
nothing in return.  It's a hostess gift because you're making dinner." I
warned as she stepped off the porch and headed to her place.

   "You're a thoughtful man!  I think you've added another plus on your
character list." She said loudly, grinning back.

   I smiled and she was off and I closed the door from the cold and began
to pick up the little we had done in the afternoon.  A few glasses and
snack bowls and plates.  I picked up the broom and dust bin butler and
policed the living room and kitchen thinking I might need a small bite to
hold me over the night.  I knew a real meal wasn't necessary after a day of
snacks and a few beers.

   I just pulled one of those TGIF Spinach and Artichoke dips from the
freezer to spread on little rice cakes when the doorbell rang.

   I wondered who would call on a Sunday night and saw Kettie on the porch.
I opened the door and asked, in a worried tone, "What's the matter?"

   Her answer was to step in and paste her mouth to mine; sort of pushing
me against the wall while her foot kicked the door shut.

   We stood attached at the mouth while tongues were busy for a good minute
before she came up for air.

   "I got half way home and decided I needed this.  We had so much fun
today, talking and laughing and just enjoying each other." She said before
pressing her mouth to mine again for another long wet, tonguey kiss with
added grinding on me.

   This time when she came up for air she held me tight and whispered
lightly in my ear, her whispers almost a furtive, desperate, squeak.

   "Finger me!  You make my pussy so wet with want for you."

   Her one arm left her grip around my neck and I felt it go between us
where she unfastened her jeans and pull the fly down.  They were loose
enough that they came down about a third of the way over her delicious ass
as I brought my hands down over the hoodie she still wore and gripped her
sweet cheeks, now bared by her pant drop.  I got over the shock of her
request and brought a hand to the front of her and cupped her vagina and
her little panty was soaked through.  I craned my neck to kiss her as she
had taken a step back to accommodate me as my fingers pushed aside the damp
gusset and I sunk two fingers inside her.

   She swooned loudly into my mouth as we kissed and my fingers pumped in
and out of her.  Almost instantly she began to tremble at my fingering and
our kisses became more static, hard for her to concentrate on both.  Then
while still attached at the lips, her hands came to my lounge pants and
untied the drawstrings.  She pushed them down and awkwardly, having to work
around my arm that was servicing her, got hold of my penis that was peeking
out of the top of my boxer briefs.

   She just held me in her hand while I continued to finger stab her and
her knees began to wobble a bit and then she thrust her face to mine, hard
again, as she came hard over my fingers and her legs shook and she tried to
go up on her toes to escape my thrusts.  Her little bud was so excited, it
was over sensitive.  She pushed a hand down to grab my wrist and pull my
fingers from her as she said in a relieved tone, "Ohhhh GOD!  That was
beautiful, you do me SOOOO right."

   Then she stood back a bit and reached with both hands into my shorts,
one going under my balls the other firmly around me and began to stroke me.

   She looked intently down watching her hand as it pumped at me.

   "You have such a nice cock, so fat, cum for me just like you'll shoot it
into my mouth on Christmas," she said looking up to me.

   "It's going to make a mess!" I said, worried about her clothes.

   "Unzip my hoodie." She said in response and I did just that, reaching
between her arms.

   "Mess all you want, I'm washing clothes tonight anyway.  Let me watch
you cum!"

   I needed about 3 more of her strokes to reach the end she was looking
for as I shot a couple long volleys of cum on her tee that dibbled down to
her halfway down panty and jeans.  My final few emissions went over her
hand and when she finally finished stroking me she pulled on her cum
streaked tee and wiped her hands on it.

   She fell forward onto me and we hugged, getting cum over the both of us.

   "You are THAT special to me.  You should know I'm falling in love with
you." She said without looking into my eyes, perhaps to avoid possible
disappointment.

   "Me too.  I think I'm falling in love with you as well.  I've never felt
like this before." I answered.

   She stood back and pulled up her pants and zipped up her hoodie.  "Okay,
NOW I can go home and get something done.  Can't wait to talk to you
tomorrow."

   She kissed me once again with that huge smile that drove me crazy and
she was off, walking much faster and determined than before, as I watched
her all the way home.

   I was speechless, never having been so taken by any woman.  She
practically walked in and raped me, except I didn't resist and welcomed it
as well.  She had little resistance to her sexual needs when they struck
and I was happy to fulfill them.  I couldn't imagine that I had that effect
on anyone.  One other thing I realized was although I did have sex with
her, and virtually an "around the world" experience, it WAS as if I were
with someone else that night.  It was an actress who played the part of my
whore.  Although I already "had" her, I looked so forward to the mystery of
her virtue with me.  As much as I tried to tell myself I had already
experience her, I felt I was still looking forward to someday making love
to her.  Weird huh?

   Chapter Six

   December 23, 2013

   When my crew took their first break on Monday I stayed in my command
post (I usually had coffee with them) and called Kettie.  She answered on
the first ring and knew it was me from the ID.

   "Hi Mattie.  I was hoping you'd call early.  Ohhh, last night was so
nice.  Aren't we a couple of horn balls, huh?"

   "I certainly can't get enough of you, that's for sure." I replied.

   "I really thought we would get through the day without getting sexed up,
it was such an enjoyable day.  However, walking home I got to thinking
about you and the fact we had kept our hands to ourselves for the day.  I
haven't had a lover for so long, you know someone I really care about, and
you really get my juices going, literally." She admitted.

   "Well, I guess I've never had a person who I really fell for like this.
Don't think me crude, but if a girl I had picked up or dated wanted me to
settle for a hand job I would have pushed their head down or tried to get
their panties off, but it wasn't like I was looking for the sex, I wanted
the mutual pleasure we shared.  SHIT, it's so damn hard to put into words.
Don't think I'm some sort of brute or rapist, it wouldn't be like that." I
tried to explain.  "I understand Mattie.  I had all I could do to keep from
going down on you, but I knew you were close and the ending would make you
happy.  Don't think I don't get a little frustrated.  When we know where
we're going and we settle on birth control that works for both of us, I
promise things will change.  Realize we're both mid thirties and not in the
position to be a single baby mama or baby daddy.  Lots of the contraception
out there isn't healthy and I've taken too many chances before, and used
The Pill way longer than I ever should have.  My GYN is supposed to discuss
alternatives with me.  My Mom and her sister both had uterine cancer, so I
need to be careful.  My sister Marcy, who you met here a few days ago, had
an abortion that almost drove her crazy with guilt.  With my second love I
miscarried after 5 months and although that was a mistake, I had already
had my heart set on being a mother.  So there's a lot of history with me."

   Her words explained a lot of her apprehension and care and made things a
bit clearer to me.

   "Kettie, please understand that while, YES, I'm impatient to really be
with you, I know it will happen and we'll both do our best to keep a check
valve open.  Believe me I know the wait will be worth it." I swore to her.

   "Suppose something doesn't work out, one of us finds a wart we don't
like and can't live with?" She said playing devil's advocate.

   "Then I guess you're smarter than I already think you are.  But, I'm not
wanted by the police, I haven't murdered anyone, and I don't suspect you
have either.  Neither of us have a problem with drugs or alcohol, or
tremendous debt.  We agree politically, we're both even tempered, and both
have similar tastes.  Those warts are going to be hard to find." I said
sing-songing my last words.

   "Mattie, I agree with you 100%.  But, let's spend some more time doing
things together, and kind of let life show us through the paces of us being
US, not being individuals while still being true to ourselves, and see what
it feels like.  I've been SURE before, and here I am."

   "But you can't judge me by past relationships." I said defending myself.

   "Mattie, I'm not doing that, and I don't spend all of my life waiting
for the other shoe to drop.  I'm almost 35 and I've made mistakes in my
life and always had the time to fix them.  In a 500 lap race you can
overcome errors made in lap 100 or 150, but once you get too deep into the
field the late stages of the race leaves you with also-rans or worse.  I
want a bright future and at 35 the crest of the hill is in sight.  Now is
the time to be smart."

   "Kettie don't act like you're trying to talk me into anything, I'm with
you and understand how you feel.  I just want to make sure I'm not paying
for someone else's mistakes."

   "I assure you, you're not."

   "OK, my crew is coming back.  I've got to get them up to speed.  I'll
call you when I get home on Christmas Eve, OK?

   "OK, I'll miss you.  I love you." She said.

   There is was, the first "I Love You" had been thrown out.  But I've
always been able to hit the fastball.  I replied quickly and decisively, "I
love you too.  Talk to you tomorrow." Then I hung up.

   I sat there with a big smile on my face, with even a bigger smile in my
heart as I thought about the first time I really said that and meant it in
the serious couplehood way.  It felt great, and I was sure she was
experiencing that same feeling too.

   My guys and gals were settling into their screens and scopes when Larry,
one of the older guys, buzzed me through my earpiece, "I see the smile on
your face after seeing you talk on the phone all through break.  Somebody's
in love.  Good for you."

   I didn't answer except for a smile, but I know he was married a lot of
years.  He was the ring leader when they wanted to drop overtime for the
last weeks of December.  He was the one who talked the rest into a little
overdrive during the day to make up for production slack caused by
curtailing overtime.  He knew what happiness was in a relationship.

   The most of my crew was leaving after 8 hours with only a couple
die-hards staying to make sure we hit quota.  I came around and manned a
spoke in the wheel and a little after 7 I checked our performance log and
saw we hit goal.

   "Finish up what you have started, or save if you're at a safe save
point. Let's get out of here." I told them and 3 beleaguered people smiled
back at me.

   I had to tell them, "Don't worry, tomorrow I'll get us out of here by
noon.  Christmas Eve is no day to be stuck in here."

   I didn't get home until almost 8 o'clock that Monday and after a short
vodka I was sleeping on the sofa.  I woke up at 11:35 just as Letterman was
starting and I hit the bed and was out before I had a chance to think about
the day.

   December 24, 2013

   Christmas Eve morning I was out at 6:00 am and in my command post going
over figures and saw we had the numbers to present to management showing a
savings in hours and production at full snuff.  I filed my report ending
with,

   "Don't expect my wheel or any other wheel to work at this pace year
round.  These were people on a team trying to help one and another make
time for family to enjoy the Holidays.  Some people were worn thin, and you
can see I spent a lot of overtime to pick up slack.  This was an
arrangement agreed on by the group who volunteered to pitch in extra for
each other.  My wheel is worn to a frazzle, but they had the family time
they shot for and what was important to them.  We'll continue to make quota
and be competitive with any other wheel in the system using the overtime
necessary to do so.  We ALL thank you for letting us make this arrangement
and are proud to be on board with World ChipTech and their goals and making
our lives better though our own proud hard work."

   As soon as everybody was in their pod I simply asked them to open their
backlog and saved unfinished folders.  They were to finish anything in them
and they could leave at noon.  I knew by my own inspection that no one was
in any dire time trouble on that order, plus I was there to help out as
well.

   One gal, who was all caught up asked, "No new work for today?"

   "Start only what you KNOW you can finish by noon." And then I opened my
intercom for everyone to hear.  "Once your backlog and saved unfinished are
done, start only what you can finish by noon.  If you can't finish it,
don't start it.  We're outta here at noon."

   I looked around to see all happy faces, all nodding.  I wasn't looking
to be the most popular supervisor they ever had, but I wanted to be in the
running.  I felt we worked as a team, and they still respected my authority
while being perfectly willing to work right alongside them.

   I stopped on my way home and picked up the dried and fresh flower
centerpiece Kettie had picked out for Christmas dinner, and it was
something that after the flowers were past, was a handsome centerpiece on
its own, or could be re-flowered for another season.  She always had fresh
flowers in her home.

   Once I was home I felt a little empty that I had no one to buy for or
exchange with at Christmas.  Not having family really put a dent in that
and I hadn't even bothered to put up a tree here, and I hadn't in
California either.  I did put on some Christmas music and got out some
Harveys Bristol Cream Sherry, it always reminded me of the holidays.  My
Mom and Dad traditionally both sipped it while decorating the family tree,
as well as other Holidays.  I always liked the smell of it and looked
forward to when I could legally drink it.

   By my third snifter of sherry and hearing 2 or 3 versions of Blue
Christmas I was feeling maudlin.  I was way passed mourning my parents, but
was just feeling a bit sorry for myself.  I was just going to switch to
vodka or scotch and put myself away when the phone rang.

   "Mattie, what are you doing?  You said you would call me when you got
home.  I know you don't have a tree or anything.  Why don't you come over
here?  I have a few things to wrap and I'm baking for tomorrow.  I bet I
can put you in the Christmas Spirit." Kettie said in such a bright cheery
tone.  I couldn't turn her down.

   "I didn't call because I didn't think I would be home this early and I
didn't want to disrupt your plans, and I was contemplating just getting
drunk, but I'll be over."

   It had turned bitter cold that day, starting out at 30 degrees and by
2:00 in the afternoon it was only 5 and they were talking zero or below
overnight, but thankfully no snow.  I bundled up and made the short walk to
Kettie's home and she was there to give me a warm hug.  I'd be lying if I
said it didn't instantly lift my spirits.

   "Come help me in the kitchen.  I'm putting together some mulled cider to
heat up for tomorrow.  I'll show you the ingredients and the spice cabinet.
I think a computer geek like you should be able to handle that.  I'm
peeling apples for pie."

   Suddenly I was in that "home" mood.  It wasn't exactly like helping my
Mom, but the smells and feel of the season were instantly familiar.  She
had a Mince Meat pie baking and the smell put me in my Mom's kitchen when
she opened the oven to check it.  Here I was measuring cinnamon, cloves,
allspice, nutmeg, and anise with tears rolling down my face, while turning
to hide them from Kettie.

   "There's dried orange peel and freeze dried apple in those little jars
in the back there.  Use the mortar and pestle to grind up about 2
tablespoons of each.  That makes the mull mine." She said as she stepped
toward me to point out the kitchen mortar and pestle.

   "Mattie?  Are you upset at something?"

   "No, just nostalgic.  This all smells like my family Christmas at home.
Family is what makes Christmas, and I don't have any." I said as I turned
towards her, embarrassed I was crying.

   "You have me to lean on, Matt.  I can be your Christmas Spirit.  I miss
my family too.  I was mad Sis couldn't stay until Christmas.  I'll miss
Marcy like crazy tomorrow and that's half the reason I invite others over."
She said as she sniffed away a few tears as well.

   We both gathered our wits and got the rest of her Holiday chores done.

   "I've got some crab legs in the fridge I was going to have for Eve
dinner.  I want you to stay."

   "I couldn't horn in on your special night.  Sounds like you had a
special time all planned out." I said not wanting to assume anything.

   "Don't be silly.  My special night wasn't going to be complete unless I
saw you come home.  I didn't expect you until late.  When I looked out and
saw your car early I called you instead of coming over and kidnapping you
later." She said with her sexy smile and little pout.

   "Really?" I asked.

   She pointed to her little breakfast nook, set up with 2 champagne
glasses a little burner waiting for a light to melt butter and 2 plates
with picks and shell crackers.

   "How were you going to lure me over if I didn't want to come?" I asked,
actually serious.

   She turned and quickly turned back with her top pulled up, her perfect
round, plump, breasts out, the red areola like ornaments on a tree.

   "I figured these would do it!"

   I went to reach for them but she hid them quickly.  "Remember, I didn't
need the lure to get you over here." She said winking.  "We'll have some
play time later, just remember the rules."

   I nodded knowing I wouldn't be frustrated, she was always randy for me.

   I helped her get things settled and put away and soon she was putting
the crab in the oven and I was pouring champagne.  We ate the crab and
sipped the bubbly, both talking about our Christmas memories, sometimes
hitting sentimental points that got us both waxing nostalgic with wet eyes.
For dessert she had made little mince meat tarts with the leftover filling
and crust from her pies.

   She got up from the table and took my hand, "Come on, let's sit in front
of the tree and wait for Santa." She took the big pillows from her sofa and
set them on the floor in front of the tree and gas fireplace.  She poured
two snifters of Sambuca and we sipped watching the fire and how it played
in each other's eyes, all with the smell of the tree and the sudden quiet
that seemed to envelope to whole area.  We hardly spoke and occasionally we
would kiss, just little smooches, and sometimes they would turn into long
wet kisses.

   After the Sambuca was gone I heard her clock strike 11 o'clock.

   "I better go if I have to be up for 10 o'clock Christmas Mass.  We'll
have to be there by 9 or 9:15 to get a seat." I said as I began to get up.

   She put a hand on my leg and knelt up.  "Don't go.  Give me a gift by
sleeping with me tonight.  You know that means real sleeping, but I'm sure
we could get creative.  You've got me feeling pretty sexy.  I really hope
you're falling as hard as me."

   "Kettie you scared the crap out of me a few weeks ago when you asked me
that commitment question." I said looking into her eyes.

   "What question was that?"

   "You asked if I you fell in love with you and you me, would I ever ask
you to marry me and have your children."

   "That scared you?"

   "Yes, it did because I never thought I would ever consider that with
anyone.  But, I want you to know that, yes, I would, and I am falling in
love with you.  Right now for the foreseeable future I can't imagine being
without you."

   "Oh Mattie, I'm so glad you feel that way too." She said as she finished
pulling me back down to my knees as she pulled herself up to hers.

   We necked and kissed furiously for a few minutes and then she broke the
clench.

   "Let's go to bed and love each other.  I'll set the alarm for 7:30.  You
can go home and get dressed for church and come over and get me and we'll
spend the day together, and the night again?" She asked.

   "Spend the night and not make love?  Are you trying to drive me crazy?"
I asked.

   "Mattie!  Have I ever denied you your orgasm?  Haven't I always made you
happy?  You've always made me delirious and I have no doubt you will
tonight.  You know I would never leave those precious balls hanging full.
Don't forget I want sex with you as much as you want me.  Making you happy
makes me happy.  That's why tomorrow night all you have to do for me is cum
in my mouth so I can taste your passion.  That will be my present and you
can be sure I will be totally satisfied.  Have you ever seen a woman have
an orgasm without being touched, or touching herself?" She said with a sexy
growl.

   "Oh my God, NO!  Kettie are you that tuned into me?"

   "Oh, I am, and I've known it for about a week now.  Now, I know you're
catching up, and that makes it all that much hotter.  We are like 2
electrical wires when they touch." She panted.

   "I want to eat your pussy, taste that sweetness."

   "I know you do, but then I won't be able to control myself and I'll do
what I promised myself I wouldn't.  I wouldn't be happy with me or you in
the morning.  You wait until you can eat me and you'll see what kind of
lover I become.  It makes me crazy, and I mean good crazy.  But right now,
sexual health is very important to me.  Can we not talk about it anymore?"

   "OK, I understand, I really do." I conceded.

   She stood and held out her hand and led me to her bedroom.  I hadn't
seen it before as we had used a different room for our "performance".  She
had a king size bed and everything was lit with hidden lighting that cast a
deep red hue on things.  There were two lamps beside the bed, but they were
not lit.

   "Do you want me to strip for you, or do you want to undress me?"

   "Undressing you would be too hard for me to resist sticking my face in
places I shouldn't right now." I said.  "Let's watch each other."

   We both didn't resort to any silly dances in taking off our clothes, but
we did sort of orchestrate the deed.  When we were done she peeled back the
covers and showed me my side.

   "I'll be right back, I need to get a couple things." She said kissing me
lightly on the lips.

   Watching her beautiful ass walk into her side bathroom had me hard
already.  She was back in a flash and I saw her put something under her
pillow.  She got in and turned to me.

   "Let me feel you next to me, your body, your warmth." She said as I
quickly moved to her.

   We kissed at first and then our hands got busy as I dry humped at her
middle, my cock sliding up over her stomach and then as we slithered around
my cock rested between her cheeks where I rutted again.  We were both
panting heavily and at the point where normally I would screw the hell out
of my partner, but I didn't know where to go next, it seemed she had a
plan, and as she said earlier, she never left me high and dry before.

   "God Matthew, (she had never called me Matthew before, almost no one had
since I was in grade school, AND it wasn't my name.  I was Christened Matt)
you make me want you so much.  Come here to me." She said pulling back the
covers.

   I looked at her curiously and she said, "Straddle my chest."

   I did as she asked thinking I was going to get my blowjob early, but she
had other ideas.  She stroked me a few times and saw how hard I was, the
head so shiny from being so engorged.  She spit in her hand and polished
the head of my cock, squeezing some of the blood down to relieve me.  Then
she slipped her arm under the pillow and pulled out a condom that she
opened and placed at the tip of my cock and spread it down over me.  She
reached back one more time and came up with some KY lovers lube.

   "Here, spread this all over my breasts, and especially between them.  If
you give me a little I'll spread it all over you." She whispered.

   Now I knew what her plan was and I couldn't have been happier.  I never
really had a woman between her breasts before.  For maybe a couple strokes,
but never seriously doing it.  In the back of my mind I wanted to do
Doreen, my HR princess from World ChipTech in Sacramento that way, but she
had her own ideas, which I didn't mind.

   With her breasts all lubed she pressed her hands up to push her full
tits around me.  I didn't need an invitation to start thrusting.  Her
breasts felt absolutely heavenly as I plowed through them and she panted as
well.  Every once in a while she would lower her chin and kiss the tip of
my covered dick as it went through her titty chamber.  Once I paused and
left the tip in her mouth for a mouth for a moment.  She swirled her tongue
over it, kissed it and moved her mouth from me.  I continued to thrust
between them for a few more minutes and I saw she was coming, she was so
excited, and then I started to huff and puff.

   "Fill up that rubber Mattie, show me how much juice you made for me!"
She yelled.

   Just then, I did.  I came a ton after the tease all night and the
reservoir in the condom filled and ballooned quickly, now flopping off the
end as it went between her magnificent globes the last few times.  She
shifted her hands from pressing them together to rubbing over them as I
felt her squirm her rear end under me.

   "Did you feel me cum under you?  Watching your face, hearing you pant,
knowing it was for me is such a rush.  "Now, didn't I make you happy?" She
asked and I was sure my smile was the only answer she needed.

   "Go get rid of your condom, get me a hand towel, and come to bed with
me. The alarm is set for 7:30 so we can still get 7 hours in." She asked me
as she waited for the towel to wipe the KY from her skin.

   Once I peed and flushed the condom away I was back in the warm bed and I
heard her click the lights off.

   "You're my first here, you know." She said.

   "First what?"

   "First lover I've taken to bed here in this house.  Besides working with
Joshua and you, I haven't been with a man here, or at all in the time I've
lived here."

   "Only web cam sex?  No other?" I asked, sort of astonished.

   "I may be a horny little toad, but I've never been promiscuous.  You may
not believe that what you see is what you get Matthew, but it is.  I'm
real. It obviously doesn't mean that I don't like sex, I LOVE sex.  But
this body is only carnally shared with men that I feel very special about
and I can trust to treasure our pleasure and mean something.  If I couldn't
have separated my web cam persona from my real life persona, Joshua would
have never touched me.  It was why I never wanted my partners face on the
screen and why I wore wigs and fake tattoos.  That person wasn't me."

   "Believe it or not, I'm beginning to better understand all of that,
accept all of that.  But as of right now, I hope I'm the only man who ever
touches you again." I said, sort of making a commitment to her.

   "I'll pray that's true at Church tomorrow, my Matthew." She said kissing
me goodnight.

   "I should tell you something.  I was Christened Matt and I'm not a
Matthew.  Teachers in school would scold me as Matthew, and people would
address letters to me that way, but I'm just Matt and my parents always
called me Mattie."

   She smiled and hugged me again.  "As long as you're my Mattie."

   "I am and someday we'll seal this deal and then see if we can make it
grow into more.  OK?"

   "You've never really been in love before, have you?" she asked.

   "Is it that obvious?"

   "Sort of." She said with a cute smile.  "You choose your words carefully
about commitment and future.  Don't worry about that so much.  I don't want
anything you don't want and you shouldn't want anything I don't.  Words are
one thing, but it's the heart that matters.  Now let's get some sleep."

   We were both pretty exhausted and fell off quickly.  I didn't hear a
sound until I felt Kettie poking me awake.

   December 25, Christmas Day 2013

   "Alright, I'm awake!" I said impatiently to the finger prods on my
thigh. "Is it 7:30 already?'

   "No!  It's only 6 but you're humping my ass with that thing!" She spat
out trying to push me away.

   I sort of came around and realized I had a full erection and I was
pressed against her and apparently had been slamming away at her.  I let go
of her arm and rolled to my back.

   "Oh my God Kettie, I'm sorry."

   "It was cute at first when I woke up and felt you rubbing between my
cheeks, but once you got hard, let's just say, it was a good thing I wore
panties to bed!  I wasn't sure you were sleeping and dreaming or what!"

   I was really embarrassed as I lay there with an erection that tented the
sheets.

   "It's more a piss hard-on than a passion hard-on, I think." I said,
knowing I had to go to the toilet.

   "Wow, that's flattering." She chuckled.  "Don't worry, I know what you
mean.  Go pee."

   I came back to bed and she had put the mood lights on again and leaned
to me.  "Merry Christmas!"

   "Merry Christmas to you, too.  Sorry if I was trying to give you a, . .
. uh . .  present."

   "I thought it was cute.  I see it hasn't gone away." She said rising up
on one elbow and looking at the tent that was still in her bed.

   "You lying beside me with no top on, pretty face and sexy voice will do
that to me." I admitted.

   She rolled back and picked up the towel she had used the night before.
She pulled down my covers and put the towel on my stomach.

   "You're going to get a Christmas morning hand job, Mattie!" She said
joyfully, "And I'll do my own as well.  You just enjoy, I don't need help.
We'll have plenty of time for that another time."

   I went to protest and she looked at me sternly holding a finger to her
lips, "Shhhhh." Was her only advice.

   She took my cock in her hand, pushing my underwear down a bit and rolled
her palm over the head several times before taking the shaft in her hand
and beginning to stroke.

   She scrunched and turned her body until she had folded herself, knees on
the bed, her thighs over her calves, and her breasts hovering over her
knees as she leaned on the elbow of the arm stroking me.  The other hand
was between her legs as she mewled her own pleasure groans.  She sat up
just a bit to turn her head towards me.

   "How do you feel about me eating your cum?"

   "You mean tonight like you said?  I have no problem with that.  It's all
part of it." I answered starting to pant a little.

   "I mean right now.  Tell me when you're ready and I'll take it.  I want
to taste you, I just don't want you to be grossed out.  It doesn't bother
you?"

   "NO!  Why ask that?"

   "My second lover wouldn't let me near him afterward.  I just don't . . .
. ."

   "Shhh, no explanations!" I said trying to concentrate.

   She sat up a bit further and watched her hand intently manipulating me
toward orgasm.

   "Yours is only the 4th penis I've ever seen live and touched.  So
beautiful and uncut.  My first was uncut, but you're so gorgeous and fat.
You always tell me what a great body I have.  You're just delicious and
that cock is dazzling.  So thick and full.  I can't wait to suck you, make
love to you with my mouth.  I can't wait until you can make love to me with
it.  That's why I have to taste it now, don't be mad."

   "Why would I be mad?  Just be quiet and let it happen." I said losing
patience with her talking.

   She HADN'T been with a lot of men because if she had they would have
told her long ago to shut up and let man concentrate on cumming when you're
doing him.  Would I ask her about other men while I was pleasuring HER sex?

   She began to catch her breath and even hesitate her stroke as she was
close to her edge, closing her eyes and pursing her lips to hum a growl to
her own pleasure that was creeping over her.  It was all I needed to see as
final inspiration to let go.

   "Oh Kettie!  You're going to get me.  You're getting me!" I said as I
lifted my ass from the bed a little.

   She looked at my face as I closed my eyes ready to spout and just before
my mouth opened to groan my pleasure her lips just went over the tip like a
fat kiss.  She didn't take the whole head in her mouth, just the very tip
where my little slit was spewing my cum.  I felt her suck a bit at it as I
began to ebb and then pull her head away and bury it in the sheets as she
bent totally flat, folded as tight as she could.  I saw her back muscles
trembling in orgasm and then heard her swallow hard.  When it came to sex,
she was a 3 act play with encores, and I hadn't had the real Kettie yet.  I
totally disassociated myself from the "performance" on camera.  I couldn't
wait to have her."

   We lay quietly catching our breath as the 7:30 alarm went off.  She
picked her head up from the bed and smiled at me.

   "Merry Christmas.  Thank you for that.  I've tasted your love now,
you'll have to taste mine soon, I know.  It was hot and sweet and bitter at
the same time.  I hope the bitter was any of the doubts you may have about
us, I hope it's gone now.  I do love you Matt, not Matthew." She said with
a wide grin.

   "I love you too, Kettie, . .  not Katie." I said making her blush.

   "You know what's strange, but all so wonderful?" She asked rhetorically.

   "It's that if you told me that a woman jerked you off and when you began
to cum she drank it right from the tip of your penis, I would think she was
reprehensible and I wouldn't think much of you either.  But, for me it was
a gift of love from you to me and a bond that I sealed from me to you
saying how much I thought I loved you.  I don't think it brought you an
extra pleasure, in that sense, but now you know how much I think of you. 
Just how much my love is growing."

   "I always thought of love as something flowery, sparkly, with lace, and
kittens and all that.  It was those feelings I knew I could never feel
towards anyone.  But now I'm realizing that it turns into that as you get
older and you've spent years together supporting and making each other's
lives happy and comfortable.  But falling in love is intimacy, discovering
each other's bodies, finding ways to bring the other pleasure, no matter
how perverse or socially acceptable.  Anything that makes the other happy
in any way is an expression of love and feelings.  Once you're alone with
no other eyes to judge or critic, anything that either of you finds
consensual and pleasurable for the other, is love.  It's the discovery of
each other's innermost fantasy's, and getting to know each other
physically, right down to the most hidden freckle on their body, the smells
and tastes that make you up, and also knowing what their thoughts and
feelings will be.  In just a short amount of time you're taught me all of
this about love.  I realize it's not a word to toss around cavalierly." I
said exposing my inner most new discovery to her.

   Kettie smiled at me and said, "It's going from, "Ewww, you got your cum
on me", to, "Let me taste the very thing that is produced by your love for
me." Outside of love that sounds perverse, but when you feel that bond,
it's all so normal."

   "Like eating assholes." I suggested, as over the top as it "sounded".

   "Exactly.  Say that outside and people will call the police." She
giggled.  "OK, I better throw some clothes on and get home to shower and
change for church, or we'll end up excited again." I said getting up.

   "Mattie, near you I'm always excited.  Remember that." She said popping
up to her knees on the bed to kiss me as I put on my shirt.

   She ran a hand between my legs and over my penis and balls.  "Wait until
tonight when I do something socially unacceptable to THIS!"

   "That's my cue to get out of here while I can still get my pants over
it." I said stepping back to find my underwear and pants.

   "It didn't take long to get home shower and change and be ready for
Christmas Mass.  Kettie was out in front as I drove up and she waved off my
attempt to get out and get her door.

   "Let's just go and make sure we get a seat.  I hate to stand for the
whole Mass." She said as she got in.

   We both remained very quiet on the way to St.  Marks, but I wasn't
really sure why we had so little to say.

   "You know what it is, don't you?" She said in almost a whisper.

   "Know what WHAT is?" I answered, confused.

   "We just hit the hump, and I think we got over it."

   "Can you deny that when you got home you didn't say to yourself, "Holy
Shit, I think I'm in love and I think I admitted it?  Is there a way out?"
Tell me you didn't face that fear, and it is a fear.  We all say we "love"
things, but falling in real love is frightening as hell.  You do things you
wouldn't dream of doing, say things you wouldn't dream of saying.  When you
come to the realization that you really said and did those things, you
almost wonder what controlled you."

   I was quiet for a moment as she waited for my response.  She had hit the
nail right on the head, more or less.  I thought all of those things, just
not in those words.

   Just as I was about to tell her she held a finger up to make a point. 
"Tell me, yes or no, that you didn't consider not showing up to get me, to
let me swing in the breeze."

   I exhaled deeply.  "I did.  I was scared as hell.  No, not scared. 
Frightened that suddenly I wasn't really me."

   "I considered just waving you off, telling you to go ahead.  But somehow
the fear is empowering if you really believe in the other person." She said
quietly, staring at the dash.

   "Holy Shit, how can we both have the same thoughts at the same time?  I
mean, I didn't think all those things in as many words, but, everything you
said happened.  You've been here before." I mused.

   "I have.  I've been to the edge and jumped off, but I've never been so
frightened as today.  I think this is it Matt.  Does my saying that scare
you?" She asked, still not looking at me.

   "In the shower this morning I almost got sick, my stomach was turning so
hard.  I leaned on the wall to get my bearings and fight the wretch and I
said out loud.  Holy Fuck, this is it!  That was when I thought I would
just run off, but I couldn't.  What have we done to each other?" I asked.

   "We HAVE connected.  I have been in love before, but this is . . . . .
." She said before her voice trailed off.

   "Maybe church will improve our perspective." I said as I pulled in St.
Mark's lot and we were directed to park as they packed cars in tightly to
fit the Christmas crush.

   We parked and got out of the car and she rushed to my side and hugged me
with a PDA kiss among the cars and people scurrying to get inside and get a
seat.

   "Promise me, as I promise you, you'll be brave with this and face it. 
If it doesn't happen, it's fine, as long as we try.  Let's just not run
away afraid."

   I surprised myself as I answered her, "Don't worry, I want this."

   Never having fallen in love, and I mean REALLY falling in love, I WAS a
little afraid, but Kettie seemed to make it worth the risks to my psyche
and ego.  I didn't envision myself being emotionally scarred if I was
burnt, but that was mainly because I hadn't been through that before.  It
was weird though, she seemed to be holding my hand through this process up
until now, but suddenly she was at the same place as me.  I thought of
Butch and Sundance reaching the edge of the cliff over the raging river. 
They knew they had to jump to escape.  Sundance says he can't jump, he
can't swim.  Butch tells him, "You damn fool, the fall is gonna kill ya."
That's where we were she had led me down the road and suddenly we were at a
spot even she hadn't been.  I was afraid because she had lived with one man
for 9 years, and now at this infant stage of our relationship, she was
afraid.

   Christmas Mass seemed to reaffirm our resolve that we should try this
for each other.  I never felt this close to any human being, cared this
much.  I was "all in."

   Something about faith, faith in God, that empowers you when you face a
challenge.  I remembered after making the biggest decision of my life;
taking an out of state job and assignment on a moment's notice with no
forethought about it whatsoever, going to church on Sunday hoping my faith
would reaffirm I had made the right decision.  I left church that day
feeling empowered and confident.  I wasn't AS positive leaving Mass on
Christmas as that prior day, but I felt I had made the right commitments of
the heart.

   We spoke little on the way home, but exchanged confident glances to each
other.  As I drove her to her home she looked to me and smiled broadly.

   "Give me a kiss and go home and change.  You don't need a coat and tie
for my dinner party.  Come over as soon as you can.  You can help me.  The
others will get here around one."

   I smiled as broadly, like a Cheshire cat sharing a confident look with
her that we knew a secret no one else did.  I gave her a short kiss, and
then a long one as I took her chin on the tips of my fingers and I tasted
her mouth.  She was delicious.

   A half hour later I was at her door, my centerpiece in hand, already
anxious to see Kettie again.

   "Oh, your centerpiece is beautiful!!" She said as she opened the door
and took my offering.

   "You actually took in my colors here.  Great job!" She said as she
kissed me.

   Before I could say a word she began to give me little jobs.

   "My shrimp is out but needs to be deveined, can you handle that?"

   That was no problem for me and I was able to just stand in one spot to
work while she worked in and out of the kitchen and I don't think she ever
stopped talking, sometimes talking to herself and sometimes me.  When I
finished I saw her silver tray already sporting a fish shaped bowl with
cocktail sauce, so I arranged the shrimp and got it back in the fridge.  I
went out to meet her and help her finish up getting the living room ready
and when the bell rang with her first guests we were able to relax.

   Her friends were pleasant and I had seen them around the pool during the
summer so we were not complete strangers.  It was a nice afternoon of talk
and stories before she took out her prime rib and we got ready to eat. 
Everything was exquisite and with her apple and mince pies and coffee
afterwards, no one went away hungry.  At around 6 o'clock one of the
couples begged off and shortly after that the other two were gone and we
were alone to finish cleaning up.  Everyone had already helped pick up
after dinner and fill the dishwasher, so there was little to do.  At 7
o'clock I was pretty well beat and couldn't wait to sit down on the sofa
and relax.

   Kettie came out from the bedroom after changing into a hostess type gown
and closed the drapes, lowered the lights and poured 2 snifters of after
dinner drink.  She came out and sat next to me and snuggled for a minute
before speaking.

   "We make a pretty good team, thanks for all your help."

   "Oh God, listen to you!" I said, "I did nothing and you made it all
happen.  Great job Ket!"

   "You're sweet, but I really needed your help.  Can we just crash for a
while?" She said as she snuggled in beside me with her drink and we watched
the tree twinkle as we unwound.

   I saw a tear form in her eye and I asked her what was bothering her.

   "That's more of a tear of joy than anything.  Yes, I'm thinking of the
times I had back at home as a kid with my grandparents and my parents, but
I'm also thinking of how happy I am with you right now.  We're off to a
good start getting to know each other and everything has been wonderful for
us.  I can tell by the smile on your face when you see me that you feel as
I do.  I've wanted to feel this way again and I know it can go away, but
this feels real special.  I didn't end my first relationship, but I knew it
was over long before he left.  I ended my second when I caught him
cheating. We just need to promise each other not to hurt each other, be
honest, and be true.  If it isn't going to work, we'll know."

   Then she tipped her head up to look me in the eyes.  "I really think
this is special, magical, but I won't go crazy or anything.  We can set the
pace."

   "I was going to tell you the same thing.  This is special and it's a
first for me and I know from friends that room to breathe is important and
we've done that so far.  I think the biggest thing is not to try, just let
things happen." I said with a quiver in my voice.

   "I can tell you a little good news.  I feel my period coming on.  Once
that's done we're safe for a few days and we can make love like rabbits."

   "Really, how do rabbits do it?" I said causing her to pause until she
knew I wasn't serious.

   "You can stay those nights, can't you?"

   "Sure, maybe you can stay with me a night or two as well."

   "Ooooo, sex-SEE staying over at my boyfriends! . . .and finally one who
knows how to keep house." She giggled.

   "One girl I was friends with said I must be gay, I was over 25 single,
and neat."

   "Give me her number, I'll make sure she knows you're NOT gay!" She
laughed.

   "She found out." I said with a smirk.

   "Oh God, not playboy stories!" She joked.

   I ended the banter by bending and kissing her hard on her lips as she
turned and it became a long necking session.

   She broke the session looking me in my eyes saying, "I think I want to
give you that Christmas present now."

   I really didn't know how to react.  I mean I wanted it, but I didn't
want it to seem cheap or tawdry, like when Marianne came over and just did
me and left.  She sensed it and sat back a little.

   "Don't be uncomfortable.  I LOVE to suck my lover's penis.  It's sexy as
hell and makes me tingle like crazy.  Oral sex is as personal as it gets.
We can do it in bed, but I'd rather do it here, you standing, me sitting.
It'll be different than when I was acting before, I promise."

   "Shhhhhh!" I said.  "I've put that out of my mind as someone else."

   "It was, but I can't deny it physically happened.  I want you to see how
much I like doing it.  If we end up together, you'll find out.  That was
for the show." She said, noticeably embarrassed.

   "Not fair I don't get to eat you." I said pouting.

   "You'll have your chance.  When you see how crazy sucking you makes me,
you won't believe what your tongue will do to me." She said with a grin
like a kid on Christmas.

   "I should shower." I said going to get up.

   "No, you showered this morning.  I want to taste you, and smell your man
smell.  Stand up." She said as she scooted to the edge of her sofa.

   The curtains were already drawn and doors locked with lights low.  I was
already excited, but one thing bothered me.

   "I've gotten blowjobs from girls I hardly knew.  Some in the back of a
car, once while driving, once behind a night club.  This is different, your
making love to me with your mouth, or I'm making love to your mouth."

   "It's a word Mattie, get over it.  I know what I'm doing.  I know why
I'm doing it.  I'm not one of those blowjob girls.  Yours is only the
fourth one I've ever put my lips on, but it's still a blowjob, a very
loving blowjob.  If I wasn't in love with you, I wouldn't do it.  If I
didn't get tremendous satisfaction from it, I wouldn't do it.  By the
weekend you'll be inside my vagina and I'm not going to scream "Make love
to my vagina", I'm going to yell "Fuck my pussy", and it's going to real
loud, and over and over." She said with a smile that would make you hard as
a rock in a second.

   I stood and she hugged her head to my stomach, her ear about over my
naval.

   "I love you Matt and I want to do this to please you, to please me, so I
can taste you, taste your cum while you writhe in pleasure, so I can watch
your face contort in orgasm and know I pleased you.  If there's anything I
can do to make it better for you, just tell me." She said as she loosened
my belt and let my pants fall.

   She put her face right into the front of my underwear and drew a deep
breath before pulling down my shorts and then helping me step out of them.
Her little hand came up and seemed to weigh my balls as she looked up and
smiled at me.

   "This will lighten your load here" she said as her lips found the tip of
my cock and she enveloped her velvet oral grip on me.

   To say that she made love to me with her mouth would be an
understatement.  Her eyes, her mouth, and individually her lips and tongue
did nothing but find ways to bring me pleasure, accented by her little hand
manipulating me while her other hand dug between her legs.  I saw why she
preferred to sit on the edge of the sofa, it made her pussy so accessible
to her hand.

   She performed the act wordlessly until she felt, or perhaps tasted my
end coming on.

   "Don't stop to tell me you're coming, just let it happen and fill my
mouth and let me put it in my stomach to make you forever a part of me.  I
want to taste your cum that I cooked myself in your cute sack of balls. 
This is the sexiest thing you can do for me.  Feed me." She said almost
growling it out as she closed her eyes and mouth over me and I began to
thrust a little to her mouth in anticipation.

   She wasn't trying to see how fast she could get me off.  She was trying
to make it as enjoyable as she could for me.  She was clearly enjoying what
she was doing and her fingers were a blur between her legs.  I could smell
her cum and I craved to taste her, only making me rise that much faster.  I
got in that zone where you know you're about to cum and that nerve you
twang, you know the one that gives you the feeling you can't get enough of,
was peaking and she seemed to know it and she pushed the head of my cock to
the roof of her mouth and ran her tongue just on the Vee at the bottom of
the helmet, and made that nerve twang over and over making me weak in my
knee.  Then she suddenly pushed her mouth over me and hunched her neck a
few times and I shot, probably right down her throat and then she pulled
back and nodded quickly over the head as I pulsed 3 more times onto her
tongue.  It was the most intense orgasm of my life.  I wasn't sure if I
could scream, if I wanted to, die a happy man on the spot as my heart
pounded in my chest, or just reach down and hold her face, but I was
paralyzed for a second before I fell forward almost pulling me from her
mouth.  She must have anticipated that and she fell back with me and lolled
me in her mouth until the last reports from my balls made their way out. 
She let me go and I fell to the side huffing and puffing like a locomotive.
I looked to her and she just smiled and said "Merry Christmas."

   I rolled my eyes back and then I felt her fingers at my mouth and I
smelled the sweet pussy cum and juices and I sucked them hungrily until she
brought her other hand that she just dipped in her quim and fed me those.

   Neither of us said anything made a sound for at least 5 minutes.  I
think I moved first, sitting up a bit to get my bearing and have blood
return to my head.

   "See the difference when someone loves you does that for you?" She
asked. I could only lean over to her and take her mouth in mine to kiss and
neck with her.  It wasn't the first time I tasted my own cum from a woman's
mouth, but it was the first time I didn't care.

   "Kettie, I want to be inside of you so bad.  If you think your period is
coming, aren't you safe now?" I said, hating myself to be begging.

   "Aren't you satisfied?" She whined.

   "Of course I'm satisfied, It's just to be inside of you to be one with
you.  I'm afraid I've fallen in love with you." I said like a high school
kid who just got laid.

   "Matt, I KNOW how you feel, I feel the same way, but we can't take that
risk yet." She insisted.  "Now please don't fight me on this."

   "We can go the other way." I whispered.

   "NO!  I can't do that in good conscience.  I know we did that in our
show, but firstly, I was pressured and would have lost my credibility and
customers if I refused after naming a price.  Secondly, I had a lot of
numbing agent already in me, and that still hurt." She said beginning to
cry over her embarrassment.

   "Kettie, I won't pressure you or try to talk you into anything, but I
know you enjoyed that in the end, no pun."

   "It's something for another time.  I'm saving it for . . . . . . ." She
said stopping short of finishing her sentence.

   "For WHO?" I demanded, suddenly doubting her.

   She lowered her head and said, "My husband, and I pray it will be you.
Don't be mad for my getting so way ahead of ourselves."

   I sat back down beside her and hugged her and told her that I
understood, but she quickly set me straight.

   "What happened during my performance was NOT real.  If it had been
Joshua I might have thrown it all away and refused.  Sent back the money.
But with you I felt you were someone special then, even if we never saw
each other again.  It was something I had to do to get my life back onto
the tracks.  I always knew some day I would do it and I enjoyed playing
there many times.  That night with that big toy, I knew it would be bad,
but it was worth the money they offered for it.  I'll never do that again
for anyone, well, except you.  Please let's just go to bed and hold each
other.  I don't want to be reminded what I did for money."

   She tried to hide her tears as she got up to go to the bedroom, but I
reached for her hand to stop her.

   "I don't think you understand my feelings or futility Kettie.  I want to
express my love to you, be inside you to be one with you to show you MY
feelings like you just showed me.  It isn't some sex fantasy.  You poured
out your feelings and devotion, and I'm left short."

   Kettie got up close to me, nose to nose.

   "That's only your perception Matt.  When you looked down at me, your
lips trembled, your eyes went all funny and I saw a ripple in your belly
just before you emptied your balls and all their love juice in my mouth for
me to taste and feel, you SHOWED ME.  You WERE inside of me.  Your juice
nourished me and my body with all of its protein, but most of all, love. 
You expressed it all to me.  I promise you, all of my body is yours to
please you however we want, but it's just a few days away.  I'll love you
even more by then.  Don't think you haven't shown me how deep your feelings
are.  You have, and I know.  Now let's go to bed and hold each other and
sleep.  I'm thinking you might get an encore in the morning.  You don't
have to work, do you?"

   She made me smile and I hugged her tightly.  "No, I don't have to work.
We do system maintenance for a few days, twice a year.  I don't go back
until Friday.  We can spend lots of time together.  Don't forget, you have
my body to use however we want as well."

   "OK, just understand, you won't have me, um, . . .  back there."

   "I know, it's not important; It was just an option under the current
situation.  It's not an obsession."

   Five minutes later we were settled in her bed and I swear 6 minutes
later we were both asleep.

   December 26, 2013

   I woke up at 4:00 am having to pee and I was almost worried I had peed
in her bed, but I was soaking wet from my hugging her and falling asleep
that way.  I was actually afraid I would wake her when I got up, but she
was out.  When I got back to bed I made a point of not holding her again to
avoid getting that clammy feeling.  Normally I could have NEVER fallen
asleep that way, so we must have been exhausted.

   I rolled over at 7:06 by her clock and her arm was draped over me, but I
fell to my back and moved her arm off.  I contemplated getting up and
making coffee, but I fell asleep again.  The next thing I knew was her hand
stroking my cock and when I opened my eyes she was kneeling beside me with
a big smile on her face.

   "Good morning lover.  I would have tried to wake you with my mouth, but
I'm afraid of getting it peed in until you wake up." She said making me
laugh like hell.

   "Would that have been a big surprise?" I asked facetiously.

   "No, it's happened before and I puked for 2 hours." She snarled.

   "I'm sorry; you have to admit it sounds funny."

   "Why don't you get up and pee, and then come back?" She asked.

   "I'm OK.  I was up a couple hours ago and pissed a gallon, you didn't
move, you were out."

   She moved back in close to me again and took my cock in her hand again.

   "I love your cock.  It's so thick.  Do you want me to suck it again?"
She asked cutely.

   "If you want to.  I can't believe how beautiful and sexy you are when
you do it.  You ARE making love to me.  I'm beginning to get this love
thing." I said as she was beginning to bend to my cock.

   "What does THAT mean?!" She said stopping abruptly.

   "Hard to explain.  With most girls I've been with it's been trying to
stretch their limits to make myself cum.  With you, with all these feelings
involved it's different.  Everything feels more intense.  I really WANT
you. That's why it's so frustrating that I can't be inside you.  Cumming
and my orgasm are satisfying, but I still WANT you afterwards.  I want to
be inside you to complete something."

   "Oh, you're so sweet, but when you're in my mouth, you ARE inside me. 
Just close your eyes and imagine it's my pussy, wet and tight around you."

   "But, I'd rather be holding your face, kissing your lips while inside
you."

   "Matt, you are SO sweet, but just wait a few days.  I'll have my cycle
and I'm going to my GYN during it and we'll have all these problems solved.
I promise you." She said as she moved back again and bent to fit me in her
mouth.

   Once again she expertly got me off and made thorough love to me showing
me tricks and moves that prolonged and intensified my orgasm.  This time
when she finished she let me out of her mouth and laid her head on my
stomach with the head of my cock just a breath away from her lips.  As
little entrails of my orgasm escaped she would lick them off and she didn't
move until my breathing had returned to normal.  Then she sprung back to
her knees and looked to me.

   "Your cock and your cum are so delicious to me and the rush you give me
when that electricity runs through you as you cum, . .  it's so
invigorating."

   "You just wait until you're pinching both nipples, my tongue is up in
your pussy and my middle finger is plunging in your asshole.  You'll know
invigorating." I said as she blushed hard and her lower lip trembled.

   "We should get up before we get in more trouble.  Let me make you
breakfast."

   "No, I'll take you to breakfast.  Let's get dressed and get out of here
for a while."

   "Are you afraid of what I'll do to you?" She asked in her sexiest voice.

   I turned and pounced on her, my dick rubbing up and down over her pussy,
right through the groove.  "No, I'm afraid of what I'LL DO TO YOU!"

   "OK, OK, Touche!  I know there's a limit to the tease!" She cried,
actually worried I might try to do something.

   "Get that worried look off your face, like I would even TRY to do
anything like that.  Remember, we're a we? . . .  and "we" agreed."

   We had a sexy time showering together, trying hard not to get each other
too excited and we were off to breakfast.  We spent the most of the day out
shopping and her showing me a few of the local sights I hadn't discovered
yet.  By the time we got back it was after 5 o'clock and she invited me in
for dinner.

   "I have a dozen of those huge shrimp left that I never even put out on
Christmas.  I make a scampi with Angel Hair that will drive you crazy with
so much garlic we'll be the only ones able to stand each other." She
offered.

   "Sounds good to me, but I should tell you now, I can't stay tonight.  I
have to be at work tomorrow by 6:30 to get re-booted after the updates and
refresh."

   "That's OK, I understand.  Not a problem." She said as she got out and I
followed her into the house and helped her put her department store finds
away and we got dinner started.

   Once she got her sauce going we just had to wait for the pasta before we
put the shrimp in, as they cooked fast.  She poured a nice white wine and
we sat corner to corner at her table, holding hands and sipping wine.

   "We make a nice team, fixing dinner together, huh?" She asked.

   "I haven't tasted it yet, so we'll see." I said

   "Umm, haven't tasted what?" She asked with a sexy leer.

   "Ooooo, you like to tease, huh?" I asked.

   "It's no tease.  When the time comes, I'll come across.  I go to the GYN
tomorrow and I think I'll get my period tonight, so it times out fine."

   "What sort of birth control do you think you'll be able to use, if the
pill is out."

   "I used to use the Depo-Provera shot and I had no side effects
whatsoever.  But after my first boyfriend split, I never got it re-newed
(it was like every 10 or 12 weeks) and then I went on the pill because I
thought I might become sexually active, trying to find another boyfriend.
That was when I hooked up with Barry and I got pregnant anyway and that
whole debacle occurred.  Whether we didn't time things well, or I missed
pills, or I was just a victim of the odds, it didn't work.  Besides, the
things the pill did to me had me in fear of ending up with cancer and I
couldn't live with that over my head all of the time.  If I can show him my
history with the shot, I'll go back on that.  You "might" have to use a
condom a couple times until I'm sure and I've got a couple female condoms
we can try, although I've never tried them."

   "I have, with one woman I slept with and you have to use lube because
you don't get the woman's wetness on you.  They're OK, and not much
different than a male condom, feeling wise.  I think they get used for anal
sex more often anyway." I added.

   "When I was on the shot, it worked great and I had NO problems.  If he
approves it I'll be happy.  Uh, Oh, the pasta should be ready, let me put
the shrimp in and then rinse the angel hair."

   With her back turned to me, and that might have been intentional so as
not to let me see possible disappointment in her face, she asked.  "How
about if I sleep with you at YOUR place tonight?  I can go back to sleep
after you leave, when I get up I'll straighten up, and then come home and
get ready for the Doctor."

   "If my interrupting your sleep doesn't bother you, but, we shouldn't
make this an every night thing, staying together.  I think we need time for
perspective.  As much as I would love to see you every day, sleep with you
every night, we could use a little time to get our wheels on the right
track and make sure we're headed to the same station."

   "Oh NO, I totally agree with you there, but if I stay with you tonight
and we switch off, my place, then your place for the weekend, next week I'm
tied up for a couple days anyway and you'll be back in ChipTech work mode."
She suggested.

   "Sounds good to me, well except for getting back into work mode.  I love
waking up with you."

   "Getting your dick sucked?"

   "No, . . .  well yes, of course I like that, but when I get up to pee at
4 or 5 I leave the light on in the bathroom so I can see you in the ambient
light.  I just watch you sleep for a few minutes before I go back out. 
You're so peaceful and pretty.  Sexy too.  I've had to go back to sleep
with a stiffie."

   "Just looking at me sleep?" She wondered, with a sort of pride that she
could have that effect on me.

   "Just looking at you, period.  I KNOW how passionate and sexy you are.
You don't get a gaggle of guys to watch you jerk off because of the free
lollipops, you know.  Why do you think 5 couples paid to see you have anal?
It's because of how sexy you are.  Then they see you take the dick in your
mouth and receive my cum, that's fucking sexy.  But, I don't need that for
me to see you as sexy or sexual, I can just look at you and feel the sex
and passion you ooze."

   "You don't have to charm me.  I'm sold on you." She scolded, sort of
pissing me off.

   "I'm just telling you how I feel, what I think.  I know I don't need to
blow smoke up your ass." I said losing patience with her supposed doubts.

   "Listen, I've had a lot more than that of yours up my ass, but I was
willingly raped by 5 people that night.  I just want you to know that you
don't have to spend your days finding ways to prove your devotion and love
for me.  I get it, and I hope you understand and see the same from me." She
said as she turned back again and started filling our plates with the pasta
and scampi.

   The dinner was perfect and a fitting end to our day, something simple,
elegant, and not too filling after a Christmas day of rich foods.  We
sipped a nice dry white wine through dinner and we went to the sofa with
the end of the bottle and watched Jeopardy while we cuddled.

   Suddenly she sat up.  "I have a great idea.  Why don't you bring your
car home, and I'll be over with a change of clothes and we can go for a
walk around the complex.  It's still in the 40's and the town finally lit
all the streetlamps now that the development is finished.  I know you jog,
but I can't do that after eating, but wouldn't a walk be nice before we
settle in?"

   "You know, just before we settled here on the sofa I thought about a
walk but wasn't sure how you might think about that, forgetting how warm it
is, well for late December in New York.  You know it's 75 everyday in
Sacramento.  They don't have to pay a weatherman there.  They just recorded
him one time."Today's weather, NICE and NICE tomorrow as well, and for the
upcoming weekend, NICE." But even I noticed it was much warmer today,
almost bearable.  So, let's do it!"

   I drove my car the 100 yards to my place and went in to put on some Nike
trainers for walking and she was at my door in a flash.  She had a little
over the shoulder bag and I went to take it from her and start walking, but
she held up a hand.

   "No, let me go in the bathroom.  I better wear a tampon.  Sorry, but I
think it's going to start even while we walk.  Don't worry, I don't get too
bitchy or PMS mental or anything." She said with an embarrassed smile.

   In a flash we were afoot and we developed a good pace until she came in
tight with me.  "I better slow down, I DO have it.  Whatever jackass who
said you could go horseback riding with these things during you period must
have been 13 or 73."

   "Do you want to go back?" I asked.

   "No, I'm fine, I just can skip the long strides, it makes the tampon
shift a bit, . .  all things you'd rather not know."

   "Of course, I don't need a play by play, but yes I want to know is
you're uncomfortable and if I can help you out.  You keep having periods,
we keep having fun.  For the first time in my life I've actually thought
about being a Daddy, you know the possibility and I haven't run away yet."

   "Yet?" She asked.

   "Don't worry Ket, I'm not going anywhere.  If we ever have any
relationship problems neither of us will be surprised.  I tend NOT to hide
my feelings and you shouldn't either.  That's how you fix things."

   "You're pretty smart for a guy with his first girlfriend." She said.

   "Not my first, well yeah, my first as far as thinking beyond sleeping
together."

   "Sleeping? . .  or Sex?"

   "Sex."

   "You weren't calling anyone the morning after sex?" She asked.

   "Not usually.  All my friends with serious girlfriends or wives didn't
seem too happy.  I didn't need to be tied down.  I enjoyed getting laid and
as long as she was happy with that, no problem." I explained.

   "So I'm going to tie you down?"

   "In my dreams!" I said with a big grin.

   "Pervert.  I'll tie you down and spank you, . . .  as long as you
promise to spank me back." She said looking at me and flexing her eyebrows.

   "Seriously though.  Right now I don't envision a time I wouldn't want to
be with you.  You seem to be in my plans for every day I think of." I
admitted.

   "But be realistic, one day at a time." She said cautiously.

   "Oh, of course.  Plans beyond tomorrow are ones we make as a couple." I
said.

   "Jeepers, I can't believe I made you this smart, this fast." She said
poking me.

   "Uh, oh.  We're about to encounter two more walkers." I said looking
ahead as a couple began to come into sight.

   As they got closer I recognized it was Brendan.

   "So!  What's this?" Brendan hollered.

   "What does it look like?" I said.

   "It looks like you both came to your senses.  The attraction was
obvious. Oh, and this is Stacey." Brendan said.

   "So, what are you two doing out this cold December night?" I asked,
knowing they usually looked for a vacant "under construction" house to get
intimate in.

   Brendan blushed and looked to Stacey.  "He knows, don't be embarrassed."
He said to her before looking up to me.

   "We left a sleeping bag hidden in a crawl space in the last new
construction and apparently somebody found it." He said as Stacey turned
her face away from us.

   I chuckled and Kettie laughed out loud.

   Brendan got embarrassed then and shrugged his shoulders without anything
to say.

   "We better get going, it's starting to get cold and we stopped moving
here." I said as we started to beg off.

   We got about 5 paces and Kettie pulled my arm.  "Hey Brendan, come
here."

   She stepped away from me and reached in her pocket.

   "Brendan, here are the keys to my house.  You've been there to help me
bring in groceries and move furniture.  You two can go there.  Use the
floor, not a bed or furniture and don't make a mess.  Don't even turn a
light on to draw attention.  Don't fuck with me, don't snoop.  I know where
you live and I know your father.  He ogles me as much as you do.  Bring the
keys to Mattie's when you're done and don't be long.  I don't want to have
to worry.  I don't approve of what I'm doing, but I think you're in love."

   Stacey seemed mortified, but wasn't hesitant to nod and agree to what
Kettie told Brendan.

   "We won't disappoint you, you won't even know we were there." She said
quietly.

   "You realize that you're opening yourself up for possible trouble." I
said after they got out of earshot.

   "Maybe, but I think Brendan is pretty straight and Stacey seems nice. 
If she can put up with the embarrassment of broadcasting to us that she was
about to get laid, she must love him." Kettie said as she snuggled into me
and we finished our leisurely walk.

   We got back to my place and were about to go in when we heard some
shouting and then a heard a door slam.  We looked over to Kettie's and saw
2 people walking, more like one person with another pursuing.

   As they got closer it was Stacey walking fast and Brendan following her
trying to apologize or something like that.

   Stacey got us first and she handed Ket the keys.

   "Thanks, but no thanks.  He tried to propose to me with my pants pulled
down to my knees on all fours in your living room.  What a lifelong memory
THAT'S going to make.  He can shove his ring up his ass if he can't at
least take me away to a motel for a weekend and make it all special.  I've
had it with his crude act.  I'm more than a pussy and a mouth."

   Brendan was obviously embarrassed and hung back waiting for Stacey to
come to him.  She turned and shouted.  "Don't follow me!  I'm going home.
Don't call me!  If you love me you'll find a better way to show me.  I've
had it!"

   She began to storm off and Brendan began to chase after her.

   "BRENDAN!" Kettie shouted.  "Let her be, she said not to follow her.  No
is NO.  Go home and think about this.  Don't be an asshole.  From what I
get, she's in the right here.  Go home and don't expect sympathy from us."

   Kettie took my hand and we walked into my place and watched to be sure
he wasn't after Stacey, he wasn't.

   "Would you run over to my place and just be sure they locked up and
everything?" She asked me, and of course I did.

   I was back as my door in less than a 3 or 4 minutes to tell her that her
place was secure.  But they did have a couple of leave behinds for her.

   "They left you a couple presents on the carpet." I said holding up a
condom, still in the package, and Stacey's bra

   "So much for me thinking Brendan was mature." Kettie said.  "We should
get a hold of him in a day or two and have a talk with him about respecting
women".

   "I'm sure he'll come by to apologize, he likes both of us too much to
alienate us, believe me."I said.

   We sat quietly on the sofa cuddling and necking a little, but not to the
point of escalating to more.  I respected the fact she had gotten her
period and she might not feel too sexy.

   "Can we go to bed?" She said in a way that would normally excite me.

   "Sure, let's go." I said as I got up and took her hand and walked her to
my bedroom.

   I showed her the bath, what amenities I had, where she could put her
stuff she brought over.  I brushed my teeth and got in bed while she
changed and when she came back to get in with me, she wore only a t-shirt.

   She spooned me and draped her arms over me.

   "Thank you for a wonderful day and for understanding everything.  Your
body feels so nice next to me, so natural.  If my being so close gets you
excited I can help you out." She whispered.

   "I'm a big boy, I'll get over it." I said with a chuckle, and a hard on.

   Chapter Seven

   December 27, 2013

   When my alarm went off I tried to be as quiet as possible, but when I
came out from my shower she was awake and kneeling up in bed waiting for
me.

   "What's up?  Can't get back to sleep?" I asked.

   "Oh, I'll be able to, I just wanted to see you, hold you, and give you a
kiss.  I already can't wait to see you tonight.  Do you mind if I fix
dinner here for us?  I have sauce in my freezer." She said looking so sexy
I didn't want to leave.

   "That would be good.  I'll leave you a key on the table.  OK?"

   "Do that, or I'll just go out the back door and not lock it."

   "I'll leave the key so the neighbors don't talk." I warned her.

   "Oh, I'm sure if there are any gossips they have the news of us being
together all around.  But actually, there really aren't any busy bodies
around here.  On the back blocks with 2 and 3 bedrooms and kids and home
all day, I hear them at the pool.  I'm a whore because I talk to all the
men, and now I'll be a whore for sleeping overnight with you.  Fuck them."

   I had to leave and I took her in my arms and hugged her.  God, she felt
so good.  I contemplated just quitting my job and staying with her, she was
that warm, soft, and sexy.  But I DID have to get to work.

   I was amazed on how fast work went for the day.  I thought waiting to go
home to Kettie would make it drag, but I was really busy and about 20 after
6 my outside line rang and I saw it was my home number.

   "Hello?"

   "Forget where you live?" She said soft and sexy.

   "Not anymore." I said with a smile I know she read over the phone.  "I
just had a few loose ends to tie up and avoid having to come in, or bring
anyone in tomorrow, and I just finished it.  I'll see you in 15 or so. 
OK?"

   "I can't wait.  I'm hungry for what's simmering, and I made dinner too!"
She said slyly.

   "Do you need anything?" I asked, immediately recognizing she was open to
take that a 100 different ways.

   "Yes, but instead, can you stop at Zeetos Pizza and get a garlic bread?
I'll call as soon as I hang up with you.  It's awesome, better than sex."

   "We'll see about that.  I'll be home with a hot loaf.  Kiss kiss." I
said hanging up with a smirk on my face.

   Even with her period she managed to be playful and sexy.  That made me
happy because I had put up with PMS chicks in the past, with little luck. I
would hear "Don't come NEAR me" followed by "You didn't call and you know I
needed you." I never had a problem being compassionate about their feeling
off center, but don't blame me for it, take it out on me.  That might have
been the reason I shied away from having a steady girlfriend in the past.

   When I walked into my home the smell of sauce in the air and the house
warm and lit reminded me of the security of being home with my parents. 
Kettie came around the corner in pajama bottoms and one of my old sports
t-shirts.  It was a San Diego Padres shirt with a big ink stain that never
came out.  It was one I wore for work around the house now.

   "I saw this in your laundry basket and figured if I got sauce on it
while cooking I would be safe."

   "You figured right, it's on its last legs, close to an oil rag." I said
as I kissed her hello.

   "Speaking of rags, I'm feeling pretty good already.  The worst has
passed.  You won't have to hide the knives any more.  You're safe." She
said with a smile.

   "My doctor says I can get the shot as soon as it's done, he gave me a
slip, and I should be OK.  So for 3 or 4 days after I finish I'm safe and
then I'd like to be a little careful for another week and then after that I
should have no worries.  Can you live with that?" She said as if my
approval was all she needed.

   "Kettie, whatever makes YOU happy.  If you want ME to deal with
contraception it's going to be condoms and taking your temperature every
morning." I volunteered.

   "Sounds like you've been through that." She said.

   "As close as I ever came to a real relationship, I did about 5 weeks of
dealing with a whiney woman who didn't want to go on the pill or anything,
but fought with me every morning when we had to take her temperature before
she got up."

   "Well, I'm not having a thermometer up my butt every morning.  I'll deal
with the shot as long as I don't have any side effects.  Now can we change
the subject?"

   I smiled and she nuzzled me again before pulling away to ask, "Do you
want to eat now, or wait a bit.  I just have to do the pasta.  Everything
else can wait.  I can keep the bread warm."

   "Can we relax and have a drink?"

   "That sounds good.  You get settled in the living room and I'll serve
tonight." She said, sure of herself.

   I settled on the sofa and left her to herself, figuring she had looked
around enough to know where everything was and, sure enough, she came
around the corner with "on the rocks" glasses filled with vodka with a
twist in each.  I smiled at her as she sat proud beside me and handed me a
glass.  We toasted and she asked how my day went.

   "It was great knowing you would be here when I got home." I said.

   "That's sweet.  Maybe someday we can make that every day if things work
out.  Would you like that?" She asked.

   "I think I would.  You center me, make me happy, satisfy me." I said
toasting her again.

   "Satisfy you sexually?" She asked.

   "That goes without saying, but you satisfy me spiritually.  I'm content
and not wanting and waiting for the next chapter.  I'm happy.  I just look
at you and I feel warm and . . . . .I can't think of the word.  I love you
and I've never felt this way before."

   "Well I have, and with you it's more intense than I ever remember.  I
love you Mattie."

   "Well!" I said.  "I think we've went and done it haven't we?"

   She nodded with a big smile.  "We just have to nurture this, not jump to
conclusions, and let it lead us where it will.  If we follow the signs, we
can get there."

   "Get where?" I asked.

   "Ahh, that's the fun of following the flow, finding out where.  We just
have to learn to enjoy the ride." She said grinning wider than ever.

   Suddenly I got serious in my thought process and spoke without thinking
and I'm still not sure if I was happy or disappointed with myself for doing
so.

   "Do you envision you and I making this a permanent lifetime commitment?"
I said wishing I had chosen my words better.

   "Well, if that's a marriage proposal, I'll say NO for now, but ask me
again a long ways down the line.  If you want to know if my commitment to
you is one where I could see us living together, even having children
together if they came along, and spending all of our days together, . . . .
YES!  I could see that as a possibility.  In this short time I can tell you
that even when I lived with the same man for over 8 years I never
CONSIDERED that possibility.  But, remember Mattie, we have so much more to
learn about each other, about US together.  I certainly hope you aren't
getting ahead of yourself."

   "No, I'm really not.  My mind let that question out before common sense
reviewed it.  All the right words and thoughts were there, just not in the
right order or context." I said trying to propose a mea culpa to a
"marriage proposal".

   "Alright, I didn't think you were that spontaneous or irresponsible. 
Yes, we are on the same page." She said relieved.

   Then she looked off beyond me into the basis of thought and idea and
said, "But doesn't it show that we both have similar ideas and hopes for us
together?"

   "I just had the same thought to use as a defense if you thought I was
overboard." I admitted.

   "Mattie, you excite me so, it's obvious we're falling in love with EACH
OTHER.  I know you haven't made love to me yet, but it is going to be so
satisfying when you do.  Even now, when I know the pleasure my mouth and
hands bring to you I fill with joy and my pussy sings and cries for you.  I
get cramps in my fingers while thinking of you.  I know you want to do
those things FOR me but, I really cannot control myself near you and I
would do something I might regret later, but only a few more days, maybe
even hours before you can be inside of me.  I'm so sorry."

   "Quit apologizing.  I understand and if I didn't want to go along with
your plan we wouldn't be together.  You've made me happy and satisfied in
so many ways already, I can wait a bit longer.  No problem." I told her to
comfort her.

   "I need to make you happy NOW.  I would like that.  Let me hold you in
my hands and see what happens.  I'll bet it would be a very happy ending
for both of us."

   "I thought we were going to have dinner." I said in almost mock protest.

   "This will be my appetizer." She said as she reached to rub her hand
over the bulge that began to grow in my pants.

   I sighed in resignation and she looked into my eyes.  "I know you feel
guilty that I perform on you and I can't and won't allow you to perform on
me, but believe me.  You're still making me happy and it's very satisfying.
You'll have your way with me soon enough.  If it wasn't mutual pleasure I
wouldn't instigate it."

   She slid her hand over me again slipping her finger under the zipper
fold and found the tab and pulled it down.  She slid her hand in and found
me and began squeezing the head.

   "Undo your pants and let him out to play." She whined.  I did as she
asked and after that she opened my pants and grabbed hands full of material
at either of my hips and coaxed me to rise up a bit just to get them
started down.  Once she had access she was happy and wrapped her hand
around my dick and began to stroke me.

   "Your penis feels so good in my hand.  You're so fat and beautiful." She
said as she began to stroke me.

   Her soft, warm, little hand felt so good on me.  I smiled at her and she
gave me that sexy look back, I know my cock jumped in her hand as our eyes
met.  She smiled broadly and watched her hand intently as it moved up and
down my shaft.  Soon, as I watched her face, I could see she was transfixed
on my cock, watching her hand go up and down.  Then she looked at me and
smiled, and back to her hand stroking before she bent and put me in her
mouth as she swooned with me in her mouth.

   Whether she knew how close she had me or not, the addition of her mouth
just pushed me over.  She couldn't have went up and down over it more than
5 times when I just blew with little more warning than the catch of my
breath as my sex muscles flexed and spewed my cum into her mouth.  She
hummed loudly in approval as she continued to work her lips over and over
me until I stopped pushing out little discharges.  It wasn't until then
that I saw her other hand had slipped into her sweatpants and was digging
at her clit..  She stiffened a bit with the head still in her mouth as I
felt a hard pull of her mouth at me and her head came up and her other hand
joined the first outside of her pants as she came, shaking her hands
vigorously between her legs, one hand in, one out.  Then she sat back and
sighed loudly, catching her breath and reaching for her drink.  She took a
long swig of vodka and then moved to my mouth and we kissed deeply, with me
still tasting some of my spunk, but her mouth was sooooo sexy it made no
difference.  When she came off my mouth she looked down to my cock and saw
the drops of cum that had just gathered and she swooped down to flourish
her tongue over me again.

   When she popped her head up again she looked at me saying, "THAT was a
great appetizer.  I'm going to put the pasta on.  I'll be right back."

   When she came back she looked at me still in my bliss, but she saw an
underlying look on my face.

   "Mattie, you're doing it again!  You have guilt written all over your
face.  I absolutely LOVE sucking your cock.  It's the next best thing to
fucking there is.  Bringing you pleasure is such a rush for me.  It's not
like you push me to my knees and make me do it.  It's not a subservient
act, or degrading.  It's a great pleasure for me, and it's supposed to be a
great pleasure for you, AND I KNOW THAT IT IS!  But don't let me see that
look any more!  If I didn't WANT to have oral sex with you, I wouldn't.  My
mouth over you, tasting you, feeling you surge in my mouth while I touch my
clit is sexually maddening for me.  Until you can be inside of me and
stroke me, make love to me, it's the next best thing.  Just another day,
maybe two, until I finish my period.  When it's done we're safe for a few
days and then I get my shot.  We stay cool for a couple days after that and
then we are home free.  Mattie I want you so bad, don't make me feel like
I'm doing something bad or dirty.  I love you and tasting you, feeling you
in my mouth and pleasing you is nothing more than you'll do for me.  YOU
are a wonderful man and I think we're well on our way to a strong and
fruitful relationship, but you've got to let your inhibitions go.  Sex
between two people who love and have feelings for each other is beautiful.
I love you and you love me, right?  (I nodded enthusiastically) We are
falling in love and I don't want to do anything to make you doubt or
question that.  When I see that look on your face it makes me wonder, "Does
he think I'm some sort of whore who does this for kicks?"

   "I DON'T HAVE ANY SUCH THOUGHTS!" I immediately protested.

   "Then get that look off your face after I please you.  Why do you want
to eat my pussy, why do you want to get inside me and pump me full of your
cum?"

   "To please you, to bring you and me to sexual climax as expression of
how I feel about you.  I want to devour you, taste your core, bring you
pleasure that only I can do." I said calmly now that she asked me such a
sweet question.

   "Why do you think I want to take you in my mouth?  Why do you think I
want to taste you, feel you surge in my mouth?  The same reasons, Matt or
Mattie, not Matthew." She said as a smile curled over her lips.

   "OK," I said as I exhaled and fell back into the sofa after being so
tensed a few seconds ago.

   She handed my drink to me and picked up hers.  She reached and clinked
my glass and we both downed the rest of each.

   "Now, put your dick back in your pants unless you want to skip dinner
altogether and feed me again." She said with a sexy smile as she got up to
go back in the kitchen.

   A timer went off and she looked back to me.

   "The pasta is ready.  Come and eat while it's hot." She said with that
sexy smile, once again.

   I got my pants and underwear situated, fastened my belt and went to wash
my hands.  When I came back out she had two plates of pasta with her
homemade sauce on it and she was spooning Parmesan cheese over it.

   "If you like this sauce, I have other sauce you're going to flip over!"
She said with a knowing leer to me.  "Mattie, we're going to having a lot
of fun."

   As sexy as she had been all before dinner and while she served, once we
sat to eat we just talked about our lives and life in general from likes
and dislikes to views on the world.  We were learning more and more about
each other and each of us was soaking it up like a hungry sponge.

   I didn't think I could love her more right then, but 5 minutes later, I
thought the same thing all over again.  We were falling more and more in
love as the minutes clicked by.

   "Do you want me to stay here Saturday and Sunday nights, or do you want
to stay at my place?  Next week I have jobs Monday and Thursday.  I have 2
conference calls Monday night with the chance to close a great deal if my
bid stands."

   "As long as I'm with you, I makes no difference where.  Next week is
going to be crazy for me at work anyway.  I'll be down one and I've got
quota marks to meet by Thursday.  I don't think I'll be able to do much New
Years Eve.  I'm going to work on New Years, not all day though." I said,
letting my work-a-holic syndrome kick in.

   She looked up from her spaghetti.  "At the stroke of midnight you're
going to be as deep in me as you can get that fat cock with your lips
attached to mine, Happy New Year Thank You."

   "That sounds like a quota I can meet." I joked.

   My next bite of pasta left a strand hanging from my mouth that I
slip-sucked in causing her to laugh.

   "I hope you eat pussy with such zest and fervor.  You DO like to spend
some time there, don't you?" She asked raising her eyebrows.

   "I certainly do.  I would love to taste you and your juices.  I can make
love to your pussy with my mouth alone." I assured her.

   "Do you mean like I do with my mouth on you?" She asked, knowing she had
made her point solidly.

   "Touché." I said finally getting the point she had been trying to make
for the past couple days.

   It wasn't that I didn't like her sucking me so freely and so often, she
was incredibly skilled at it and loved it so.  But a guy judges differently
than a woman in some areas.  A man who loves to eat pussy is a player, a
sexual Casanova.  A woman who is good at giving head is thought of as
loose, cheap.  I kept forgetting the "behind closed doors" aspect of
lovemaking.  She had made her point and I would feel no more reservation
about how free she wanted to be with me sexually, even though I hadn't
freely expressed my feelings, she knew they were there.

   We continued to finish our meals and when we were done she leaned back
in her chair and looked at me like she was taking inventory of something
before saying;

   "We have a very strange and special connection, Mattie Cymbol.  We seem
to have tuned in to each other well.  Let me tell you something that might
make you uncomfortable, but stay with me until I make my point, OK?"

   I nodded and was wary of what she might offer.

   "Although my pool of lovers is small, only 4, I've given those 4 a lot
of blowjobs and I think you know I really enjoy making my man happy.  The
number of times I finished my lover to the end, all by myself with no help
from his hand, is three.  Those 3 are very distinctive and easy to remember
since they all occurred with you.  Why do you think that is?"

   I was a little taken aback, but knew of what she spoke.  I had brought
myself close with my hand and had my partner take over many times, and many
times my partner got me close, but I had to stroke it to get it off, but I
don't think I had ever experienced a total "no help touching" before
either. She did it quite easily, so far.

   I smiled widely and said, "I put it up to you being a great cocksucker."

   "Smart ASS, you'll pay for that one." She said as she blushed, "But, you
know, I am!  Just don't forget that the only cock I suck until I tell you
otherwise is yours, and if I have my way, it will be forever."

   She had picked the most roundabout way of saying she wanted to spend the
rest of her life with me and, although at that moment I felt the same way,
someone who was careful about commitment had said something very committal.


   "Do you feel you know enough about me to make that sort of promise to
your heart?" I asked.

   "With all of the data I have so far, yes.  However I'm still not through
collecting data." She said very cryptically.

   "I thought so.  It's why I was surprised that you made such a statement
wishing "it would be forever" like that." I wondered aloud.

   "Matt, I've never felt this good, this close, and this comfortable with
any man, especially one I've only known a few months, and intimately for
just a month or so.  I got to check you out from afar when we were just
flirty friends and the more I saw, the more I liked.  Not many guys give me
wet panties.  I almost didn't ask you to help me out with the web cam show
because I thought I might lose you forever, but something told me you
weren't that shallow or petty; you had a good heart."

   "Come on Kettie, you say you lived with a man for 8 or 9 years.  You
must have felt like his wife and much more connected than we have ever
been." I said, discounting her words.

   "Matt, I never, ever thought I would marry him.  I might have stayed
with him forever, but I never would have married him, taken his name or
intentionally had his children.  I, at this juncture, would consider both
with you.  If that makes you uncomfortable, I'm just being honest, and
please don't think I'm hearing my biological clock ticking.  I know I look,
act, and feel 10 years younger than I am.  Let me just say, for the first
time, I feel I have found my soul mate.  Now let's change the subject, we
don't need to get all serious.  Falling in love is supposed to be the most
excitement you can have in your life and I'm beginning to really enjoy it."

   "Wow, you've been reading my mail." I admitted.  "I was afraid in a lot
of ways, but now not so much.  You've expressed a lot of what I feared
about thinking.  As long as we're together on this, we should just let it
ride, huh?" We cleaned up after ourselves and went to the living room and
cuddled together watching TV, exchanging glances and smiles, making a
little kissy face here and there until I realized she was asleep.  I got up
to go get the bed ready so I could slip her in, but when I came back I saw
she was in deep, perhaps emotionally exhaustive sleep.  I found a comforter
I keep inside what's supposed to be a hassock that holds magazines and the
like.  I covered her to be sure she was warm and went off to bed myself.

   December 28, 2013

   I woke about 3:30 to pee and saw the bathroom light on, and heard a
flush.  Kettie came out of the bathroom and saw me and smiled.

   "Thanks, I must have just died out there.  Meet you in bed." She said
quietly, holding her arms to her chest, as if she was chilly.

   I went and came back to bed and she snuggled up next to me.  She hung on
like I was her source of life for a moment and then whispered in my ear.

   "I took out my tampon and it was all but clean.  I used a syringe and it
all came out clear, so I showered quick.  Make love to me.  We can shower
and go crazy tomorrow, but I want you inside of me right now." She said,
her voice quivering.

   "Are you sure?  You've been so adamant to wait until Sunday night." I
asked.

   "Please!  I woke up out there and I thought I was home when I fell
asleep on the couch just before Thanksgiving.  I was convinced my whole
thought of being in love with you was a dream.  I began to cry like a baby
until I heard you snore and I finally realized where I was and why I was
there.  I was so scared, so afraid this had all been a dream.  I want you
so bad, and I want you now."

   Just seeing her so vulnerable, so scared, and so horny had me hard in an
instant.  I put my lips to hers and rolled to her, shuffling my legs to be
between hers.  I pulled aside my shorts and the head of my cock felt her
wetness and I sunk into her.  Her whole body quivered and shook and what I
thought was crying was actually laughter with tears of joy in my ear.

   "You're loving me, you're inside me and loving me!  I can act like I'm
being fucked, but I can't act out this part.  The man I love more than
anything ever is inside me.  I thank God we found each other." She
shiver-whispered in my ear.

   I could hold her no tighter than I was right now.  Her arms came around
me tightly and I almost thought I had pushed the breath out of her and I
rolled us to my back, but her demeanor and voice didn't change.  She was
totally attached and stuck to me.  I rolled her back and hunched up my
knees a bit to start thrusting into her.  Her hands reached to my hips and
seemed to pull me into her as my strokes got longer and faster.  She began
to cum, shudder and spasm under me as she began to swoon and squeal under
me.  I knew I wouldn't last long and went to move to pause and change
positions.

   "NO, NO!  Fill me with your cum just like this.  I don't want you to get
out of me until I feel your orgasm inside me.  I want to feel it!" She
moaned into my ear.

   Her words and her tight pussy were the perfect igniter for my whole
sequence to start.  The tingle in my balls began and I lost all control
over trying to delay it.  She had me almost under her control, it seemed.

   "I can feel your hot cum in me!  Don't ever take your cock out of me!"
She said burying her face into my shoulder and nipping me with her mouth,
but it felt good.

   "Roll." She whispered as I felt her trying to move me what I thought was
off her, but she stayed fast to me as suddenly I was on the bottom and she
was on top of me, still pressed tight to my groin.

   "That was the most incredible fuck I've ever had.  I've never felt that
kind of electricity." She breathlessly whispered just before she seemed to
go limp over me, the grip her pussy had on me loosened and I felt a flood
of my cum wash over my balls.  She sat back and went to her knees as we
disengaged.

   Let me go get a towel, your cum is a slightly pink." She said springing
up to her feet, but she quickly went to her knees.

   "Oooooff.  GOD, I can't even stand up!" She said alarmed as I started to
move to help her before I realized she was OK, just sapped.

   She struggled to her feet and carefully walked to the bathroom and came
back with her shower towel from earlier.  She wiped my cock and balls and
dabbed the bed sheet before wiping her pussy and held the towel as she
tried to squeeze out any more of me.

   "There's no frank blood, just a little pink.  It doesn't freak you out
does it?" She asked with great concern.

   "No, it happens sometimes but I have to tell you, you are just
incredible, or should I say we.  I felt like we had a connection to each
other's electrics.  We were charged." I said still catching my breath.

   "Did you mean what you said?" She asked.

   "Mean what?"

   "What you said as you were pumping me full of cum.  You growled in my
ear."

   "What did I growl?  I must have been in another world." I asked, not
remembering the moment except for the intense pleasure it brought.

   She blushed and turned a bit sullen, almost, saying, "You said, "This is
my love, forever" as your groaned and growled with your mouth right next to
my ear.  It was so sexy and now you don't even remember saying it."

   "I've never cum like that before!  It's like your pussy sucked it out of
me." I said.  "I may not remember saying it, but my heart said it and meant
it, for sure."

   She smiled a wide grin and said `We have to work so hard on this, this
"US".  There's so much we have to nurture.  I can't imagine not being with
you.  I can't believe how scared and frightened I was when I woke up and
thought I was home waking up from the best dream of all time.  I resolved
myself that the last 4 weeks were just a dream.  But when I got to my feet
and saw where I was and it wasn't a dream, I jumped up and down I was so
happy.  I went in and saw you sleeping.  I took a pee and remembered my
tampon and that whole thing.  THAT'S when I knew I had to shower and get in
here and make love to you.  When I opened the bathroom door and you were
there waiting to go in, I couldn't have been any happier.  I love you Matt
and I want to love you more and more."

   "As we've said, we just have to take it slow, a day at a time and not
try to rush things.  Get to know everything about each other that we can so
we can make the right decision when we think it's time for that." I added
as I slipped down into the bed and urged her to join me to try and get back
to sleep.

   "I'd love to say that we try to live together, but we better keep it at
a couple nights a week.  Just be honest with me like I will be with you."

   "Don't worry, I know how important honesty is." I said as I pulled up
the covers and moved to nuzzle.

   She exhaled deeply like a weight had been lifted from her and we both
lay in thought, but fell asleep quickly.

   My next waking thought was the feeling someone was watching me as I woke
and looked over the end of the bed and just saw the red numerals on the LED
clock reading 8-something.  I startled quickly to turn and found her
kneeling on one knee on the bed, her chin on her clasped hands on her other
knee.

   "Calm down sweetie.  I'm here and it all really happened.  I took a
shower and made coffee.  Why don't you shower and come have coffee in bed
with me?" She said quietly in a voice and tone that already had me hard.

   "That's your plan for us in bed?" I said through my cobwebbed throat.

   "Oh, there will be a LOT more happening here besides coffee." She
smiled.

   "Go pour, I don't like mine too hot." I said as I pulled myself out of
bed and she joined me halfway to the bath for a morning kiss.  "Anything to
eat this morning?" She purred.

   "Oh, I'm SURE there will be plenty for both of us." I said as I squeezed
her butt through the long tail of my tee she had found to wear.

   She poured coffee while I showered and I met her in bed a few minutes
later.

   She was sitting up naked in bed sipping her coffee and she held the
covers open for me.  She turned back and got my cup of coffee and handed it
to me.  Before I could take my first sip, as I thought she was bending to
reach and pull up my covers, she went all the way down on me, her mouth
extra warm from her just drinking coffee.

   "Whoa, don't get me too fast!" I warned her as I got over the cock
shock.

   She quickly came up and looked me square in the eye.  "DO NOT cum yet. I
hope to put a few miles on this fat dick before you spout."

   She went right back as I tried to sip my coffee, but getting your dick
sucked works even better as a wake up than caffeine, for sure.  After
drinking about a third of my cup I reached over to the bed stand and set my
cup down.  This caused her to come up and look as I took the opportunity to
push her back and lay onto her.  After kissing her coffee-cock mouth I went
to bathe her tits with my tongue and mouth and that really got her going
before I began working my way south.

   "Remember, I just finished my period."

   "Shhhh, even that won't stop me from eating your sweet pussy, and it
does smell sweet." I told her as I went to town eating and licking her.

   We went to town all Saturday morning making up for the times when I was
not allowed to please her my way.  I was able to finish 2 more times that
morning, once in her pussy and once in her mouth at her insistence,
although for the third time in 5 or 6 hours, I don't think I conjured up
too much.  We both agreed that we were spent and after a short power nap we
got up to fix each other a nice brunch.

   We spent the day walking, talking, shopping, and just solidifying our
relationship.  It was and will remain one of the best days of my life as I
could feel myself actually falling deeper in love with her.  She is one of
the smartest, brightest, sexiest, most inquisitive people I've ever known.
We truly completed each other in so many ways.  I thought of myself as a
flawed person and I learned she shared the same self-doubts.  But when we
put ourselves together we became very special individuals and well as a
real power couple.

   Before going to dinner on Saturday night we spent the late afternoon
making love with and to each other.  We had an intimate dinner in a local
French restaurant and went home to make love once again.  We both went to
sleep excited to see what Sunday might bring.

   December 29, 2013 My body clock must have thought it was Monday because
Sunday Morning I woke at 6:00 a.m.  and as much as I tried to get back to
sleep; all my rolling over and over was going to do was wake Kettie.  I got
up put on some coffee and closed the bedroom door and watched a couple
shows I had DVR'ed.  At 8:00 I thought I might shower but as the thought
crossed my mind Kettie came out of the bedroom with her robe on.  She said
nothing, she wordlessly just curled up next to me on the sofa.  She was
warm and cuddly and hugged up to me tightly.

   After a few moments I said "Good morning?"

   "Uh-uh, you weren't beside me."

   "I couldn't sleep."

   "You should have got me up.  I don't like waking up alone." She whined
in her morning voice.

   "How about next week, and most other days?  You'll have to wake up alone
then." I asked

   "But not if you're HERE.  I love you Mattie. . . .  Ooo, you smell good,
you already showered."

   "I did.  I was all sex juice, my face, my hands and other good places."
I said with a little laugh.

   She clenched up tightly to me.  "I know, the bed smells like sex.  After
you go to work tomorrow I'll wash everything before I lock up and go home.

   She closed her eyes in thought and then said, "I have a conference call
with a shipping and distressed storage broker for Monday night.

   I stood up and tried to change the subject.  "Can I make you breakfast?"

   "How about I shower and you have it on the table when I get out?"

   "What do you want?" I asked as she raised an eyebrow and said "What do
YOU think?"

   "Really?  Seriously, let me fix you breakfast."

   "Mattie, as long as you're here, I don't care what you make me.  I just
want to have as much fun as yesterday.  Can we do something?  Then we can
come home and make love.  You know there's an Art Exhibit at the State
Museum, we could do that."

   "That sounds great.  I've wanted to get to Boston and New York to see
Fine Arts museums, MOMA and all that, just haven't had the time.  This will
do, and if I'm with you, it will be great." I told her as I kissed her and
sent her off to the shower.

   We managed to avoid our urges afterwards and had breakfast and then we
dressed and headed to the museum.  Besides looking to the exhibits and
paintings we took plenty of time to giggle and laugh together, as well as
talk about the works we saw, explaining each other's likes and dislikes.

   At the end of the first part of the exhibit, before we changed floors,
there was a snack bar and Kettie smelled Popcorn.  While we were in line
she saw Hot Dogs and we ended up sitting and snacking while she showed me
erotic ways to eat a hot dog, which drove me crazy.

   After wards we did a slow arm in arm stroll to the escalator and while
she stood facing me, looking down from her one step up perch she said,
"Since we're going to spend New Year's Eve together, you should just stay
with me Monday night too."

   I counted off 1-2-3-4-5 and held up a hand, "That will be 5 nights in a
row.  You're definitely a girlfriend."

   "There's used Tampax in your waste can, and fresh ones under your sink,
as well as a bottle douche.  We're damn near married." She said raising her
eyebrows to make her point.

   I laughed and fell forward and she hugged my head to her breasts.  "I'm
beginning to think that wouldn't be so bad.  Why are you making me think
all these things I've never seriously contemplated?" She asked.

   "If you knew how dead set I was against marriage before, and what I
think as possible now, you don't think I have questions?"

   The escalator neared the top and she turned to get off and moved to the
wall right there holding her arms out for me to pull in and hug her.

   "Do we know what we're doing?  It's been so fast, but I feel I've known
you for a 100 years." She whispered in my ear as we hugged.

   "As long as we both remain afraid and keep our eyes open, we should be
OK." I whispered back.

   "That's such a great line; we should have it tattooed on ourselves." She
said pulling me tight once again.

   "I don't like being afraid.  This feels so good, I keep thinking it will
blow up in my face, but I want to make such commitments to the heart." I
said, my voice wavering in actual fear that I know she detected.

   "Don't you think I feel that too?  My mind says "slow down" and it's
like my heart is asking, "can't we go any faster?" Mattie, if we don't want
to fall in love one of us will have to move a long ways away, and I don't
want to lose you!" She said her own voice faltering in my ear, and I could
tell she was crying.

   "I'm not going anywhere, this feels to good Kettie.  Let's just let it
run its course and see where we end up.  Once we get in normal weeks and we
sleep the weekends together we'll have a good taste of being together and
apart.  That will be a good test, huh?" I asked.

   "I've just been afraid that you might get spooked and run away, I've
told you that.  I think we have something here as long as we're honest. 
Now there's one more thing."

   "And what's that?" I asked.

   "Take me home and fuck me like an animal.  Make me scream so the
neighbors call the police." She said with as serious a look as I've ever
seen on her face.

   There was no smile, no little smirk, no wink in her eye.  She wasn't
going to get a hesitation from me.  I took her hand and headed for the
escalator down.  From the time we were in parking garage until we got home
she was leaned over in her seat with her hand tracing the form of my dick.
She only smiled at me and cooed and purred.  The only thing she said was
"If we weren't in the city, there would be road head right now."

   I don't know how or why I didn't cum right in my pants on the way.

   As we pulled into McCrea Gates she sat back in her seat and simply said,
"My place."

   When I pulled into her guest parking slot she jumped out of the car and
almost ran to the door.  I was close behind and inside she disappeared into
her bedroom.  When I got there she was already half stripped and before I
could get my coat and shirt off she was naked and kneeling on the bed
facing me.  I got my pants off and she turned around and bent, scooting her
lower torso to the edge.

   "Get in me Mattie, my pussy is dripping wet and my clit is quivering. 
WHAT DO YOU DO TO ME?"

   Needless to say I was hard enough to poke through a wall at that point
and I walked to her and found her wet spot and sunk in as her head and
shoulders went down to the bed and she slammed herself back on me.  I took
her cue and began to rail her hard.  I could instantly see chicken skin
raise up all over her ass and lower back as she groaned and mewled like a
wounded dog.  I heard and felt her cum twice in just a couple minutes and I
knew I had to stop or I would blow off way before I wanted.

   I stepped from her and she flipped over and rolled up hooking her arms
under her knees opening her pussy and ass up to me.  I fell to my knees and
buried my face in her sopping vagina.  I knew her clit was prominent, but
it was like an appendage at this point, like a large hard pearl under her
skin.  When I sucked at it running my tongue on it I thought she might
throw me off the bed she shook so hard.  She tried to back away but I
climbed on the bed and turned so my junk was over her face.  She found my
cock and filled her mouth and throat with it, giving me all the more reason
to attack her clit again.  To hear her scream around a mouthful of my penis
made me crazy, knowing I had her walking that edge of pleasure, ecstasy,
and the best kind of pain where something feels so good you literally can't
bear it any longer.  I finally gave up her clit and hunched forward rolling
her back enough to get my mouth on her cute little asshole.  It was already
gaping and I hadn't touched it yet, being just so open and relaxed from her
pleasures.

   I ate and tongued her little hiney hole while she let my cock free of
her mouth and filled it instead with my ball sack.  They had become so
tight from my fucking she actually fit it all in her mouth, nothing I had
experienced before.  She twisted her mouth over the sack until I added a
finger to asshole and she stiffened.

   "Yes, fuck my ass, take my ass!!" She yelped.

   I pulled my finger from her little chute and kissed either side of her
cheeks and let her up.

   I moved to paste my mouth her hers and we shoved our tongues down each
others throats it seemed before she came up for a breath.

   "Do it!  Tear your lover apart.  Fuck me in my ass!" She said with a
breathless fear.

   I rolled onto her, my cock finding her wet hole and sinking into her.

   "No, you'll be sorry afterward.  You wanted to save that for your
husband.  Let's not give into it.  It's for your husband."

   "You'll be by husband won't you?"

   "We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?  If all my prayers are
answered, I will be.  I just want that to be special and at a moment of
passionate lust it wouldn't be.  Don't be mad." I said calmly.

   "No more animal for now, just lovers, OK?" I added as I started to
slowly stroke her.

   "You are so special, just do one thing for me?  Let me taste you when
you cum.  I know it will be soon.  Your balls are so tight, I know your
load is somewhere in between waiting for it all to happen."

   "You ARE something, my little lover.  How could anyone be more loving
than you?  You truly make every inch of either of us about sex." I
whispered.

   "Believe me, you help.  You drive me crazy sometimes, even if I just
look at you.  You make my faucets run.  I really do love you Mattie."

   "Jeepers Ket, I never thought I could truly say this and mean it in
every sense, but, I truly love you.  You have me turned inside out and make
me so happy, and not just the sex, you make everything seem so special." I
admitted.

   "You're just kissing my butt now!" She said kidding me.

   "Oh, you KNOW when I'm kissing your butt, and I seem to recall you liked
it an awful lot."

   "I did.  Now I know why that place is so special, and thanks for saving
that for our special time, . . . . .  and it WILL be OUR special time.  I
never want any other man."

   "Never want another man?  You're sure?" I asked with a smile as I looked
down at her sweet angelic face that would soon be in my junk sucking me.

   "You start pushing that dick in and out of me and when it's ready to
blow, I'll show you how you fulfill me." She growled as I began to move
with more purpose within her.

   She began to puff a little and I knew I was going to explode before her
and there was no way for me to avoid that.  I began to get more staccato in
my thrusts and she knew I was ready and she slid down a bit to dislodge me
and I turned a little and fell to my back.

   With just her mouth moving over me I didn't have to wait another second
to blow off.

   I groaned loudly and she went all the way down on me just getting the
head in and out of her throat as I shot hard, throwing my head back into
the bed but suddenly I heard a commotion below and I looked up.  Her mouth
was still coaxing more from me, but her hand was a blur in her pussy and
suddenly she came off me and she whooped so loudly it echoed into the other
room and then I saw a long streaming splash come from her pussy as she
turned red and seemed to hold that position and stayed beet red as one more
long splash came out before she gasped for breath and put my dick back in
her mouth.  I had seen a woman squirt before, but she could have drown
someone unsuspecting.  Her body seemed to flash white afterwards and then
her breathing began to return to normal and she gave up my penis and rolled
all the way over once until she was on her stomach peeking at me from
behind a wrinkle in the puddle of sheet we had whipped up.

   "See what you do to me, what you make me do.  I knew my g-spot sponge
was full from just wanting you all afternoon.  I don't do that a lot, but I
KNEW it was going to be awesome.  With my mouth around you and my fingers
teasing my clit, I just went crazy."

   "How do you know so much about sex, YOUR sex?  How do you know your
g-spot sponge is full and what is a g-spot sponge."

   Kettie smiled and looked curiously at me.  "You've seen a woman squirt
before?  (I nodded) The urethral sponge swells when a woman is stimulated,
it's what keeps them from peeing during arousal.  But the Skene's gland is
also located in the same general area.  When the sponge swells that gland
is stimulated, when it's stimulated from inside the vagina, it expels
fluid, and sometimes, like today, there's a lot!  Now, how did I come upon
this information?  I went to a women's sexual seminar hosted by a gal I
went to school with.  She was studying to be a gyno and became fascinated
by the number of women who would ask her as she interned about peeing
during sex, being skittish about asking their actual doctor.  Because of
the swelling of this sponge, much like the male prostate, you really can't
pee during sex, but this Skene's gland can be expressed by stimulation.  It
was fascinating to hear about.  But we shouldn't be talking biology, let's
talk pleasured happiness, and you bring me so much happiness and pleasure.
I had thought I enjoyed a complete sexual life in the past, but you add
explosions and sparkles I've never known. . . . .  and an easiness I've
never felt.  Do you know what I mean?"

   "Does that feeling have anything to do with not wanting to ever be apart
from you?  Just knowing I can see and talk to you at the end of any day
will be fabulous, but making love, be it gentle or animal and lust-filled,
is beyond the imagination.  I could be no happier than I am right now.  You
make me whole, and more than anything, I trust you with my heart and my
feelings." I told her, spilling my soul for the first time to anyone.

   "Best of all, we aren't just sex.  I love so much about all of the time
we spend together and now after so many days in a row.  But," She said
putting a big pouty frown on her face, "You have to go home and sleep in
your own bed on New Years night.  Who works on New Years?  But we're
sleeping together Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights, right?"

   "ChipTech does.  But we still have tomorrow night even though I work and
I'll be home early New Years Eve, and I don't have to be into work until 10
on New Years Day, but I'll probably put in 8 or 9 hours.  This is all
paying for the shortened hours in December.  I didn't know I would be
mad-ass in love by this time." I said sighing.

   "I'll hold New Years dinner for you anyway, and we'll have a nice night,
but after those couple nights you're with me for the weekend.  That'll be
fun."

   "You don't have to wait for me."

   "You're the only guest, I have to wait for you.  I'll have a ham and
sweet potatoes, green beans almondine, and a big peach pie.  Then we can
have ham and eggs all weekend for breakfast."

   "You'll make all that for me?"

   "You give me all of your love, I give you all of my love.  I'll do
whatever I need to do to make you happy because I know you'll do whatever
you have to do to make me happy.  Not just with sex.  That's the best ever
with you, but with everything.  It's getting better and better." She said
so sweetly and sincerely it almost scared me, because I was feeling the
same way too.

   "It's not just the sex, is it?  I keep asking myself that but you keep
proving to me that it isn't, even though the sex keeps getting better and
better." I said as I melted before her.

   "Wait till I show you some yoga sex.  It's awesome."

   "What's yoga sex?" I wondered to her sexy comment.

   "You'll see.  I'll tell you one move, and it's perfect since we're about
the same height.  We make love facing each other, standing up, my one foot
on the floor, my other leg straight up leaning on your shoulder, toes
pointing to the ceiling.  It's so deep and tight, going places you haven't
been, believe me." She said blushing deeply.

   "I can see we have a lot to explore and know about each other, but one
thing I DO know, we are compatible in many important ways, and one is that
we make each other very happy, and work at it as hard as we have to." I
assured her.

   "Mattie, be sure, if there were no sex between us, I would still love
you, maybe not as passionately and deeply.  But I do love you in a way I've
loved no other.  When you add the sex and the pleasures we bring to each
other . . .  Oh My God!"

   We laid in bed, rolled around a bit, laughing and playing like children.
I held an imaginary camera in my hand, framing shots while she mugged and
displayed dirty poses and she suddenly jumped on me and tackled me
backwards.

   "OK, Mr.  Paparazzi give ME the camera so I can show everyone how silly
and dirty YOU can be!" She said as she peeled herself off me and used her
thumbs and forefingers to make a frame, squinting as if through a lens and
making loud kisses as the shutter sound.  I got right into it being as
silly as she, getting more risqué as we moved along.  Finally I said I
wanted a close-up of my dick, putting right through her lens and to her
mouth for her kiss of the shutter.

   We both laughed as if it were the most hilarious thing ever, even though
we knew it was just funny to us in our silly state and being crazy in love.
She stood on the bed with me and we necked for a few minutes before going
into the shower together, washing each other, along with some kissing and
mouth teasing as we played.

   After we had dried she went to the kitchen and asked what fancy dinner I
might want.  After she rejected my odd requests for Pussy Ala Mode, and
Chocolate Boobies I saw she was really hungry and I thought to take her
out, but she insisted on cooking for me.

   "How about comfort foods?" I suggested.

   "Anything you want, and don't make it sex, because I AM really hungry.
Sex is later."

   I saw a post-it pad and peeled off a page and said, "You write down your
favorite comfort food dinner, and I'll write down mine.  If we both agree,
we'll do it.  If not we'll improvise."

   She scribbled down something quickly, as did I, then we swapped.

   Hers read, "Tomato soup and grilled cheese."

   Mine read, "Tomato soup and Mac and cheese."

   We both chuckled at how similar we were and she opened the fridge and
took out a half eaten Mac and Cheese casserole.

   She smiled and said, "Have you ever had toasted Mac and Cheese
sandwiches."

   "You just made that up." I accused.  "No, no!  My other big sister,
Shavone, who I haven't seen now in 4 or 5 years, she's a missionary
somewhere, used to make them when she came home for visits.  Something she
got from another homesick American when she was in some God forsaken
country.  You slice the cold mac and cheese from the casserole put it
between buttered bread with a slice of Velveeta, that's the only cheese
they get sometimes, it keeps, and you toast it.  I'll use sharp cheddar and
you'll be amazed.  I'll do the sandwiches, you get 2 couple cans of
Campbells Tomato from my cupboard and make that.  Ummm, . . .  you DO make
it with milk, right?"

   "Of course, with water, it's kind of disgusting."

   We both got to work, and it must have looked funny, she in one of my
t-shirts I left behind and she washed, me in just a towel.  Each time we
passed each other in her galley kitchen we groped each other and giggled.

   When we finally sat down to eat little was said we were both so hungry,
and I had to admit, the sandwiches were delicious comfort food, and real
Americana.

   "So, your sister Shavone, you haven't seen her in 4 or 5 years?" I
asked.

   Kettie welled up and swallowed hard and looked to me.  "After she went
through cancer treatments she was declared cancer free and we had hoped she
would settle back down here in the States, but she didn't.  She took off
for South America and wanted to work with missionaries.  When my Mom passed
she only called a bunch of times, she couldn't get home, and promised to be
home at the end of the year for Christmas.  That was 2010.  Marcy and I
haven't heard from her since.  Marcy thinks she's dead.  She's tried to
track her down through the religious order she went with, but they offer
little help citing security reasons, but they have tried to reach her with
a message to call one of us, but . . . . ."

   I got up to hug her and she turned away.  "NO, if I mourn her, it means
I've given in to the thought she's gone.  I'll hold out hope she comes home
again.  OK?  Let's get back to us."

   As much as we tried, the mood stayed pretty somber the rest of the
night, but when we went to bed she got pretty clingy and passionate and we
made long, slow, love.  I came inside her and we spooned and fell asleep.

   Chapter Eight

   December 30, 2013

   I had forgotten to bring over a change of clothes so when her alarm went
off I quickly turned it off and quietly got dressed and only shook her
awake to kiss her goodbye so I could go home and shower and change.  I
promised to call her at lunch.

   At 11:30 my phone rang and the main desk said I had a call being
transferred in.

   I picked up and heard Kettie's voice, making my day.

   "I didn't want you calling my place and not finding me.  I'm in your
house.  I finished my laundry so I'm here doing yours and then I'll make
dinner, OK?"

   "That's fine, but you didn't have to do that."

   "Mattie, get used to hearing this, I love you and will do anything for
you."

   I smiled and said, "Right back at you!"

   "You have someone else in your office right now, don't you?" She asked.

   "Why YES, I do!" I answered as she knew by my not saying I loved her
aloud.

   A Production Quantifier was in downloading from our wheel, as they do
every Monday, to make up reports.  It's all information they actually
already have, it's just a quality control check to be sure there's no funny
business.

   "I brought some boneless chicken from my house and found enough stuff in
your veggie bin to make a nice Chicken Chop salad, sound good?"

   "Sounds perfect.  I'll see you by 6, OK?" I said keeping it short.

   Knowing I was going home to her made the rest of the day go by pretty
fast.  Of course being called "upstairs" and being given a big pat on the
back for my wheels performance in December with little overtime didn't hurt
either.  They commended the team work of all of them and gave each of them
an extra day of paid leave on top of their regular vacation.  This was a
give-in to the union for the curbed breaks and lunches that shop stewards
were against because it "helped" management, but the crew enjoyed the
fruits of their labors as well.  They even noted that our 1st day back
after Christmas (Friday) and Monday were banner production days, more than
15% ahead of the rest of the plant.  I may have given them a new idea for
the month of December for those who want to curb the overtime to spend more
time with family.  It definitely lowered stress in the work place and made
happier employees.

   When I pulled into my parking place at home I looked to see the house
lit up inside and I knew Kettie would be there to greet me.  It was a
wonderful feeling and I could tell she enjoyed it as well.  There are
things in life you want to be sure of, and I never knew the security of
loving someone who loved you right back.  It felt real good.

   After dinner when we laid out on the sofa to watch a little TV Kettie
expounded on the same thing.

   "Knowing you were going to come home and greet me and appreciate the
dinner I made and talk with me, make me laugh, and feel loved, I felt so
complete today.  You know I was more or less married for 9 years, and I
never felt like this, not even for a day or two.  We were always there for
each other, but I know I was never "sure" of him.  When the day came and I
found out he was seeing someone, and I knew nothing had happened between
them, I didn't want to fight for him.  The shadow of a doubt that always
ate at me ended up coming true.  As close and as tight as we were, the
thousands of times we made love where I thought it couldn't get any better,
I guess I always knew there was a missing piece.  Now, I have the piece and
we just have to fit it into our puzzle."

   "Well, I know we aren't through yet.  We can't sit back and watch, but I
know of the piece you talk about.  It's a keystone to us and it has me
wondering just how big our puzzle can get.  When I pulled in the drive and
saw the lights on and knowing you were inside, my heart raced, it felt so
good." I admitted.

   We kissed and necked on the sofa, rolling around a bit until she was on
top of me and we just had our eyes locked on each other.  We stayed that
way for 2 or 3 minutes, not hearing or caring what was on the TV, what was
going on anywhere.  I was just about ready to ask her if she wanted to go
to bed early and she surprised me a little.

   "You have me so excited, I'm so wet.  Would you eat my pussy and make me
crazy with your mouth before you make love to me tonight.  If I could just
lay back and close my eyes and think about you while you lick and taste me,
it would be incredible.  Then I can suck you and eat your cum.  By the time
we go to bed we can have a long slow fuck." She whispered to me.

   "Oooo, you're a good planner!" I whispered back as she slithered off me
and pushed her little Capri pants and panty down her legs before turning on
the sofa waiting for me to assume the position on the carpet.

   To have her legs shot straight up and vibrating while she swooned in
orgasmic pleasure made me proud that I could make her so happy, but I was
busting out of my house pants, her taste and reaction had me so crazy. 
Eventually I turned her so I could flip up onto the sofa into 69.  She
hungrily worked my house pants down enough to get my cock in her mouth. 
The next time she came she, with her hands on either side of my ass, pulled
me down into her throat.  Kettie was made for sex and really quite good at
it.

   After she got my cum and she had calmed down in our sex pile on the sofa
she got to her feet and went to the bath and returned with a warm wet
washcloth and a small basin.  She lovingly washed my face and turned the
cloth over and did hers.  Then she rinsed the cloth and washed my junk, and
then hers.  She sorted out the clothes on the floor and helped me on with
my pants and tee before getting dressed herself.

   She brought the basin and cloth back and returned to plop down beside
me. I couldn't help but kiss her over and over until my ardor was calmed.
My balls still felt inside-out but as we sat watching TV she idly brought
her hand over me and lightly rubbed along the shaft of my cock, down over
my balls and back until the 10 o'clock news came on.

   She got up and extended her hand saying," Come on baby, make love to me
and we'll go to sleep."

   After pre-bed ministrations we snuggled and spooned and eventually I was
engorged and I slipped into her.  As I began to move with more purpose she
slipped away and pulled me on top of her.  With my face in the nape of her
neck and only my hips slowly flexing in and out of her we both came.  There
was no worry of the mess in the bed.  Between her juice and my cum there
was a big wet spot but we didn't seem to care and we sort of fell off each
other and fell asleep.

   December 31, 2013

   When my alarm went off on the last day of the year I was in no mood to
go to work.  I was warm and snuggled in bed with the sexiest woman I have
ever known and she was rolling away from me to go back to sleep after being
jostled by my movement and the alarm.  I wanted, so badly, to slide back in
beside her, but my other passion in life, work, was calling.  I trudged to
the shower after pulling out clothes to wear in to the office that day.

   When I opened the bathroom door I smelled coffee and I hoped it was
Kettie up to see me off, but it was the coffee maker she had programmed and
she was in a dead sleep.  Even with the alarm, my getting out of bed, my
running the shower, and just my general movement around the bed, she hadn't
stirred.  She was truly, all fucked out.

   I closed the bedroom door and left her a note to call me.  I started my
car and sipped coffee until I saw the windshield clear and I went out to
drive in to ChipTech.

   On the way a yearn in my gut said I needed carbs and I did the drive-up
at a coffee and bake shop along the way.  Two sugary glazed doughnuts and a
Bran muffin would satisfy and hold me until break where one of the fellows
was picking up bagels and cream cheese for the Holiday.

   Work was frightfully slow, like rolling an anvil uphill.  My team was
making their numbers, but I was stuck in 1st gear, anxious to get home and
hold the woman I was loving more by the minute.

   Just after 10 my intercom buzzed and reception said I had a call.

   "I'm sorry I never woke up this morning, I don't know why I was so
tired." She said sarcastically lying.

   "If you think I wanted to leave your side, you are so wrong.  My day is
dragging.  Have you had coffee yet?" I asked.

   "It's just brewing now.  After that I'll pick up and go out and get a
few things for a late celebration of the New Year.  We'll have a light
dinner? . . .OK?"

   "Sure, as long as we're together, it doesn't matter."

   "I thought like a ham, pepperoni, and cheese bread, and then later,
towards midnight, shrimp, maybe some oysters." She suggested.

   "Just the two of us, right?" I reaffirmed.  "That'll be fun." "Yes, it
WILL.  We'll go to bed at 11:55 so you can be in me, and we can be one for
the New Year.  Is that silly?"

   "No, not at all.  We end the year and begin the year making love.  Isn't
that the dream?" I answered and asked.

   "I have an idea for the time after dinner until midnight." She
volunteered.

   "Mmmmm, I bet you do!" I said very smart-assed.

   "How about if I man-scape you?"

   "How serious are we talking here?" I wondered, fearing a razor in that
area.

   "Nice and smooth from your bikini line to your penis and then, trimmed
back nice and neat, and shaved a little under your sack.  I like to lick
your ass too, you know." She said in that sexy growl.

   "You know I have to work here!  Walking around with a tent in my pants
might be a bit embarrassing!"

   "Honey, you asked, so I told you!" She giggled.

   "Can I trust you with a razor?"

   "Do you think I would hurt that area at ALL?" She said her voice showing
concern.

   "No, of course not.  Why do you think I'm even considering it?  You've
haven't steered me wrong yet as far as pleasures.  I know you wouldn't hurt
that." I chuckled.

   "OK, I've got to go.  I've got some fresh seafood to buy and hot sauce
to make.  Oh, and some knife sharpening as well." She said with a long
cackle before saying.  "I love you and will see you tonight", before
handing up.

   I really was a little leery of her intentions, but my thought was
serious that she seemed to know best of thoughts sexual and I trusted her.
I had man-scaped a little in the past because my "bush" billowed out of my
swim trunks at one time.  I also had to admit, I liked the way some porno
actors looked all trimmed down.  (Not that I EVER looked at porn, not me!)

   For the rest of the day each time I had to urinate I looked down at my
crop and tried to envision it with a trim.  I knew from hearing a friend at
a bachelor party tell us how it made you more aware of your "junk" all day
long each time you moved, especially for the first few weeks.  I was ready
for a new adventure to go along with my new found love.

   I was pretty randy by the time I got home but the smell of fresh bread
in the oven was incredible, it really did smell like home.  We kissed and
hugged and then she shooed me off so she could finish in the kitchen asking
me to change, but not to shower yet.  Then she looked over her reading
glasses stuck on the end her nose and said, "When I suck your dick for the
first time I want man-taste."

   She cackled again as she sent me away to change, knowing I would be
excited right away.

   When I came back out she motioned me to sit in the kitchen with her, and
she had poured vodka for both of us.

   "Now when I spoke to you before I didn't call this what we call it in
the east so you wouldn't get the wrong idea.  When that comes out of the
oven it will be garbage bread.  They call it that because deli's used to
save their ends of cold cuts and cheeses and would fold them into bread
dough and bake it." She said as she opened the oven.

   "We call that Stromboli." I said as I could not get over how good it
smelled.

   "Well, Stromboli is made with Italian Bread dough and it's more a
turnover, but you'll like it either way, I'm sure.  Now while that cools a
bit I'm putting some of my leftover sauce in the Nuke and we'll be able to
dip it.  Sound good?"

   "There's only ONE thing I'd rather eat right now." I said with a big
smile.

   `Oooo, that's later after we shower, after your trim."

   "So, you're planning on me for dessert, BEFORE the trim?" I wondered
(excitedly).

   "Honey, (first time she called me that) How do I do a trim with that
thing standing up all proud and aching, tempting me to go after it?  I calm
him down and by the time I'm done with the trim he's beginning to feel
frisky and we shower.  You figure out the rest from there.  We just have to
be ready for 11:45.  We get in bed and at midnight you and I are one,
starting the year with a bang." She said, not even looking at me as she
laid a loaf out on the cutting board and grabbed the door on the dinging
microwave.

   By the time we climbed into my bed at just before 12 I had a delicious
dinner of "garbage bread", one of her sexy blowjobs, a semi-frightening
shave of my genitalia, a sexy rub of depilatory cream to prevent infections
and ingrowns, a long hot shower with her where I put Kettie on the counter
in the bath as she dried and gave her pussy a licking she will be telling
folks about for years, then a combination hand, tit, and blowjob before
shrimp and oysters.  We started watching the Ryan Seacrest, Dick Clark New
Years show and before I knew it we were face to face in bed with her wet
tight pussy wrapped around my cock.

   As I slowly stroked in and out of her she proceeded to tell me how much
she loved me, how much she wanted me, and how wonderful making love with me
was.  She did everything except propose and if she had I would have
accepted.  I still knew we had a lot of roads to travel before that might
happen, but I could not imagine falling OUT of love with her.  She is so
complete, gentle, patient, and inventive as a lover I knew I needn't look
any further for MY perfect woman.  Believe me, this is coming from a man
who NEVER intended on falling in love, was never going to get married and
certainly was never going to settle down.

   January 1, 2014

   I didn't have to be into the ChipTech plant until 10 so I was able to
sleep in a little.  We set the alarm for 9:00 a.m., but we were spooning
and screwing at 8:30 after we both did our morning pee's.  Afterward Kettie
sighed.

   "We sleep in our own beds for a couple nights now, huh?  We were spoiled
being together so much.  I suppose we should get back into a routine.  So
we think Friday and Saturday nights staying over?"

   "I thought Sunday too, as long as it's here so I can go to work Monday
morning" I added.

   "Then I can clean up and do our laundry before I go and lock up." She
added.

   "You don't have to be a maid for me."

   "Don't be silly, if I wake up here I'll have some dirty clothes and so
will you from the weekend, plus changing the bed.  I have Mondays to myself
until I start talking to dealers around noon and then do my conference
calls Monday night.  Oh.....  reminds me, . .  I may have a HUGE deal come
down this Monday.  I could make a 150K or more if I can kite a transfer for
12 hours.  I'll need around 60K to pull it off and I've only got about 28
liquid.  I've got to see if this guy will work with me."

   "Isn't kiting illegal?" I wondered.

   "Yes and no, you have to be creative if you're working in two different
economys.  One sale may come through a Japanese company.  Don't worry, I'll
protect myself and if it doesn't work, I'll just have to do it on a smaller
scale and hope they hold the merchandise for me.  Let's not get into it,
this is no time for stress."

   "So, what time is dinner tonight?" I wondered.

   "Let figure for 7 and you come as soon as you can.  You'll probably work
till 6 anyway, huh?"

   "Probably, and I shouldn't stay late, I really need to catch up on
sleep." I complained.

   "Get your rest tonight and tomorrow night and then when you stay with me
on Friday night we have no alarms to set, no place to be.  Just remember,
I'm not safe for the next 4 to 6 days until I know the shot is working, so
bare pussy nookie is out, but I think we'll get by.  You can use a condom
if you HAVE to right?" She warned.

   "How do you KNOW it's working?"

   "My GYNO will look up there I guess, check for a mucus shield?  I really
forget.  I'm 3 days into it and no side effects.  There IS something they
can check to see if it's done what it has supposed to, I really forget.  My
follow-up is on the 4th.  Then I'm safe for 12 weeks until my next shot. 
The only side effect is irregular periods, but before I just stopped having
them altogether.  But, I'm only going to do this for a few years, then you
should get snipped."

   "Suppose I want to have kids." I asked facetiously.

   "I doubt you'll have them with anyone but me at this point, and we have
a way to go for those decisions." She answered confidently.

   "Sure, and by the way, thanks for scaring the shit out of me.  Getting
married and having kids are two things I NEVER thought I might even THINK
about."

   "Now be honest, you HAVE at least thought and considered it now, right?"
She asked with puppy eyes.

   "Believe it or not, yes, and I'm sure my guardian ego angel is jumping
off a building right now." I laughed.

   "Neither you or I should be thinking that far ahead, but since we aren't
18 anymore, it has to enter the thought process." She said as the alarm
went off.

   "I should go get in the shower.  Will you make coffee?"

   "Of course, um . . .  want me to shower with you, make you late for
work?" She giggled.

   "Don't think I'm not tempted, but we better give Dick and Jane a little
rest I don't need to fall asleep at work." I said with a little snicker,
but I was dead serious.

   A self imposed "dry spell" was probably called for seeing how we had
physically made love to each other in so many ways over the past few days.
Not that one might ever get sick of it, or bored with it, but absence does
make the heart grow fonder.  Even I knew that from other short lived
relationships, and all of them were strictly sexual relationships, feelings
didn't really enter those equations.  Even those times of spending 2 or 3
weeks with one woman, once the "honeymoon" was over having sex 3 or 4 times
a day dwindled to once a day and then to 3 or 4 times a week at which point
you realized you had no other connection with that person and "moving on"
became the norm with no broken hearts or hard feelings.  Part of all of
that was my never opening up to show all of my cards.  Kettie had seen all
of my cards, both Jokers and even the rank of the hands and rules card. 
She had seen it all, and I had seen all of her, as well.  I was becoming
more and more interested in her business dealings and delving into her
character more and more.

   January 2 - 5, 2014

   After sleeping alone for a couple nights I really missed the warmth of
Kettie's body next to me in her or my bed.  Sex became heavy petting and
oral sex, and she even talked me into using a condom on a night when she
just wanted more of me than we had planned.  But, by Sunday night when she
slept at my house we actually spent a night and Monday wake-up without sex
of any kind and neither of us felt slighted.  It was our love and respect
for each other that made being together special.  Obviously if she was sure
her contraceptive injection had taken effect it would have made a
difference.  But, we were both satisfied to just be with each other sharing
our love and affection and extreme happiness of just being a couple.

   January 6, 2014

   After I had showered and dressed for work Kettie had come out to kiss me
goodbye.  We hugged long and heartily before I spoke.

   "I've got a couple long days ahead of me so I may not see you until
Wednesday, but I will call you during the day." I said as she put a sad
face on.

   I'm busy Tuesday and Wednesday nights.  How about we grab a bite and a
drink at the Pool Bar on Thursday?" She asked.

   "I'll talk to you before then, but let's work for 7 on Thursday, OK?" I
asked as she winked and knew we would probably stay together Thursday
through the weekend.

   I knew when she said she was "busy" Tuesday and Wednesday nights, it
meant webcam business, and I was OK with that now that I knew she was
soloing and it was going to be profitable.

   "You aren't uncomfortable with me working those nights.  I'll make a lot
of money."

   "No, as long as no one from here can see you and you do your little
disguise." I said.

   "If someone we knew found out would you be ashamed?" She asked.

   "Not ashamed, just put out by the explaining we might have to do." I
said.

   "WE?"

   "Of course we, I'm with you on whatever you do." I said.

   "That wouldn't be a deal breaker?" She asked.

   "Kettie, I love you.  Don't ask questions like that.  How much money can
you make playing with yourself in 2 nights next week?"

   "I think 500 to 700 dollars." She said with a proud smile.

   "Aren't you going to do it if you were alone anyway?" I asked with a
smirk.

   "Probably, I'll do it alone on Monday night.' She said giggling.  "I'll
be missing you."

   "So what's the harm?" I said.

   "I was thinking the other day, once I get 10K in a separate investment
account I'm going to be all yours, no sharing with the web cam.  I just
want that cushion in case business falls through for a bit.  With the
connections I have now, because I pay cash all the time with money
transfers, I get first shot at a lot of stuff.  I see no way I can't pay
myself 50 to 60K in any year.  When deals like the TV flood come along, it
just pads my workable cash, and with that I'm set and ready to buy most
anything offered.  That makes me happy.  I don't have a lot of the other
expenses, like overhead and employees.  I barely even leave the house, a
tank of gas lasts me a couple weeks.  My 60 K is like 75 or 80 to other
people doing the same who have to run around.  With drop shipping, my
freight is running under 3% and comparable businesses spend 6 to 10%.  The
advantages of paying cash!  I have receipts for everything and I don't care
where they put their cash as long as my customers get the merchandise. 
Right now I have one guy who will take as many TV's as I can ship, any
size, any brand.  One of my dealers buys up all the "last-year models" he
can get his hands on.  Manufacturer's want their new stock in warehouses,
not the old.  I may buy 500 sets on Monday night and if I roll them over
Tuesday morning, I'll buy another 1000.  That will drain me to nothing
until I move them, but I bet I can get paid by Wednesday for most of them.
I can keep rolling it over for a few days until I want to sit on the cash.
If I can get my working capital up to 200K I'll be able to do more business
with some of these guys.  Paying cash has definite advantages."

   "You aren't kidding around are you?  You can put your hands on all that
cash?"

   "Buying the 500 will drain my working capital dry, but I think I can
turn them over for cash to this one distributor.  If I time it well, I can
get the deal made with him before I even pay for them."

   "Just pray these guys don't get to know each other and cut you out." I
said worrying about exactly that.

   "They know about each other, but interstate fair trade laws prohibit him
from buying distressed goods from the same source where his new sets come
from.  Something to do with insurance laws and other stuff.  What they do
is run the last year's sets as loss leaders and try to up sell the new ones
with new features.  Totally legal as long as he has stock on the lower
price point." She explained.

   "Is this where you spoke of "kiting"?" I wondered.

   "Yes, but I won't do anything expressly illegal.  Maybe slightly
side-stepping, but nothing I could be charged with.  I've checked it all
out with legal people."

   "Just be careful and stay on the right side of the law." I warned her.

   "I want to make a lot of money, but I won't jeopardize you and I, for
sure." She said confidently.

   January 9, 2014

   Although I had spoken by phone with Kettie all 3 days during the week,
by Thursday morning I couldn't wait to see her.  When I spoke with her in
my break she was busy on a conference call and signed off with me after a
quick hello and phone kiss.  Then I got tied up at the office with a
computer glitch and didn't get home until almost 7.  I just had time to
wash my face and hands before going to the Pool Bar.  When I went through
the door I saw her at a table with an empty glass in front of her.

   She stood and we kissed without too much of a PDA and we sat, but not
before motioning to the bartender for a round.  We were regular enough that
he knew what we wanted.

   "I'm sorry I'm late.  I can see you got here early hoping I would too."
I said hoping she wasn't getting impatient.

   "Not a problem, I actually got here at 6:30, I wanted to celebrate all
my money clearing this week.  I doubled my capital twice this week and I
ended up with the 200K I hoped.  In two buys I emptied a warehouse and they
were able to ship to one address.  If I have competition right now, they
are cash poor to start the year and I've developed a great alliance with a
big buy-out house.  He's working on a deal for phones and tablets and I've
already been sniffing around for a buyer.  So I'm real happy right now. 
I'm free to get some things going on many fronts right now, but I'm going
to be cautious watching the economy so I don't get burned like before."

   "Enough business talk, I've missed you like crazy and couldn't last
another day without seeing you." I told her as she gripped my hands even
tighter.

   She leaned in and whispered, "You don't think I'm going to let you out
of my sight for the next 12 hours do you?"

   I just smiled and winked joyous to know the love we would make soon.

   "My doctor sees no reason why we should have to worry about conception
beyond the normal risks.  I saw him today and all of my other precautionary
tests came back OK.  I definitely the healthiest of all the Campbell-Mason
women."

   "Campbell-Mason?  I never knew you had a hyphenated name."

   "I usually drop the Mason unless it's some sort of legal thing. 
Campbell-Mason sounds so pretentious.  Doesn't Kettie Campbell-Mason sound
like a snooty Brit?"

   "I'm embarrassed that I didn't know that.  Imagine how intimate we've
been and I didn't know your last name." I said as a dig to her "get to know
your mate" prerequisite to intimacy.

   She got my dig and leaned up close to say, "Maybe I shouldn't sleep with
you tonight until I get to know you better. . . . .  fucker!  I don't sleep
with strangers and you know why I have my rules."

   "Only making a point my love, you were so adamant to learn about me and
you held that back."

   "Have I held back ANYTHING else?  Mattie you have my everything." She
said almost as an oath.

   "Don't get so defensive, I was only kidding around.  I don't think we
have any secrets, at least none that were held back intentionally." I said
as I stroked her hand.

   Then she curiously looked me in the eye and asked, "That little harlot
Marianne hasn't tried to seduce you again?"

   "NO!  Where did you get that idea?"

   "Last week one night when I was at your house getting ready to cook and
was waiting for you to come home it was dark.  At about 5:30 and I saw
headlights out front and I peaked behind the curtain to be sure it was you
before I was going to strip for you, I hadn't started dinner yet and I
didn't expect you so early so I thought it might be a nice surprise.  I
look out and it was Marianne!  I think she was confused because your car
wasn't there but, the lights were on and music was playing like someone was
obviously there.  She came up to the door and rang the bell and then
knocked when I didn't answer.  She even walked around back and tried to
look through the slider on the deck.  She got back in her car and sat out
front for another 10 minutes, then she got out again and rang the bell and
knocked.  I don't think she was there to collect your mortgage payment."

   "What do I have to do with this?  She hasn't come on to me, called me,
or approached me.  If she did, I would reject her with great exception, no
matter what, AND I would tell you about it immediately.  I'll always be as
transparent as possible.  Kettie I love you and you alone and have no
intention of doing anything to make you doubt me." I swore to her.

   "I've been cheated on before, made a fool of before and I may be a
little wary."

   "Love is trust Ket, don't ever doubt me."

   "I really don't.  It's just she was so, well seemed so, desperate to see
you that night I let my mind wander.  I'm sorry.  I know your heart, I
really do." She insisted.

   "I never had any interest in her besides a piece of ass, and I turned
her down at her first try.  The three other times I was with her, she came
to me and was the aggressor."

   "Should I say something to her?" She asked.

   "I wouldn't.  If she doesn't figure it out and tries to hook-up again I
will summarily shoot her down, no matter how she presents herself.  You are
all I want and need."

   After a few more drinks Kettie brought both hands to the top of the
table and took mine in them.

   "Did you do anything with the basket of clothes I left on top of the
dryer Monday morning?"

   "Yes, I put them away.  I gave you the top right drawer in the lowboy
and the second drawer in the highboy in the bedroom.  You have 4 pairs of
undies and a couple tops in the lowboy, and some heavy slacks and 2 pairs
of Capri pants in the highboy.  You can come over tonight without going
home."

   "I have new jammies at home I wanted to bring over." She said with a
smile.

   "Just WHEN had you planned on wearing them?  You won't need them
tonight." I said meeting her smile with a leering grin.

   "You don't think I'll get cold later?"

   "I have sweats and plenty of tees.  Let's go."

   I pushed out my chair and reached for her coat to help her on with it. I
took a 50 from my wallet and left in on the bar as the keep presented our
check.  I know there were 6 vodkas on there at $6 each and something for
him.  We were anxious to get home.

   We were barely in the house when I began to strip and head to the
shower, I really felt gritty.  When I looked over my shoulder I saw Kettie
beginning to undo her top.

   "Are you going to join me?" I asked.

   "I'm not going to miss you naked in there while I sit out here.  Showers
with you are exciting.  I get to taste your cock, get to feel your soapy
hands thoroughly clean my asshole and my pussy.  That's all pretty
exhilarating." She cooed.

   But just a few minutes later I had her hands on my newly shaved junk and
I must tell you how exciting it is to be handled by a sexy woman's hands
when she's really touching you in places where wiry hair was and now isn't.
That's pretty exhilarating itself.  Right after the shave it felt odd, but
now that my junk and my skin were accustomed to being "mini-bushed", her
hands and later her tongue were both quite different and sexy.  She really
knew her way around a man and the way she took care of my pleasure only
made me love her more and to try that much harder to please her.

   January 10, 2014

   That damned alarm!  Oh how I wish I didn't have to go to work that
Friday.  The bed felt to good with Kettie's body radiating heat, but my
other mistress called.  I got the alarm before she had fully awakened, but
I was sure she had stirred.  I got into the shower to wash off the night
before.

   When I came out the bed was empty and I smelled coffee.  Kettie was
sitting at the kitchen breakfast nook with my coffee poured, but nothing
for her.

   "Your coffee is poured lover, I'm going to go back to bed after you
leave.  Get anything else you want washed in the hamper, I'll do a wash
before I get home.  I have a few things to do today but I think I'd like to
stay here again this weekend.  I'll bring over my new jammies and a few
other things to leave.  I just checked and you have most of what I need to
make Stroganoff tonight.  That's a great cold weather dinner.  I just got
some new Netflix yesterday, we can watch them tonight.  I got "Thanks For
Sharing" and" Don Jon".  We'll do popcorn at intermission?"

   "That all sounds great.  As long as I'm with you . . . . . ." I said not
needing to finish the sentence.

   "Well, you make the plans for Saturday night.  I made plans for tonight
because I know you're wrapped up in work and I've got to decompress you."
She said sliding her hands across the nook to hold mine.

   "How about we go out?  We'll go to a place with a band?  You may even be
able to get me to dance a little.  I think the Hilton is bringing in show
bands on weekends.  They advertised an 8- piece 70's band." I suggested.

   "Ohhh that would be wonderful!" She said brightening.

   "Tell you what, make a reservation there today, we can get drunk and
spend the night, have Sunday brunch and come home and watch football."

   Kettie got up and went behind me to hug me around my neck.

   "Sexy man!  You know how to treat me!  If I ever suggested this to
anyone they always said it was for people without lives.  You know how to
have fun and be adventurous too."

   "Kettie, I just like making you smile.  To hear you laugh and hold me
like you do is all I need to be content.  We'll have lots of fun together,
not only tomorrow night, but lots of nights." I told her as I stroked the
hands she had crossed around my neck behind me.

   "I hope it's forever." She whispered quietly as if saying it out loud
would jinx it.

   I just patted her hands and nodded.

   I reluctantly had to leave for work and she went back to bed.

   Luckily once I get to work I can pretty much absorb myself and leave my
personal life behind.  Not that I didn't think about my Kettie during the
day, but I didn't let it distract me.  I got involved in revising my
production quotas and overtime percentages and the next thing I knew it was
after 6.  I hate it when I stay after 5:30 on a Friday because I KNOW I'm
probably the only manager who's there then.  I also know in work studies my
wheel laps most of the others from 4:00 pm until 5:30 on any given Friday.
From day one in the head seat on this Wheel I told my crew that I expected
the same rate of production every hour of every day.  I let them know that
I would fight for them, even harder than their union, as long as they
worked with me.  I wouldn't ask any more than I would expect of myself and
I saw no reason to slack off just because the weekend was coming.  I had
managed to keep any non-volunteered weekend overtime hours off my schedule.
With the "holiday hangover" no one volunteered for overtime these first two
weekends of the year, but I knew that would come to an end soon.  Weather
was cruddy and why stay stuck in the house when you could put in a few
hours at $50 or more per?  Union contracts said that if you worked any
overtime for 3 days in the week, you were entitled to work 6 hours on
Saturday, if you chose to.  ChipTech didn't fight the clause in the
contract because they knew they would have enough work for anybody who
wanted it, and they wouldn't have to increase the work force, which with
benefits was VERY expensive.

   I called Kettie and told her I was sorry for being late because I knew
she was miffed when the first thing she said was, "You know Stroganoff has
dairy in it and you can't keep it too hot, too long, or it ruins it.  I
took it off the stove 45 minutes ago.  I wish you had called."

   "I'm not this inconsiderate.  I'm just not used to someone depending on
me being home." I said trying to apologize.

   "I know, I know.  I'm just trying to impress you with my kitchen skills
and, . . .  well, you know." She said trying to be sure to impress upon me
she WASN'T a bitch like that.

   "Kettie, you don't need to impress me, AND I'm certainly not judging or
grading you.  I love you and I'm sold on the whole package.  Let me get off
the phone so I can get home."

   "OK, see you soon.  Kiss-kiss." She said signing off.

   When I got home she was in nice jeans, great ASS jeans and a tucked in
polo with an apron on.  She was a vision.  I would have loved to screw her
right on the kitchen table, but dinner almost ready.

   She poured a nice wine and we had a fantastic dinner of Stroganoff over
home-made spaetzle.  She had paired a great wine and by the end of dinner
we were talking a mile a minute about any little subject that might come
up. She was so smart and fun to be around.  She made coffee and shooed me
to the living room like Ward Cleaver while she quickly picked up and
brought out coffee.  We snuggled through Jeopardy and then she put on the
first movie she had rented.

   We had a ton of laughs all during the movie, occasionally sharing a kiss
or a hug.  After the movie we both went to pee and when I came back she was
popping corn and asking me to put in the next movie.  I was having so much
fun and marveling how normally on a Friday night I'm so beat that 11:00 pm
usually has me asleep.  She was making life a LOT more fun and I could tell
she was relishing it as well.

   We nibbled and fed each other popcorn during the 2nd movie (which had
sexual overtones in it) and when we went to bed we were both sexually
charged, but very tired.  After a little touchy-feelie foreplay I was able
to roll onto her and make love to her like I've never done before with any
woman.  We did MAKE LOVE.  It was slow and tender, sometimes with our eyes
wordlessly, locked on each other and we came together without even trying.
I think I fell deeper in love with her that night than I had fallen at any
time before.

   January 11, 2014

   With no alarm set we both slept until around 10 o'clock which as very
late for me.  I woke up first and I fully expected that she had gotten up
already after I saw the time, but when I rolled over she was just stirring.
She opened her eyes and looked at me a bit startled, and then smiled.

   "Hi Mattie.  I'm happy to see that wasn't a dream.  That was the best
I've ever had by a long shot.  We really made love didn't we?  That was
baby making sex.  I just wanted to crawl up inside of you afterwards. 
After you rolled off me and spooned I came again.  It was the most
beautiful experience."

   "I was going to tell you the same thing.  It WAS beautiful." I
exclaimed.

   "Imagine all the foreplay we've both used in our lives trying to make
THAT MOMENT just perfect, and all you really need is to love and respect
each other.  Not that I don't enjoy all that other play, it's what I
fantasize about whenever you aren't around.  God, when you're inside me
like that, face to face, you feel so big and fill me so much, every move
you make makes me tingle."

   "I used to think I would never fall in love, and if I ever did, I would
never admit it, but I am in love with you.  Having sex and making love are
as different as night and day.  Besides the night with the camera on, you
and I have had sex a few times, but lately we've been making love and I
don't think I need to tell you how special it's become." I admitted.

   "STOP!  Let's get up and have coffee or something before you make me
cry." Kettie said almost jumping out of bed.

   "Crying for happiness or fear?" I asked as I got up and followed her.

   "Both.  Happiness that you feel the same as me, but fear that this could
all end." She said cautiously.

   "Kettie, I think we're in deep enough that if we work at it we can make
it all happen.  If it doesn't it will be because we both tried and agreed
to whatever end it becomes, don't you think?"

   "You don't think one of us is in deeper than the other?" She asked.

   "At times I thought I was overboard and would scare you away." I said
admitting to that paranoia.

   Kettie laughed, "At times I thought I was overboard and would scare YOU
away.  Look, I've always been one who held her feelings and emotions close
and never shared intimacies with just anyone.  You've always been a
"player" of sorts, not having a problem with a one night stand or sharing a
bed with someone you know you'll never see again.  Although we've learned
lots about each other, there's still more.  You know that I am open for
you, and I know your feelings for me aren't fleeting.  Let's stop beating
ourselves up and enjoy what we have."

   "Sounds like the plan for now."

   We got domestic after breakfast and showers, finishing laundry, cleaning
the townhouse, first mine, then hers before we went out to the Mall and I
dropped my car at Sears for an oil change.  While we waited we shopped for
decorator pieces for my place, but Kettie began to mention pieces SHE had
that would go well in my place.

   "How do we know if we move in together it's going to be in MY
townhouse?" I wondered aloud.

   "The back bedroom in mine just makes me think of what I've done in that
room, the webbing, and when we live together, that will stop.  I may not BE
your wife at that juncture, but I'll live AS your wife, and a spouse
wouldn't do that." She said softly to me.

   "So, you obviously thought more about that arrangement." I whispered in
her ear as I hugged her, finishing, "I have too."

   "I know we said whichever sold first, but when the time comes and we're
sure, we can cream the best furniture and things out, and sell mine as
furnished.  It would go fast then."

   I smiled to her as I got a text on my phone that the car was ready.

   We got the car and went home to pack a small overnight bag and were off
to the Hilton for a night of dinner, drinking and dancing.

   I hadn't realized how totally sexy it was to dance with someone that you
knew you were going to make love to at the nights end.  I watched the way
she moved and the expressions on her face and had all I could do to not do
her on the floor right there.  When the music slowed and we held each other
she simply breathed and whispered in my ear while we swayed and each of the
3 times we held each other on the dance floor I had rabid erections that
she moved on and teased without being too obvious.

   When we finally headed to our room, getting on the elevator to the 8th
floor, we necked a bit and she whispered to me, "If we were on a floor much
more than the 8th, your cock would be in my mouth by the time we got there.
Keep that in mind the next time we stay in a big hotel."

   I've never spontaneously ejaculated before, but I came close after
hearing her words.  My cock, that had been teased all night, jumped in my
pants and I really think that if I hadn't squeezed and held the head
between my thumb and forefinger through my pants, I would have shot.  In
any event, just inside the room she fell to her knees and took me out and
had my cum in her mouth in less than a minute.

   She looked up at me proudly saying, "With that out of the way I think we
have a long night ahead of us, if you can keep up with me."

   She bounced to her feet and giggled as she ran through the suite taking
her clothes off as I struggled to get my pants and underwear off my feet.
She knew there would be no problem with my keeping up, but the teasing
challenge was her way to giggle and act playful as she crawled naked onto
the bed by the time I got into the room.

   We were up until almost 3 a.m.  making love to each other with our
hands, mouths and genitals.  She called me her "Olympian" when I rose to
the occasion the third time and pounded her from behind until I had to give
up any hopes of cumming.  My cock was simply too numb from overuse to "get
that feeling".  She felt like she had failed me and was mad at herself, but
I calmed her down and told her it was OK and I would be fine in the
morning. Then we fell asleep in each other's embrace.

   January 12, 2014

   I woke in the morning to Ketties voice talking to someone and after
fighting the cobwebs I realized her head was on my stomach with the covers
pulled down.  She was talking to my penis!  When I finally began to make
sense of the situation I was listening to her apologize to "him" for
abusing him the night before.  I reached down to pat and touch the back of
her beautiful mane of jet black hair and she startled.

   "I didn't mean to wake you.  I just wanted to be sure I was still OK
with my friend you have here."

   "Oh, I think he's quite fine with you.  If I had cum that third time, I
may have passed a nut right through it.  I'm not 18 anymore, plus it was 3
times in fairly short order.  Let me get up and pee and we can finish what
we started." I said guiding her to move to let me up.

   When I came back to the bed she was still so cute and acting repentant
as if she had done something wrong to make what happened happen.

   "Kettie, we abused him a little last night, but I was in no way
frustrated.  I was well satisfied.  Lay for me and we'll make love."

   "No, my pussy is a matt of dried lady cum and man cum.  I want to
personally apologize to him with my mouth; a nice morning blowjob to make
us both happy.  Then we can go to breakfast and go home.  Later today we
can make love at half-time of the game, I'm thinking from behind while I
lay across the hassock." She said with a big grin.

   "Wow, that's pretty specific, not that I don't like the plan." I said
with a suspicious smirk.

   "I had a little dream fantasy last night and that was how it ended; with
me bare assed across the hassock and you poking me.  It was hot."

   "Don't ever ask WHY I love you as long as you dream like that." I said
as I lay beside her, but as I did I got a glance at the clock.

   "Ket, it's only 7 o'clock!  What are we up so early?"

   She flushed red and said softly, "My dream had me cumming, you can't
sleep through that, PLUS I was worried about my little friend."

   "Every day you give me more reasons to love you more and more just when
I think it isn't possible." I said as she put a hand to my chest to make me
lay back so she could kneel between my legs.

   Needless to say, Kettie fixed whatever was wrong with "her friend" and
later that afternoon at the halftime of the Giants game she slid down her
sweatpants and placed herself over the hassock, her pretty ass ready and
waiting for me.

   "What?  No foreplay?" I asked, kidding.  "If you need any more than this
to get excited, I'm not quite as hot as you tell me I am." She cooed.

   She was right, I dropped my sweatpants (we were really lounging after
our big night out) and I found her wetness and we played hard and fast
right there.  Once I knew my orgasm was near I reached up and got my hands
on her breasts and rolled back so she was riding me while almost laying on
me, her back to my belly.  The angle made her cum hard, sometimes
squirting, but today she heard me begin to huff and puff and just when she
knew I was going to shoot she let me slip out and I spouted straight up
until she could grab me and let the rest of cum ooze onto her belly.  We
lay silently for a few minutes before she rolled off me.  We spooned on the
floor and woke up together a couple hours later, never knowing the final
score of the game.  That was a great example of the spontaneous sexy times
we shared together all of the time.

   January 13-17

   Kettie was doing her thing a few nights this week and I was immersed in
work.  Mandatory overtime had been instituted and our plants productions
schedule was being accelerated.  No one came out and told any of us, but
the gear up for "the contract" was beginning, and it was starting here in
New York.  We had been working with one workstation short in each of my
spokes and how it became obvious that I had to ask for them to be filled if
quotas were going to be met with anything but exorbitant overtime.

   For our weekly management meeting I was asked to be there 30 minutes
early, an instruction that was not out of the ordinary, it usually had to
do with individual performance reviews.  I didn't think I was due, but I
was confident.

   Walking into the "inner sanctum" was always daunting at World Chip Tech.
It felt like you were going aboard the bridge on Starship Enterprise, four
guys with in suits with screens shining up from their desks.  We would
always wonder, they CAN'T be sitting in those spots all day long can they?

   "Mr.  Cymbol, we're sure you noticed the increases in your expectations,
at least we hope it's been obvious." My immediate supervisor said looking
over his glasses.

   "I was going to bring up my overtime schedule for the rest of the month
and how it was going to put a strain on my crew and I thought they had
earned a fair shake with our December output." I said with a bit of a snap,
fearing they expected the breakneck pace we kept up to avoid overtime in
December.

   "No reason to get defensive Mattie." He said dropping my formal address.
"We are well aware of the work your group did, but you should know that
when we want to expand production we want our best to lead the way.  You
can fill 6 workstations as soon as you can.  I have a list of 40 candidates
from 3 other plants to skim from.  Keep in mind their families, their work
history, and the fact if any turn down this promotion, they will be
shunted. (Shunted was their polite way of saying STUCK, meaning they would
be off the promotion list for a long time.  If Chip Tech had one
requirement, it was keeping COMPANY first, and they would keep you happy.)
"Oh, and Mattie, keep in mind these moves are expensive, choose wisely. 
Choose 8, and we'll pick 6 from the 8.  A couple plants have untouchables
lists, like the one you're on.  But you were on that list in Sacramento and
we made concessions to get YOU here.  Take that to mean we think you're
very special, and we expect special things from you.  That's why YOU can
pick your staff.  Keep this under your hat, no one else in your position at
THIS plant gets this perk."

   When I left the meeting I was so pumped up I almost forgot that there
was a regular management meeting to attend.  I was thinking how stupid I
might have looked to get all those pats on the back, and then skip the main
meeting.  At the meeting we were all made aware that the first phase of
"the contract" was coming to New York and to have your wheels ready for a
steadier influx of work and the need for more overtime until manpower
positions could be filled.  A couple of the other managers were griping
under their breath about the increase of hours and production.  I was a
little put out by it and spoke up.

   "If I may speak out a bit, we're all here for the company, but
ultimately we are here to make a solid career and base for our lives and
families.  If World Chip Tech flourishes and progresses, our lives
progress. In this business of nanotechnology NOTHING will stay the same if
we are to be successful.  So, while we may have to bear a bigger burden, it
can only benefit each one of us personally.  I came all the way from
California to make a better life for myself and I welcome this progression
in our facility.  Had they began this increase in production in a different
plant wouldn't you have wondered why we weren't chosen.  I'm no, excuse the
expression, ass-kisser, but the bigger and more efficient we get here, we
ALL benefit in terms of our lives."

   When I finished every other manager was looking at me, but the loudest
complainer from a few moments earlier spoke up first.

   "Mattie, you bring up good points and I guess I, for one, sort of lost
sight of the goals we all have, had our wheels skimmed, and felt like
things might never get better.  I mean each one in my wheel is as busy as
they ever have been, it's just there are fewer of them after skimming. 
When I see my production numbers are stagnant and see the empty
workstations I wonder when things will change."

   Another piped in, "It's not like we can "beat yesterday" like in retail,
when we get our guys going at what we call perfect pace, it doesn't get
better, you have to work more hours to get more done.  In this industry
there is no "fast work", only precise work.  So with more work we'll need
more people.  That's our biggest complaint"

   Pete Kensington, the overall plant HR coordinator stood to put an end to
the discussion.

   "Do any of you guys think that you're telling us anything new?  When
"per hours" increase 10% over all plant averages we know the work numbers
are somehow being fudged, or the work is sloppy and not to our standard. 
No matter how good any of your crews are, you can just work so fast and do
the job right.  We never know what the final application of some of these
chips is going to be and lives are dependent on us to insure a standard is
being met.  Your jobs are to insure efficiency, making sure the right
operator is assigned to the right job.  There is a ratio of production to
efficiency and our goal is always, as you see the signs all over the plant
"GOAL 1:1+".  There are no rush jobs, only good jobs.  Last years audit
found an overall chip failure rate of less than one hundredth of one
percent.  That's almost 99.99999 infinity.  Our own quality control found
just a tick over that in its samples.  Although there are not scores of
nano chip makers in the world yet, we lead all makers in quality and
quality control.  At our international confab last June every piece of
literature, every piece of information distributed was bannered "NO
SACRIFICES".  We will remain the industry leader.  As this contract rolls
out to all plants they are going to look to us for baselines of production.
If we keep our numbers squared up to what we produced before the contract
compared to WITH the contract, . . .  we have succeeded.  No heroes
required.  We'll increase your staffs as we roll out and only expect what
we have already seen.  Please don't think we are asking for more per man or
per hour output."

   As Pete spoke I realized that they must be scouring college campuses
around the world to recruit more nano-techs and the competition for them
must be fierce because the industry is growing so fast.  By quick count in
my head of our 4 plants worldwide we had to fill about a 100 workstations
and if a second wave of THE CONTRACT is signed for 2020, we'll need at
least one more plant or equivalent in expansion of what we have now

   After the meeting and for the next few days I had all I could do to
manage my crew and review the portfolio of workstation techs to choose from
to meet the looming numbers coming my way.

   I wasn't home before 10 o'clock any night and on Friday it hit me that I
hadn't spoken to Kettie since a call she made to me Wednesday just to tell
me she loved me (where I apologized profusely for ignoring her, but I did
know she had been busy).  At 6:30 I decided to call it a day and ended that
day by sending my 8 choices upstairs for their approval when they came in
on Monday.  I couldn't wait to get home and see Kettie, hold Kettie, and
love Kettie.  I took out my cell to call her and saw it was dead, I hadn't
charged it in 3 days.  At that moment I remembered that I had transferred
all my calls to an admin to take messages so I wouldn't be disturbed.  I
knew Kettie would be furious with me.

   When I pulled into the complex I looked over and saw Kettie's place was
dark so I half expected her to be waiting for me in my living room, but
pulling into my parking slot I saw I was dark as well.  As soon as I walked
in I saw the message light flashing on my home unit.  I turned on some
lights and went to the machine and prepared to hear Kettie's fury at me.

   BEEP - "Mattie, I've GOT to talk to you before Friday morning, you
ignore my calls to work and your fucking cell is dead.  Have you been
home?"

   BEEP - "Mattie, you're not home at 10 o'clock on Wednesday and when I
got up at 7 Thursday you're gone already.  Did you even come home?  Fucking
call me!"

   BEEP - "Listen rude boy, my sister Marcy has to be in Miami for a design
conference as a rep for her studio, so I'm flying down to see her Friday
morning and I'll be back on the red-eye on Sunday.  The only flight I could
get back was an 11:15 into Albany.  I land at 1:50 in the morning and my
car is in the park and fly lot.  If your fucking car is in your driveway
I'LL BE IN YOUR BED BY 3 A.M........................You're making this
relationship VERY DIFFICULT.  I love you and need you and would like to
think you miss me enough during the day to AT LEAST FUCKING CALL OR RETURN
MINE."

   Her last loud forceful words were with a crackling voice that was about
to break down crying.  I felt like the biggest heel in the world, letting
my job devour me and almost forgetting the most wonderful woman that had
ever entered my life.

   I figured I better face the music right away so I speed dialed her cell
so I could get my ass reamed and make the apology of the decade.  As soon
as the call went through I heard a phone ringing in the bedroom, and since
I have don't have a cell that plays Nadia's Theme as a ring I knew it was
her phone.

   Excited I went to the bedroom, where the door was closed, figuring this
was a ruse to make me feel rotten and she was surprising me.  However,
there on the bed was her phone, with a thong wrapped around it with a note:

   "You aren't getting off this easy.  You'll apologize to me in person. 
Yes, I have a cell with me, but it's a throwaway, and you won't have the
number.  Goddamn it Mattie how can you be so inconsiderate when you say you
love me?  If your job means MORE to you than me 24 hours a day maybe we
should rethink this!"

   Good God I was lower than whale shit and even contemplating flying to
Miami as I combed to local happenings for something about an International
Fashion conference, convention or SOMETHING where Marcy would fly in from
UK for.  But, just my luck, the whole area was awash in some sort of
fashion goings on.  I thought Fashion Week was only in New York.  I was
destined to wallow in my guilt all weekend only to be awakened when she
came back to town.  I had the feeling that it wasn't going to be a sexy
reunion when she came in to slide beside me.  WHAT DID I DO?

   Chapter Nine

   January 18-19 Fortunately I was going to be able to go into the plant to
pass my time, but would make sure all my calls were going through, and my
cell was charged, even if she was just calling to see if I had charged my
phone...........but my phone never rang.  The whole weekend dragged on and
I failed to enjoy ANY part of it, even turning off the football games
Sunday.  When I went to bed Sunday night I figured I would NEVER got to
sleep in anticipation of seeing Kettie, but I was wrong.  Apparently
wallowing in guilt and shame is tiring, I fell asleep as soon as my head
hit the pillow.  I wasn't to stay asleep though...........

   January 20, 2014 (very early in the morning)

   Having a hand wrap around your balls while you're in a dead sleep is a
sure waker upper.  I wasn't so in a deep sleep long and was quite aware who
was holding the jewels for me.

   "You are a fucking inconsiderate self-absorbed bastard!!" She screamed
at me while I struggled to get my nut-sack out of her grip, wishing I had
re thought the decision to sleep my usual commando.

   "Oh KETTIE, you're hurting me!" I cried out realizing right away that
struggling against the hand holding my nuts was stupid.

   She let go and stared me down as the light from the hallway illuminated
her face.

   "I got your attention didn't I?  That's the first time I was able to ALL
WEEK!  How could you?"

   She started bawling and I moved to hold her, comfort her, but she lashed
back at me harshly.

   "Don't fucking touch me until you apologize and make a few promises
about our relationship.  I will NEVER,NEVER EVER go through another week
like last week.  You always say love is trust, I guess I may not love you
like I believe, because I wondered if you were with someone else.  I even
checked on that little whore Marianne Preston.  I followed her home and
looked for your car there.  That would be the only reason WHY you wouldn't
come home to me, call me, find SOME way to get hold of me."

   Her words hurt me terribly, but I deserved it.  She waited for my
response and I was struggling to find the right words to fix all of this.

   "First off, don't EVER doubt my love for you, it is the strongest love
anyone can have.  Secondly, I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am for
what happened and how it all came about.  I was selfish, short sighted,
unfeeling, and really, really stupid to take you for granted so much. 
Believe me, I was thinking of you, missing you, but work was just a bear
with a couple projects that stole hours from my life.  Thinking of you got
me through each day, but I was a fucking idiot for not contacting you.  I
was getting home so late and leaving so early, I didn't want to call you,
telling myself I would get with you later.  Kettie I love you more than
ever right now, knowing what it's like to not have you in my life.  Please
understand all the circumstances."

   She was crying hard and any attempts to comfort her were swiftly swatted
away as she backed into the bathroom and closed and locked the door.

   After about 10 minutes of hearing her cry, stop, and then re-cry I went
to the door.

   "Kettie, Please come out and tell me you forgive me.  You CAN'T doubt my
love for you."

   Slowly the door opened and she looked at me, her eyes reddened from her
crying.

   I smiled and held out my arms for her.

   She walked by me and went to the living room where she picked up the
coat she wore in and dropped on the floor.  She turned to me and said in a
crackled voice.

   "I never REALLY doubted your love for me, I guess I just got a little
crazy, but you ARE NOT touching me tonight.  It's not going to be that
easy. I want you so much that I'll forget how mad I was and how
inconsiderate you were.  I'm going home, leave me alone so I can take care
of my needs ALONE, like I did all weekend.  When you get home from work
tomorrow, if you come home from work tomorrow, call me.  Maybe I'll come
over, . . .  and here," She said as she threw my key across the floor to
me. "When I have this you assume too much of me, you think I'm your fuck
doll."

   If steam could come out of my ears, it would have.  Her words cut and
tore at me so much and I couldn't believe she could use them, and I was
going to chase her outside without a stitch on and make a scene, if I had
to, to fix this, . . . .  until I realized that it was me who precipitated
this whole thing, no matter how right or wrong her words were.

   I never got back to sleep that night, obviously, and ended up going to
work about 5:30 to make sure I got a whole day in and still could be home
to see Kettie and fix things at a normal sort of hour.  I tried to call her
a few times during the day, but I realized her phone was probably still now
locked in my apartment.  When I called her home phone it just rang and rang
and I supposed she was screening her calls.

   If left work at 5:30, leaving 8 techs at workstations with instructions
to finish anything they start, and not to stay past 7:00.  I hated leaving
before any of them, but I told them I had lady problems to fix, and they
all understood.  They had never punched out without my being there,
something all the other managers could not say, for sure.

   When I pulled past the Pool Bar I glanced towards Kettie's and saw she
was in the window watching for me.  I also saw her quickly duck out of
sight, not wanting me to know she was watching.  I went in and called her
immediately.  She answered on the second ring.

   "Hello Kettie, I'm hoping you have forgiven me enough to at least talk
to me on the phone, but I would prefer to do this in person." I said before
she could even say hello.

   "What are you going to do?  Tell me that work is more important than me
and we're breaking up?" she said with a snotty tone.

   "Kettie, I will NEVER EVER love anyone as much as I love you right now,
even though your words ripped my heart to shreds last night." I said with a
catch in my throat.  I truly wanted to cry over the thought of losing her.

   "I was mean and vengeful, I admit, but you broke my heart everyday that
you didn't call me last week.  I sat in that goddam window for hours on end
waiting for you to come home and must have fallen asleep to miss you every
time, . . . . .  AND THEN YOU DIDN'T ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE!" She said,
raising her ire at the thought of it.

   "I can only say the words "I'm sorry" so many times Kettie.  Nothing I
can say can take away what I did, just know I've beaten myself up all
weekend long.  I want to see you, hold you, smell you, and know you still
love me." I said softly.

   "Of course I still love you, you asshole!  Do you think it runs away
that fast.  I don't see how I could live without you in my life either. 
Did we get too serious?" She wondered.

   "No, I just fucked up.  Had I put my priorities in order none of that
would have happened.  I want it to go back to what we had.  There was
nothing wrong with that, I just took you for granted that you would
understand and that was wrong, and I KNOW THAT.  As far as me thinking you
were my fuck doll that was mean and way, way off."

   "I know, it hurt me to say it, but I wanted you to know how much I was
hurt.  I know you don't USE me.  I demand as much from you in the bedroom
as you do me." She admitted.

   "So, should I come over and walk you here?" I asked, trying to be cute.

   "I know the way.  Give me 15 minutes to shower." She said.

   "You could do that here." I suggested.

   "Then we would fuck before we talked and that shouldn't happen." She
said adamantly.

   I stayed silent and she said "See you in a few", then hung up.

   We got into a long discussion about priorities and expectations once she
got there and I had a real hard time getting through to her how I can just
turn myself into a robot of sorts with only my goals in mind once I get to
work.  I explained how so much is expected of me at the plant that I
sometimes just get hypnotized by the job.  I love what I do and it's
extremely satisfying.  However, she had to know that she was the most
important thing in my life, no matter what may have transpired.

   She looked at me with a suspicious, but incredibly sexy, smile.

   "Tell me Mattie, is there something in your command post that you have
to pay particular attention to at different times of the day?"

   "Uhh, sure!" I answered, wondering where she was going.  "I have a
progress board of each days new chipset expectations and output, up to the
second.  I check it at certain times during the day when I can shift work
around to be sure we're "up to muster" as the plant manager puts it."

   "How about every time you look to that read out, you think of me!" She
asked.

   "I think of you a lot during the day." I insisted.

   "But when you look at that board, think of me with your penis in my
mouth, just loving and sucking it to my hearts delight.  Look at the board,
I'm sucking your dick, the board, the blowjob, the board, the blowjob.  Do
you think you can get that thought out of your head?" She asked slyly.

   I didn't answer as I was a little taken aback.  Then, she stepped up to
me.  "I can see it now, you see you're behind a little bit, but who cares,
I'm getting my dick sucked tonight." She said as she chuckled in my ear.

   "I may have to walk around with an erection all day, if I do that."

   "Mmmm, WHEN you do that, there are no ifs, Matt." She said pausing to
get my facial reaction before saying, "Matt, I have no problem with you
absorbing yourself in your work, but I'd like to think that in your cup of
life, I'm a little more than half of the glass."

   "Kettie, you're much more than half the glass.  You fulfill my life." I
protested.

   "Mattie, you didn't talk to me for 5 fucking days and didn't seem to
realize it.  Don't kiss my ass for the sake of kissing it."

   "No matter what I may have shown, in my heart YOU ARE the most important
thing in my life.  Believe what you want, I KNOW what I feel, and don't
pretend to think you do." I said actually choking up a little, my emotions
getting the best of me.

   Suddenly she softened and threw her arms around my neck.  "I can't stay
mad at you, and I do believe all your words, I just want you to think of me
during the day and remember WHAT you're coming home to.  I pine for you all
day long, even when I'M working."

   I drew her into my embrace and we started to kiss and then neck
furiously.  Suddenly I wanted to taste her so bad.  I picked her up and
moved her to the sofa and went to my knees before her.

   "Wait, I promised myself I wouldn't let you sweet talk me and get me
fucked in bed." She protested.

   "We're not in bed, and we're not going to fuck, I'm going to eat you
until you scream.  Then you're going to insist I fuck you." I said as I
began to work her Capri pants down.

   "Is it you can't resist me, or is it I can't resist you?" She said with
a sigh as she lifted up to let me slip her pants off.

   "Kettie, maybe it's that we love each other and pleasing each other
sexually is the most intimate communication two people can have.  You know
you want me, no matter how pissed off you were.  Would denying me sex make
you happy?" I asked as I hooked my fingers in her little panty.

   "NO!!  For God's sake.  I ache for you so bad, and have since the last
time I saw you.  My clit is trying to jump at your tongue.

   As I threaded her panty down I bent and pursed my lips right onto her
clit making her swoon and her legs to relax open.  She was soaking with her
sweet juices and I could barely lap at them fast enough.  She called out my
name and swooned, groaned and begged me not to stop until she began to
puff, stiffen and cream onto my tongue.  When she let the spasm go she
mumbled something making me raise my head.

   "What was that?" I asked.

   "Get your dick up here so I can taste it and get it ready to fuck me."

   "You're sure you aren't too upset with me." I kidded.

   She stuck out her tongue at me as I stood and she sat up and grabbed at
my underwear pulling it down to fill her mouth with me.

   From that moment none of her rancor or venom showed as we spent over an
hour teasing and pleasing each other until I could no longer hold back.  I
had come closer to cumming a few times and I had pinched the base of my
cock to stifle my orgasm, sometimes leaking a little sperm, but never
having a full ejaculation with full orgasm.  But now I was ready.  She was
back in the sofa, her legs pulled back and locked in the crux of her elbows
with her ass over the edge.  I was kneeling on the other sofa cushion on
the floor slamming her pussy with loud slaps that seemed to crackle in the
room.  As my orgasm began to rise I began to puff and I made direct eye
contact with her, before rolling my eyes back for a moment, she knew I was
at the moment of fruition.

   I planned to pull out and squirt all over her, (not something we needed
to do, she was on birth control), she loved getting splashed and sometimes
even trying to catch some in her mouth.  My 2 earlier emissions were pretty
watery so I didn't expect a long shot, but I knew I could reach her
breasts.

   As I pulled from her to pump my load out she tried to slide forward,
almost between me and the sofa as I shouted "Urrrgghhhh" as my first
emissions came up.  She was trying to catch some in mid-air, and she did
but slowly came down in front of me and covered my cock with her mouth
after a couple spurts got her forehead and hair.

   There I was kneeling on that cushion with her wedged between me and
sofa, spread eagle, and bent with the tip of my cock in her mouth as she
lolled and sucked at whatever else I could conjure.  I was drained to the
point where my over sensitive cock head wanted to escape her mouth, but I
could not move.  My knees were somewhat trapped under her legs, but I could
not move.  When she finally gave up her lolly I threw my head back and
gravity pulled me backwards and I rolled off that cushion to the floor.  I
could have just fallen asleep right there in and exhausted mess, but she
crawled up and nestled her head in the crux of my neck, kissing and tasting
my sweat.

   We said nothing until she whispered, "best make-up sex EVER".

   I tried to laugh, but I just didn't have the strength.  She moaned as
her body continued to make her feel good and then whispered once again,
"Let's never have a reason to be away from each other for more than a day.
I need you so badly.  You truly complete me."

   I contemplated her words and wanted to respond, but somewhere in there I
fell asleep, or maybe just passed out from exhaustion.

   January 21st

   Somewhere during the night the calendar changed and suddenly it was
Tuesday morning and on a few hours sleep I had to get up and go to work. 
The sound of the alarm from the bedroom woke me and as I struggled to get
my bearings the sound and smell of the coffee brewing got me straight.

   I got to my feet and took a throw from the back of the sofa and covered
Kettie.  I staggered to the shower, dressed and poured a cup of coffee into
a travel mug and I was on my way.  I remembered one of the techs on my team
said he was bringing in cookies or muffins and that was to be my breakfast.
I dragged myself through the morning until I was paged for a call about
10:30, it was Kettie.

   "Hi lover!" She said brightly.

   "Oooo, I can tell you're more awake than me right now." I replied.

   "I think I was with the Energizer bunny last night.  He kept on going,
and going . .  (giggles)"

   "I'm paying for it now, but it was worth it all.  I love you so much." I
whispered.

   "Listen, I'll pick up and then I've got to get home.  My sister texted
me to call her right away, but my phone needs a charge, so I'll call her
from my place.  I have laundry to put in anyway.  Dinner will be simple,
OK? Don't be too late.  I don't need the bunny to be run down before he
gets here.  (giggles)."

   "Don't worry, I won't be late.  Everytime I look at the progress board I
want to come home anyway.  You've got that idea in my head.  I see the
board, I think of your mouth." I said with a chuckle.

   "Hmmm, I knew that would work.  I'll see you tonight."

   Ketties call perked me up a bit and my day improved greatly.  After a
major carb lunch, I had pizza brought in for all who wanted to stay in.  I
scarfed down 4 pieces of the 24 cut sausage, onion, extra cheese monster
they sent.  When the reception desk called for me to come and get it, no
visitors were allowed into out secure building, she told me that our 23 cut
pizza had arrived.  I laughed at her knowing she couldn't resist the smell.
When I went out to get it she had a sly smile on her face, she always sort
of flirted with me anyway (nothing serious though) and she said, "Don't
worry, I didn't take a corner.  Remember I didn't have to call you at all
(wink)."

   By the time I got home I was re-energized (no pun intended) and I looked
forward to seeing Kettie and seeing what she had for dinner.

   When I walked in the door I found her sitting on the sofa with a box of
Kleenex, red droopy eyes, and tear stains all down her face.

   "Kettie, what's wrong!  What's happened?" I said rushing to her side.

   "We've got to throw it all away.  It was too perfect!  I have to go
away!" She said as she blubbered hard and tried to talk around her
hysterics.

   "OK, sweetheart.  You've got to calm down and tell me everything that's
happened so we can work this all out, whatever it is." I said holding her
tightly.

   Slowly her tears and crying stopped, my embrace seeming to assure her.

   Finally she pulled back from me and started speaking in a cry ravaged
voice.

   "When Marcy got back to England she had a woman waiting for her at the
gate.  She had found through her agency when she was due home.  She held a
sign that said "Shavone Campbell-Mason", my sisters name.  Marcy rushed her
and asked what her business was having that name.  She asked if she was
Marcy and this woman began telling Marcy a story about Shavone.  If she is
to be believed, Shavone is, or was in Argentina, has Alzheimer's, early
stages, and has been working with a group of pseudo-nuns as a missionary.
They use her to cook and clean, but little more.  She really can't do her
"missionary" work anymore, she is no longer able to concentrate, or so she
says.  She wants to come home but they won't let her.  She has neither the
money nor wherewithal to arrange a trip back home.  They think they are
doing what is best for her, but have kept her out of the loop." She began
to bravely tell me.

   "How did this woman have this information, how do you know it's legit?"
I asked.

   "Let me go on.  Apparently Shavone slipped out one evening and tried to
go to an embassy, but it was closed and it began to rain and this woman
took her in and got some of this information to her.  Shavone did know
where Marcy was and when the woman, whose name is Merril, said she was
going to London, Shavone implored her to find Marcy.  Apparently whatever
religious group she WAS with knew she was getting hard to work with and
they sent her home, but she was waylayed by what she called
"servidoras".(Servidoras are an actual Catholic sect seemingly unrelated to
the group that "held" Shavone) They convinced her that she had more duty to
God to fulfill and she gave whatever money they had given her to get home
to them.  They move her around, and sometimes she isn't even sure where she
is.  Shavone claims they flew her to Argentina, Columbia, and even
Singapore.  How a poor bunch of nuns or more likely, pseudo religious, get
access to flights like that is sort of fishy, but in any event she wants to
come home.  She told Merril that she's afraid sometimes to speak up to her
feelings because when she does they seem to lock her away when they don't
need her, and then move her around.  That next morning after telling Merril
her story she brought her to the US embassy the next morning and explained
her whole story with Merril helping her.  They said they would take care of
things but that day after Merril had left her there, she saw the
"servadoras" van pull up and take Shavone back.  Merril tried to find her,
but was told that they sent her where God needed her more.  She had noted
the information Chevy (Shavones nick name) gave her, last name and her
sister who worked in the fashion industry from London, and used that to
find Marcy.  So now . . . . ." Then Kettie broke down and started bawling
hard until I could calm her to at least where she could speak.  "Now,
tomorrow I'm flying to London and Marcy and I are going to Argentina to
look for Chevy.  It's something I have to do.  Going through our Embassy in
London they told Marcy that they were aware of some of these religious
off-shoots in some countries and wondered if they were money laundering
wings of other governmental overthrow groups.  They were pretty sketchy
with her, but did give her some leads to follow."

   Then she looked up at me with the most forlorn face and said, "Mattie I
don't know when I'll be back home, and from some of the dangers they warned
Marcy of, mostly exaggerated, we think, maybe I'll never get back, but it's
my sister and I have to find her.  She's sick and I have to find her! 
Right now we're figuring to be gone 2 to 3 weeks, or until we find her"

   "WAIT A MINUTE!" I protested, "Why would you go to dangerous places,
just you two girls, if you don't know EXACTLY where she is."

   "THAT'S IT, WE DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE IS!  I know I'll never be able to
sleep again knowing she's out there confused and wanting to come home.

   I was so divided in my feelings, afraid of feeling selfish about losing
Kettie for a time, and the fact that she had her sister, a connection I
knew nothing of being an only child with NO relatives.

   "Marcy and I have put 25K each into an account we can use to pay for
flights and what not with a list of the places the embassy said we might
want to look.  Argentina, Columbia, Costa Rica, Panama, and Ecuador.  If we
strike out there we'll try Singapore.  The Secretary of State's office has
assured us that the embassies of the world cooperate in these cases, which
I guess are many.  They won't assist in the paying ransom, they won't
assist in human trafficking cases unless it's through cooperating Law
Enforcement.  But this will be treated as someone lost who can't make
decisions for themselves.  But they have warned us, if we find Chevy, and
she doesn't WANT to come home, even if we suspect brainwashing, we're on
our own." Kettie further explained.

   "So it sounds like this happens more often than anyone might think." I
said, still trying to wrap my head around it.

   "Yes, it's common in that part of the world, even in places that are as
civilized like we are here, like Cuenca, Ecuador.  Religious groups are
allowed to thrive wherever there are native people in remote areas of a
country.  We, the US, have no jurisdiction, but embassies will assist if a
person WANTS to leave and we provide transport."

   I took a lot of deep breaths trying to swallow this whole mess, wanting
to have questions answered that I didn't want to have eat at me later.

   "Who's going to take care of the drop ship business, you can't let that
just dangle in the wind.  I can do it to a point, but I know nothing of the
contacts you have, the funds available . . . ." I said stopping
midsentence, sure she hadn't thought of those consequences.

   "ABG Freight handles all my drop-ships and gets a 6 percent cut of every
sale they handle for me and their dispatcher, a guy named Kendall, knows
who I deal with seems to be an honest enough agent for me.  He has
connections with the 2 liquidating firms I use, and he will try to deal for
me.  He knows where stuff comes from and the potential customers I use over
and over.  He can't draw funds from my account without your OK.  He'll call
you at the end of any trading day to move money.  If something doesn't
sound right, wait to talk to me as long as you'll be able to."She explained
very methodically convincing she had planned thoroughly throughout the day.

   Then it hit me, "What do you mean as long as you'll be able to?"

   "Mattie they've warned us that our cell phones may not always be able to
work in some of these countries, no cell towers, no servers, no place to
charge, but we'll always be able to go to an embassy, when there is one
where we are."

   "So I might not be able to talk to you and get updates on a regular
basis?" I wondered beginning to doubt this whole thing.

   Her eyes welled and she just shook her head like a beaten woman.  The
emotion of losing the sister she knew was lost had broken her down.  The
day before she might have told you that Shavone was likely dead, but now
she felt duty bound to bring her sister home.

   Still afraid of seeming selfish I walked on eggshells to ask, "So when
do you leave?"

   "I fly out of Albany to New York City and then to Manchester via London,
tonight." She said, not being able to make eye contact.

   "So, I won't expect you to be back for 3 weeks max?" I asked, already
knowing that any pleading I did would be of no use.

   "I'm hoping we find her right away.  One Ambassador in the UK who had
experience with these people says that once they know people are looking
for someone IN PERSON, they will capitulate.  They don't want government
intervention and snooping because they always follow the money.  That's one
thing they don't want to happen, to have their money sources exposed." She
explained in pretty good detail telling me that she and Marcy were not
going into this blindly, they asked lots of questions.

   Finally I had to level with Kettie.  "If you think I'm going to give you
my blessing on this undertaking, you're wrong.  I'm dead set against it,
but I know I can't stop you.  I'm not aware of or do I understand the bond
between brothers and sisters.  You are the closest I've ever been to
anyone, including my parents, my time with them was so fleeting when I was
mature enough to appreciate them.  Why ANY American would want to go to a
foreign country, knowing what most of the world thinks of us, and what sort
of animals and religion fueled idiots are out there.  I fear for you
already and you haven't even left yet.  I'll expect you to call me as often
as possible to give me updates.  I promise I won't hound you, and I'll
support your cause, even though I don't agree with it.  Obviously, the
reason is that I love you so deeply and I don't want to face the days ahead
without you."

   Kettie broke down crying once again and fell into my arms.  Through her
tears she told me she understood my feelings and that even she feared for
herself, but the circumstance drove her.

   She had so much to do that unless we just dropped our clothes and fucked
right there, there would be no goodbye love making.  That might only make
it harder in the long run anyway.  We didn't need to do anything to make a
statement to our love, we were both aware of that.  I went with her to help
her finish packing and get all of her particulars for her money, her
mortgage payment, her business contacts, and other vitals, most of which I
already knew.

   At 8:30 I drove her to Albany International and amid a flood of both of
our tears we said goodbye.  I'm sure the fact we might not see each other
for 3 weeks, or God forbid longer, with so many variables standing in the
way, came down on her as she began her journey as it did as I drove back
home.  I had to pull into a rest area to cry and clear my eyes.  I almost
felt as if she had died, in one way.  We both knew that the specter of
never seeing each other again existed.  As hard as I tried to fight that
feeling, that possibility, I could not.  I worried that even I could not
involve myself that deeply in my work to get her off my mind.

   January 22, 2014

   There wasn't much peace in my mind that night and got little restful
sleep.  Just as I was leaving the house for work the phone rang and I heard
Kettie's voice, easing my mind a little.

   "Hi, I got here a few hours ago and I actually was able to sleep on the
overseas flight.  We both go for shots today to complete our prep for
travel.  My medicals were transferred to Marcy's doctors overnight so we
plan to fly out of here either at 11:30 tonight, our time, we're 5 hours
ahead of you, or tomorrow at 8:45 in the morning.  We have arrangements for
both flights.  That will bring us directly to Argentina.  They're only 2
hours ahead of you.  We'll fly into Buenos Aires, and then we're off to a
place called Moreno.  From there we don't know, wish us luck."

   The word luck was the one that broke her stony façade.  Her crying upset
me greatly and I tried to hide that to be strong for her.  Marcy must have
been right there because she took the phone.

   "Mattie, just be sure that we will look out for each other and we'll try
to call as often as we can.  We know this could be dangerous, but like a
person facing uncertain surgery that he has to have, we are finding the
strength.  Be sure we are looking out for each other.  Kettie is blowing
kisses, tearful kisses, but kisses.  Bye bye."

   Then she hung up abruptly trying to save all of our heartstrings . 
February 14, 2014 Valentines Day

   I expected to hear from Kettie this day.  I had only heard from her 2
other times in the 3 weeks she had been gone.  Once on the 24th of January,
a short call from the US Embassy in Buenos Aires, telling me that Moreno
was a dead end, but the Embassy had a possible lead and they were off to a
place called Lobo.  If that didn't work out, they found the servidoras had
a presence in Montevideo, Uraguay and they were looking into booking
passage on a ship to get there.  If that didn't pan out, there were leads
to Ecuador and Columbia.

   On the 31st of January I got another call, this time from her cell
phone. My heart pounded as I answered it hoping to hear she was in Albany
waiting for me to pick her up.  However, she was in Cuenca, Ecuador, a
place she likened to Miami as far as foreign language vs English, and found
many Americans there, ex-pats, they called themselves.  Communicating there
was easy and she was able to revive her phone.  She sounded good and very
hopeful that there was a trail to follow at this point and the servidoras
knew they were pursuing Shavone, so they may give her up easily if
confronted.  She promised a call in a couple days and she sounded happy
that her journey may be almost over.

   That was the last I heard from her.  I back tracked embassies where I
knew they had visited and used their communications.  They told me that
they had leads to Costa Rica and Panama.  I prayed they didn't try
Nicaragua or Guatemala.  I wanted this to end.

   Every time the phone rang that day I expected a surprise from Kettie
saying she was home, or headed home but it was not to be.  Any trial I
tried to make for her was cold going through the people the embassies had
given them.  I had no idea where she was, if she was dead or alive.  I went
through New York State representative of the Secretary of State to make my
plight known to the government, hoping they might be of some help.  By the
middle of March I had NO clues as to where she might be, or be headed.

   July 4th, 2014

   No Kettie for 5 months plus about 10 days.  On the morning of the Fourth
I got a call and the caller ID said Department of State.  I was afraid to
answer it, but I took a deep breath and picked it up.

   "Hello, I have a missive from French Guiana dated June 16th.  American
officials there were in contact with two American women there named
Campbell-Mason who were pursuing leads on their sister.  Our officials
there said they were in good health and traveling of their own free will
when they were questioned as being "missing"."

   I waited to hear more, but the caller seemed to be waiting for me.

   "THAT'S ALL?  Nothing else." I demanded.

   "This is all I have.  We have a report from the US embassy there with
your phone as contact looking for 2 missing women.  As of June 16th, they
were alive and well, traveling of their own free will.  They did not have
any other information."

   I waited for more information again until the gentleman asked, "Sir, are
you still there?"

   "Yes, I'm here.  So I am to assume that if I want to report them missing
again I have to wait another 90 days after the 16th of June.  Why aren't
they calling on their cell phones?" I asked.

   "Yes, that is correct Sir.  Once we have a date of information, it's
another 90 days.  We can do little to find people who do not wish to be
found.  As far as the cell phones go, once they go dead many times there
are few places to recharge them to our voltage, and if they do, few cell
towers.  Plus, if they are seeking information they may have had to trade
them to native peoples.  I'm really not sure what they want with them, but
they are a bartering chip."

   "So that's it?" I asked hoping he would spurt forth with more, but he
simply said "Yes, I'm sorry."

   I wasn't sure if I was happy or sad from the information.  On one hand,
I knew they were still alive and supposedly well on June 16th, but what of
them right now?

   I got dressed and went to work.  Ahh, work, my escape.  That was the
only part of my life going right.  I was able to sink my whole self fully
into my work.  I was being considered for a position "upstairs".  It was
basically a bean counter position.  I was able to get so much from my crew
that they wondered if I could institute rules and ways to get the whole
plant working at our pace and productiveness.  After being told I was in
line for this new position as "the contract" was now in full production in
3 of our plants and going online everywhere before end August.

   July 5, 2014

   Fear of promotion may have been the stupidest feeling I've ever had.  I
didn't want to lift my chin from the grindstone.  It had done me well if
keeping my mind off the whole Kettie ordeal and moving to another job,
another office might ruin that distraction.

   I decided to call the one person I felt I could speak to frankly and get
straight answers from without having anything divulged past where I wanted
it to go, Doreen Patterson.  Although I knew her from just one torrid night
together, where before she had just been a name on the executive office
doors, the fact I had my cock in her mouth, my cock in her pussy, the
contents of my balls in her belly and that she was the only executive in
the entire company that demanded I fuck her, should mean something.

   When I called and got the executive front desk and ask for Doreen
Patterson the secretary asked, "Whom may I say is calling?".

   "Matt Cymbol." I said hoping she would at least remember my name without
my pants pulled down in front of her.

   After about 4 minutes I heard a click on the line and her fresh voice.

   "Doreen Patterson.  Is this the Matt Cymbol, ex of Sacramento World
ChipTech."

   "Yes," I said excited that she might WANT to hear my voice.

   "Well, Matt I should tell you that while you work in a different plant,
when you come to town it's VERY inappropriate to think I might find you
THAT irresistible." She said sternly.

   Before I could answer she added, "Calling for a bootie call isn't going
to help your chances at your promotion."

   "Doreen, you have me all wrong.  I respect what you told me that night
and I would never do anything like that.  I'm calling you because although
we hardly know each other, I do know you more intimately than any other
person there.  I need some guidance."

   There was a long silence before she said "You're serious aren't you?"

   "Hey, I did you a favor that night, and I'm not discounting what you did
for me and I'm sure if anyone is keeping score, we are even.  Listen, I
don't want that promotion and I don't want to be offered either.  I know if
I turn it down, I'm screwed in the future.  This is a horrible time in my
life and I need to be immersed in my wheel to keep my head straight.  To
change jobs, I'm afraid I'll break." I explained.

   She seemed skeptical at the time and there was along silence.

   "Doreen, please listen to me.  Let me explain. . . . . . ." and I went
on to explain everything, getting quite emotional as I went along.

   When I finished there was long pause before she asked, "You're really in
love aren't you?"

   "Yes, I am and can you imagine what it's like not knowing if she is dead
or alive, safe or in danger, or ever coming back?" I implored, wondering if
I made a mistake in calling her.

   Maybe she would just call our plant and say I bent and couldn't handle
the heat.

   "Give me your number, let me call you back on another line." She said as
I gave her my cell.

   Two minutes later my cell rang and she started speaking without even
answering my "hello?"

   "Matt, you're a good man, and lucky that I'm just horny enough to have
had a similar experience to ours with a high member in your gig.  He owes
me a favor, I think I can ask him to back off you and tell him I'm looking
forward to a visit the New York plant for the Fall Conference.  If he asks
why I'm just going to tell him you're a special friend and need the break.
He won't see any dip in your work, you won't disappoint him and will likely
be open to ANY promotion in the future."

   "Do you think that will work?" I asked.

   "How long did it take you to forget about the fuck I gave you?" She
asked with a sexy lilt.

   "I never will, why do you think I remembered you and called?"

   "Well, I don't think my New York friend will have any lapse of memory,
and the promise of a repeat may get me more than a favor for you.  Do we
understand?'

   "I understand fully, Ms Patterson."

   "Atta boy Matt.  Just remember you OWE ME now.  You might even be able
to pay it back with what you have in your pants." She whispered.

   "I'm afraid I couldn't do that if she ever makes it home.  I love her
and would never do anything to hurt her." I told her.

   "Atta boy again Matt.  I called you a real man before, and you still
are. Stay true as long as you can Matt, she's a lucky lady and I hope she
gets home safe." Then she hung up abruptly.

   I went back to work and let my mind drift back to production and my
people.  Around 6:45 I was getting ready to shut down my wheel, the last
spoke had finished his mandatory OT after coming in late.  As I locked my
wheel to shut down and save, I heard my intercom ring.

   It was Pete Kensington, the overall plant HR coordinator.

   "Mattie, glad I caught you.  I have some news for you, and I hope you
take it the right way."

   "What do you mean Pete?"

   "We were called into a little meeting this afternoon, the executive
board, and until we get the contract in full swing and ahead of the game,
you're staying put.  You mean too much to us as a production leader, and to
put a dent in the lead you take with this contract, we can't afford to move
you.  I'm sorry, but when the next position that comes up seems to fit your
skills, we'll talk.  You didn't do anything wrong, actually, you did too
much right.  We all know how important you are to our plants success. 
Don't be disappointed, we KNOW who and what you are and mean to us.  Raise
reviews will be around soon and your name will come up, for sure.  OK?"

   "Umm . .  that's fine Pete.  I'm really happy where I am right now.  No
disappointment here.  I know I'm appreciated.  Thanks for the heads up
though."

   Ahh, bullet dodged!  The only thing it left me with was wondering just
WHO Doreen had screwed in our executive office.  Whoever it was, I'm sure
they were as happy as she had made me.

   September 15, 2014 Monday

   I had spent Sunday, the opening day of the Sunday NFL season, getting my
ducks in a row to call and report Kettie and Marcy as missing and in
possible danger.  This time besides the State Department I wanted to
contact at least one of the local TV stations to maybe put a little
pressure on the government and the Secretary of State's NY envoy to do
SOMETHING is locating them.  All the phone calls I had made to worldwide
embassies bore no fruit since I was no relation at all to either woman. 
Then as if they had waited until the last minute, I got another phone call
from a person who identified themselves as a representative of the State
Department who had direct contact with a person familiar with the sect of
suspect missionaries known as servidoras.

   "Be aware that these people who call themselves servidoras are NOT The
Servants Of The Lord and The Virgin of Matara.  That Catholic group is
known in some Spanish speaking nations as Servidoras.  This group uses the
name to get their foot in the door in many places because the name is just
a AKA for lesser educated peoples the real Catholic group serves.  In any
event, a person inside the group who is aware of your plight and that of
the women you seek says to please be patient and stay low, almost acting as
is you have given up."

   "This sound like a load of shit, and you know it!" I exploded.

   "Sir, you haven't found them and haven't turned any clues in months,
this is the best we can do and we feel this is reputable.  Now may I
finish?"

   I sighed knowing I had no real choice and asked him to go on.

   "Every place the 2 women have went, their sister was moved as soon as
they began asking questions and snooped.  They have been schooled to stay
put now in Suriname.  It can be a dangerous place and they have laid low.
As the servidoras get more confident that they are not being watched, and
they may be aided by the corrupt government there who may be part of their
funding, they let their sister out in the open more.  She cooks, gardens,
tends to crops, all like that."

   "HOW CAN YOU KNOW SO MUCH AND NOT DO ANYTHING ABOUT GETTING ALL OF THEM
BACK ON U.S.  SOIL?" I screeched.

   "Sir, patience." He said calmly.

   "Now, it has come to the attention of those who have spoken with them
that their sister is diagnosed as having Alzheimer's.  We believe if she is
cooking, gardening etc, that she probably doesn't have it.  Menial skills
like that become huge tasks and she would be of little use to the group if
she had it.  So she may have been told she was sick, but we doubt it if
reports are true.  Understand that this case is low profile, and is not on
any list of rescue projects because we want to be as stealth as possible.
Once she is out in the open for any length of time they should be able to
swoop in for her.  They have passage for her, documents and the like.  They
must do this as quietly as possible and not raise suspicions of any local
law that is connected to the government there.  It's why you haven't heard
anything.  These two women are very brave and understand their danger. 
Patience, I stress.  This could be weeks, months to resolve.  DO NOT pursue
this again, please." He stressed again and then hung up.

   Now I was faced with a dilemma; did I believe this person whose caller
ID was Dept of State, but the number was x'ed.  Would calling to check on
the veracity of his claims be construed as "pursuing this"or not?  I
checked the internet and saw that Suriname was not a place for someone to
be who did not belong there.  I feared for her.  The only other person I
knew that was aware of what I was doing was Eddie G, the bartender at The
Pool Bar.  He didn't have the exact details, but he had the gist of what
was happening.

   After a few drinks I filled him in on what progress I had made in
locating Kettie.  (He only knew Kettie as a bar regular and my girlfriend).

   He saw me getting emotional and poured me another vodka and pushed it up
to me while leaning over to speak privately.

   "Man, let me give you this advice, and this is for your head before you
drive yourself crazy.  You've told me more than once that you were
convinced you may never see her again and you had no way of knowing
anything unless she called you.  Hard as it sounds, go on the assumption
you'll never see her again and get on with your life before you drive
yourself to a nervous breakdown or stroke.  Life is too short.  You know if
she CAN come back, she will.  Be happy with that thought."

   As hard as that was to swallow, Eddie G was right.  I had to move on at
some point.  I could end up being 50 years old and checking to see a light
on in her apartment everyday.  I went home that night telling myself to get
on, but as soon as I went in the townhouse, I saw the message light
flashing.

   "Matt, this is Kendall from ABG freight.  We haven't spoken in a while
and I want to update you on some things.  We've lost some exclusivity deals
because she is a little underfunded right now and you didn't sign off on a
couple deals I sent you.  Call me, no matter what time you get in.  I'm in
the dispatch office all night."

   I dialed Kendall's number and we had a long conversation about money and
contacts.  I gave him my number at work with an ID tag to use to be sure
his calls were always put through to me.  It seems there was a warehouse
deal of TV's I didn't OK payment to.  Kendall bought them himself and sold
them through Ketties normal channels.

   "I can't do this anymore man, if you're not going to back me up.  I had
to sweat getting paid and defaulting on a ton of other shit.  I took 15% on
that deal because 8% wasn't worth the aggravation.  Right now her account
is under funded by about 40K for deals coming up.  There's a clearout on
TV's without the SMART feature.  They have a lot and I'm sure she would
take them, and I'm sure we can move them.  If I can't commit to this
broker, he will go elsewhere and she'll be put in a negotiating stage
having to bid and put money up front.  The key to her success was having a
pile of dough to instant pay this broker, this one in particular.  Can you
help me?"

   "Is she losing money?  How can she be underfunded?"

   "I think she has a watermark on the amount in this account and when it
reaches that, they draw it off to a CD account.  I don't have access to
that account, do you?"

   "No," I answered.  "I'm aware of it, but I wasn't aware of the
draw-off." I said as I wondered if she was drawing and transferring funds
to keep going on her "rescue mission".

   After a few moments of silence I spoke.  "I can fund the 40K this week.
DO NOT break any of her promises."

   "So how is she doing, how's her little whirlwind tour of the world
going?" Kendall asked.

   "Well, from what I hear.  I'll tell her you asked about her when she
gets back to me again."

   "Great!  I'd like to meet her in person sometime." He said before
hanging up.

   After talking to him I was convinced that the 8% spiff he was taking
must be far and above any deal he has.  I suspected, more than he was
making at his dispatchers job.  I just hoped he was honest and on the
level, but Kettie was a pretty good judge of character.

   October 5th, 2014

   I dreamt of Kettie last night and prayed to God at church that she would
just call me, some how, some way.  My prayer must have been heard in some
little way as during the football games that afternoon I got a call and the
Caller ID read Dept of State.

   "You've been good and patient, keeping the waters still and I think it's
helped.  From what we know both ladies are OK, surviving OK in Suriname.  A
person we have inside the group doesn't think the group is aware they are
local, but they are not letting their sister have the little freedoms we
expected."

   "Why don't you just go in and get her and end this hell!!" I asked
losing my cool.

   "Without divulging too much; we know this group is funding terrorist
activities through their so called "Mission".  We have to find the
connections and when we do we'll break the whole thing up, but we aren't
100 percent sure that the Suriname government isn't in cahoots with the
whole operation.  We can't show our hand.  But, I have good news if all
works out.  If our "friend" inside can be trusted, they are moving the
woman being sought to Cuba as a preemptive move since things have been so
quiet.  Once she goes there, we can grab her with no questions asked by the
Cuban government, since we have opened up some trade and commerce channels
with them, including tourism.  When that happens we will extract the two
ladies and get them to a place where they can get home from.  It's
imperative that everything I've told you remains confidential and you STILL
don't make any efforts to make this an incident, it would shut down a lot
of operations we have going with our agencies."

   "What agencies?" I asked.

   "Too many questions.  You can figure it out.  You won't hear from me
until we've extracted the woman, Could be 2 days, 2 weeks, 2 months, who
knows?"

   "Can I get your name?" I asked.

   "What part of too many questions do you have trouble with?  They put
themselves in this position and unfortunately you have to live with it." He
said before hanging up.

   I figured the agencies he spoke of were the CIA and FBI, not to mention
other covert groups.  I saw a pattern of him calling on Sundays often, so I
began to figure he was in a place where it was Monday, and the call was
being relayed through a stateside phone, but that was only a guess.

   I tried to watch the end of the games, but my mind was full of all of
this undercover and covert talk wondering if I were being played as a patsy
myself.  I even contemplated NOT answering the phone if I saw his name on
the caller ID again.  Were the girls already lost, but they needed to make
sure I didn't raise a red flag for other reasons.  I downed my vodka and
settled in watch the rest of the last game, but I fell asleep.

   It was after 11 pm when I woke up in the chair with the late news
playing on the TV.  I picked up a little and went to bed.  While laying
there, unable to sleep after my 3 hour alcohol induced nap I began to wrap
my head around just going ahead with my life.  If Kettie ever came home, it
would be great, but it had been 9 months and the days of chasing every door
I heard close outside, chasing every ring of the phone hoping to see her
name on the ID were over.  What would I do if she never came home?  Spend
my life as a monk?  If she had keeled over and died back in January I would
surely be ready to get on with my life now.  I could no longer try to
control things I had no control over.  I was pretty sick of jerking off a
few times a week to relieve stress, a little female company would be nice,
even if just to talk to.  I certainly wasn't looking for a girlfriend.

   Chapter Ten

   October 14th, 2014

   Wednesday night, I went to Happy Hour at The Pool Bar.  It was the only
night during the week when they had Happy Hour.  Wednesday was payday for
the State, and the following Wednesday was ChipTech payday, so either
Wednesday, there were folks with new money in their pocket and a little
stress to burn off.  I liked it because they had hors deuvres and that was
dinner for me.  A couple chicken wings, mini egg rolls and pizza made a
nice combo with a couple beers before I polished off a vodka, went home and
went to bed.

   I got there about 6:15 and as usual Eddie G, the bartender had pulled a
stool from the front of the bar and slid it under the hostess flip up so
when I came in I would have a seat at the end of the bar and he and I would
prattle on about everything from politics to the quality of women in house
that night.  It was classic guy talk.

   He smiled and nodded to me when I came in, there was a particularly big
crowd in that night.  Chessie the hostess was behind the bar with him at
the time, leaving just a new waitress to handle the tables so the bar could
keep up until the fade of the crowd after the food waned.

   While he mixed drinks we talked about the previous Sunday Jets game and
then a bill passed in Congress announced that day.  When he would see a
nice looking gal walk in he would just nod in her direction for me notice.
He would make little comments like "I'd love to see how she gets in those
jeans", to which I would answer, "I'd rather see how she get's OUT of them"
and we would chuckle.  After I had scarfed down my plate of goodies the
food began to dry up and people began to leave enough that Chessie was able
to go to the floor to take care of tables while the new girls began wiping
down the empty ones.

   I heard the door open and shut and figured it was someone leaving but a
hand came down on my shoulder and a sweet voice whispered in my ear "New in
town Sailor?"

   I turned quickly to see Marianne Preston, whom I hadn't seen in months.
She had been aware I was stopping in to pay Kettie's mortgage payment for a
couple months, but she kept asking question about her supposed "trip
throughout Europe" story I told people she was on with her sister.

   "Hello, Marianne it's nice to see you.  Can I buy you a drink?" I asked.

   "No, I can buy my own, but thank you.  My fiancé wouldn't approve of a
strange man buying me a drink."

   "I'm strange?" I asked.

   She flushed red and whispered, "No, you certainly aren't strange to me.
We've had our moments, but in the end you changed my life, at least the
course of my marriage."

   "How's that?" I wondered, having an idea but not totally clear.

   Ahhh, well . . . .  can we go to a table to talk privately?" She asked.

   "OK . .  umm Eddie can you ask Chessie to bring me another vodka rocks
and . .  ?" I said as I looked to Eddie then Marianne.

   "Midori Sour." She said.

   We went to a table right next to the jukebox, which was good because the
speakers were actually on the other side of the room, near the little dance
floor.

   We sat and she started talking first.  "You remember that I broke off my
engagement after I realized that he took me for granted in every way and he
enjoyed that control a bit too much." She said finishing her words with a
little wave of her hand as if to say Shhhh as Chessie came by with our
drinks.

   Marianne flushed red again and looked at me with a fear in her eyes
saying, "Until you, I didn't realize that I was supposed to enjoy sex as
much or more than him.  After my naughty night with you I realized that sex
was fun, not a job, or something I had to do.  God, I feel like such a
naïve ass for admitting this to you."

   "That's OK Mare, do you think you're alone?  You're not.  There's a lot
of frustrated women out there whose Mothers and religions put ideas in
their heads." I said with a knowing grin.

   "Well, that wasn't entirely me, but close.  Anyway when he and I started
dating he expected to bring me home or to his apartment, get on me and roll
off a minute or two later and fall asleep.  When he started making his
usual moves I pulled away and told him that he wasn't getting satisfied
until I was.  He asked how and I taught him the places a lady likes to be
touched and how, and then I pushed his head down there and told him to use
his imagination."

   "Wow, you must have shocked him." I said with a big grin.

   "I guess I did, he got up and left!  He didn't call me for a couple
days."

   "And when he did?"

   "I agreed to go to dinner with him and afterwards invited him back to my
place.  We started to neck and he began his usual moves.  I told him I was
going to show him how to please me and to pay attention.  I reached over
and undid his pants and went down on him.  I think his eyes crossed for a
couple days.  He had no idea that people besides porn stars and prostitutes
did that.  I finished him and he was speechless.  I used the same advance I
had before with him, but this time he did a little on the job training
going down on me.  Since then, he's learned a lot from me, and I suspect a
few adult movies because now we have this great sex life and I love him
more than ever.  So as mean as you were to me, I've realized it was tough
love, in a sexual way.  I came onto you but you took control and put me
past anyplace I had ever been."

   "To be truthful, I thought, here was this young thing wanting a quick
fling and she doesn't know what she's getting into.  A lot of me would have
done awful things to you and left you to cry yourself to sleep.  I just
wanted to show you what was going on.  You wanted a romance novel affair,
and they don't happen in real life."

   "I know that now and I'm sorry for being so naïve and eventually so mean
to you." She said, again blushing.

   "I'm, just glad you took something away from your time with me. 
Remember, I told you that if you just consented to go on a date with me I
could have shown you a great time and brought you back to my place and we
could have been, what did you call it? . . .  Zipless.  You worried too
much what two people who hook up do the next day, and unless it's a special
situation, it's nothing.  We got together, enjoyed each other, and closed
the book."

   "I know that now.  I had one other little fling with a guy I knew from a
corporate meeting and it worked that way.  I'll admit you were right, if it
will make you happy." She said snottily.

   "That wasn't what I wanted.  I just wanted a woman who seemed to be
clueless to find out what part of life she was missing and to enjoy herself
and not get bogged down in a situation she couldn't get out of." I
insisted.

   "OK, let's not argue again, I like you much better when I'm not fighting
with you."

   "Remember, YOU fought with me, I NEVER fought with you." I insisted.

   "Point taken." she said and then quickly tried to change the subject.

   "So, what do you hear from Kettie?  Is she about done with her hike
around Europe?" She asked.

   Somehow, hearing those words from her just tore at me and I welled up
and nearly broke down and blubbered right there, but I swallowed hard and
looked at her with welled eyes shaking my head.  "I haven't heard from her
in months and I really don't know if she's ever coming home.  I'm sorry, I
have to go!" I said as I suddenly got up and went out the door as fast I
could without running and making a scene.

   Besides Eddie G, no one else really knew the score with Kettie.  He had
become an easy friend to talk to and we were on the same page in life, it
seemed.  He was a typical bartenders ear, and he was like the confessional
at church, nothing went beyond our bonded words.

   I went directly home and sat on the sofa and cried before I calmed down
to a point where I could draw a full breath and not choke up again.  Saying
the words aloud ripped at me.  Suddenly I was so pissed off at Kettie,
asking myself, "How the FUCK could she NOT find SOME WAY to call me for TEN
FUCKING MONTHS?"

   All I knew was that she was in Suriname where there was a president
accused of murder and convicted for drug smuggling.  Gold miners and outlaw
timber harvesters, most of them foreigners drawn to the lack of stable law.
Roads that end not far beyond the capital, leaving travelers with the
choice of either taking rough hewn canoes through rivers infested with the
likes of anaconda and piranha, not to mention giardia (beaver fever) or to
hire small planes.  Suddenly Eddie G's words hung high in my head.  Just
think of her as never returning, as if she had passed away.  Get on with my
life.

   I poured myself another glass of vodka and peeled a long twist from the
last lemon in the fridge.  I could envision it now; sit on the sofa, down
the alcohol and fall asleep, probably not to wake until morning.  That
would be fine with me, to let the booze lull me to sleep, instead of
staring at the ceiling and asking WHY, over and over again.

   About 2 sips in I heard a knock at the door and I contemplated just
ignoring it, but it was still fairly early, before 9, so I answered it,
expecting to see Brendan, who stopped down from time to time to say hello,
since I wasn't seeing him at the pool in the cold months.

   I was totally surprised to see Marianne Preston on my door step.

   "Matt, I'm so sorry for upsetting you so.  I had no idea that you and
Kettie had broken up and you took it so hard.  I just thought she was on
that bicycle tour or whatever it was in Europe." She said as she stepped
inside, despite the fact I hadn't invited her.

   I was going to try and explain away my reactions citing that I hadn't
heard from her in so long, but she stepped to me and put her arms around
me, patting me on the back.

   "I hate to see you so upset over this, I know you really cared for her.
Don't automatically think she has gotten past you.  She may have valid
reasons for her silence, but you shouldn't sit back and wait for her after
all that time, what did you say?  Months?"

   I just nodded and she pulled back and kissed me on the cheek.

   "Matt, girls here in the development think you would be quite a catch
and were jealous of Kettie when she snagged you.  You know I never got
along too well with her, but if she made you happy, why should I care?  You
don't mind that I came in, did you?" She asked as she obviously planned on
staying.

   "I see you have a drink, would you like me to drink with you?  I can
have one more and still drive home.  If you want to talk and get things off
your chest I'll be a good listener."

   The only drink I really had fixings for was a vodka or gin tonic, unless
she wanted it up like me, but she took a vodka tonic and we sat on the sofa
and talked.

   She told me about her wedding plans and then plans for one more
expansion of McCrea-Gates.  Her soft voice and sexy mannerisms had me a
little excited and when she saw my drink was empty she reached and took my
glass.

   "Here, let me fill you one more time.  You stay put, I see the bottle
and the ice bucket."

   When she turned I took advantage of the moment to adjust myself and give
my junk a squeeze.  Maybe because I knew what she looked like without her
clothes already kept me from making a move on her, especially since she
seemed to "blame" me for whatever happened in the past.

   When she came back to the sofa with my drink I couldn't help but smell
her fresh clean, almost soapy fragrance.  I told myself she must have just
gotten out of the shower before coming over to The Pool Bar.  NOW, she was
exciting me and I didn't want to instigate anything and have her leave in a
mortified huff.  I LIKED being friendly with her.

   When she sat back down she was about a foot closer than before and her
fragrance permeated my space even more.  God, tonight when I jacked off I
was going to think about someone besides Kettie and THAT was exciting.

   "You know, you have your fiancé to go home to, why waste your time with
this sentimental downer.  You should go and be with him.  I'm so glad you
two got your act together." I said sincerely in a way that I was sure she
didn't think I was trying to get rid of her.

   "Nonsense!  I want to help you through your emotions.  Besides, he's in
Denver until Friday night.  His company is planning their marketing for the
January CES show." She said as she adjusted herself to move a bit closer to
me.

   "You fulfilled my life in so many ways and made the path for my fiancé
and me much clearer.  I've never known such feelings of love and pleasure,
plus so confident of my future.' She said as she bent and kissed my cheek.'

   "Marianne, you can't mean what I'm thinking.  We shouldn't," I said to
her suddenly fearful of what could happen.

   "I know we shouldn't, but in my mind I owe you and I can't see my
confident instructor like this." She said as her hand went to my upper
thigh and she turned her face to me, real close.

   "Besides, I can show you how well you've taught me, and maybe even show
me something new, more advanced." She purred suggestively as her mouth got
closer to mine.

   Before I could protest her lips were pasted to mine and it would be a
huge lie to say it didn't feel good, and exhilarating to have a woman this
close to me again.

   We necked furiously for a few minutes and I moved my hands around her
and held her tightly and then the hand she had on my upper thigh moved and
took hold of my package, at fist cradling my balls and then grabbing the
length of my suddenly steeled cock..

   She slid her mouth off me and hugged her head to mine and whispered.

   "Let this happen.  I can justify it in my head and I'll feel like I've
made up for all of the shit I gave you over the last year or so.  If I
hadn't been with you I would either be alone or stuck in a marriage of HIS
convenience leaving me miserable."

   Before I could respond or even let her words sink in she adjusted
herself to bend and lean one her forearm against my thigh while her other
hand busied itself opening my belt.  She made quick work of my pants button
and zipper and she was reaching into my boxer briefs to take out my now
rock hard penis.

   "Cocks are so cute and beautiful and I'll always remember the first one
I ever tasted." She whispered before her mouth went over me and I almost
thought I might cum right in her mouth at that moment, it felt so good.

   She moved her lips down and over the head several times before coming
back up and looking me square in the eye.

   "It's really quite pleasurable for you I know," She said while her hand
was wrapped around my shaft and her thumb was gliding back and forth over
the spit slippery helmet of my soldier.

   "I love it too because someone taught me not to be afraid; a kind man
who only wanted me to enjoy being a woman.  I may have accepted that more
graciously from him, but I chose to let my worries of what I might think of
myself get in the way of the pleasures of life.  I know better now." She
said in a sexy toned soft voice before smiling a sexy little smile and
going back down on me, again taking my breath away.

   I reached out and placed my hand on her back and slid it down over her
blazer to where her blouse and jeans met.  I reached as far as I could to
hold the cheek of her ass.  Her jeans were faux jeans, they looked like
denim, but felt like real soft cotton fabric, a light material that denied
its look.  It made her smooth round ass feel even more perfect.

   My mind was going a bit scatter-minded as I remembered her lovely
breasts, small but wide with deep rouge areola and nipples.  I drew my hand
up from cupping her butt cheek and tried to get under her to her breast but
she popped me out of her mouth and sat up again.

   "As good as my mouth feels on you, I want to feel that same sensation.
Bring me back to your bed.  I want to be sure that you know you're loved
and appreciated in a certain way that words can't express."

   "But you're enga . . . . . ." I started to warn her about doing
something she might regret.

   "SHHHHH!" She said as a finger went to my lips and she started to stand
up.

   "If not for you I wouldn't be engaged, and I wouldn't know the pleasures
that make me a passionate woman.  I want this and I want you to want this
too.  It's to get your mind back on track into reality.  You know how to
love a woman passionately without attaching yourself and leave us both
respecting ourselves with no guilt.  Do that again tonight."

   I still feared her walk of shame regrets in the morning, so, risking the
whole thing blowing up, I asked, "You're not concerned with cheating on
your fiancé?"

   "Matt, if I considered this cheating I would not be here with you.  Be
SURE of that.  I'm not here to get something I can't get with him.  I'm
here for you, like you were there for me when my body cried out.  Now stand
up and step out of those pants and let's move this to the bedroom."

   I did as she said and my pants fell to the floor and she knelt to hold
them so I could step out of them.  She paused for a second and gave me a
kiss right on my shaft.  She HAD learned to be a sensuous and sensual
woman.

   I started for the bedroom, she pulling me by the arm in tow.  I was
waiting for the guilt to set in, to have to tell her that until I knew what
the story with Kettie was, I couldn't be with her, But remembering the
tight little body of Marianne Preston that I took control of in a hotel
room over a year ago made the guilt go away.  I knew I wasn't doing this in
an effort to reject or say goodbye to Kettie, it was to keep a certain
sanity about me in knowing I could carry on after her if need be.  I could
do zipless and not feel a heart pang for Marianne later, she was definitely
MY type, personality wise, even though she was playing the role of "Angel
of Mercy" this night.

   I turned back the sheets and began to undo my shirt when I looked to see
her shucking her blazer and exposing her blouse that she obviously wore no
bra under.  Those wide dark areola with her hard buds were like high beams
on the freeway.

   "God, Matt, don't drool!  Get in the bed and I'll join you in a second."
She said with a chuckle as she undid her slacks and she stepped out of them
and turned to set them after she neatly folded them.  God what a shapely
little ass she had!

   She quickly went to work at unbuttoning her blouse.  In seconds it came
off and she turned to me and the moment I saw her breasts, those wide
handfuls and her pink little pussy, all shaved and neat and clean, I was
in!

   ""I'm going to eat every fucking inch of you Mare.  You smell so clean,
fresh, and soapy, I don't know who you were planning on meeting tonight,
but I'm glad I ran into you." I said, almost salivating

   "I had an appointment to show a place and I went home after work and
showered to come back and meet him in front of the Pool Bar, but he called
and cancelled just as I pulled in.  I was just going in to tell Eddie when
I saw you.  We use Eddie's place as a furnished model, the one we're
actually selling isn't finished yet." She said nonchalantly as she put her
blouse on top of her folded slacks.

   When she turned to slip into the bed I wasted no time getting all over
her, kissing her mouth with passion and running my hands over her lithe
body.  If I could have taken bites from her flesh, I might have, I was so
hungry for her.  I think she was taken by surprise by me rolling right onto
her, but after a quick realization of what I wanted her tongue shot down my
throat and her hips were moving to seek my hardness.

   We necked furiously like two school kids hidden in the cellar or pantry
and I felt her wetness with the tip of my cock a few times, but I wasn't
seeking my end that fast, for sure.  My hands went up to her wonderful
breasts that I can only describe as full and wide, not round like a ball.
If I put my hands together touching my thumbs and forefingers with the rest
of my fingers together, my hands would fit right over each breast, . .  yes
THAT WIDE, and on her smallish frame they were so inviting with areola and
nipples like that of a nursing mother, ruby colored so baby could find
them.

   I began to work my way down her body and snag one of her nipples in my
mouth while my other hand clawed her other breast amid her grunts and
groans of pleasure, until I switched sides, noticing that I left each one
red and marked like a well pinch cheek or spanked bottom.  I slid further
down her body getting my hands under her to hold each side of her ass as I
ate her belly button and kissed my way down to her pussy as I slid my hands
from under her to the backs of her thighs to push her legs up as my face
settled in her crotch.  I felt the pressure on my hands ease as she grabbed
her legs and locked them in the crux of her arms.  Ahhh, she was "all in"
on being eaten, and eaten long and sloppily.  She moaned and groaned loudly
with little peaks of pleasure and cries escaped her mouth.  I love seeing
how deep I can get my tongue and fingers in a woman, and she was loving it.
Then I would center back to her clit until she could barely take any more,
before I would go back to gnawing on her labia and thrusting my tongue and
fingers in her again.  When her cries of pleasure filled the room for the
third time I moved my face down past her sweet box to her tight, pink
asshole.  If she was mortified by the first time I had done this to her
(while she made no effort to stop me at the time and only protested later)
I felt her pull her legs a little tighter to give me more access.

   The sounds she made as my tongue washed over her little ring told me she
liked my licking.  I began to tongue her hard centering at the center and I
felt her relax and the little hole open a bit.  I drilled it hard while she
peaked and cried out again, enjoying herself beyond her own realm of
imagination.  Once I began to taste the sweet bitterness of her core I left
the little notch and went back to her pussy.  Once I latched onto her clit
with my lips to distract her, my finger found her asshole.  She had shocked
the first time I placed my thumb at her little aperture at our first tryst,
but this time she didn't jump away.

   She did moan and jump when I first pushed in, but didn't show any
resistance after that.  My tongue danced on her clit while my middle
finger, aided by her own juices, plumbed in and out of her receptive
asshole.  While she hummed, groaned, and ahhed at the digital and oral
pleasure I was bringing her I felt her mound seem to have little quakes or
vibrations under my mouth.  She began to puff and flounder a bit, as if
confused.  She unlocked her legs and seemed in a panic.  I picked my head
up from her sweet snatch and saw she was spread open as if she were going
to pass something from within.  It was then I realized she was going to
squirt, or at least her body wanted to.  I think she was frightened she
might be about to pee.  From my bent position on my knees between her
thighs I slid one finger up behind her clit and pressed while rubbing and
she screamed exhilaration as her pussy pushed a short fountain of fluid
while I saw it flow a steady stream out and over my hand and finger still
in her ass.  As the spasm passed I looked to her face and she had an
exhilarating look about her face while she sighed and then relocked her
legs with her arms.  However, I was through eating her, my cock was about
to burst.  I dropped my finger from her ass and bent to lick her one more
time before I rose to my knees and found her sopping pussy.

   As I plunged into her she grunted and smiled, pushing herself up to meet
each thrust.

   "Fuck me silly, you bad, bad boy!" She cried out.

   "I can't last Marianne, but I can go again.  Where do you want it?" I
said franticly.

   "Fill me up!  Fuck me hard!" She said breathlessly.

   I lasted about 5 more pumps and let go a load inside of her like I
hadn't planted in a long time.  As I grunted and moaned my pleasure she was
pushing her hips up to meet my every stroke until I was through and fell
onto her.

   She whispered her thanks and gratitude in my ear for the "wonderful"
orgasms she had experienced saying "another first for me, why do you make
me so crazy?  You know all the spots."

   I sat up and smiled down at her as my dick popped out of her.  I watched
as she pushed out a steady stream of my cum.

   "Oh, I'm going to make a mess!" She said suddenly trying to cup her hand
over herself.

   "Don't worry, the bed is already wet from your squirt, cum won't make a
difference.  I have a washing machine." I panted as I sat back and rested,
affording her a chance to un-pretzel herself and stretch, but she sat right
up to her knees and bent to take me in her mouth.

   Her strokes up and down were long and wet, not caring that she was
tasting my cum (again) and her pussy.  She skootched up a bit closer and
put a hand under my balls as she sucked at me.  If I had begun to deflate
at all, she had me blown back up again.

   "My God, Marianne you've gotten very good at that!" I moaned, wishing I
hadn't thinking she might think I was dis-respecting her.

   "I like sucking dick, and I'm a pretty good cocksucker according to
Ritchie, and now you."

   "Ritchie?  You've never told me his name before, or is Ritchie someone
else?"

   She popped up and gave me a shit-eating grin, "And we were getting along
so well.  There no one else.  I've fantasized about meeting a stranger, but
Ritchie is such a different lover now, he IS like a stranger.  Hopefully I
can teach him to be as good as you.  His lover, your slut, that's all, and
that's how I LIKE it.  Just know that this will probably never happen
again."

   She went back to sucking me and I responded to her with one word,
"Probably?"

   She slipped me from her mouth without sitting up, but looked up from her
position, "Your Kettie will come back, she has to miss this sooner or
later. If I could keep you in the closet for my needs all the time I
would."

   I thought the mention of Kettie would deflate me, but maybe the thought
of my making love to her spurred me on even more.  I pulled back from her
mouth and moved behind her, me standing and her ass still bent over on the
bed.  There was still a blob of my cum on the lips of her pussy and I
pulled it down before stuffing my cock back into her.

   "Ohhh God, fuck me Matt.  Jam that thing in me.  Give me a nice long
fuck.  I've got to show him how to go twice.  He loves it when I suck him."
"Not what a guy wants to hear from his partner!" I warned her as she nodded
and lowered her head.

   She was near folded flat on the bed as I stood behind her and plowed
her. I knew I could get a lot deeper into her if I got on the bed and she
was on all fours, but she was especially tight this way.  She felt so good
and I knew I was going to last a long time after cumming once so I had no
reason to be impatient.

   "Am I being a bad enough girl to be spanked?' She asked.

   "You've learned some new tricks someplace." I said as I stung her ass
once with my open hand.

   "Ohh, that is intense.  New Tricks only here or home, but I do have an
imagination." She said as I rained another smack down on her other side.

   "Make my ass red, you fucker!" She said in answer to my second ass slap.

   I slapped each side of her ass hard in rapid succession, telling myself
I was done with that.  Any more than that would be kinky, but her red ass
was delightful to look at.

   I pulled back and asked her to move up on the bed as I got on behind
her. She was still crouched down and I tapped her ass, lightly this time,
saying "Ass up, shoulders down."

   "Yes, hit the back of my throat with your fat dick." She said urging me
on.

   I knelt behind her and plowed her good, railing her pussy while she
shouted her approval and orgasms.  After 10 or 15 strokes I looked down at
her reddened ass and the dilated little hole she presented me and I was
overtaken by the urge to thumb her, such a pretty coral little asshole in
the middle of that white crease surrounded by the bright red of her spanked
cheeks.

   I dropped a load of saliva on her and before she could wonder what, my
thumb went all the way in her ass.  She bolted forward little, but that was
taking her off my cock, and she didn't want that.  In no more than a minute
she was rutting back onto me, both thumb and penis.

   She began to try to thrash under me, but doing so was ruining the
rhythmic steel she was getting applied.  Marianne tried to speak, or at
least orate the thrill she was feeling but everything came out in shorts
snippets of voice and wail.  I felt her hand go to the flat just above my
junk, her signal to stop me and I respected that.  I stayed impaled in her
with my hand still resting on her coccyx with my thumb still part of her.

   We both huffed and puffed for a moment and she spoke first.

   "God, I thought my heart was going to explode.  That was incredible, you
fucker, and I mean that in the most complimentary way." And then she pulled
from me and spun and put her mouth over me.

   I was ready to get her blowjob to finish me but after 4 or 5 strokes of
her mouth she turned her back to me and dropped to her shoulders and knees.

   "Finish the job.  If not now, when?" She asked emphatically.

   "I thought you were too sore." I asked.

   "Not in my pussy, take my ass." She said and I was hesitant until she
said "Before I lose my courage!"

   I knelt up to her and moved the head of my cock to her little hole and
tried to push in, but each of 3 tries had me go up her vagina.  She was
fighting it and our angle was just wrong.

   "Get on your back in front of me." I said like I had it planned all
along.

   She flipped over and looked at me with fear, locking her legs up with
her arms once again

   "Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked wondering how easy it
might be to talk her out of this, figuring the easier it was, the less she
was really committed to it.

   "Let's try it while I still want this."

   Her words were my commitment from her.  I reached into the drawer next
to me and took out my trusty bottle of KY liquid lube.  I let it run over
her pussy and I ran my hand over it, my middle finger right through the
furrow of her pussy and I pushed some of the liquid lube to her little
ring. I put a line of the oil on my cock and pressed it into her pink
pussy. She sighed and rolled her eyes as I pumped 6 or 8 times as she
seemed to settling in for another fuck.  But I withdrew and drew my cock up
the crease of her sexy bottom until it wedged at her little hole.  I barely
paused there before I pushed.  She barely got the words "OH NO!" out and I
was head deep in her ass while she drew a deep breath, winced, and closed
her eyes turning her face away from me.

   "Deep breaths and relax.  It's in you now, push onto me." I whispered.

   She made a face and pushed, as I asked.  I was half way home and she
stopped with a look of panic on her face.

   "If you don't relax and want to be convinced you might like this you
have to let go Mare.  Let me take you now, your work is done."

   "It hurts less now, but the burn is still there."

   "Be patient for a few seconds more, I'll move a little, but you have to
let go and think you can enjoy this.  This is for both of us, otherwise we
can stop." I said trying to gauge her real feelings.

   I pushed and pulled a little bit with her alarmed warning "Not too
much".

   "Marianne you have over half in you and the worst part is over."

   "OK,OK, try some more but I don't think it fits.  You're so big." She
sighed ready to give up.

   "Two things Mare, #1 this was YOUR idea, and now #2, give me your hand."
I said as I took her hand and showed her I was flush to her bottom, all the
way up her.

   "Oh my God, no wonder I feel so full."

   "Are you OK?" I asked.

   "I'm a little overwhelmed that it's in me, and it does hurt, but it's
going away.  I just don't want you to move." She asked with a quiver in her
voice.

   She sighed and said "I never, ever thought this would happen, and I
don't mean with you, I mean with me.  But, you made me feel real good back
there.  I have girlfriend who loves this and tells me how good it can be,
but that it's never easy getting started."

   "Why don't you just be quiet and let it happen." I suggested.

   "Why the fascination with it with guys?" She asked, really trying to
stall now.

   "Forbidden fruit, tight glove fit, and when a woman learns to enjoy it,
they have crazy new orgasms.  Oh, and you have a real nice ass and bumping
it seems like it would be incredible." I said in an impatient tone.

   "Thank you and I'll shut up now." She said with an almost tearful smile.

   "You're OK?" I double checked and she nodded.

   I began to short stroke her, a little out, then a push in.  I put my
thumb on her clit to encourage her to enjoy the feelings.  She sighed and
groaned made some noises that sounded like she was enjoying it, but I
wasn't totally sure.

   "We can stop." I said, worried she might "blame" me for something.

   "NO!  Let's do this.  I'm a big girl and want this to happen."

   I took my little bottle of lube and drizzled some at our union and began
to move a little faster, but in short strokes and that was when I saw her
eyes roll back in her head and she steeled herself to enjoy an orgasmic
spasm.  I suspected it was coming from a place she never had one before. 
Her legs that she was holding back tentatively now seemed to rest into
place, fully relaxed, and I began to rail her a bit.  Not the piston like
fucking I gave her a few minutes before, but a steady stroke and then
suddenly she began to hum and wail guttural noises, followed by a cheer, of
fuck, fuck, fuck, while I felt her beginning to push at me a bit and
breathe like she was really getting into it.

   "Oh God Matt, it's really stirring things up, I can't do this much more.
It's so good, but it's starting to burn.  We should stop!"

   I stayed pressed into her looking into her eyes and I could see she was
trying to smile around tears.

   "I'm coming out now, are you OK?"

   "Yes," she insisted, "I'm fine, it's just an all new feeling and we
should have prepared more, but I know I can do it and enjoy it.  It's like
being a virgin all over again."

   She bounced up from the bed and rushed to the bathroom and I know she
was expelling air I had pushed into her.  She was embarrassed and I
understood.  She came out a few minutes later with a towel she found and
instead of getting back in bed with me, she knelt on the floor.

   "Let me clean your pretty cock and get you to give me a nice little
surprise."

   I had deflated a bit since we were joined but her pretty little hands
working me with the towel had me rising and as soon as she deemed me clean
she popped me in her mouth, and then licked her lips saying, "Mmmm, tastes
as fresh as ever now.  Give me your cum."

   She gave me no time to respond to her words or action and she bobbed her
head over me with all the saliva she could muster.  The trough she made
with her tongue on the bottom on my dick was about all any man could take
and in just a few minutes I felt myself begin to enter that cycle where you
can't stop, even if you want to.  Being my second ejaculation of the night,
it wouldn't be as voluminous as the first, but just as satisfying.

   "Arghhh, UHHHH!  Here goes!" I grunted and groaned as she kept her mouth
on me to catch what she could.  I heard her swallow and then she began to
suck for more trailings but I simply could not take it and pushed her head
away.

   "Too much?" she asked as she wiped the back of her hand over her mouth.
I simply nodded and fell back.

   She got up and went to the bathroom and washed her face and hands and
came back.

   "Can you set an alarm for 5 for me?  That will give me time to go home
and shower before coming back tomorrow.  I don't want to leave now, too
many to see me this early, and I'm exhausted." She asked me softly.

   I smiled to her and got up to be sure I set it and then I washed up
myself.  When I came back to bed she was asleep, or so it seemed.  Maybe
she just didn't want to talk about the whole thing.

   Chapter Eleven

   October 15th, 2014

   At 5 o'clock when the alarm went off she got up and dressed and came to
the side of the bed and bent and kissed my forehead.

   "Don't let this beat you up, you needed it.  If she never comes home
she's missing out.  See you around, . . . .  STUD." She said laughing.

   I was glad she finally got it, that 2 people could have sex and not have
it be the center of their relationship each time they saw each other.  As
she called it, it was zipless.

   November 23, 2014

   Another Sunday, more football games to keep my mind occupied as I
prepared for another week of work, a week that should have included a
Thanksgiving for me.  Thanksgiving made me think of Kettie and the year
before when we were just starting our "courtship", if you want to call it
that.  It was Thanksgiving when I knew I was attracted to her, but because
of work I did little about it.  I may have if not for Marianne Preston. 
During those 2 weeks or so wrapped around Thanksgiving was when she came
for a re-do of our fuck to see if real sex was as good as her newly found
toys and masturbation.  Then just a few weeks after that she decided she
needed to test her blowjob skills, and I seemed as a good a test subject as
any.  (oh, the sacrifices)

   Thanksgiving?  I had nothing to be thankful for and I knew I could go to
work, catch up on a few things and take part in a small dinner they put on
for the people who volunteered for the time and half plus 10% to keep the
plant running.  This was a good slow down day to go over the things and
updates that had to be restalled and redone during the annual Christmas
shutdown.  When I looked for positive things, outside of work where I was
flourishing, my one positive that I was taking away was the fact that while
I would never get over Kettie, I was getting past her.  My night of
hedonism with Marianne had shown me there were women in the world who
wanted to use me as I wanted to use them and jerking off the rest of my
life wasn't going to be a back-up career.  A sweet thing that worked at the
Circle K (name tag Carolee) where I got my gas and occasional coffee, as
well as butter, bread, and milk, was flirting with greater frequency and
intensity.  I knew the next time I need only show a little interest and to
ask her out for a drink for that to blossom into a place to deposit my
seed.

   During the 4th quarter of the second game, my phone rang.

   "FUCK!" The goddamn caller ID said "Department of State".  Couldn't the
thought of fucking the little pixie at the Circle K occupy my mind for the
rest of the night instead of bringing the heartbreak of Kettie back in to
paint everything cloudy at best, but mostly black?

   "Hello"

   "There is movement on their part.  We've almost got what we need. 
Everyone has been told NOT to fuck this up.  No calls, no attempts to call,
no moving around.  Keep it all bumpless."

   I heard what he said and it took a few seconds for it to sink in before
I lost my cool (again).

   "Why do you fucking tell me this shit?  It's almost a year without a
word besides your cryptic calls.  I think you're hoax.  The government
wouldn't divulge anything of an ongoing operation, like you say, to me!" I
said challenging the fact that they were trying to nail down a source and
money trail for rebel and terrorists activists.

   "Matt Cymbol, 090-99-5555, SSBI cleared, (Single Scope Background
Information), ANACI cleared (Agency National Agency Check with Inquiries)
and I could list more security clearance designations.  You are to be
trusted with information until a breach is found.  You want . . .  "a
word". You're getting it.  It's part of the deal." He said deliberately
like he was looking at a profile of me right there.

   "Part of who's deal?" I asked.

   "Remember? . .  bumpless.  (click)"

   NOW!  What was I supposed to think?  I tried to recall and put his words
down on paper (actually a WORD document) to see if he turned over some sort
of rock for me.  I said "a year without a word", to which he said "you want
a word, you're getting it." Was I getting from him?  Was he speaking for
Kettie?  Did she and Marcy really stumble into something that brought them
into some sort of terrorist web or something?  Now I tried to remember each
call and what was said.  I looked up SSBI and ANACI and began to realize
that my job and the information I held and was made privy to, as well as
the capabilities of the product we made, whom we made it for, what could
happen with it in the wrong hands and it began to make a little sense.  I
knew not EVERYONE was able to take part in the work on this contract.  When
I was choosing HR candidates to fill my wheel, some were rejected before
they could have been evaluated.  They were security blocked!  Why didn't I
think of that?  I was thinking they were blocked because of personnel
problems.

   Wait a minute, he said there was "movement" on "their" part.  Who was
they?  These "servidoras" or Kettie?  Was someone being played as a patsy?
I couldn't help but think of all the seeming government cover-ups and plots
around the JFK assassination.  One thing that always bothered me was
Oswald's insistence that he was a "patsy".  Were Kettie and Marcy being
played as patsys, or was I?  I didn't have enough vodka in the house to
make me forget the questions or sub-plots to let me sleep that night.

   After driving myself crazy with scenarios and subplots I decided to go
back to the advice of my local bartender, Eddie G, "go on the assumption
you'll never see her again and get on with your life before you drive
yourself to a nervous breakdown or stroke.  Life is too short.  You know if
she CAN come back, she will.  Be happy with that thought." It may have been
hard to swallow that advice, but it was still sound and once I buried
myself in my job, it would be easier to follow, especially if I got to know
the girl with the name tag Carolee at the Circle K.  Distractions like that
would be easy to take.

   November 28, 2014

   Friday night and I just want to get home, put some Bowl Games on the TV
and kill a few brain cells with my new bottle of Svedka Vodka.  I needed
gas for the car and a quart of milk for the box of CoCo Krispies I bought
on my last shopping trip.  The box caught my eye when I was looking for my
Muesli cereal and it reminded me of my youth and Saturday morning cartoons
with a couple bowls of chocolate sugar sweetened cereal.  Good times!  I
needed to be reminded of good times.

   I got my gas (pay at the pump) and then parked to go in and get my milk
and maybe a paper to get the weekly TV Schedule.  In line I heard a voice
behind me.

   "Hey Chip Plant Matt, this register is open now."

   I turned and there was the lovely little pixie of my naughtiest dreams,
Carolee, as per her nametag.

   "How did you know MY name?" I asked.

   She looked down just to my belt level and pointed to my ID badge in my
lanyard hanging low from my neck.  I always blocked out my last name for
purposes just like this.  I need the photo badge on at all times in the
plant, but I don't need to broadcast my last name.

   She put a little grin on her face while looking down, supposedly at my
badge, and said, "I notice certain things with my regulars.  How long have
you been at the plant?"

   "For a bit now.  Umm, I'm going to grab the Albany paper on the way out
too." I said as she scanned the milk.

   "Oh?  Looking for something to do this weekend?" She asked.

   Well, there it was, my opening.  Did I take it, or shoot down her "pass"
and let it ride off into the sunset.

   "Umm, . . .  I was!  Have any ideas?"

   She blushed deeply and looked side to side to be sure none of the other
employees heard our words.

   "A drink after work might be nice for a start, but I really don't know
you.  How about I meet you somewhere?" She asked, suddenly showing a little
fear behind her bold come on.

   "OK, you name the spot."

   "How about The Peter Principle, out on Route 9?" She said, almost under
her breath so as not to attract eavesdroppers.

   "Sure, I know where that is.  What time?" I said with my best smile and
confident air.

   "I'm off at 9:30, so how about 10, OK?" She said as she handed me my
change.

   I nodded and was on my way.  I was just about to get into the car when I
heard her call out.

   "Hey Mister you forgot to pick up your paper!" She said coming out the
door to hand me the paper I neglected as my mind played out our "date".

   As she handed it to me she said, "Sorry for the "mister" didn't want my
boss to think I was too familiar.  Umm . .  Matt, I'm not looking for
anything serious, just a little fun.  OK?"

   "Alright, I wasn't going to ask you to marry me." I said with a smirk
and she winked at me before running back into the store.

   Seeing her from behind the counter I got a shot of the whole picture. 
She was about 5 foot 1 or 2 and weighed 100 pounds, if that.  The reason I
called her a pixie before was because of her hair style, very short, and
like a 70's type shag on the side and back.  Any type of poofie hair would
have made her head look big on her little body.  She reminded me of an old
Mick Jagger girlfriend who was pictured on a poster with him on college
roommate's closet door.  I think her name was Shrimpton or something. 
Guessing her measurements, I would say 32-22-32, very thin, but curvy in
the right places with a smile that would likely get her any door she
wanted.

   On the way home I was trying to take apart her words "not looking for
anything serious, just a little fun".  Was that "I'm not looking for a
boyfriend, but I'm open to play" or "I plan on taking this real slow, but
you can spend all you want on me and I'll go anywhere with you."

   I chuckled at myself and finished the drive home glad I had taken a step
to put my Kettie cares behind me.  I did watch a little football to pass
the time, but I lay off the vodka so I wouldn't fall asleep, or show up
with a half a package on.

   Just after Thanksgiving there would still be a lot of students home, so
this place might be crowded, I thought to myself, so I looked up their
website and saw it was a little laid back.  There was a bar with high top
tables where you could get a burger and a beer, but there was a back room
with a DJ playing 70's, 80's and 90's "where you can dance, talk and
enjoy". I think they wanted to say it wasn't loud.

   I got there about 5 before 10 and saw every high top and barstool in the
bar area was full, but a few spots along the wall, where there was a shelf
the length of the wall.  I took a peek in to the back room and saw it was
half full and a couple folks were dancing to a Gino Vanelli tune.

   I got a drink, vodka of course, and took a spot along the wall and at
precisely 10 o'clock, Carolee came in, changed into a tight t-shirt top and
really nice fitting "ass jeans" that accented her hips and round bottom. 
She saw me and waved, coming right over.  She greeted me with a little hug
and that bright smile.

   "Hi Matt, ready to have some fun?"

   "Sure, what do you have in mind?"

   "Well, we can start in the back, hear some music, maybe even dance a
little.  Sound good?"

   "I'm no big dancer, but we can give it a try." I said taking my drink
and following her.

   We sat at a table and immediately were visited by a waitress who seemed
to know Carolee.  We got drinks and listened to the music and talked a bit.

   "So, . . .  how old are you, and if you're married, just tell me now,"
was her opening line.

   "Does my age make a difference, and NO, I am not married.  Guys who
cheat are assholes."

   "I like older guys for playing.  They aren't trying to find "the perfect
girl" like most guys my age.  I'm 22 and if I meet a guy 20-25 they expect
me to be their virgin bride after a few dates.  When I think I need to
settle down I'll decide what sort of guy I want to meet.  They always say,
when the right one comes along, you know it, and have little choice in the
matter.  I'm going to hope that's right.  In the meantime I want to have a
little fun and meet some cool guys along the way.  If anyone thinks I'm a
whore or a slut for the way I think, it's their problem." She professed
rather matter of factly.

   "I respect you for knowing who you are and what you want.  I'll make no
assumptions and try to show you a good time.  I think I might enjoy making
you smile, it's so pretty."

   "Thank you and I'm glad you don't assume anything.  We might spend 20
minutes here before I decide you aren't all I expected, and you please feel
free to do the same.  Oh, and . . .  I figure you to be 30-33." She said
with that cute little smile that she knew wowed the guys.

   Her drink and my refill came and she pushed her chair back as a Journey
song, Anyway You Want It came on and she reached for my hand to take me to
the dance floor.  Whether I considered myself a dancer or not, I was in, if
only to make her happy.  We danced to that and then Joyride by Roxette and
I began to think she might try and keep me on the dance floor all night. 
As that song ended I decided I would pull her towards the table to let her
know I wasn't going to spend the night dancing to earn a slap and tickle
session with her.  But, as it did end, another Journey song, Endlessly,
faded up, a slow song and she stepped right into me, her one arm going
around me and the other under my arm and resting her hand on my shoulder
while her head nestled in chest just under my chin.  She held her body
tight to me as I used small rhythmic steps and motions to the music. 
Halfway through she lifted her head and craned back to speak to me.

   "You slow-dance nice, you feel so good next to me, and you smell very
manly." She said with a confident smile before cuddling into my chest
again.

   When the song ended she held my hand and started to walk to the table.
Whew, we weren't going to be in a marathon.  We sat and drank and talked
about a myriad of subjects with me finding her well versed on the world and
people in general.  We discussed attitudes toward religion, race and then
sex.  She was smart and opinionated, but very much open to others views. 
Every 20 or so minutes we would get up and dance again, usually for just
one song, unless it lead into a slow number.  The night flew by and before
I knew it the DJ announced it was 1 a.m.  and he was going to wrap things
up in 15 minutes.

   "Wow," She said, "this night flew by.  You were a real nice time.  I had
fun talking to you.  Can we slow-dance one more time before we take off?"

   "Sure!" I said as I smiled to her while trying in my mind to deconstruct
her sentence.  "Before WE TAKE OFF".  Did that mean we were leaving
together, or was I assuming too much.

   The DJ put on Cyndi Lauper, Time After Time and she took my hand and we
walked to the dance floor with just one other couple.  She held me tight
and we moved and just as the song ended she pulled back to speak to me.

   "Would you like to come to my place for a nightcap?  The only thing I'm
serving is me."

   I smiled at her and pulled her tight assuming she knew that meant yes.

   After the dance when we got to our table the nights tab was there.  I
took out a credit card and she opened her little purse to offer cash.

   "Please Carol, put that away.  I'll take care of this."

   "You aren't buying me.  I can pay my share, I more or less asked you
out. If we ever go out again you can ask me out proper and pay to your
heart's content.  I insist." She said firmly.

   "Tell you what, the bill is $41.  I'll get this and you leave a $10
tip." I said to her.

   "Only if you let me give you another $10.  That will keep me happy."

   "Okay, I want you to be happy." I said as she slipped a ten under the
candle and gave me another.

   I got up and settled with the waitress and came back where she was
sitting with her coat waiting for me.  She stood and said, "Pull your car
to the corner of the lot.  I live about a half block from here.  We can
walk."

   "You didn't bring a car?"

   "No, I told you I just live past the strip mall here.  I only can have
one parking place in my building, and I'm parked in it."

   "Well here, you ride to the corner of the lot with me." I said going to
open her door.

   "No, I can walk it." She said waving me off.

   "Carolee, let me be the guy who took my date home, necked with her in
the car until she invited me inside, she wanted me so badly."

   She smiled at me and came for the door I held open for her and for the
first time tonight, she kissed me.

   "You're sweet, AND good looking, but let me tell you, and I mean this,
THERE ARE NO GUARANTEES TONIGHT.  Understood?" She said finishing her
statement with a finger raised.

   "None assumed, that's why I want to be with you in the car first.  You
may just want to go into the house alone." I said with a smirk.

   "I somehow doubt that, you're a little too slick, . . .  and cute.  Just
don't get the impression I do this all of the time.  I know you're way too
old for a relationship for me, but you drive me crazy every time I see
you." She said, acting a little embarrassed at her admission.

   "Ohh, the truth comes out." I said as I closed her door before I came
around and got in too.

   "So, you do understand, no guarantees?" She said again, but not as
forceful.

   "You only had to say it once, trust me.  Sometimes our fantasies don't
live up to expectations."

   "OK!  Drive to the back corner of the lot.  There's a car port here for
visitor's cars, and it's never used, they usually just take someone else's
spot.  People are rude."

   As I moved the car the 200 yards she scooted over next to me.  As soon
as I parked I put my arm up to go around her and she moved in offering her
mouth to me.  We kissed gently over and over again, her lips were so soft
and sexy.  Finally I attached my mouth to hers and I heard her sigh through
her nose as her tongue swiped into my mouth and we began to neck, pretty
hot and heavy.  She was as sexy a kisser as Kettie, and Kettie flashed in
my mind for a moment, but she hadn't been with me in so long that her
thought couldn't quench my hunger for some good loving.

   I began to turn a bit in the seat and she turned my way to accommodate
me to put my arms around her and under her coat.  She paused our lip lock
to unzip her coat to let my hands up her back.  My mouth reattached to her
and after a few more moments I let it slide down her neck to her ear where
I nipped at her ear lobe before going back to her mouth.  I drew my one
hand from behind her and went to hold her left boob and she playfully
pushed my hand away.  I turned a little more in the seat and my mouth was
over her, her head tipped up to meet me and I felt one hand rest on my
thigh.  I went for her boob again with her making no move to stop me.

   She wore a light sleeping type bra and her nipple was real obvious in my
hand and eventually between my fingers.  I moved the pull her tee from her
pants so I could get my hand on her skin to skin, but she put her hand over
mine, whispering, "Not yet, I want to go inside.  It will be more
comfortable."

   I got out of the car and helped her with her door to which she made
another comment.

   "I can't take this gentleman stuff.  Boys today don't do anything like
this." She said with an appreciative smile.

   "That's why they call them boys, and you chose to be with a MAN
tonight." I said confidently.

   She opened the door to her apartment, or townhouse, whatever it was, and
went in and as soon as I closed the door she pinned me back to the door and
kissed me hard again.  I kissed her back hard and began working my tongue
and she suddenly pulled away taking my arm and bringing me to her sofa. 
She pushed me to sit down and she faced me and sat beside me pressing her
torso to my chest.  My hands went to her back and pushed up her tee and
felt her bra for the clasp and felt there wasn't one.  She sat back and
pulled up her tee over her head and unsnapped her little bra from between
her breasts.  As petite as she was, her little boobs were prominent on her
chest, round like pool balls.  She was gorgeous and the problem in my pants
became major with just one look at her topless.

   "My God, you're so very pretty!" I said clumsily as she blushed and
moved up to my mouth pressing her breasts to me while dropping a hand right
to the pouch of man in my pants.

   She kissed and necked hard with me for a moment before whispering to me,
"If it's that uncomfortable down there, why don't you make yourself feel a
little freer, like I did."

   I sat back and undid my belt and unsnapped my pants and lowered my
zipper as I hugged her up to me again, attaching my mouth to her.  I felt
her hand reach past my zipper and, using two fingers, hold my cock through
my boxer-brief.  She pulled away from me for a second and pulled back the
waist band on my undies and take hold of my cock as it popped up.  I was
able to reach between her arms and unsnap her jeans, letting the zip down
as I did.  After some fumbling in an awkward almost "facing crab stance"
she was stroking my cock and I was fingering her wet, sloppy pussy with my
long middle finger.  We both grunted and moaned to the good feelings we
were bringing to each other.  She was watching her hand intently as I said,
"Let's go to the floor or a bed, I want to eat your wet pussy."

   She had a frightened look on her face before she said, "Not before I
suck you.  I want to taste your cock."

   At that she got up and I thought I was going to follow her to a bed, but
she slid to the floor and pulled at the ball of clothes that was my
underwear and pants to free me enough to put her mouth over the tip and
take me as deep as she could before sucking me in long strokes of her mouth
as she hummed an appreciative song in her throat.

   "I knew you would taste delicious, your cock is so good." She said
before going down on me again a few more times before she held it out
before her face and said, "The bed, huh?" and I nodded.

   She pushed down her jeans the rest of the way and I followed her round
little ass into her bedroom.  She pulled back the covers and turned to me,
helping me out of my pants, still just below my waist, while I unbuttoned
my shirt.

   Once undressed, she looked to me as if she wanted instructions.  I
reached for her, kissed her, and backed her until the back of her knees hit
her bed and she sat and went back with me on top of her.  We kissed and
felt each other's nude bodies against each other.  That's a feeling that
only happens once, that first time you see how you fit, you feel, you
smell, and what those sensations do to your sexual instinct and emotion.  I
felt her innocence.  When she took my cock in her mouth by her sofa I
looked down to see every fresh faced girl in high school that I jerked off
to thinking of them sucking me.  She could have been THAT girl.

   I knelt between her legs and reached with my hands to hold her head and
kiss her hard while my fingers went over her ears, through her hair until I
was holding her head tight to mine, connected by our mouths as our tongues
danced and played.  I let go and drew my tongue from her mouth, over her
chin and then down her body to suckle and tease each of her gorgeous young
breasts.  While suckling, nipping and teasing one, my hand gently fondled
the other.  My mind once again flashed to the cheerleader types that I
didn't have the balls to approach in high school.  Now, they were mine and
my fantasies came to life with Carolee.

   I was slowly sliding down her body to get to her perfect little outie
belly button when she said, almost in tears, "Please, my pussy!  It needs
your mouth."

   I rocked back and put a hand on either of her thighs and dove my face to
her perfect little pink, smooth pussy.  My whole mouth fit over it and then
I drew my tongue up through her lips to take her clit and suck it hard
while my tongue danced on it.  Her stomach and chest hollowed as her breath
came and went soaking in her own ecstasy.  I ate her with a vengeance,
reveling in the pleasure I was bringing her.  At one point it seemed her
ass was planted to the bed and everything from just above her waist was
trying to gyrate off the bed, but nothing was going to let me un-attach my
mouth from her pussy.  If she tried to squirm from it, she herself would
push it back to me.

   Earlier when I was fingering her as she came, she would almost freeze,
letting go of the cock she was stroking and then both hands and arms would
stiffen into an almost arthritic pose as her breath caught in her throat,
letting the orgasm affect her whole body.  Now her orgasms rolled through
her like tidal waves.  Once or twice I felt her feet on my back, pressing
down as she would be gripped by her spasm.  I took two fingers and plunged
them into the sloppy slot I was sucking and that was all she could take.

   She shuddered and shook and did push my mouth from her as she turned her
pussy away from me, presenting that cute little ass to my face.  If this
were not our first time together I would have launched my tongue to her
perfect little asshole and reamed her until she cried for mercy, but I felt
an innocence about her that I didn't want to take.  I told myself that
would come my next time with her.

   Suddenly, from the back of my mind, like a long lost file in the hard
drive of my life, the realization came, NEXT TIME?  No, I'll have Kettie
then.  This was just for now and I would pursue no further.  My mind went
into a panic.  How could I imagine another tryst with this young woman?  I
had no need to start a relationship!  What was I doing?

   I moved up beside Carolee and hugged her tightly, trying to wash the
last thoughts from my mind.  Her little bottom now snugged up against my
hardness made those thoughts easy to pass, for now.  However, without a
doubt there was something in my mind that would not let Kettie go, and I
KNEW it.  But, my lust to feel love and be reminded what I missed about the
intimacy I shared with Kettie overtook me.  I doubted my worthiness for
Kettie.  But, right now, an ache in my "getting bluer by the minute balls"
and the search for wetness in the burgeoning head of my penis was telling
me to get off as soon as I could make it happen.  I jostled my hips to get
in line with her and I heard her whisper.

   "Don't forget the condom."

   I panicked.  I didn't carry condoms with me, I didn't need condoms.  I
almost choked trying to answer her, until she said,

   "Top drawer, night stand Matt.  You were never a Boy Scout.  Hurry, I
want you now!"

   I found the package, a new one I had to fumble with, and laid back to
sheath myself.  She flipped over to her knees and took the condom from my
hand.  She opened it and knelt up with the reservoir pinched, but before
she put it on me she bent and took the head on my cock in her mouth to
soothe the hurt, and then applied the condom.  She straddled a leg over me
and put herself in line to sit down over me.

   Her eyes rolled back as she went over me and made faces.

   "Goddammit, I'm so fucking tight." She whispered aloud as she settled on
me.

   She began to move on me in a slow deliberate manner that wasn't going to
get me off, but certainly felt wonderful, but to her, it looked like work.

   "Do you want to lay back and have me take care of this?" I asked
clumsily.

   "Maybe in a bit; it usually never gets this far.  It hurts, but it hurts
good for now.  I want to feel you move in me, it's been so long.  " She
said falling forward placing her hands on my shoulders beginning to rise up
and down on me in fast reps.

   Now she was going to make me cum in about 30 seconds, but she couldn't
last, her legs didn't have that kind of stamina and she sort of collapsed
on me.

   "Sorry, my legs hurt." She said almost sobbing.

   "What did you mean it usually doesn't get this far, Carolee?  I don't
want to take advantage of you, or do something you don't want to do."

   "I'm pretty careful and usually hands and mouths are all that's
involved. You have me crazy, I've only had a few men inside me.  Turn me
over and fuck me.  I've got such a big nut to break." She replied in an
apologetic tone that seemed to turn into a desperation cry.

   I didn't speak the same sexual language she did, but it seemed she
wanted to get railed and that wasn't going to happen with her on top.  We
jostled around on the bed to get her under me and between her legs. 
Thankfully all this commotion kept my mind of the guilt I should have been
feeling over Kettie.

   With her on her back, her legs spread and bent I placed myself between
her legs and I quickly found the wet little pussy I was seeking and I
sheathed her fully as she grunted loudly and brought her hands up to her
lovely titties that she rubbed and pinched as I began to plunge in and out
of her.

   "God, you feel so fucking big in my little pussy.  GIVE IT TO ME!" She
cried as she began to cum over and over, at least 3 times in just a couple
minutes, but that would end soon, as my cum was beginning to rise.

   "I've got to end this party, I'm cumming!" I said as my middle slapped
at her mound creating a crack that rang out in the room.

   Her head was turned sideways as she turned bright red and a vein in her
neck jutted out as she struggled to get a breath during her spasm, and a
long spasm it was, lasting as long as my cum that I was grunting through.
She had sapped me entirely, so much that I collapsed on her after I was
through filling that condom with my seed.

   We lay silently puffing in each other's ear until I had to move because
I felt myself shrinking and I didn't want my load to go into her pussy.  I
went back to my knees and held the ring of the condom tight and came from
her.  The reservoir tip was heavy with my load, but all was intact.  I
pulled it off, tied it off, and pitched it to her bed stand, not knowing
where her waste can was, while I fell forward beside her.

   "I'm not the little good time girl I advertised, am I?" She said in a
self deprecating way.

   "Well, I had a good time, and I think you did too.  What do you mean?" I
wondered.

   "I don't want a boyfriend or relationship right now, but I like a man's
company and promise to bring them back here, but it usually ends up with a
blowjob and something for me.  I'm so tiny down there."

   "Carolee, don't talk so crazy.  There's nothing wrong with you, but I
hope you're careful WHO you bring back.  Don't end up with more than you
bargained for.  There's nothing wrong with masturbation.  I've lived on it
for 9 months now." I said, admitting to self-abuse.

   "Guilt." She said, rolling her eyes back in embarrassment.

   "Your body, you do as you please.  No guilt."

   "You've been a fantasy for a long time, coming in the store, and I
thought if I ever had the chance I could go through with the whole thing,
but I almost chickened out.  Then your mouth, . . .Oh My GOD!" She said
smiling at me.

   "Men can do things boys don't ever learn." I said as she smiled and
nodded.

   "As far as how far you go, you have to be careful, some guys won't give
up that easy." I warned her.

   She blushed heavily and looked at me and quickly away to as not to meet
my eyes as she said, "I give a pretty good blowjob that leaves them happy,
and I like it."

   "You're so cute, and sweet.  Find yourself a boyfriend to treat you
right and give this up, stay out of trouble." I said as I began to get up
and search for my clothes.

   "Yes, DAD." Came her response sarcastically.

   "No Dad is going to give you a fuck like you got tonight." I said
confidently.

   "Stay the night, please.  My fantasy had me waking up with you.  We can
do it again." She implored.

   "My good conscience says I shouldn't.  I don't want you to take any more
from this than a good time." I said, sorry I had to.

   She quickly burst my bubble by saying "Don't worry, you're too old for
me to get involved THAT way."

   I squinted my eyes a bit inquisitively and asked, "How OLD do you think
I am?"

   "44?" She said.

   "I should spank your little ass if you think you screwed someone TWICE
your age." I blurted out.

   "I'M KIDDING, I know you're 31." She giggled and said, "C'mon, please
stay.  You'll be the first man I ever SLEPT with."

   I fell back onto the bed and she got up to lock doors and turn off
lights, before going to the bathroom.  She got back in bed and snuggled her
little bottom to me again, but this time we both fell asleep exhausted, it
was after 3:00 a.m.

   November 29, 2014

   I woke up in a strange bed for the first time in many years.  I was no
longer cuddled next to the cute little ass of Carolee, but she was not far
away, fallen over to her stomach.  As soon as I began to get up to pee and
she jumped, as if startled.

   "Ohh, where are you going?"

   "To pee, relax.  Are you OK?" I asked as I was going out of the room.

   "I'll take inventory." I heard her say as I saw the much needed toilet.

   I was just finishing up my pee when she came into the bathroom.

   "Want me to shake that dry for you?" She said with a grin as I shook my
head.

   "Don't flush, I need a seat there." She added as I stepped back.

   Have you been awake?" I asked as she sat and peed, seeming very
comfortable.

   "Yes, about a half hour.  I was watching you sleep, remembering last
night.  No regrets, . .  you?"

   "No, not really." I answered, and I think my tone told her there was
more to my story.

   "Not very convincing; what's bothering you?"

   "My girlfriend is on the other side of the world and I haven't heard
from her in 10 months and I'm trying to get on with my life.  What happens
if she walks back in my life?"

   "Maybe she's found someone else." She said raising an eyebrow.

   "Possible, but very remotely possible under the circumstances that I
can't get into."

   "You're doing what you should be doing, moving on after all this time.
When did you last hear from her?" She asked.

   My upper lip quivered and I wanted to break down, but I steeled myself.
"Almost the entire time." I replied.

   "If my opinion matters, you're right to move on, no matter WHAT the
circumstances.  Come back to bed with me." She said, making me feel better.

   She took my hand and began to lead the way, but she stopped and turned,
"Maybe we should shower first.  I've never showered with a man."

   "Never fucked in the shower?" I asked, doubting her.

   "Never, and it's not happening today.  My pussy is sore, but my mouth is
in tip-top shape." She grinned.

   "You make it very hard to say no to you." I said stopping and walking
back to the bathroom.

   The fact she was so tiny made it easy for the two of us in a standard
tub and shower.  Although I spent a good part of the shower with a hard-on
we didn't play much.  I fingered her to one orgasm, but she complained of
being sore so I let her be and she fell to her knees to start to suck me,
but the water was getting cool.  I signaled her to get up and we dried each
other off and went back to the bed.

   In the bed I asked her if she wanted me to kiss her little pussy to make
it all better, but she was adamant.  "I can give you a nice blowjob with my
finger on my clit and I'll be fine."

   "How about a nice blowjob with MY fingers on your clit?"

   "Please Matt, I'm so sore.  You stretched me out pretty good.  I haven't
had it in a long time, and never like that."

   So we necked and eventually she made her way to my junk and she proved
that she DID like giving head, and was quite good at it.  When I was ready
to cum I warned her but she made no effort to move her mouth from me and
took my whole load in her mouth.  I heard her swallow and saw her make a
face, grabbing a tissue to spit the rest of it in, before milking up a few
more drops and licking that up.  She sat up and I saw she had a finger on
her clit and she jolted, just like the night before, stiffening her arm and
legs, and then groaning and sighing her pleasure.

   She fell beside me and we rested for about a half hour.

   "I have to be to work at one, so we better get going." She said looking
at the clock.

   I got up and started getting dressed and she went to look for her
uniform shirt.  When she came back it was apparent that I was about to
leave.

   "Don't be afraid to stop in and see me at the store.  If there's a next
time, you have to ask me and I'll understand if you don't, with your
girlfriend guilt and all.  This was just what I said it was going to be, my
little fantasy acted out."

   I went and kissed her and hugged her.  "You're a real sweet lady and
deserve someone nice.  You be careful out there.  Don't be afraid to let
yourself meet someone you're attracted to.  You say you don't want a
boyfriend, but don't let fate pass you by.  There's nothing so gratifying
as being in love and being loved back." She half smiled and thanked me, and
I was on my way.

   While driving home I began to think what a cute little girl, or woman, I
should say, Carolee was.  She could easily get most any man she wanted, and
I ended up being a fantasy fulfilled for her.  It was a great stroke to my
ego and also eased my mind in knowing that moving on was not going to be so
hard if I could just forget Kettie.

   When I got home I felt like the gods were playing games with me.  My
home phone answering machine was blinking, the call was from "Department of
State".  I pushed button to hear, "Sorry I missed you, don't call back, my
line is unattainable.  Some news, remember, no bumps, and be still."

   Well, WHAT THE FUCK did THAT mean!!  My mind went absolutely crazy.  He
didn't call on a Sunday so was I to assume that there was different news
that his usual update gave.  THAT WAS ALWAYS BASICALLY NOTHING.  He never
said that Kettie and Marcy were safe; he never really said they weren't. 
He never really said he knew, really.  I put what I knew on WORD before and
pulled it up to review to see if I missed any points.

   1. The government, or an agency of, was trying to find a terror link to
do with money laundering or money sources, and WHERE money was going that
went through a sham missionary group.  2. Shavone Campbell-Mason had been
told she was suffering from Alzheimer's and was being "protected" by the
same group the government was interested in.  3. Stories of Shavone actions
and duties with the group denied she was anything but coerced or
brainwashed.  She had wanted to go home while with another group and they
had given her money and passage papers, but she was "hijacked" by this
group referred to as "servidoras".  4. When Kettie and Marcy attempted to
contact Shavone, she was moved to other compounds in other nefarious
countries the group kept.  Following her seemed fruitless.  Now she was in
Suriname and the sisters were there as well keeping a low profile and
steering clear of their compound.  Suriname might not be a safe place for
anyone, but as long as visitors kept spending money and didn't ask
questions, they seemed welcome.  5. The servidoras had been infiltrated by
a "spy" who leaked out information to my contact with no name at Department
of State.  She (assumed) said that they knew of any movement between
Shavone's family and any of their connections in the UK or USA.  (I found
this hard to believe) The insider said they were moving Shavone to their
compound in Cuba where they were expanding.  (I questioned if a cook and
gardener were THAT important to their operation, making me wonder if
Shavone had been "radicalized", if that is the word I'm looking for) 6. My
contact was "sure" that if she came to Cuba they had enough connections,
especially since things between our governments were thawing, Shavone could
be swept away and repatriated.  7. If Shavone were moved, and the sisters
followed, would she be moved again immediately.  It sounded as if Shavone
were moved, the sisters should lay low in Suriname until Shavone was safe
in the US.  8. The government has made some sort of deal with the Kettie
and Marcy that they would NOT attempt to make any contact with anyone in
the US until the government finished their investigation, and that seemed
to include after Shavone was repatriated, as if they had stumbled onto
something they shouldn't have.  9. There was a possibility that this whole
thing was a scam and Kettie and Marcy were "patsys" and might just
disappear if they "knew too much".

   So you can see I was tormented and unsure of anything that had to do
with this whole situation.  The fact that Kettie had made no attempt to
contact me for almost a year made me believe there was something VERY
wrong, or that she and her sister were not what they seemed.  I wanted to
believe what I was told on the surface and she would someday come home to
me.  However, reality told me something was NOT right.  I even began to
doubt that Kendall, the guy handling the drop ship business in her absence,
was who he said he was and may have been part of an entire scam.  Is it any
wonder that I drank, that I had doubts, that I sought sexual relief outside
of my "committed" relationship with Kettie.

   So, now I was afraid to leave the house as not to miss a phone call. 
The fact he called on a Saturday, not a Sunday, in the morning, and not the
afternoon, told me he had something new for me.  I went to my bedroom, with
a phone on the bed stand, and laid down hoping to forget and sleep.  It
didn't take long to recall the night I had spent with Carolee and before I
knew it I was jerking off thinking about her sweet mouth, her tight pussy,
her perceived innocence, and the possibility of going out with her again.
At the thought of going out with her a second time I felt my psyche crumble
and my eyes filled with tears.

   My mind shouted at me "Are you giving up on Kettie?" Suddenly, even
after all of the macho bravado stuff about just considering her gone and
carrying on, she still was attached to my heartstrings.  If I rang up
Carolee again that would be more than just getting my rocks, that would be
giving up.  Here I was a man in his early thirties crying like a baby in
bed, heartbroken like a cheerleader after being dumped by the football
captain.  What a fucking mess I was.  Early in that afternoon I finally
calmed down enough to fall asleep.

   I dreamt of Kettie and I.  It was the most calming dream I can recall,
if you can recall dreams beyond the night they happen.  The last thing in
the dream was a phone ringing and Kettie asking me to get it, she was doing
laundry, . . .  and suddenly I awoke to the sound of my phone ringing and I
reached to answer it before the machine picked up.

   "HELLO!" I shouted.

   "This was the last time I could call you today from a safe line, I'm
glad I caught you home."

   "What do you mean a safe line?" I asked.

   "You have a problem with questions.  Don't ask, just listen.  Trust us.
Questions mean that you don't"

   "The sister is in our hands.  The two can quietly leave when we give
them an OK, but we have pinned them down until we break the back of the
group.  Patience.  If the local government is part of it, they could have
trouble." He said cryptically.

   I exploded with an expletive laden litany of names and wishes of bad
tidings to everybody involved in this operation that my love had innocently
stumbled into, as far as I knew.  I thought I heard him hang up during my
shouting, but after I finished I still heard him breathe.

   "Don't shoot the messenger.  You probably won't hear from me again,"

   Now was I supposed to be full of hope?  Was I supposed to think she
might actually be home someday?  Did she want to come home?  WHAT has she
been doing for all of these 3 months in Suriname?  What if I flew to
Suriname to find them and bring them home?  I had researched flights and it
was a 15 hour flight and costs between $1200 - 1500.  If I could book a
flight with a proper passport, I would guess any American could fly in and
out of there.  Why couldn't they leave!  What was there about this whole
nightmare that prevented them from freely leaving unless they were involved
in something that forbade them?  Why was I adding 2 + 2 and not getting 4?

   I was back to my original plan, as Eddie G had recommended, get on with
your life.  But now I knew I could not.  I had been totally fucked by two
wonderful women in the past 6 weeks and neither cured me of wanting Kettie
more than ever.  My young admirer from the night before already told me she
would have a second go with me, all I had to do was ask.  She was eager to
be with an experienced man, but the fact was, I was too much attached to
Kettie and until I heard her tell me to move on, or worse, moving on was
not in the realm of possibility.

   Chapter Twelve

   December 15, 2014

   Another Monday morning leaving for work at 6:00 in the morning, I had
worked 8 hours on Saturday, and put 4 hours in on Sunday, It was how I kept
from going crazy, how I kept from drinking 12 hours a day.  Today was our
first day of our Holiday adjusted schedule as we had done the previous
year. They all knew that as long as the numbers were there, they could get
the essential family time they wanted by curtailing overtime and keeping
production standard on the OT par.  The Union hated it but none of my crew
grieved it, so it stood.

   On the internet Sunday night I had a looked into a flight to Suriname
for January 15th out of Newark.  I hadn't booked it, I didn't want my name
on any flight log to that country yet.  My passport was updated and I had
been told that the chances of that flight filling were remote.  It was the
third stop on the flight into Paramaribo Airport.  I had decided I would go
all in and make a flight to Suriname to get an answer.  I wanted to find
her by the one year anniversary of her leaving.  I was going to bring her
home with me, if she wanted to come.  It gave me a week to find her and I
had no idea WHERE in the country she was.  My asking of questions wasn't
going to go over big, according to my contact at the Department of State,
but I was at the point I didn't care.  If I died trying to find her, at
least my heartbreak and mental state would be solved for me.  It had gotten
to that point.

   By the time I got home that evening it was just past 7:30.  I checked to
see if I had messages, but there were none, but 5 missed calls.  Each
missed call was from "International Verizon Service".  I checked my cell
phone, and THE GODDAMN THING WAS OFF!!  I was so pissed off at myself.  I
hadn't charged it for a couple days and didn't have reason to use it.  I
plugged it in and poured a long vodka and sat and stewed on the sofa
without eating or changing clothes.  Self loathing, self pity and alcohol
put me to sleep in a position that would surly cause me a sore back in the
morning, had I not been awakened by the ringing of the phone.  It was
midnight.

   December 16, 2014

   "Hello!"

   At the other end of the phone was crying, sobbing, but I could tell it
was Kettie.

   "Kettie!  Where are you?"

   "I'm so sorry for what I've put you through." She said between her sobs
and tears.

   "Where are you?"

   "Orly.  I have to go they're boarding without me.  Charge your cell.  I
love you."

   Orly!  She was in Paris, and why I didn't know, but as long as she was
free to move out of Suriname.  I looked up to see what time it was there, 6
in the morning.  I quickly looked up the flight tracker for Paris and
planes taking off at 6 or a bit after.  I found two that were just "in the
air".  One was going to London, Manchester, Dublin.  The other Brussels,
London, Manchester.  Marcy lived in Manchester, but worked in London 4 days
a week and had a flat there.  If she were going to London direct they would
be on the ground in 90 minutes tops.  I sat by my phone and waited for her
to call again.  Exhausted and boozed, I fell asleep again.

   The phone screamed in my ear again, my head right next to it.  The clock
said 4:45.

   "Hello?"

   "(sobbing and crying) We just landed in Manchester.  I'm so sorry for
everything Matt.  I've fucked everything, but Shavone is safe."

   (now personally I couldn't give a shit if Shavone had exploded at this
point, I only cared about her.  Selfish?  Yes, maybe, but all the questions
in my head concerned Kettie even though I would be sympathetic to her
concern for the sister she loved so much.)

   "She is!  Is she with you?"

   "No, she's in Boston for medicals.  That's where we go next, to get her.
Marcy needs a day to get her job situated."

   "Why can't you just come here and then meet her there?" I asked
selfishly.

   "Until all three of us hold each other and know we're all safe I can't
rest.  You won't want me anyway.  I'm gaunt and thin and look like shit."

   "Kettie, all I want is you, I don't care about the package it's in. 
Talk to me."

   "Matt it's so hard and we're just getting our bags.  Just know I'm safe
and you'll have to be patient.  I'm glad you waited for me."

   "KETTIE, HOW THE FUCK CAN I BE PATIENT?  I'VE BEEN GOING OUT OF MY
FUCKING MIND.  HOW LONG WAS I SUPPOSED TO WAIT, HEARING NOTHING?" I
screamed into the phone, and waited for reaction.

   I heard her sigh and mutter something like "don't need this shit" and
suddenly the line went dead.

   Did my words tip my hand that I had moved on, even if it was just a
little dalliance?  Did I hear her right or not?  The international line
wasn't great but her sigh was definite.  I may have shown impatience, but
she was forgetting what I went through.

   I was pissed off at the world and I knew I wouldn't hear from her for at
least a few hours.  I put my cell phone on the charger and got into the
shower.  Once I was dressed I headed into the plant, but not before
stopping at the Circle K to get a coffee and some sort of breakfast
sandwich.  Just as I put my Jimmy Dean sausage biscuit in the microwave
there a voice came up behind me.

   "Hey handsome, I haven't seen you in a while.  I hope I didn't scare you
away."

   I turned and there was Carolee, just as cute and carefree as ever.  Her
words told me she still had her crush on me and probably thought she had
done enough to get a re-do.

   "Oh, hi Carolee.  No I wasn't scared away, just working like crazy
trying to stay busy so the weight of the world doesn't weigh me down."

   "I can relieve stress pretty well, you just have to ask me to get the
treatment." She said raising an eyebrow.

   We were alone in the store, the other person on, probably the manager,
was out reading the pumps.

   "Believe me, right now there's nothing I would like better, but I just
heard from "her" after 10

   "Don't know where you stand?" She asked with a little grin.

   "The way I take it, she's put out that I'm so upset with her.  I don't
know, maybe she'll call me back later.  I can't call her, the cell phone
she had is either no good right now and I don't know if they work overseas
or not." I said disgusted.

   "I'm sorry Matt." Was all she said as she busied herself making more
coffee for the 1st rush of the morning.

   "Do you always come in so early?  This is my first day of 10 pm till 6
am.  They want to make me an assistant.  Big deal, huh?"

   "If you need the money it is." I said with a wink as I was leaving.

   "I do.  My car is in the shop and I need to pay to get it." She said as
I went out the door.  I got in the car and took a sip of my coffee and
heard the 6 o'clock news coming on.  For some reason it hit me that she
worked until 6 a.m.  and her car was in the shop.  I got back out of my car
and went to the door.

   "How are you getting home if your car is in the shop?"

   "I'll call a cab, that's how I got here."

   "I go right by your place, do you want a ride?" I asked with really no
other intention than to give her a ride.

   "Right now?  Sure!  I was just going to call a cab." She said with that
smile that could melt lead.

   I got in my car and waited for her to punch out and get her coat and
purse.  She came right out and got in.

   "Matt, you didn't have to do this."

   "I usually don't leave the house until 6:30, 7 or so, my crew shift
doesn't start officially start until 8, but there's always work to do." I
told her as I began to listen to a news story and waited to hear the
weather.

   The ride was only 10 or 15 minutes and we said nothing for about 5.

   She broke the silence with a real sexy voice, saying, "As I see it, this
is our second date, you clearly asked me out.  I'm just sayin'."

   "And a second date means what." I asked, clearly confused.

   "I think you like me and want to neck in the parking lot again to see if
you get invited in, . . .  again." She said not making eye contact, clearly
looking away, coyly.

   "You got all that from my offer of a ride?"

   "Uh huh, I did.  You already told me you didn't have to be there until
8." She said, still being aloof and coy.

   "I ALWAYS go in early."

   "You didn't get in until I asked you to go in the last time." She
continued, now teasing.

   "Go in where, your apartment?"

   "Well yeah, if you don't go in there, you don't get in anywhere."

   I just pulled into the strip mall parking lot she lived next to and
parked.

   "Carolee, you're clearly trying to instigate something here and it's
clearly a bad time altogether, but you are testing me.  Maybe some other
time."

   She leaned over towards me and said in her low sexy voice, "Okay, if you
say so, just kiss me goodbye, OK?"

   I couldn't resist kissing her sweet face and once I felt her soft lips
on mine, there was a second kiss, and then a third and then . . . .  we
were necking.  I was really trying NOT to be the aggressor here, but once
her hand went to the inside of my thigh I was in for something, just not
sure what.

   "People will be leaving for work soon, and the sun will be up so they
can see us.  We should move this inside." She said eye to eye with me in
all seriousness, her little "cuteness" act was over, she was serious as a
heart attack right now.

   I tried to make a play for the heartstrings I had attached to Kettie,
but I felt betrayed by her in a way.  It was as if our dedication to each
other meant nothing to her.  Looking back at it now, I should have
considered the fact I cheated twice on her and was about to fall into a
third time.  (But I truly didn't know if she had cheated or moved on
herself, but I doubted it.  What kept that possibility alive was the fact
her sister was single and horny)

   I followed Carolee into her apartment and she, once again, turned and
pinned me on the door.

   "There's no girlfriend talk here, there's no consideration of a
relationship, I KNOW you're too old for me, there's no talk of morals. 
It's just sweaty, saliva soaked sex.  I haven't been with anyone since you
and I've worn out a lot of batteries thinking about that.  You're all tense
and bothered.  I expect a nice hard grudge fuck, are we clear?  Take it all
out on my pussy."

   She must have turned some sort of switch on with me because I almost ate
her face, our kisses were so deep, so wet, so sloppy.  Eventually I sort of
carried her to the sofa and sat her down.  Before I could make another move
her hand was on my belt and zipper.  In mere seconds I was fucking her
mouth with my hand on the back of her head.  At one point I saw her hand
was in her pants and that was when I knew I had to eat that wet pussy.  I
let my cock fall from her mouth and I picked up her cute little body and
took her to her bedroom.  Her bed covers were thrown back and there were 2
toys on the bed, obviously used when she got out of it last.  She buried
her head in my shoulder and whispered an "Oh No!", but it made no
difference to me.

   "No sex since my last with you, you understand . . . ." She explained
but I just told her to shush.

   She wanted to stand, but I laid her on the bed and began to undress her,
kissing each new part of her that I exposed.  Once her jeans came down I
could do little to resist her pussy.  Despite having worked 8 hours, her
flow of juices made her little slit fresh.  Whether those aromas and tastes
of a woman when she is "ready" are part of the metaphysical lure for a man
to mate with her are imagined or coincidental, they drive me crazy.  I
licked and sucked her to 2 earth moving orgasms and once again she squirmed
from under me to turn over and protect her sex from my mouth.  Once again I
was presented with that cute innocent little hiney in my face.  My need to
inside of her was too great for me to initiate tongue play on her virgin
little ring, but I did bite those little cheeks until she pulled them away
from me and moved to get a condom from her nightstand.  I saw a tube of
lube there and told her to get that as well.

   "I'm wet as hell, just give me your cock!" She insisted as she ripped
open the package and was going to give my cock some mouth relief as she had
our previous screw.

   As she sucked and tended to me I put a hand on her pretty head of short
cropped hair saying, "You're so sweet, how you care for my needs, but
remember how sore you were the last time.  Some lube will help you get past
that.  I want to fuck you; I don't want to hurt you.

   She drew her mouth over me a few more times and then applied the condom
and as she flipped over for me, she went to the drawer again and handed me
the lube.  It was a thick water based concoction, not quite a thick gel
where you would work in a dollop, but thick enough for it to stay where you
put it and not flow away.  I poured a little over my condomed cock and took
two fingers of it and put them up her pussy, making her swoon at the
intrusion.

   I knelt between her legs and the look of anticipation on her face was a
picture I might never forget, it was so precious.  Nothing is so gratifying
as having a woman WANT you this bad.

   As much as I wanted to jam into her, I placed myself between her lips
and eased into her and laid with most of my weight on her and whispered in
her ear.

   "You feel so incredible, I love making you happy."

   "God Matt, so do you feel amazing.  Fuck me like it's the last time,
because it probably is.  You have to win back that woman, and this will
give you the patience to understand what's going on with her."

   Explosions went off in my mind about how smart this little pixie was. 
She knew that most of my frustrations over Kettie were fueled by my sexual
need for her.  I missed our intimacy so much that when she wanted to
explain her ordeal and situation I was ripped apart by the fact she wasn't
on the same plane as me.  Carolee seemed to understand that and planned
this tryst out when she saw how disturbed I was.  She was going to get her
wish, to be fucked like it was our last time.

   I began to move within her and heard her moans and mewls as I stretched
her, and filled her.  However, the grip she had on my arm, while the other
squeezed and pulled at one of her nipples, told me it was not any cry of
pain she was giving me.  As I began to move faster within her she seemed to
lock her eyes on mine and telepathically tell me to go harder and faster.
She came hard under me and I let loose and railed her until I felt my balls
begin to tingle, wanting to expel the load she had cooked with me.

   I pulled from her to stop the process and shunt my orgasm.  I flipped
her to her knees and she went shoulders down, ass up for me.  I found her
coral and pink gash and rammed her hard trying to reactivate my orgasm. 
Her little asshole looked so inviting, but I didn't want to hurt or harm
this girl that way.  That was for her intimate and special lover to have. I
dropped a wad of saliva on it and rubbed my thumb over it while I pounded
her.  Her mouth was buried in the pillow she held to her face and the
muffled sounds of her screaming orgasm fueled me more.  Suddenly I got the
urge to pull from her, and get rid of the condom, and cum all over her.  I
accomplished all of that in one fluid motion.  One stroke of my hand and I
sprayed a shot right to the back of her hair.  Two more hard volleys went
up her back before I was dribbling on the little round ass of hers, I fell
back exhausted sitting on my legs while I watched her spasm once more and
then turned her head towards me.  She rolled to her side and curled up, her
hands covering her satisfied pussy as she smiled to me.

   She came up to her knees and turned and put her mouth over me a few
times and with her thumb and forefinger pulling up a big drop of thick cum
that she licked off the head.

   "You go to work and wait for her to call you.  Be patient with her.  No
matter what you've put yourself through; I'm sure she's had bigger
problems. Come in and see me some time, but don't ask me out or anything.
We can't do this again.  As much as I enjoyed you today, I know you weren't
fucking me; you were making love to a memory.  No woman in her right mind
would let you get away.  Give her time, be smart."

   She filled me with so much hope and optimism I could barely believe it.
How did she get so smart about relationships and love?

   I got to the plant at 7:55, probably the latest I arrived in all the
time I had been there.  All of my crew were there and at their stations
sipping coffee waiting for me to power up the system.

   I heard my intercom page open, and it was always open, I never had my
crew have to ring in, and one of my crew commented, "This is the first time
I've come in when we weren't already powered up.  Just couldn't leave her
alone today, heh heh."

   "In my dreams." I feigned

   "Crass." One of my female crew added, but with a little grin as I looked
up.

   So, my day had begun.  It wasn't the first time I came in with a freshly
laid happy dick, but it was the first time in months that I felt the weight
of the world was lifted from me.  Whether I ever saw Kettie again, at least
I knew she was safe and where she could be free.  It was little consolation
to the whole picture, but that step was one that had to be made for
anything else to fall back into place.

   At a minute before 11a.m.  my intercom beeped opened again and I heard,
"My wife's first batch of Christmas cookies came out of the oven last night
and I have samples for coffee break."

   I nodded to him but suddenly I heard my cell phone ring.

   "Hello?" I said anxiously

   "Matt, I understand you're upset and feel left out but let me tell you
some things you need to know."

   "Kettie, I . . . .'

   "Matt, just shut up and let me get this out.  I swear if you say one
word I'll just hang up.  Please just listen."

   "We barely got on the ground in Buenos Aires and we started asking
questions in our embassy about these servidoras.  Now understand, this
isn't the Catholic group, The Servants of the Lord and The Virgin of Matara
that are sometimes known as Servidoras.  Over most of South America
servidoras is slang for missionarys, usually the type begging money more
than trying to convert souls.  When we left the embassy and go to our hotel
we were visited by a man with US credentials warning us NOT to contact this
group, but we told him that our sister was sick and sort of being "held" by
them, and that we suspected they had taken her separation money that was
supposed to get her home for medical treatment from the legitimate mission
she had worked for the past 6 or 8 years.  He warned us again and left.

   We went directly to the compound of the group and asked for Shavone, but
we were told she had requested a move to another country.  We didn't
believe that.  Using a tip from a local telling us where many of the
servidoras lived we traveled outside of town to a place called Moreno and
we saw Shavone gardening.  When we moved to just take her we were stopped
even before she saw us and local police were called.  They didn't arrest
us, but told us to go home.  We went back the next day to the compound and
asked for her and were told she ASKED to be moved to another country and
all those arrangements were confidential.

   Then the odyssey started and we heard she went to Columbia so we
followed and searched them out in a few compounds they were known to have
there.  It was then the man from our government interceded with us again.
He asked us NOT to follow her, because they would just keep moving her. 
Marcy and I felt this was all too suspicious, so we paid no attention to
his pleas.

   By our third trip we were weary and finally went to our embassy in
Quito, Ecuador and told them we wanted to speak with the US agency that had
been "following" us.  We were willing to cooperate.  They said they didn't
know what we were talking about, but 2 hours later he came to our hotel to
talk.

   The group, known as servidoras, raised money in the guise of a religious
mission to save souls through the word of God.  In reality, they believed,
they were using the money to infiltrate small local governments to organize
small rebel-like detachments to terrorize local merchants to pay for
protection and convenient head turning away from local ordinances. 
Basically, they raised seed money and bought influence to move some of
these small countries to revolution to allow terrorist and sham governments
to move in.  A group of legitimate free nations, the US included, was
trying to find the core of this and stop it as they had already tried to
set up some dictatorships in some small countries and were having some
successes.  The US feared that radical Muslims were either at the core, or
would eventually become the beneficiary of these small over throws, that
eventually could snowball into larger ones.  We agreed to cooperate with
them as long as they kept YOU informed.  Apparently that fact was never
brought out to you we've found out since.  They never gave you messages
from US, only our progress.  We moved slowly and quietly through the
country and eventually to Cuenca where there were a lot of Americans
living. We planned on using expatriated Americans to get news back to you
and to Marcy's job in the UK, but as soon as we got there our US connection
said she was in Manta, by the sea.  We tried to get there quickly, but our
every move was anticipated.  The government guy convinced us to stay put.
They knew where Shavone had been moved to.  When it was safe they would
tell us, but we had to promise to lay low, fit in with the locals, and wait
for word.  He updated us once a week

   We, our government, now had this person who infiltrated the group and
was passing information out.  Marcy and I agreed that we would no longer
stalk them, but if we knew Chevy was moved, we were going there.  He told
us she had been moved about 3 weeks earlier and now it might be safe for us
to move.  We ended up in Suriname and became "locals" there, although we
were obviously Americans, we kept to ourselves and we actually had jobs
there in a local bar and restaurant.  We were told, and it was later
proved, that we could trust no one.  We had already traded our cell phones
for information; they were of no use to us anyway.  There were a lot of
American and British tourists there, they apparently had promoted the
sights and customs, but where we lived, it was a dump.  We made good
servers for our countrymen.  We kept getting reports that Chevy was OK and
it was getting obvious that she was not as sick as they had thought, or
that she was led to believe.  We still haven't really talked to her yet. 
After about 3 months there we got word they were moving her to Cuba where
they had just laid roots for a new compound and operation.  That was the
key for the government, ours, to find the source of funding and the money
trail.  As soon as the group landed in Cuba they pulled Shavone's passport
and held her.  Before the servidoras were able to get it straightened out,
the US had her flown out into Canada and then repatriated to the US and
she's in Boston now for medical tests.  This is all a short version of a
very long story.  There is so much more to tell.

   Matt, I was gone a long time and I would hold no ill will if you began
to move on, or saw other people.  I have to tell you I had one affair at a
weak moment while in Suriname.  He was an American tourist who reminded me
a lot of you and it was just a one night fling.  (She began crying) It
meant nothing and was just sex, it was relief.  When you look at all of
those native men all of time and finally a real American MAN talks to you,
please understand.  I was listening to Marcy bringing home a man every week
and I was so lonely.  Matt, I love and miss you more than can know, but you
have to realize that Shavone is my big sister who cared for me from the
time I was a baby, guided me through school, mourned with me over all of
our family death and tragedy.  She needed help and I HAD to go.  Once
Marcy, Shavone and I all hug and catch up I'll be home.  Now I know I've
taken up your entire break and I haven't let you say a word because I want
you to think about all I have said before you consider our situation.  You
can probably tell that I have had to read this, but it is from my heart. 
After I hang up I'm going to email this to you and I want to thank you for
doing as I asked and have not said a word.  I love you and miss you, but if
we are all over (Crying heavily again), you know, all through . . . . . . I
understand.  But know I will try to win you back.  I love you, goodbye."

   I sat and listened to her in a dead stare at the wall, hardly believing
what I was hearing and biting my tongue because she had already hung up on
me once today.  All I could do was consider her words and wait.  She made
no promises to call me again.  In her accompanying email she informed me
"they were flying back to Orly, France to make a direct connection to
Boston and I was NOT to go there under any circumstance.  Let things play
out."

   A knock on my partition got my attention and one of my crew handed me 4
cookies.

   "Sorry, you got tied up on the phone, we saved these for you.  You look
like you saw a ghost.  Everything OK?"

   "Yeah, I'm fine, I sort of actually got some good news.  Let's get back
to work.  Thanks for your concern and the cookies." I said still sort of in
a daze.

   My mind reeled all day long and I really have no idea how I got through
it.  I got home around 7 and after a quick bite and a check on the news I
went to bed mentally exhausted.

   December 17, 2014

   I had a series of disturbing dreams through the night and I was up and
out at 5:45.  I stopped at the Circle K for coffee and not until I walked
in the door did it strike me that I might run into Carolee.

   She was just pouring coffee into one of the big dispensing urns.  With
her back to me on her tip-toes her smock was ridden up and I saw the cute
little ass I had become so familiar with.  She finished and turned, seeing
me, saying "Good morning Sir, fresh coffee just for you."

   I smiled as she walked past, but her aroma was unmistakably Carolee.  I
fixed my cup and capped it and saw the fresh buttered hard rolls on the
counter and presented one with my coffee.

   "$2.89 Sir anything else?" She asked.

   "No, this will be quite all today." I said to her emphatically.

   "Great.  It looks like you'll be my last customer today.  I'm off right
after you, my relief just came in." She said with a wink.

   I went to my car and sipped my coffee for a moment, thinking she might
have just hinted at a ride, and I was right.  She came out and looked over
the lot and came to my car.  She opened the door and said, "This WILL be
quite all today, understood?"

   "It's how it has to be.  You have been my angel, but no more." I said.

   We rode for a few minutes and she finally spoke.  "I tried to imagine
you with me again before I came in, and I think I've worked that whole
thing out.  Anything else would just be trouble for you and your situation.
She has to come back to you, no woman is that stupid."

   "Well, I hope, and it looks like, you're right." I said after which we
rode in silence until I dropped her off.  She leaned over and kissed my
cheek.

   "Thanks, I get my car back today.  See you around." She said and got out
and waved as I pulled away.

   I didn't hear from Kettie all day or night long, and I didn't really
expect to.  I got home around 7:15 or so again and stopped at the Pool Bar
hoping some of the Happy Hour snacks would be left.  Eddie G smiled as I
came in.

   "You're in luck, my last minute friend.  Chessie was keeping a plate
warm for you and I just told her to get it and put it on the hot table so
it wouldn't be wasted.

   As he said that Chessie came out from the kitchen with that plate to add
to the hot table.

   "Cutting it sort of close, aren't we?  I just ate an egg roll and
chicken wing off of it." She said with a chuckle.

   "Have more if you like, I can cover your tables while you eat."

   "Umm, a switch from my customers seeing my ass in this little get-up to
seeing yours might lose me a few tips.  You eat." She chuckled, as did I.

   I added a couple vodkas and by 8:30 I was home and falling asleep in
front of the TV.  It was another early night.

   December 19, 2014

   Not hearing from Kettie since Tuesday would normally have caused me
concern, but when I hadn't heard from her in 10 months, two days was
nothing.  As I had done Wednesday night I made coffee at home on the timer,
so I didn't need to stop at Circle K for the second straight day, I needed
to keep my head on straight.  My only plan for Friday night was to sit and
hope the phone might ring.

   December 20, 2014

   For the first time in my two Decembers as a leader, I planned a day off
for Saturday.  Only 4 on my crew were going to be working.  It was to be an
8 for 6 day.  Four work stations producing 8 hours work each, and they
would do it in one 6 hour solid shift.  It was at their choosing with the
agreement that they could get home after 8 hours during the coming week. 
No complaints, no grievances, just don't let production lag.  Every other
wheel in the plant was working mandatory 10 hour days and volunteered 4
hour Saturdays and/or Sundays.  I had 2 shift openers and closers who knew
how to distribute work and get the machines running, save work, and shut
down.  I had little to worry about with my crew.  We were a team and we
worked together.  They could easily self-manage, and be dutiful when given
instruction.  Some Leaders were hard-asses and cracked the whip, as they
say.  I got much more production with my methods and still commanded the
respect of the people under my lead.  I was respectful of their rights won
by their union, but when they wanted to bend some rules to satisfy their
own needs, I could work with them, as long as that door swung both ways. 
It was the reason why when I was choosing new operators to come in I shied
away from Union activists or radicals.

   Around 3:30 that afternoon I heard my email billboard sound and I rushed
to check it like a high school girl.  Although I wanted to TALK to Kettie,
and email would have to do.

   "Matt, I'm enclosing a zip file with 4 photos in it, but let me explain
some of the stuff that's happened.  The US Government along with various
officials and police operations in 9 countries have shut down the
servidoras compounds and operations in one fell swoop.  They seized
millions of dollars and broken various schemes in upper echelons of some
renegade and legit governments.  Local governments that were "dirty" are
being fixed as we speak.  In seizing their records they found over 20
persons they held in the same circumstances a Shavone.  They convinced them
they had things like dementia or Alzheimer's and promised to keep them fat
and happy until they could no longer function under the guise of a
religious organization.  They gave these people a capsule everyday under
the guise of vitamin, it was actually Valerian Root, which is a natural
sleep and natural anxiety potion.  Those who took it felt a little out of
it and were further convinced they had other problems.  Long term use of it
could cause some liver or kidney damage, but Shavone seems to be OK in
those departments.  Doctors here think that when she left the legitimate
Catholic Missionary group, she was suffering from low electrolytes, and
probably depression.  But now, she wants to stay here in the US or UK in
some administrative form of work with them.

   Her health is great and as you can see from the pictures the three of us
are quite happy to be together again.  Chevy isn't much of a drinker, but
we got her rocking and rolling like she was 25 again.  (Marcy wants to get
her laid, but I don't think she's ready to step that far away from her
religious life, . . .  yet) You must love the deep tan I have, and I know
how much you like tan bodies and white titties, but I'm sad to tell you,
I'm deep tanned EVERYWHERE.

   The guys we're partying with in the last picture were doctors and male
nurses from Mass General.  You can see they all have wedding rings on and
we weren't "with" them, just partying.  (although Marcy disappeared for bit
in the middle of the evening, woo hoo)

   Matt, no matter who you may have been with, for however long, I want you
back.  If you tell me you're not available, I can accept that, but don't
think I won't try to win you back.  You are, and will always be the love of
my life, the man I was supposed to be with.  (Don't worry, I won't be a
stalker or "Fatal Attraction" case with you.  I love you too much to ever
think of hurting you)

   We have no schedule for returning "home" wherever each of us may call
"home".  Marcy has extended her leave of absence until January 5th so we
can spend Christmas and New Years together.  Shavone has a series of shots
and medicals here for a few more days before her repatriation is complete.
The State Department is trying to rush her passport through so she might
return to UK with Marcy.  She really feels her work with the Catholic
Mission would be better and more fruitful over there, but she may not have
a choice in the matter.  Unfortunately she HAS to work, she is broke, and
Marcy hasn't worked in almost a year and has exhausted her savings and
dipped into her retirement a bit too.  I haven't told them how well I did
in my absence.  Kendall did a wonderful job for me and has been on the up
and up all the way through as far as I can see.  I have my financial guy
going over everything now.  My automatic drawdowns he set up protected me
and kept a harness on Kendall.  I'm going to have give him a HUGE bonus,
plus I know I owe you about 40K plus interest.

   As we plan for the next week or so I'll keep you on top of things.  I'm
so sorry I haven't called, but if I talk to you and I hear doubt in your
voice, I won't be able to think clearly.  When I see you we can discuss
your situation.  Please answer this email with one word, don't try to
explain anything about anyone you saw or are seeing, it will just upset me,
and I want to be happy.

   Take a good look at the pictures to see 3 REAL HAPPY sisters together
again.

   To answer the email, just answer one question.  When I get back to my
home, are you still interested in seeing me again.  No commitments, just
are you interested.

   Love you forever,.....YOUR Kettie."



   The email had me in tears because I could hear her voice almost reading
it to me.  The way she uses words, phrases things were so apparent in the
letter.  Although she looked skinny in the photos, she looked awesome in
bronze.  Marcy wasn't as dark, and Shavone, who I pictured as being much
older, was no slouch herself.  Nice tan and what most guys would call a
MILF.  I answered her email.  "YES!"

   I was on a cloud the rest of the night and went over to The Pool Bar for
a Saturday night of drunkenness.  Marianne was there WITH her fiancé and
she even got me up to dance with her a few times because he didn't dance.
(while we danced once I told her he didn't eat pussy before either and she
blushed deeply, knowing what I meant).

   Towards the end of the night the barmaid, Chessie, even asked me to
dance.  She told me it was the first time she had seen me really happy in
months.  When the next song was a slow song (the last song of the night)
she pulled me tight and we danced as the only ones on the floor.  She
whispered that I could walk her home, but I told her I really couldn't,
Kettie was coming home.

   I have to admit though, I jerked off thinking of fucking strange again,
Chessie was pretty hot with long blonde hair, fake boobs, and a nice big
ass that fit her body perfectly.  She always flirted the way a waitress
flirts who wants to get a nice tip, but that night she wanted dick.  A week
ago I would have accommodated her.

   December 23, 2014

   I hadn't heard from Kettie by phone or email for a few days.  I only
knew that she and her two sisters were bonding in Boston, accompanying
Chevy at the hospital during the day and partying or taking in shows at
night.  My crew and I had been working like madmen for fulfill quota at OT
pace, with me working an 8 hour shift at a workstation.  I had forgotten
how tiring and screwed up your eyes get being stuck in a scope for 8 hours,
but we hit goal at 4:45 and we all went home at 5:00.  I had planned to go
to the Special Happy Hour at The Pool Bar that Tuesday, (there wouldn't be
one on Christmas Eve), but I was just too beat up.  I fried up a little
cabbage and kielbasa and fell asleep in front of the TV early.

   December 24, 2014

   Since I had no one to buy a present for, didn't have a tree or
decoration, the day didn't mean too much to me.  My highlight was going to
the 10:00 pm "midnight" mass at St.  Marks.  We only worked 4 hours and it
was all catch up work, tying loose ends.  We had a full production day for
Friday, the day after Christmas, and then 3 more New Years Week, but they
all had Thursday through Sunday off.  IT was a time to service equipment
and update software.

   The music, the mass, the choir made the mass pretty moving and quite the
religious affair.  I felt pretty moved by it all and almost wished I had
put up a tree to go home to.  When I turned my phone off of mute I saw I
had once text message and it was from Kettie.  I pulled into Circle K to
read it.

   "10:14 pm - Alarm company says I may have an open door or window, can
you check my place before you go home.  I know you probably went to the big
mass."
It had started to snow a little on the way home and it fit my Christmas
mood perfectly.  I pulled into my parking spot and went in to find Kettie's
keys to go check on her place.  I thought of driving across, but decided he

brisk walk might help me sleep.

   I went across the lots, around the pool and up to her door.  I opened
the door to her dark apartment and immediately put the code into the alarm
and it seemed fine, no red lights for open windows or anything.  I went
straight up the hall to the two bedrooms and checked the windows.  I just
needed to go back out and go through the living room, kitchen and laundry.
For those I would have to put a light on for.  I hit the light switch on
the wall and I lit a beautifully decorated Christmas Tree with 3 beautiful
Campbell-Mason women smiling at me on the sofa.  Kettie got up and simply
said Merry Christmas and fell into my arms.

   I had a hard time holding my emotions as it truly was a Christmas
present.  Kettie felt so warm and firm in my hands, different that before,
she definitely had lost some weight and muscled up, neither change seemed
to be on purpose.  All the while we cried and hugged together she kept
repeating, "I'm sorry, so sorry, so, so sorry." When I could finally form
words I held her tightly, one hand behind her head and the other in the
center of her back and I said in what little voice I could muster.  "It's
OK now, all is fine, I have you, you have me."

   It was then I heard the bawling from the sofa and I looked to see Marcy
and Shavone embracing and crying.  When they saw I had seen them Shavone
got up and came to me, tapping Kettie on the shoulder as if to break in to
dance.  She put her arms around me and said, "Don't blame her, I was the
reason she was away so long.  If I had known I would have sent them home."

   Marcy had jumped up to hear her and immediately chastised her.

   "Quit saying that, they were playing with your mind and you would have
been happy to STAY there?"

   "I told you I was content." Chevy said still hugging me.

   "Only because you didn't know any better, and give me my boyfriend
back!" Kettie said pulling her.

   Kettie held me tightly in silent contentment and Marcy came up behind
her to look me in the eye.

   "We're all horny as hell, think you could handle all of us?" She said
with a dirty smirk.

   "MARCY!" Shavone scolded her.  "Have a little respect for him and for me
and Kettie."

   "Big sister, you need to get laid and that's for sure." Marcy said
making it obvious there was a tension between the two.

   "Those two battle about sex all the time." Kettie whispered.

   "For God's sake Marcy.  I'm not a nun, and I can find a man if and when
I need one.  It's a little private, don't you think!" Chevy said defending
herself as the two of them began to bicker.

   As they moved away from us to continue their "argument" Kettie whispered
to me, "She had me get her a "massager" at Spencer Gifts in the Prudential
Mall by our hotel in Boston.  I had to swear NOT to tell Marcy.

   I laughed and kissed Kettie while the other two sniped at each other. 
Kettie continued to fill me in, "While she was with the other group she had
a boyfriend who basically lived with her.  He had to go home to take care
of his sick Mother.  He's in Scotland.  That's another reason why she wants
to go back to the UK instead of here.  Marcy doesn't know that either.  If
Chevy told her they might not fight, but what fun would that be?" She
giggled.

   We heard a pop from the kitchen and Kettie shouted out, "Pour the
Champagne!"

   Marcy came out with a tray of flutes filled with bubbly and Shavone
followed with a big tray of huge shrimp.

   We all toasted Shavones safe return, as well as Kettie and Marcy's.

   As we sipped champagne Kettie and I made eyes at each other, both hungry
for each other, and not so much the shrimp.

   "Those people, the ones they called servidoras, had pretty deep roots,
like, "well connected".  They knew who Kettie and I were, and half expected
us.  Our CIA contact over there, Jerry, and he insisted that wasn't his
REAL name, but anyway, he said that if we called the US they would probably
know and would have moved her again.  By staying as stealth as possible and
mixing in other tourists they were never sure we were so close."

   "He wasn't CIA." Kettie said.

   "He never said he was, never said he wasn't." Marcy insisted.

   "If it was the same guy who kept calling me," I added, "He was from the
Department of State, but I suppose that could be CIA too."

   "He always said State Department when he identified himself, but from
the first time we went to the servidoras door, the State Department knew we
were there."

   "You know the term servidoras is a slang term "scam missionary" in South
America and they sort of got that name.  Officially they were Protectors of
God's Message." Chevy added.

   "How much soul saving did they do?" I wondered.

   "I was never allowed to go out to preach, because I was "ill" (finger
quotes) but even I figured out they were only in places where there was
little legitimate law or rule.  When they said we were going to Cuba I was
a little shocked.  Normally when we moved we got to an airport and skipped
any check of credentials, but in Cuba they started asking for passports and
mine was flagged and they fought like hell saying I was not mentally
capable to answer questions.  When they took me into this room, brought in
my bag and I thought they were going to go through it, but I was ushered
out another door and put onto a commercial jet that went to Ottawa, then
Toronto.  I should have been afraid, but I had become wary of the group for
months before that.  Being away from my "vitamins", my head was beginning
to clear.  In Toronto they told me that Kettie and Marcy were waiting for
me in Boston.  When I got there I was told they were on their way and I was
a guest of the embassy until they arrived.  It was 5 days and I was
beginning to think I was being held for some legal reason until this same
State Department guy called me and told me what had been going on.  I was
never aware they were so close."

   "The whole thing was a strange, weird odyssey." I said as I felt Kettie
kick me under the table.  I looked up to her and her eyes kept darting
toward the door.

   I gave her my best innocent puppy head tilt and she finally said,
"Aren't you going to ask me to come stay with you tonight?" Marcy piped in
right away, "Oh, I don't know if I can sleep alone anymore" making a sad
face.

   "Fuck you Marse, you snore and fart more than Matt does.  No wonder you
haven't found a boyfriend in England." Kettie kidded her.

   Then Kettie looked at me and pointed to Marcy, "My whore sister brought
some guy home to screw and thought they could do it in our bed, WITH ME IN
IT!"

   "We could have tag teamed him." Marcy quipped.

   "Fuck you, he was greasy." Kettie said getting up and taking my hand.

   "Take me home Matt."

   "Call me when he's done, he can do me next." Marcy kidded.

   "Leave them alone, can't you see that's love.  I made sure Kettie never
whored around.' Shavone added.

   "You're saying I did?" Marcy said insulted, before she broke into a
smile.  "Hey, I like men and make no doubt about it.  Back in the UK I
don't run around much and I want to make the most of my time before I go
back.  Kettie already told me to stop at the bar here, I may find one of
Matt's co-workers." Marcy insisted.

   "If you bring someone back here, just be sure you wash the sheets."
Kettie warned as we got coats and headed for the door.

   Shavone got up and came over to us.  "Matt, nice meeting you.  We bought
a lot of stuff for a big breakfast tomorrow, you two come over by 10, OK.
Kettie's got a big turkey in the fridge and we made Oyster stuffing
tonight. Tomorrow will be a grand celebration.  Kettie showed Marcy how to
get to the church, and we're going for 8 o'clock Mass.

   December 25, 2014

   By the time Kettie and I got in at my townhouse, it was well past
midnight and Christmas morning already.  As I looked at her I could hardly
believe she was with me.  I sighed loud and long as if I were about to make
a confession when she said "STOP".

   "I left on January 22nd this year.  Let's just go to bed and think of
tomorrow as the next day.  I told you I had one fling, it was just sex.  I
hadn't seen an American man is months and when I saw him I saw you.  It was
10 minutes of thrashing around on the bed Marcy and I shared.  No oral, no
finger poking, a condom and fucking, that's all.  Unless you want to tell
me you have a new girlfriend, I don't want to know anything."

   "No, nothing like that, not even close.  I was bitter and lonely with no
answers.  It meant nothing." I insisted.  "I'm OK." She said as stepped up
to me and took the buckle of my belt in her hands.

   Wordlessly she undid the belt and lowered my zipper.  She reached into
my boxer briefs and pulled my cock out while pushing my shorts down to free
me.

   "I can't tell you how many nights I dreamt of this Matt.  Not A penis,
yours.  It's made me so happy, pleased me so much.  You are such a good
man, and treat me so well.  Each day I woke up without you put me in a bad
mood, because I dreamt of you most every night, and then you weren't there,
and then I'd remember I wasn't home and that Shavone was almost a prisoner.
That's how every day started, but no more." She said as she stepped back
and bent over just enough to get her mouth over me.

   I had forgotten how good it felt to have her sink her mouth over me. 
There's no such thing as a bad blowjob and while Marianne was a great
learner, and Carolee was a self proclaimed expert at it, Kettie loved me
and fit her mouth over me in a way no other woman has.  She only had me for
a few moments before she stood up and smiled at me.

   "You don't mind if we just go back and make love do you?  I NEED you
inside me, and real soon.  I got my period and my shot in Boston.  I crave
the feeling of you screwing me till I scream." She said as she took my arm
and pulled me to the bed.

   We quickly undressed and hit the sheets together.  I got on top of her
and without much effort or fanfare, I was inside of her, holding her
tightly.  She whispered "Merry Christmas", and you know what?  It was a
very Merry Christmas.

   The End, ..................and thanks for your patience